Warhammer: Empire Reboot

A blinding white light exploded at Titan's knee.

The thick outer armor was burned by the extremely high temperature, creating a huge gap that exposed the internal hydraulic lines.

The Warlord-class Titan unleashed a furious mechanical roar.

It raised its massive, mountain-like feet, attempting to crush these disgusting and deadly motorcycles, which were like flies, into a bloody pulp.

What Xiong Da is waiting for is its single-leg weight-bearing posture.

"Focus fire!"

"Break its bones!"

More boundary nails pierced in from a low angle close to the ground.

The already chaotic local void shield was completely torn apart.

Hot melt gun.

Plasma bomb.

Force field impact angle.

All attacks were continuously poured onto the same damaged transmission structure.

Finally, with a sickening metallic crack, the Titan's left leg's main load-bearing axle let out a groan of despair.

The traitorous crew frantically redistributed the balancers in an attempt to regain their balance.

The secondary gun on its back fired wildly.

But the Flying Bear convoy was like a pack of mad dogs attacking a city with heavy rockets, relentlessly circling and tearing at it.

Each time they got close, they tore off a large chunk of the Titan's armor.

Each upward surge leaves an explosion at the joint.

Finally, Xiong Da drove his battered vehicle through a hail of bullets to the front of the Titan, which was tilted and drooping.

"Blind its dog eyes!"

Thirty Flying Bears simultaneously ascended, launching the final batch of World-Shattering Spikes at a near-vertical angle toward the Titan's head command and observation layer.

The Titan Void Shield generator had already malfunctioned due to repeated overloads.

The missile broke through the defenses without any hindrance and slammed into the head armor.

Boom!

The explosion ripped off half of the armor on the observation deck.

The Titan oracle and main vision sensor malfunctioned instantly.

It became blind.

The White Scar and Imperial artillery positions, which had been lurking on the periphery of the battlefield, were relentlessly seizing any opportunity to strike.

Long-range heavy artillery unleashed a salvo that tore through the sky.

Two surviving Imperial Ranger Knights emerged from the flanks, their molten spears plunging deep into the Titan's exposed waist joints, now unprotected by its shields.

The Flying Bears below were still relentlessly attacking the crippled left leg.

Finally, the left leg support structure of that invincible Warlord-class Titan collapsed completely with a loud bang.

The mountain's body began to tilt to the side.

Just then.

Within the Watchtower, suspended high above the orbit of the Watchtower, the Void Claw, controlled by the T-series, lay like Death weighing down the last feather on a scale.

Gently, in the direction of Titan's fall, add a negligible gravitational disturbance.

This became the final blow.

The Warrior-class Titan could no longer maintain its balance.

Rumble!

It knelt on the wasteland, its huge mechanical head smashing into the soil, stirring up a dust tsunami hundreds of meters high.

Like a blasphemous statue whose foundation has been cut off, it is facing its end.

Xiong Da drove his Flying Bear Motorcycle out of the billowing dust, the front of the motorcycle suddenly lifting in mid-air, pointing directly at Titan's damaged head.

"Go to hell!"

Grandpa will give you a big one!

The final four high-yield Worldbreakers struck the Titan's command module breach at point-blank range.

The armor was completely destroyed.

The entire command module was engulfed by the incoming plasma flames.

Seconds later, the damaged plasma reactor on Titan's back detonated in a chain reaction.

A mushroom cloud of death, a mixture of steel and flesh, rose from the wasteland.

The shockwave was like a real tsunami, hurling orcs, chaos soldiers, wrecked vehicles, and the ground along with them over a radius of several kilometers.

On the verge of explosion, the Flying Bear convoy roared out of the sea of ​​fire like a pack of wild demons riding the wind.

Xiong Da's voice boomed across the channel.

"Enjoyed!"

"Let's go, brothers!"

"Find the next one!"

Inside the wartime command courtyard of Saint Harbor.

Calga stared at the tactical map for a long time.

The massive red marker representing the extremely dangerous Warrior-class Titan went completely out.

He was silent for a long time.

Tigurius was watching too.

On the hologram, the situation on the major battlefields of Vigilant Star is tilting toward the Empire at an alarming rate.

The green-skinned soldiers charged head-on, but were driven through by 30,000 bear guards.

The Flying Bear Motorcycle Brigade not only blew the Orc Speed ​​Caravan to smithereens, but also surrounded and killed a Warlord-class Titan.

The most troublesome blockade of the lower nest was also suppressed again by the cornerstone and combat sequences dispatched by Lawson.

Calga slowly turned around and whispered:

"The Primarch devoted his life to creating the Astartes Codex, breaking down the massive legion into warbands of a thousand men each."

"It was to restrain military force with dogma and prevent a repeat of the tragedy of the Horus Rebellion."

Tigurius, of course, knew what he was thinking.

He replied softly:

"But the army of the Lord of the Seals is not Astartes."

Calga nodded.

A bitter smile flashed across his steely face.

"Yes."

"They are not Space Marines."

"But their combat effectiveness is far more terrifying than that of many regular Astartes."

"The Holy Scripture can restrain all forces that bear the name of 'Space Marine'."

"Yet there is no law that stipulates..."

Calga paused for a moment.

"The warriors of the Empire cannot be stronger than the Space Marines."

Even Calga himself found it absurd to say such a thing.

But that's the reality.

Lawson did not violate the Astartes Code in the slightest.

Because the army under his command that slaughters gods and demons is not under the jurisdiction of the Holy Scripture at all.

They call it the combat sequence.

His name is Xiong Wei.

It is not called Astartes.

Yet these "mortals" can shred Chaos Space Marines like dismantling toys, instill fear in the Orc leader with violence, and even besiege and kill a god within a war machine—a Titan.

Tigurius watched Lawson's back as he stood in front of the tactical platform, lowering his voice so that only the two of them could hear him.

"Commander."

"If the Lord in charge of the seal has even the slightest disloyalty."

"In this dark side of the empire, severed by the Great Rift, there is probably no one who can restrain him."

That statement is correct.

If someone like Lawson eventually stands against the Empire.

That would be a disaster even more desperate than the Thirteen Black Crusades.

He's a million times more troublesome than a rogue Space Marine chapter.

It is 100,000 times more dangerous than a chaotic warlord who commands his own army.

However, Calgar and Tigurius both remembered everything that Lawson had done after arriving here.

He saved Agrippina.

Kill the demonic primal Angron.