Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Sir! Are you alright?"

Keldan remained silent, his eyes fixed on the exhaust flames of Xiong Da's Flying Bear motorcycle in the distance.

The last sentence came from Xiong Da's loudspeaker in the distance. The sound was muffled because of the distance, but every word was clear.

"I told you to get out, but you didn't. Whose fault is that?"

Keldan's lips twitched. He wanted to retort, but he realized a very difficult truth to accept...

Xiong Da rammed into that group of Dark Spirits in five seconds.

The deputy asked cautiously, "Sir...should we file a complaint against that human?"

Kael'dan remained silent for three seconds.

"Let's finish the war first."

He summoned a spare jet motorcycle, and when he climbed on, his movements were much stiffer than usual—it was too embarrassing.

The Windspear Clan's millennia-old horsemanship tradition was taught a lesson today by a sixty-ton flying brick.

Inside the Hall of Spirit Bones, the twelve clan chiefs witnessed this scene through the battlefield projection.

The atmosphere was hard to describe at the moment.

Horace's lips twitched.

Salosin Bloodwind remained silent for a few seconds.

The chieftain of the Windspear Clan had a grim face.

"That human knocked Kel'dan away."

Another clan leader said coldly, "I saw it."

He even called him an idiot.

“I heard it too.”

One of the prophets couldn't help but say, "Losen's men are too rude."

Another prophet added: "Rude, chaotic, lacking in discipline and aesthetics, and completely disrespectful of the battlefield traditions of Saim-Han."

Horace looked at the Dark Eldar raider fleet that had been blown to pieces by the Flying Bears on the projection.

"But they are indeed killing the enemy."

The chieftain of the Windspear clan roared, "They're rampaging across our ark!"

Salosin Bloodwind spoke slowly.

"They are also reinforcements."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

If it weren't for Lawson's troops entering, the Third Dock Ring would have fallen even deeper, the Dark Eldar might have taken away more wounded and Soulstones, and the Necromancer Phase Assault Team would have advanced even further into the inner layer.

The Flying Bears are rude.

Xiong Da has no manners.

The way the battle sequence was advanced disrupted Saim-Han's battlefield aesthetics.

But they were rescuing Saim Han.

The Windspear Clan Chief gritted his teeth and said, "After the battle, I want Lawson to hand over that guard rider."

Horace glanced at him.

“You can go ask Lawson for it yourself.”

Chief Fengmao fell silent.

No one has forgotten the image of Lawson tearing Slaanesh apart with his bare hands.

The demons in Slaanesh's camp soon realized they had chosen the wrong hunting ground.

They followed Sarasien into Saim-Han, expecting a feast to be held there.

The Ark Eldar, Soulstones, terrified riders, the shattered Spirit Bone Temple, and their people driven to the brink of destruction by Chaos Cannons.

To the Slaanesh demon, these should have been the sweetest prey.

They don't need to occupy the ark, nor do they care about the key that Vashtor wants. They only want to capture Eldar souls in the flames of war, tear open the Soulstones, and enjoy the despair of those proud Eldar before they are dragged away by the Thirsty Lady.

Kolosen's battle order has arrived.

Things changed.

Just as a Guardian of Secrets tore through the guard formation of a Spirit Race Soul Stone Recycling Team outside the third docking ring, its fingers had already touched the edge of the Soul Stone Box.

It could even feel the trembling of the souls inside the box, sweet like ripe fruit, as three white tiger warriors attacked from the side.

Shield bash, bomb, power sword.

The Slaanesh demon's soul vanished completely, half of its face still bearing a seductive smile.

Lawson ate it!

On another covered bridge, six banshees were dancing around a prophet named Saim-Han. Their blades sliced ​​through the air, each arc carrying syllables that resonated with the soul, piercing the prophet's soulstone and making it almost impossible for him to concentrate on casting spells.

A fighting force advanced from the rear.

The explosive bomb interrupted the demon's dance, the thermal melt burned through the core, and the power sword decapitated the target.

The six female demons, from their first dance step to their complete annihilation, took a total of seven seconds.

Slaanesh is a demon skilled at seducing, torturing, and harvesting souls.

Lawson's battle formation doesn't work that way.

Before dying, a demon tried to induce the resonance of the soul stones of the surrounding Elven warriors with its soul shriek. As soon as it opened its mouth, a Xuanwu warrior smashed a power hammer into its mouth.

The shriek turned into a pool of purple residue.

The losses suffered by the Slaanesh faction are starting to look bad.

Sarasien Qianxian watched all of this from the bow of the flagship.

It was originally very pleasant.

Saim-Han's fear is sweet.

The trembling of souls as those soul stones were dragged away by the purple threads was enough for it to savor for a long time. The anger, humiliation, resistance, and despair of the spirit race were mixed together, far better than the souls of ordinary humans, whose souls were like cheap wine, forgotten as soon as they were drunk.

Sarasien felt that his deal with Vashtor was a good one.

Until the spirit race soul stone recovery teams, which had been carefully cornered by it, were rescued one by one. The souls that should have been harvested by the servant demons were snatched back from the jaws of death by the White Tiger, Black Tortoise, Suanni, and Bear Guard.

"interesting."

Sarasien gently raised one hand.

An elegant crack appeared on the flagship's outer shell beneath its feet, like a stage curtain being drawn back.

The next instant, it personally stepped into the outer battlefield of Saim-Han.

On the shattered plaza, several Suanni purification soldiers had just sealed a spiritual bone fissure with golden fire, while two combat units stood guard nearby.

A purple light shone before them.

Sarasien emerged from the light.

With arms outstretched, long ribbons, resembling both silk and peeled tendons, hung down from the shoulders and back.

It raised the bone flute and gently blew out a note.

That sound had no volume and no direction.

Two combat units have already fired their munitions.

But Sarasien is faster.

Its whip swept across, wrapping around the waist armor of the first combatant, slamming him into a nearby spirit bone pillar. The spirit bone pillar shattered, and the man became embedded in the wall.

The second combatant had just switched to a molten lava gun when Salathion's longsword was already pressed down in front of him.

He blocked with his arm.

His arm armor was cut open, and he was kicked more than ten meters away, crashing into a makeshift ammunition rack on a cornerstone.

Salasion did not pursue the two combatants. It looked down at its fingers, like a chef appreciating the texture of ingredients.

A white tiger warrior charged forward.

Salasion raised his hand, his four slender fingers touching the surface of the opponent's shield. The shield did not shatter, but the white tiger warrior was thrown backward by a strange force.

Salasion was about to deliver the next blow.

The space in front of him was torn apart by silvery-white light.

Lawson appeared.

Angron's Battle Axe rested on his shoulder, while Horus's Claw hung by his side.

When Salasion saw him, his eyes lit up.

"It's you?"

"The human who imprisoned Ash Velos."

Lawson looked at it.

"Are you colleagues?"

Salasion laughed, a metallic scraping sound lingering in his laughter. "We've torn each other apart on the edge of the Thirsty Lady's court. We've also drunk together at a banquet woven from the screams of a thousand psionicists. She's arrogant, greedy, and good at pretending she's not afraid."

It took a step forward, its movements as leisurely as if it were strolling in its own living room.

"I heard she's in your hands."

Lawson sneered: "You want to avenge her?"

Sarasien paused for a moment.

Then it laughed so hard it almost bent over.

Salasion straightened up, his purple eyes filled with a morbid pleasure.