Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Beside him stood Yilancia. Behind him, the White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Bear Guards, heavily armored, stood in formation.

Further away, the combat formation is entering in batches.

An elder prophet broke the silence, his voice filled with rage: "How dare Ilancia lead humanity to open the gates of the Web?"

Another prophet added: "She was captured by Lawson. She may already be under his control."

Horace turned to look at them.

"The third anchorage ring is falling. The Dark Eldar are looting our wounded. The Slaanesh are devouring the Soulstone. The Undead have breached the outer ring."

"You want to try the person who brought reinforcements first?"

The elder prophet stared at Lawson in the projection.

"Human reinforcements will bring new disasters."

The old patriarch, Salosin Bloodwind, spoke.

"What could be worse than this?"

The elder prophet still wanted to speak.

"If we survive today, we will re-judge Ilancia."

Salosin interrupted him: "If you don't survive today, you can take your rules with you into the stomach of the thirsty lady."

Horace received the order: "Disarm the entrance turret. Open the outer path to human forces. Mark all clan units as temporary reinforcements."

Ilancer's cane paused briefly on the spirit bone ground.

Linggu Network responded.

Inside the net gate, the defensive turret slowly moved away.

Ilancia breathed a sigh of relief.

Lawson glanced at her.

"Looks like not everyone in your family is an idiot."

The sealed door at the end of the Spirit Bone Passage opened.

Outside was the outer city of the Ark, which was burning.

The elegant structures—the Spirit Bone Bridge, the floating platform, the arched tower, and the large dock—were smashed through by the Chaos Landing Pod. Black burn marks remained on the Spirit Bone walls, and shattered soul stones and the corpses of war slaves were scattered on the ground.

The various factions are entangled on the battlefield. Chaos Space Marines storm the entrance to the Ancestral Corridor.

Necromancers emerge in formation from the phase beams and open fire on all non-necromantic targets.

The Dark Eldar raiding craft flew close to the high-altitude Eldar bone bridge, using net guns to drag away lone wounded soldiers.

The Slaanesh demon leaped across a shattered plaza, its blades slicing through the soulstones on the chests of Eldar.

Saim-Han's clan warriors are still fighting for positions in every passage.

Ilancia rushed out of the tunnel and saw a young rider protecting a Soulstone chest as he retreated, being overtaken by a Slaanesh demon. She was about to rush over to him.

Lawson had already raised his hand.

"White Tiger, Left Wing"

The White Tiger Battle Group stormed into the arena.

The Black Legion veteran leading the charge had just cut down a Saim-Han guard, his chainsaw axe still embedded in the spirit bone ground, when a heavy bomb pierced through his helmet.

Another Chaos Warrior raised his Melt Gun, and White Beast crashed into him.

The tower shield slammed down, crushing the Chaos Warrior and his chest armor into the ground.

The power sword pierced through the neck armor, and the head was blown off.

The whole process takes three seconds.

Xuanwu pressed down on the other main passage.

There, Chaos was using heavy firepower to suppress the Wraith Guardians.

With the Xuanwu shield wall bracing against explosives and plasma propulsion, Zhen Yuan's voice rang out in the communication: "Second line, hammer strike."

The shield wall developed several cracks.

A heavy-duty power hammer smashed out of the gap.

The leg joints of the two Chaos Warriors were shattered by repeated heavy blows. The Xuanwu Warriors rushed forward, and the molten bombs were embedded in the coffins. The ancient traitors were burned through along with their iron shells.

Ilancia watched all of this.

The White Tiger and Black Tortoise were far too adept at slaughtering the Chaos Legion.

They knew the weak points of the traitorous power armor, the angle at which the demon engine raised its leg before charging, and how many seconds it took for the Dark Mechanicus weapons to warm up.

This skill has only one source: they have slain too much chaos.

On the other side, Xiong Wei crashed into the necromancer array.

The Necromancer Gaussian Ray is very powerful.

A green beam swept across the spirit bone ground, even leaving scorch marks on the ark's outer shell.

When an ordinary Eldar warrior is hit, his armor is chipped away layer by layer, and his body disintegrates.

The Xiongwei's tower shields were so thick they looked like mobile fortresses cut from the armor of a warship.

The shield is layered with physical armor, a protective force field, and a self-repairing layer of living metal. When Gaussian rays hit it, the outer layer is continuously peeled off, and the internal living metal is constantly replenished.

A necromancer undead undead unleashed three consecutive beams at the lead bear guard's shield, carving deep grooves, and the green energy nearly pierced through the last layer of structure.

The lead bear guard did not slow down.

Shield Bash!

The Undead Immortal was sent flying by the shield, its core shattering instantly.

Heavy firepower opened from behind, and a large number of undead warriors were blasted into pieces.

The wreckage should have triggered phase recovery, but the system intercepted the resurrection protocol the instant the assassin was killed, preventing the living metal limbs from being teleported back to the Tomb Fleet.

The Taotie Recycling Team followed closely behind, marking the remains behind Xiong Wei, and recovering all the living metal and dimensional fragments.

The warriors of Saim-Han watched this scene, their expressions shifting from shock to something more complex.

They had never seen anyone on their own ark fighting and dismantling undead at the same time.

Further away, the Dark Eldar raiding ships were attempting to evacuate from the medical corridor. The ships carried netted wounded soldiers and several crates of stolen Soulstones.

The roar of heavy engines echoed in the sky.

The Flying Bears enter the field.

The first Flying Bear crashed directly into the Dark Eldar raiding squadron.

The raider broke in two on the spot.

The second vehicle cut in from the side, using its body to withstand the poison crystal bullets, and then a burst of explosives hit the driver's cabin as it got close.

Xiong Da roared and ordered, "Take down the ones with the Spirit Clan's markings first; kill the ones that resist, Black Bean Sprouts!"

Do you want prisoners?

Xiong Da replied, "Black bean sprouts are too ugly, boss, don't want them!"

Ilancia's lips twitched.

Three Flying Bears flanked a raider attempting to escape into the gap in the net channel from different angles.

The firepower forced the boat to change direction, slammed off its tail fin, and the third vehicle cut directly through the prisoner net at the bottom of the boat.

Several wounded Saim Khans rolled on the ground and were dragged away by the Cornerstone Medical Team.

Ilancia watched as a rescued Saim-Han girl was taken to a medical node.

The girl's face was covered in blood, but her eyes were clear.

She watched as the human warriors in white power armor ran past her, her eyes filled with confusion.

On the Shattered Plaza, two high-ranking Slaanesh demons crossed the battle zone and charged straight at the Eldar team that was collecting Soul Stones.

They moved with incredible speed, each swing of their blades precisely slicing towards the Soul Stone on the Spirit Race's chest.

A Saim-Han guard stood in front of the Soulstone Box and was pierced through the abdomen by a long claw.

The other demon opened its mouth and let out a shriek powerful enough to crack the soul stone.

The shriek lasted only half a second.

Lawson appeared before it.

The Slaanesh looked at the human before it, its expression shifting between surprise and pleasure.

"Yet another one who thinks they can resist..."

Horus's claws had already gripped its head.

Golden fire blasted from the palm into the core of the soul.

The demon's voice turned into a sharp scream, and its four arms tried to fight back, but Lawson pressed them into the spirit bone ground with one hand.

Another one lunged from the flank. The scimitar grazed almost the neck of Lawson.

He swept his left-hand Angron Battle Axe across the room.

The axe blade sliced ​​into the demon's waist, sending his upper body flying.

The severed body attempted to reassemble, but a black hole projection flashed at the edge of the axe blade, tearing its core apart.

Lawson raised his foot and stepped on the chest of the first demon.

Horus's Claws exerted their power, and the head exploded in his hand. Golden fire burned through the remaining soul, even the last seductive syllable was reduced to ashes.

The surrounding Saim-Han warriors were firing a beat slower.

They had seen powerful warriors.

The Eldar have a long history of heroes.

But they had never seen a human treat a Slaanesh demon in such a casual, crushing way, as if squashing a bug that happened to crawl to their feet.