Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson grabbed Prems by the neck and shoved him into the wall.

The wall collapsed.

Bone spur fracture.

Another Prems tried to retreat, but three Shadow Blades pierced through its wrist, knee, and head.

Er Gou walked over and swung his axe to mend the broken spine.

The temple doors were smashed open by Xiong Wei.

The thick bone structure collapsed inward.

Purple mist seeped out from the cracks in the door, carrying with it the smells of blood, decay, and genetic culture fluid.

Xiong Wei immediately raised his shield, forming a semi-circular shield wall in front of Lawson.

The revered father, the wriggling dragon, stood before the pool of creation.

This monster, which had been lurking for two hundred years, finally crawled out from the deepest lie beneath the planet Vigilance.

The revered father, the wriggling dragon, spread out his four arms.

Its psionic pressure spread, attempting to pry open Lawson's consciousness and also to tear apart the synchronization of the entire decapitation squad.

[Human warlords.]

You protect them.

They will still die.

The stars will descend.

All flesh and blood will ultimately return to the Lord above.

Lawson sneered.

"You so-called lord above, even if you come, you will only be my fodder."

As he finished speaking, the Bear Guard Tower Shield behind him landed simultaneously.

boom!

Lawson, carrying the Angron Battle Axe, walked towards the Pool of Creation.

The venerable father, the wriggling dragon, moved.

Its speed far exceeds that of ordinary purebreds.

With arms outstretched, he covered a distance of tens of meters in an instant.

The claws slashed toward Lawson's head, chest, abdomen, and thighs.

The shadow blades formed a closed cutting ring around him.

The venerable father's writhing dragon claws slashed into the storm of shadow blades, actually knocking away dozens of shadow blades.

Its carapace is unusually thick, and a psionic barrier adheres to its body, causing many cuts to be deflected.

The next second, it crashed into Lawson.

The claws pierced the living metal armor, sparks flying.

Lawson punched it in the chest.

The venerable father, the wriggling dragon, staggered back several steps, his breastplate splitting open.

It hissed, and its psionic energy erupted once more.

The surrounding creation pools were boiling, and a large number of immature and deformed embryos crawled out of the pools, rushing towards Lawson like clumps of failed flesh and blood weapons.

The Emperor's golden flames fell.

The creation pool instantly burst into flames.

The embryo inside screamed before being burned to ashes.

The revered father, the wriggling dragon, let out his first true roar.

It no longer tries to delay.

It charged toward Lawson, and simultaneously the mental network erupted underground across the entire Vigilant Planet, ordering all hatches to rescue the main hive.

Lawson's eyes narrowed, and his inner spiritual energy was activated.

Within a 500-kilometer radius, he seized the main spiritual thread belonging to the Venerable Father Dragon.

It was like a cold, damp spider web spanning across the city.

Lawson held it down and then pulled hard.

The entire mainnet is down.

Inside the Mother Bone Sanctuary, the Venerable Father, the Wolverine, suddenly froze.

At the same time, underground in dozens of hives on the Vigilant Star, countless commoners, princes, and followers screamed in agony, clutching their heads.

The fervor that had been in the eyes of many lower-generation mixed-race individuals suddenly subsided.

Someone knelt on the ground and vomited.

Some people looked at their extra arms and purple scales and cried out in despair.

In a split second of clarity, someone recalled that they had personally sent their child into the "sacred pool."

Someone screamed and pointed to the hidden door.

"There! They're there! There's a pool down there!"

"Don't let them take the eggs!"

"The former master of the stars is an insect! An insect!"

Some people went completely mad, grabbing guns and firing at their own kind.

More pure-blooded and high-generation mixed-race individuals fell into a brief period of chaos.

The foundation sequence immediately marks all suddenly exposed nests.

The battle sequence opens a door along the new coordinates.

Inside the Mother Bone Sanctuary, the Venerable Father, the Wriggling Dragon, broke free from the suppression of psychic energy, but it was already too late.

Its main network was cut off by Lawson.

Angron Battle Axe appeared in Lawson's hand.

The venerable father, the wriggling dragon, roared and pounced.

Lawson swung his axe horizontally.

The claws broke off.

The second vertical cleave.

The coronal bone is fractured.

The venerable father, the worm dragon, used his remaining arm to grab the handle of the battle axe, attempting to break Lawson's wrist with brute force.

Lawson took a step forward.

The four arms of the revered father, the wriggling dragon, broke off simultaneously.

It wanted to retreat and crawl into the secret passage beneath the creation pool.

Lawson stepped on its chest.

"It has been hidden for two hundred years."

"Once you're out, don't leave."

The battle axe fell.

The head of the revered wriggling dragon was split open.

The purplish-black blood splattered onto the edge of the burning pool of creation, only to be burned away by the imperial golden fire.

[Slayed the commoner prince, cult leader and clan chief: Venerable Father Worm Dragon.]

Chitin resources: Acquiring in large quantities.

[Genetic pollution of the main mental network: fracture.]

[Residual colony memories are being captured.]

[Marking coordinates of child nests, candidate patriarchs, and creation pools.]

[High-density chitin core: 1.]

Lawson stood above the corpse, his gaze sweeping across the Mother Bone Sanctuary.

Inside the burning gene pool, immature gene samples are turning into charcoal.

The T-series and battle sequences entered from the stasis field.

They took over the site, sealed the samples, burned the contaminated blood pool, scanned the walls, and located the secret passage.

Capture the genetic engineer who is still alive.

Beneath the Vigilant Star, the commoner prince's main mental network collapsed.

The swarm intelligence approach quickly set out new goals.

Seven large offspring clans.

Nineteen revitalization pools.

Forty-two secret strongholds of gene factions.

More than 300 subordinate nests have been confirmed.

Millions of hybrids, aberrations, and purebloods who are still capable of fighting.

There are at least twelve pure-blooded individuals with the potential to evolve into candidate patriarchs.

Lawson looked at the markings.

The clan chief is dead.