Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Heavy infantry.

The Dark Mechanicus carrying anchor point equipment.

The demonic engine that was trying to cover up.

All highlighted in red.

Kill them all.

The plains turned into a burning inferno.

Xiong Wei strode forward with heavy steps, his tower shield pushing aside the poisonous fog, and his giant hammer smashing into the crowd.

It's like a meteorite being smashed into mud.

From the monitor screen, the entire battlefield looked as if it had been suddenly overfueled.

All of Agrippina's heavy firepower was drawn to this wave of suicides.

This is exactly what the Shadow of Hydra wants.

On the edge of the battlefield, he had shed his disguise as a member of the Dark Mechanicus.

His power armor was covered by an advanced cloaking force field left over from the Great Rebellion.

The light slid away from his side, and thermal, infrared, and low-level psionic detection were suppressed to almost non-existent.

He was like a drop of transparent poison, passing through smoke, wreckage, and dead ends.

The lives of tens of thousands of Chaos soldiers were the ticket that the Shadow of Hydra bought for itself.

He successfully reached an underground ventilation shaft entrance in the Third Industrial Fortress.

Intelligence indicates that a specific subspace signal source is located deep within the fortress.

An ancient casting hammer.

A fragment of a key.

Guzog's army has become bait.

Therefore, the harvesting should be done by real professionals.

The shadow of Hydra sliced ​​through the first isolation door.

There was no alarm.

The second one.

The third way.

He slid down to the lower level, following the coolant pipes.

Seven fixed patrol scans.

Four infrared cross-detections.

Two locations with residual psionic energy are under alert.

Avoid them all.

Seventeen minutes later, he entered the outer level of the core storage room.

It's unnaturally quiet here.

Outside, the battlefield is shattering the world into pieces, but here, only faint indicator lights flicker on and off.

The Shadow of Hydra pushed open the last maintenance hatch and silently slid into the room.

The storage room is spacious.

On the central alloy pedestal sits an ancient casting hammer.

Its surface was covered with ancient mechanical markings, unknown inscriptions, and a thin layer of dust. It looked almost unremarkable, like a relic left behind by a dead technician.

Even from several meters away, the Hydra's shadow could still sense the faint fluctuations emanating from the object.

The mission is nearing completion.

He drew his short blade, preparing to cut through any potential warning force field around the pedestal.

"Your disguise skills are quite good." A voice came from the shadows.

The shadow of Hydra turned around immediately.

The short blade drew a ruthless arc, the stealth force field was activated to its maximum power, and at the same time the miniature poison needles hidden in the shoulder armor locked onto the direction of the sound source.

He was going to cut the other person's throat before they could say their second sentence.

The short blade stopped in mid-air.

Two fingers, gleaming with a dark silver luster, gripped the blade.

It was as light as holding a fallen leaf.

The invisible force field is still in operation.

But those eyes had pierced through all the optical camouflage, looking directly into the depths of his visor.

Lawson emerged from the shadows.

But the Hydra's nerves were stretched to their limit at that moment.

That wasn't the kind of oppression that ordinary humans experience.

It's not even a regular Astartes.

The feeling that the space itself seemed to shrink just by standing in front of him reminded him of certain images in the Legion's ancient archives that he couldn't bear to look at.

"They hijacked communications, used tens of thousands of lives as a smokescreen, just to sneak in and steal a broken hammer."

Lawson glanced at the short blade that was caught in the grip.

"The Alpha Legion hasn't come up with anything new in tens of thousands of years."

The Shadow of Hydra was not angered by those words.

Mission failed.

The target is known.

The priority shifted to intelligence gathering and evacuation.

He abruptly released the short blade, activating the miniature explosive device under his foot.

Smoke, flashes of light, and recoil erupted simultaneously, sending him hurtling towards the ceiling as he tried to tear through the upper structure to escape.

He rose less than two meters.

boom!

The ceiling was violently smashed through from the outside.

Two gigantic figures, covered in rubble and steel bars, crashed into the storage room.

The entire underground space was shaken and sank.

Second dog, third dog.

Their enhanced second-order spider vision allowed them to clearly see the cloaked outline of the Hydra as soon as its shadow entered the outer layer of the fortress.

"Hide and seek is over, little bug."

The shadow of Hydra attempted to change direction.

It's too late.

The first hammer blow struck his breastplate, shattering the cloaking field.

The ceramic steel breastplate was dented into a terrible crater, and the ribs, reinforced lungs, and secondary heart were all impacted simultaneously.

He was struck as if by a battering ram, spitting out blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, as he crashed into the wall.

Er Gou didn't give him a chance to adjust after landing.

With the second blow, his left arm, along with his shoulder armor, was smashed into his chest cavity.

The shadow of Hydra attempted to initiate self-destruction.

His neural commands had just been issued when San Gou stomped on and crushed his wrist controller.

"Don't move."

San Gou grinned, "You didn't break it evenly enough."

The next sound was short and heavy.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Alpha Legion agents, with their genetically enhanced Astartes bodies, advanced stealth power armor left over from the Great Rebellion, and meticulously prepared evacuation chips, self-destruct devices, camouflage modules, and data keys, were all smashed into a pile of flesh mixed with metal fragments by the two guards' skillless yet absolutely effective violence.

Lawson stared blankly.

Only after the last, still twitching nerve bundle was finished off by San Gou did he walk over and squat down.

The backpack has ripped open.

Several specially made communication chips rolled in the blood.

A badge was half-buried under shredded armor.

There was also half a dark red metal fragment.

It was not much larger than a finger joint, yet it exuded an ancient and eerie aura.

It wasn't from that forging hammer. Clearly, this Alpha agent had already successfully stolen one from another planet before coming here with Guzog.

Lawson reached out and picked up the fragment.

The next instant, a whisper from subspace tried to penetrate his mind.

The whispers failed to even stir a ripple before being suppressed into silence.

Lawson tossed the fragment between his fingers.