Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The three-man squad on the right-hand side also opened fire.

Three-sided crossfire.

Seven seconds, annihilation.

The orc boy, missing half his jaw, wore an excited smile until his death.

Even in death, he was happy.

These are orcs.

Our ammunition consumption: 30 rounds.

Our casualties: zero.

After the battle, the formation switched from combat formation back to marching formation within three seconds and continued to advance.

The reserve platoon at the very back of the formation didn't even have time to get into the firing range.

Deeper into the deck.

The demons reacted completely differently than the orcs.

Five vampires emerged from a vertical passage.

The moment they saw the column of assassins, an uncontrollable rage surged from the depths of their souls.

"thief!"

The five vampires suddenly charged forward, their speed more than twice that of the orcs.

The second and two White Tiger armored vehicles stepped out of the battle line, forming a triangular formation to meet the attack. Each armored vehicle had a three-person team on its side for close support.

The vampire ran into the White Tiger Armor.

The demon that Jia Er intercepted head-on was pierced through the abdomen with its power sword, while the trio's chainsaw swords simultaneously cut into the back of the wrist and knee. The demon was dismembered into seven pieces in four seconds.

Jia Jiu faced two demons. One lunged at him head-on but was blocked. Then, the trio on his flanks simultaneously severed both of his arms from his shoulders. The demon, now unarmed, was pierced through by a sword in the next second.

Another one attempted to flank and attack the ordinary assassins, but the swarm's mind had already imprinted a warning into everyone's consciousness within a fraction of a second of its change of direction. In the direction it lunged, the three-man squad, with a semi-circular iron fist composed of six chainsaw swords, shredded it instantly.

The two opponents that Jia Shiyi faced were the most interesting.

One attacks head-on, while the other attacks upside down from the ceiling.

But the reconnaissance team in the overhead compartment had marked the location of the creature on the ceiling three seconds earlier.

Jia Shiyi pretended to focus on the front, but the moment the creature on the ceiling jumped down, he took a step to the side, missed, landed, and in the 0.2-second window of imbalance, the trio slashed his neck twice.

Then the one on the front was dismantled by six people in three seconds.

[Subspace Energy +12.]

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[Subspace Energy +12.]

The souls of five demons were captured.

This time, in the lower dimensions of the warp, the Bloodthirsty Berserker's reaction was different from before.

Because this group of people is more efficient at intercepting souls than before.

Previously, they would sneak around and ambush lone demons on the outskirts of the battle, killing one or two at a time.

Now they're going to crush it head-on and slaughter its minions in droves.

Chaos Space Marines at least have a trade relationship with it; the souls of enemies killed by Chaos Marines flow to the Dark God to whom they serve.

But the souls of these "demons killed by mortals" simply vanished.

"Kill them at all costs."

The bloodthirsty madman's order to hunt them down was directly instilled into the consciousness of every vampire in the wrecked ship from the depths of the warp.

More demons began to surge from the heart of the battle towards the deep strangulation zone.

But this time, when they surge forward, they will first collide with the animal populations along the way.

So they started fighting again.

The positive feedback loop is not only intact, it is accelerating.

The reaction of the purebloods is the most disturbing of the three.

The Deep Strangulation Swarm encountered eight purebloods near Deck 8, who launched a surprise attack from the ceiling pipes in their signature three-dimensional form.

However, the shared global perspective of swarm intelligence renders the surprise attack tactic meaningless.

The moment the eight purebloods leaped down, they were met with eight firing arcs that had already been adjusted to their angles.

Six were killed on the spot, and two were severely injured and then killed within three seconds.

Deep within the heart of the lair, the clan leader sensed something unfamiliar during the five seconds it took for the psionic signals of the eight pureblood beings to extinguish one after another.

A sense of alertness that comes from the depths of a predator's instinct.

That was the scent of another apex predator.

The clan leader used the psionic network to retrieve the last frame of perception data of the eight purebloods before their deaths.

It saw something it couldn't understand.

Those humans have purely human gene sequences, but their behavioral patterns are not human.

It is impossible for humans to launch a perfectly coordinated attack from three directions simultaneously.

Unless they are not independent entities.

The chieftain moved the outer patrol line of the lair inward by two kilometers.

Before fully understanding the other party's capabilities, first create distance, observe, analyze, and look for weaknesses.

Then decide whether to hunt or avoid.

The patriarch's psychic consciousness, like a giant spider web, extends and waits on every strand of the nest around the nest.

It is waiting for the other predator to make a mistake.

The deep strangulation group made no mistakes.

The rotation system is implemented every 24 hours.

Swarm intelligence fine-tunes the tactical parameters of the three-three system based on the latest combat data, including safety boundaries, preparation steps, and reconnaissance density.

This force is evolving at a rate that no other army in the Empire can match.

It is the entire system that is evolving.

Chapter 79: There's no Plan B.

With the deep-seated killing syndicate actively fueling the conflict, the intensity of the three-way battle is even greater than during the previous four-way battle.

The bloodthirsty madman summoned more vampires into the wrecked ship from the warp.

Gorga's army was pinned down in the deep mud of the deck.

The patriarch's patrol line around his lair had shrunk by a total of four kilometers in two weeks, yet he still hadn't found the other predator's weakness.

Lawson's actions on the mid-deck were also proceeding simultaneously.

Around the target tribe where the frigate was located, there were three small to medium-sized orc tribes at intervals of ten to twenty kilometers.

The Shattered Iron Tribe consists of approximately eight hundred orcs.

The remnants of the Poison Mushroom tribe, numbering about five hundred orcs, were survivors who escaped when the Rotten Tooth tribe had previously absorbed them.

The Rusty Nail tribe consists of approximately six hundred orcs.

Individually, none of these three tribes pose a threat.

However, if any of the three tribes hear the commotion and come to reinforce while Lawson is attacking the target tribe, it could create unnecessary complications at a crucial moment.

More importantly, the combined number of fart spirits in these three tribes is conservatively estimated to be over three thousand.

Lawson divided twelve of the twenty-eight White Tiger Armors outside the deep strangulation group into three groups of four, each with four hundred assassins, including eighty platoon leaders, forming three sweeping assault teams.

Three assault teams launched a simultaneous attack within 48 hours, blitzing three tribes.

Lawson is not the kind of person who puts all his bets on one card.

He selected three five-man reconnaissance teams from among the suicide squads to conduct a fan-shaped search of the wrecked ship's north, west, and lower decks.

The goal is to find any other possible aircraft, anything that can fly.

If something goes wrong during the capture or takeoff of the Sword-class corvette, Lawson will need a Plan B.

The first cleanup task force was personally led by Lawson.

Four White Tiger Armored Garroson Tiger King Armored vehicles silently advanced through the dimly lit passageway of the abandoned ship.

Following behind were four hundred enhanced suicide soldiers and eighty platoon leaders.

"White Tiger Armor will charge in from the north entrance, killing all the orc boys and Norber. The platoon leader will lead the assault teams to flank from the east and west. Regular suicide soldiers will block the south exit, intercepting any bastards attempting to escape. Capture them alive."

"start."

Lawson was the first to step into the camp.

His 2.5-meter height, combined with the broad shoulders of his power armor, made him almost fill the entire doorway when he passed through the entrance.

The campfire in the center of the camp cast its light on his power armor.

Two orc boys, who were fighting over a roasted mushroom by the campfire, were the first to spot him.

Before they could react, Lawson had already crossed five meters.

The heavy power armor accelerated from a standstill to full speed in 0.4 seconds.

For the two orcs crouching by the campfire, the moment Lawson's figure transformed from a silhouette at the doorway into a metal wall approaching at an impossible speed, it probably only lasted for the blink of an eye.

He swung his power sword with his right hand.