Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Execute Typhon.

Break through the great vortex.

Guardian Star.

Steal the soul of vengeance.

They tore off Abaddon's arms.

To prevent the Nakmund Pass from being closed.

He was ruthless, extreme in his actions, and had a sharp tongue that belied his status as a traditional imperial hero.

But his blade was always aimed at chaos, aliens, and the scum who betrayed humanity.

Tigurius remained silent for a long time.

Finally, the great think tank director let out a long sigh and whispered almost in prayer:

"May the Emperor protect you."

"The one who holds the seal is a loyalist of the empire."

P.S.: Guys, 1.2 words updated today.

Chapter 208 Purge the Vigilant Star: The Contract Between the War General and the Mechanical Demigod

Throughout the planet, the Chaos Warband resembled a dismantled skeleton.

They can still kill, still create localized chaos, and still inflict casualties on the Astronauts with their Astartes-class combat power.

But they lost their unity.

Even the strongest war gang is nothing more than a beast thrown into a slaughterhouse if its supply, teleportation, command, and retreat routes are cut off.

Each major battle group was divided into segments.

Eat the normal combat sequence piece by piece.

After the remnants of Chaos were crushed layer by layer, the last enemy still active on the surface of Vigilant Star was the Greenskins.

The troubles of the green-skinned are completely different from chaos.

The green one is simpler.

Their fighting is like an out-of-control industrial accident.

Tanks are welded from scrap metal; shells sometimes fly out from behind; commanders rely on shouting; logistics rely on looting; repairs rely on kicking; and tactics rely on who can shout the loudest.

But precisely because of this, they are difficult to completely collapse.

When one group of orcs dies, another group of orcs will think there must be a big fight going on there, so they rush over excitedly.

When a warlord is killed, the local gang leaders are not afraid; they only feel that they finally have a chance to become the leader.

On the wasteland of Vigilant Star, the Greenskins are scattered in Junk City, Mobile Workshop, Garbage Camp, Sand Sea Caves, and the outer layer of the breached Nest City.

They looted Imperial scraps, dismantled Chaos wreckage, and even converted the hulls of fallen traitor warships into new vehicles.

An orc squad discovered a piece of black legion armor plate and immediately became excited, polishing the eight-pointed star on it into a crooked red arrow.

Looking at the messy green markings on the tactical map, Lawson felt somewhat relieved.

Green skin has one advantage.

Their leader won't hide.

The strongest orc will roar atop the tallest pile of scrap metal.

The biggest warlord always charges in the loudest chariot.

The most capable fighter will always plant his flag higher than anyone else's.

For Lawson, this is called actively turning the target marker to maximum brightness.

Inside the Royal Court of Saint Harbor, tactical maps were constantly scrolling.

The cornerstone sequence reclassifies all orc tribe markers by rank.

Warlord-level targets should be handled by the Bear Guard or Flying Bear Team.

The super-large individual that is forming the WAAAGH core should be immediately reported to the swarm mastermind.

Lawson glanced at it once and then gave the order.

"Start killing from the largest batch."

The Vigilant Star's campaign against the Greenskins has officially shifted from positional advances to decapitation strikes.

Xiong Da's Flying Bear Motorcycle Team was divided into dozens of hunting groups, shuttling low over the wasteland.

They no longer waste ammunition chasing after ordinary green-skinned cars.

They only stared at the flagpole.

Keep an eye on large vehicles.

Stare at the orc with the loudest roar.

Stare at those guys who paint themselves the reddest, have the thickest teeth, and have the most skulls stuck in their heads.

This tactic quickly plunged the orcs into a strange state of confusion.

In a wrecked camp, the orc leader "Irontooth Rumble" stood on an eight-wheeled chariot, wielding a chainsaw axe and roaring at thousands of his men.

"We're going to take down those big shrimp!"

"I heard those big, gray-black guys are really good fighters!"

"Whoever grabs their hammer first gets an extra bucket of mushrooms tonight!"

The green-skinned men below were firing wildly with their guns, excitedly trampling several scoundrels into mud.

Just then, a sound rang out from the sky.

Iron Teeth raised its head with a booming sound.

Three Flying Bear motorcycles cut diagonally from below the clouds.

Its eyes lit up.

"Ha! A big motorcycle!"

It had barely raised its axe when the first high-explosive shell hit the tank's frontal armor.

boom!

The front of the eight-wheeled chariot exploded.

Iron Fang was thrown into the air by the shockwave. Before it could even get up after landing, a Flying Bear swept overhead, its adamantite ram grazing the ground.

The orc leader's head and shoulders disappeared together.

The surrounding green buildings fell silent for a moment.

Then dozens of underlings shouted at the same time:

"Boom, I'm dead! Now I'm the boss!"

"Bullshit! My fists are bigger than yours! I'm the boss!"

"You're not convinced? Let's fight first!"

The orc camp immediately erupted into infighting.

In just two days, the leaders of thirty-seven orc tribes on the eastern front of the wasteland were precisely beheaded.

Each of the bosses died in a very straightforward way.

The orcs reacted quickly.

As soon as each leader dies, three or five guys will immediately emerge claiming to be the new leader.

Then they started fighting each other.

Before the winner could even plant their flag, the next Flying Bear Hunting Team arrived.

A strange sight has appeared on the wasteland of the Vigilant Star.

The more the orcs try to group together, the easier it is for the largest individual to be exposed.

The largest individual will be beheaded by the bear guards as soon as it is exposed.

As soon as the leader died, the tribe immediately began to fight amongst themselves.

As internal strife broke out, Imperial Artillery, the Astral Army, the Chapter Assault Forces, the Flying Bear Motorcycles, and the Battle Orders cut in from all sides, breaking them into smaller pieces.

The greens are a race that gets more excited the more they fight.

But excitement also requires a fist big enough to bring them together.

Lawson specifically targeted this fist.

In the southern part of Mortwald, an orc warlord finally appeared.

It's called "The King of Shattered Wheels".

This is one of the strongest warlords among the remaining Greenskins of Vigilant Star.

It originally integrated six abandoned car camps, more than a dozen high-speed car teams, and a mobile factory that was assembling the leg structure of Leo Ku.

The Shattered Wheel King is over six meters tall. His left arm is a hydraulic claw salvaged from the wreckage of a knight's mech, and his right hand is wielding a twin cannon that has been modified into a melee weapon.

Its chariots are even more exaggerated.

A three-story platform made of scrap metal.

Dozens of tracks were installed at the bottom.

The middle layer is covered with turrets.

A large flagpole made of Titan wreckage and Astronautical cannon barrels was planted at the top.

The flagpole was inscribed with crooked orcish characters.