Warhammer: Empire Reboot

But the less delayed assassins are faster than the black armor of the Astartes.

On the left side of the passage, Jia San and Jia Si are playing a two-on-three game.

A Chaos Warrior wielded a power hammer, smashing down the left bulkhead of the third armored vehicle and forcing him to reposition. Two other Chainsword Warriors attacked from the left and right.

For an ordinary Imperial Space Marine facing this kind of coordinated attack, the options are either to be severely wounded in exchange for a kill, or to retreat and disengage.

However, there is no need for any communication between Class 3 and Class 4.

The swarm intelligence issued coordinated commands to the two individuals within the same nanosecond.

Jia Si suddenly gave up on defense and fell backward.

Just as he fell, Katachan's Fang pierced the left eye lens of the Chaos Warrior.

At the same time, the fallen Armored Warrior used its kinetic energy to propel itself forward with its legs, sliding along the ground as its chainsaw sword severed the power line behind the right side of the Chaos Warrior's knee.

The Chaos Warrior on the right lost his balance and fell to one knee.

Jia San took a step forward, and the high-frequency oscillating blade plunged vertically into the top of his head.

In less than ten seconds, the Chaos faction was wiped out in a two-on-three battle.

The third and fourth armored vehicles only suffered a few scratches on their shells.

The battle between sixteen and nineteen ended in less than five minutes.

All eighteen Chaos Space Marines were killed.

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Two members of the White Tiger team were killed: one was struck in the chest by the Chaos Warrior's power hammer before his death, shattering his internal organs; the other was pierced through the helmet by a power sword.

The cost was considerable. But even with a 16-on-19 ratio, they killed 18 long-time veterans, suffering only two casualties.

This exchange ratio would be worthy of being etched into the wall of honor of any Space Marine Chapter in the history of the Empire.

Valentine was all alone.

Fourteen White Tiger powered armored vehicles formed a semicircle.

Six hundred suicide soldiers stood ready with guns on the outer perimeter.

Valentine stood in the center of the semicircle, covered in blood, some of his own and some of the assassins'.

One of the White Tiger team members who just died was killed by him; Valentine demonstrated a combat power on a completely different level from the other Chaos Warriors.

The commander's armor from the Great Expedition era withstood at least a dozen heavy blows in the battle, yet only bore shallow scratches on its surface, proving the formidable defensive capabilities of the adamantite-coated ceramic steel.

Lawson stepped out from behind the White Tiger formation.

Valentine saw him.

"A mortal without armor fighting an armored Astartes in a one-on-one duel has never been won in the history of the galaxy."

There has to be a first time.

Lawson drew his power sword.

Valentine raised his master-class power sword.

The two moved at the same time.

Valentine was faster than any of the Chaos Warriors in the previous melee.

The master-level power sword drew a near-perfect arc in his hand, slashing diagonally from the lower left to the upper right, the angle precisely covering all possible paths for Lawson to dodge or block.

Lawson flashed forward and entered the inner side of the sword arc.

Valentine's pupils contracted for a moment. In his close combat experience, the option of stepping inside the sword arc had never existed in the reaction menu of mortals.

To do this, you need to determine the precise radius of the sword arc within 0.03 seconds, and then move your body to a position exactly 5 centimeters shorter than the radius within 0.02 seconds.

Lawson did it.

The blade of the master-level power sword grazed past Lawson's right earlobe, and the scorching force field ruffled his hair.

But Valentine's reaction was equally astonishingly quick.

He understood the intention the instant Lawson stepped inside the arc of the sword. At the end of the diagonal slash, he suddenly changed his move, the sword blade swirling from the upper right, transforming into a precise thrust aimed straight for Lawson's throat.

This sword strike didn't transition from a slash to a thrust; it was so fluid, like two stages of a single movement.

Then Valentine saw what first puzzled him.

At the moment when the sword tip was less than three centimeters from Lawson's throat, a thin film of silver metal swelled up from the skin of Lawson's neck, like liquid mercury covering the spot where the sword tip was about to strike.

An invisible force field caused Valentine's sword tip to slip and deflect on the scales, grazing Lawson's neck and leaving a charred mark on the collar of his combat vest.

Lawson did not pause.

His Katachon's Fang had completed its thrust, the broad blade slicing from below into the joint gap of Valentine's right thigh outside the power armor.

The serrated edge of Katachon's Fang bit into a hydraulic line in the joint space.

With a sudden twist.

The hydraulic line broke.

Valentine's right leg's servo system instantly lost 40% of its power output.

Chapter 73 The Real Treasure (Third Update)

"whispering sound!"

Valentine let out a cold laugh through clenched teeth.

He forced Lawson back with a backhand slash from his power sword, then adjusted his balance while his right leg was partially disabled.

Instead, he took a half step back, and the master-level power sword suddenly sank from the end of the horizontal slash, changing from a horizontal strike to a vertical slash from top to bottom.

The target is Lawson's right hand, which he is retracting after just severing the hydraulic line.

The speed and angle of this sword strike were almost perfect.

The silver film surged again.

Valentine's gaze finally changed.

"interesting."

Valentine launched a full-force charge, his master-level power sword drawing a perfect arc overhead as he slashed downwards with all his might.

The force of that strike was enough to cleave Lawson in two from head to crotch.

Then, Valentine saw the most perplexing scene of his life.

The thin, silvery film on Lawson's left forearm suddenly swelled up.

Like a burst dam, silver liquid metal gushed from the surface of Lawson's left arm, condensing into a large, curved shield with a diameter of over one meter in less than 0.3 seconds.

The shield is 15 centimeters thick.

All the living metal stored in the armory space can be summoned into the real world at any time, in any quantity, and from any location on his body, under Lawson's mental control.

Lawson used the armory's ability to access items regardless of distance in the battle.

This is his real trump card that allows him to dare not wear armor.

It is a necromancer-grade super alloy with over 9,000 liters on demand, capable of transforming into any form in microseconds.

The force field of the power sword scorched a scorch mark about one centimeter deep on the shield surface.

That's it.

The impact traveled through the shield into Lawson's left arm.

His foot slid back ten centimeters on the ground.

Then I stood firm.

Valentine asked in shock, "What exactly are you?"

Lawson ignored him and simultaneously launched a counterattack with his right-hand power sword, bypassing the edge of the shield and piercing the gap in Valentine's left elbow joint.

The amplified sword tip advanced six centimeters into the joint space, severing the main transmission cable of the elbow joint.

Valentine lost control of his left arm below the elbow.

Lawson took a half step back, and the silver liquid metal instantly liquefied from its shield form, flowing back to Lawson's left arm like a silver waterfall.

The entire process, from appearance to disappearance, takes less than two seconds.

Valentine's eyes twitched violently.

In his combat career, he had seen psionic shields, force field generators, and void barriers bestowed by the Chaos God, but he had never seen a physical metal shield materialize from the void, block a blow, and then disappear back into the void.

This is something outside his cognitive framework.

Valentine roared and swept his right hand across the room.

Lawson leaned back to avoid the sword's edge.

At the same time, two silver, living metal ropes shot out from the backs of Lawson's hands like two serpents, wrapping around Valentine's body from the left and right sides respectively.

The first rope goes around Valentine's right shoulder, across the front of the breastplate, under his left armpit, back down, crosses the second rope at the spine, and continues down, wrapping around his waist and upper thighs.

The second rope follows the opposite path, going around the left shoulder, passing under the right armpit, crossing over the back, and extending downwards to form a knot with the first rope at Valentine's thigh.

The two ropes wrapped around Valentine's entire body in 0.3 seconds.

From shoulders to thighs, her arms were tightly bound to her sides, and the power armor's servo system emitted a continuous overload alarm due to the restraint of the ropes.

But the rope did not stop.

After wrapping around Valentine, their ends continued to extend behind him, targeting a structural steel beam three meters away with a diameter of half a meter.

The ends of the two ropes, like two silver hands, precisely embraced the steel beam, and then hardened instantly after wrapping around the surface of the steel beam three times.

Valentine's body was firmly nailed to the steel beam.

Valentine's power armor's servo muscle bundles worked at full power, attempting to stretch the silver ropes binding his body with maximum torque.

If this were a regular Imperial steel cable, it would most likely snap within three to five seconds under the full strain of the Astartes power armor.