Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Several bear guards stood further away.

Dozens of Flying Bear heavy-duty anti-gravity motorcycles were parked nearby.

Ilancia was startled.

She suddenly understood.

Lawson already had suspicions about this place.

Her role was to provide the final confirmation.

This kind of person is the most terrifying.

Ilancia stared at the old factory, a question rising in her mind.

Since Lawson can travel thousands of kilometers in this way, what does he need the Internet for?

But soon, she found the answer.

What Lawson lacks is not the ability to move within his own territory.

What he lacks is the road leading to other people's doorsteps.

This thought sent a chill down Ilancia's spine.

Lawson released her wrist.

"Let's get to work."

Suppressing her distracting thoughts, Ilancia walked toward the old heat exchange tower.

She took out a small spirit bone probe and placed it in her palm.

The probe resembles a section of white finger bone, with wind patterns of Saim-Han etched on its surface.

Ilancia whispered a passage from the ancient Ark language.

The bone probe rotated slightly, its tip pointing northeast.

She walked along the abandoned tracks.

Three combat units followed ten steps behind her.

She stopped in front of a collapsed wall.

There is a fresh scratch at the bottom of the wall.

It's so shallow that it's almost invisible to the naked eye.

She reached out and touched it.

A very faint stinging sensation came from my fingertips.

"Poisonous crystal powder".

She stopped immediately.

"Comoro poisoners would scatter it near the entrances and exits."

Lawson stood at the back.

"direction."

Ilancia points underground.

"They're down there."

The swarm intelligence immediately updates the map.

The three cornerstone sequence members opened the old factory files and quickly retrieved information about the underground structure of the area.

Soon, a space marked as "abandoned cooling storage tank" in the old empire's records appeared on the map.

That storage tank should have been sealed off 160 years ago.

But now, there is a heat source inside.

Commands are transmitted silently within the bee colony.

The outer exit is sealed off, the upper ventilation shaft is sealed off, and both ends of the underground track are sealed off.

Flying Bear Motorcycles take to the air and stand by.

Er Gou stretched his neck.

"Finally, I can get to work."

The next second, Lawson gave the order to clear the area.

The battle sequence directly blasted open three entrances.

The thermoelectric cutter cuts through the sealing plate, and the explosive blast blasts a gap in the old pipe wall, allowing the three teams to enter simultaneously.

The Dark Eldar reacted extremely quickly.

As soon as the first breach opened, dozens of shattered poison crystals flew out.

The crystals burst open in the air, turning into a fine mist.

From behind the poisonous fog, several Dark Eldar warriors rushed out.

They wore spiked armor and carried poisoned blades and shrapnel rifles, moving with lightning speed.

The first combat order was to raise a gun.

Three explosive shells pierced the chest of the first Dark Eldar.

The second one tried to roll sideways and hug the wall, but before he could move, another combatant's chain blade had already swept across his waist.

The third one is faster.

He almost rushed to the front of the battle formation, his poisoned blade piercing the gap in the faceplate.

In the battle sequence, he grabbed his wrist with his left hand and swung down with his right hand using a short-handled power axe.

The slender arm flew up.

Just as the Dark Eldar was about to scream, the axe blade fell a second time, and the head rolled into the poisonous mist.

Ilancia's expression changed as she watched this scene.

If these Dark Eldar warriors charged into a regular Astragalus army position, they could cut a squad to pieces in a matter of seconds.

Their reaction speed, poison blade technique, and pain control far surpass those of ordinary human soldiers.

Kolosen's battle formation is like a moving iron wall.

The Dark Eldar are masters of using speed to create localized advantages.

However, against Lawson, the value of individual speed was diminished by the collective prediction.

A piercing alarm sounded from deep within the underground storage tank.

Anti-gravity engine activated.

More than thirty Dark Eldar anti-gravity motorcycles burst out of the hidden compartments. They were long and slender with sharp blades and their nozzles emitted a shriek.

They flew along underground tracks, attempting to break through the blockade.

Ilancia immediately shouted, "Watch out! Those vehicles will cut through the armor!"

The ground above exploded.

Eight Flying Bear motorcycles swooped down.

Compared to the slender, anti-gravity motorcycles of the Dark Eldar, the Flying Bears are like a bunch of madmen who have put engines on their fortresses.

The Dark Eldar motorcycles attempted to disperse.

Their driving skills were superb; they drove close to the pillars of the ruins, turning at almost impossible angles.

But Flying Bear didn't engage in any prolonged fighting with them.

The first Flying Bear crashed directly into the middle of the track.

The shield is positioned in front.

The adamantine horn illuminated a short-range force field.

boom!

The two Dark Eldar motorcycles were smashed head-on, and the drivers were cut into pieces by the debris.

The second Flying Bear swept down from the side and above, its shoulder-mounted rapid-fire cannon sweeping across the air corridor.

A hail of bullets turned the three motorcycles that were trying to climb into fireballs.

The third Flying Bear was even more brutal.

It crashed through the old support beam, forcing the Dark Eldar motorcycle group to veer into the narrow area, and then four Flying Bears behind it simultaneously launched micro-fragmentation missiles.

The underground railway tracks instantly turned into a fire.

Ilancia's face tightened as she watched.

On the Saim-Han Ark, many people can ride jet motorcycles through the Spirit Bone Canyon, but only a few can complete a triple turn at high speed, fire sideways, and cut into enemy lines while following their comrades' wake.

She is one of them.

Therefore, she knew better than anyone that the group of Dark Eldar riders in front of her were not weak.

On the contrary, they are very strong.

Comoros raiders hate head-on combat, but they never lack speed and daring. Those anti-gravity motorcycles weave through underground tracks, their bodies almost skimming along broken pipes, their blades leaving only a trail of sparks as they glide across the walls.

One Dark Eldar rider even managed a near-perfect zigzag between three collapsed pillars.

The angle is tricky.

The timing was perfect.

If it were a regular Imperial fighter jet, it would have been shaken off and locked on in that instant.

Ilancia instinctively acknowledged the horsemanship of that instant.

After she accepted it, what rose in her heart was not contempt, but a chill.

Because the Dark Eldar rider was still dead.