Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Within a second of the detonation of the Merta explosive tube, they had already made a tactical response, with all five men moving simultaneously to the nearest cover.

A Chaos Warrior fired three rapid-fire shots toward the eastern entrance with his bomb gun as he moved.

The rapid-fire gun operator was killed instantly, and the firepower was interrupted for one second.

The moment Jia San burst into the dome space from the east entrance, a Chaos Warrior leaped out from behind the altar, his chain axe drawing a deadly arc.

Jia San used his power sword to parry.

The moment the force field-amplified sword surface collided with the chain teeth of the Chaos Chain Axe, dazzling white sparks erupted.

The shockwave forced Jia San back half a step; the force of this axe blow was twice as heavy as Norber's full-force slash.

The Chaos Warriors gave Jia San no time to catch his breath.

The chain axe twirled in the air and came crashing down from above. Jia San dodged to the side, the chain axe grazing his shoulder armor and striking the ground, carving a half-meter-long crack in the metal floor.

Close combat distance: less than one meter.

The third-tier fighter is technically on par with the third-tier fighter, and its combat experience instilled by the swarm mentality is no less than the millennia-old accumulation of the Chaos Warriors. However, the gap in hard metrics is undeniable.

Strength, speed, and the servo amplification of the power armor—every aspect was crushed.

If it were just Jia San alone, he would die.

But he is not alone.

During the twenty seconds that Jia San was engaged in combat with the Chaos Warrior, four assassins approached from the flank.

A fragmentation grenade flew out from the left. The explosion itself was not enough to penetrate the power armor, but it created a 0.2-second window of visual and auditory interference.

The Chaos Warrior instinctively tilted his head at the moment of the explosion.

0.2 seconds.

Jia San thrust his power sword into the gap in the Chaos Warrior's neck armor from below, at the junction of the neck segment and the breastplate.

The sword tip, amplified by the force field, pierced about ten centimeters into the armor, penetrating the secondary artery in the neck.

The Chaos Warrior roared and gripped the blade of its power sword with its left hand.

Jia San let go, no longer wanting the sword.

He drew the Katachon's Fang from his waist and swung it with all his might at the Chaos Warrior's left wrist joint, which was gripping the power sword.

The blade sliced ​​into the gap in the armor.

Two assassins fired simultaneously from behind, and two explosive bullets struck the Chaos Warrior in the back of the head at a distance of less than half a meter.

The power armor helmet shattered when two mass reaction grenades detonated simultaneously.

The Chaos Warrior fell.

At the southwest entrance, Jiawu encountered a Chaos Warrior wielding a chain axe and another wielding a power hammer, who fought together.

The sweeping power hammer felled five assassins in three seconds.

Jia Wu had to use three Class A captains to engage in combat simultaneously, while the remaining assassins focused their fire from the side, and it took nearly forty seconds to complete the kill.

After their companions fell one by one, the remaining two Chaos Warriors formed a final defensive formation back to back, firing their bomb guns in three directions simultaneously.

All reinforced platoons pressed in simultaneously from three entrances, and crossfire and close-quarters combat completely ended the resistance.

All seven Chaos Warriors were killed.

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Eleven ordinary soldiers were killed in action, as were two Class A captains.

The cost was considerable, but the spoils were well worth it.

The seven Chaos Power Armor suits were completely recovered.

Five of the vehicles' power backpacks were intact, and the fusion reactors were still running, emitting a faint hum.

After the battle ended, the "greens framing" plan was immediately activated.

The suicide squad took away the bodies of all thirteen fallen comrades, leaving not a single drop of blood behind.

Then they retrieved the remains of orc weapons that had been captured and specially preserved from the armory.

Several chipped orcish greatswords, two blown-out iron barrels of Death Guns, and scattered pieces of slain teeth.

An assassin brought pre-collected orc blood in a sealed container and splashed it on the walls and floor of the dome, allowing the orc's distinctive mushroom-like stench to permeate every crack.

Finally, the assassins left a trail of messy footprints in the dust of the entrance passage with the distinctive wide, flat footprints of orc boots.

The blame has been shifted; time to retreat!

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Five hours later, the main force of the Chaos Warriors turned back in the chaos and discovered that their stronghold had been attacked.

The Chaos Chapter Commander, Night Lord Valentine, surveyed the scene of devastation.

The bodies of the seven brothers lay scattered about, all stripped of their power armor.

Valentine's gaze first fell on the things on the ground.

A Chaos Warrior crouched down and picked up a spent cartridge from the pool of blood.

"Dead bullet casings. And..."

He picked up another one: "This is .75 caliber. Imperial standard."

"How strange is it that the Greenskins plunder Imperial ammunition?"

Another Chaos Warrior kicked the orcish greatsword at his feet: "Those idiots, Irontooth and Gruuk, stole dozens of boxes of explosives from the human legions, and now the orcs on the wrecked ship are using Imperial guns to fire Imperial bullets."

Valentine twirled the .75 caliber cartridge case between his fingers twice, then threw it on the ground.

"Damn green-skinned idiots."

He turned to his adjutant beside him: "Find that orc squad that has broken away from the main force, chop off their heads and make them into a mound of skulls."

At Lawson's stronghold.

The technical team immediately got to work after receiving the Chaos Power Backpack.

The Chaos Warrior's power backpack has been corrupted over thousands of years, with some of the tubing covered by blasphemous runes and the interfaces slightly deformed due to chaotic mutations.

The armory's purification function solved the problem of subspace contamination.

The remaining chaotic energy was sent to the waste disposal area.

When taken out, the backpack's outer shell had returned to the Imperial standard gray.

Interface adaptation is the second issue.

The physical interface of the Chaos Backpack differs slightly from the standard MK VII. The technical team modified it using Imperial standard cables and connectors salvaged from wrecked ships, cutting, re-soldering, resizing, and forcibly inserting them.

Brutal, but effective.

The third problem is the Machine Soul. Although the purified Chaos Machine Soul has been cleansed of subspace pollution, the millennia of chaotic erosion has distorted and destabilized its control logic.

Swarm intelligence takes direct control.

Replace the control functions of the machine soul with a swarm network.

The Chaos Backpack's fusion reactor provides power, and the swarm intelligence takes over the scheduling of servo muscle bundles through a living metal conductive network. The machine soul only needs to be responsible for the lowest-level startup and guidance sequence, and everything else is left to the swarm.

This is the essence of jump-starting: borrowing the fire of chaotic machine soul to ignite the stove of swarm thinking.

Jia San stood next to the first fully modified power armor.

He stepped into his power armor.

Slide in through the opening at the back.

The shell closes automatically upon his entry, a standard wearing procedure for the MK VII, driven by a hydraulic hinge on the back.

The moment his skin came into contact with the living metal coating, Jia San felt a peculiar sensation, as if countless extremely fine needles were simultaneously gently touching his entire body.

That's the conductive nodes of the living metal establishing a connection with his nervous system.

Swarm intelligence is simultaneously applied, and the two become one.

“Test fire,” Lawson said.

Jia San pressed the start switch on the inside of the breastplate.

One second, two seconds.

The power backpack emitted a deep hum.

The core temperature of the fusion reactor began to rise.

The conductive network of the living metal directly transmits the activation command of the swarm intelligence to the control nodes of each set of servo muscle bundles, bypassing the initialization process that originally required the cooperation of the black shell and the machine spirit.

The torso of the power armor emitted a series of hydraulic clicks.

Jia San tried to raise his right arm.

The power armor followed his movements like a second skin.

The compatibility is even better than expected.

Jia San walked a few steps, then ran a few steps.

It performed a standard tactical roll, the 300-kilogram armor making a dull metallic clanging sound as it rolled, the movement smooth and coordinated without any hesitation.

He punched the scrap metal plate next to him.

The instant the fist made contact with the iron plate, the living metal layer covering the knuckles underwent a visible, instantaneous hardening.

The silver scales became denser around the point of impact, and a fist-sized dent was hammered into the iron plate.

The knuckles of the power armor were completely undamaged.

"Absolutely perfect."

The technical team began modifying the second machine.

In less than two hours, the power backpacks of all twelve MK VII power armors were successfully jump-started.

The twelve miniature fusion reactors in the storage tanks emitted a low hum simultaneously, like twelve hearts that had been dormant for hundreds of years beating anew at the same moment.