Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Ugalax's death left the Chaos Guard on the Ark without its supreme commander.

The Black Legion's elite Terminators are still putting up scattered resistance, but the various Chaos factions have fallen into chaos, each acting independently.

As soon as Lawson gave the order, the advance of the combat suicide squads accelerated dramatically.

Twelve minutes later, the first combat suicide soldier arrived at the Ferryman's core cabin.

The demonic entity, pinned to the bridge by the demonic steel nails, let out a shrill roar.

The battle axe fell.

The roar abruptly stopped.

The Ominous Ark, the Soul-Devouring Coffin, lost power the moment it lost its ferryman, plunging into darkness and silence.

The takeover process of swarm intelligence was then initiated.

The Cornerstone Sequence and T-Series suicide soldiers flooded the bridge and core computing array, forcibly accessing the Ark's underlying operating system through physical means.

Another ominous ark has changed hands.

Lawson stood on the outer shell of the ark, gazing at the starry sky of the Viola system.

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The commanders of the visionary enclave stared in disbelief at the tactical holographic projection.

The space battlefield in the Viola system has undergone a dramatic transformation in the past twenty minutes.

The silver battle moon rampaged through the orc fleet, leaving behind only expanding fireballs and shattered metal debris in its wake.

More than half of the orcs' forty-odd warships have been lost under the combined pressure of the moon's gravity and the fortress's firepower.

The remaining green-skinned warships scattered and fled, exploding like water droplets thrown into a pot of boiling oil.

The Chaos Catastrophe Fleet fared even worse.

The Ominous Ark has been captured by the Imperial fleet. The holographic projection shows the numerous breaches on the ark's hull, the wreckage of Imperial boarding torpedoes, and the thirty-meter-long headless demon prince's corpse on the ark's surface.

Two Chaos heavy cruisers were being held by Imperial cruisers and were making their last stand.

"Control of space has changed hands."

Karen Ironwall, the highest-ranking of the Eight Foresight Generals, looked at the projection and exclaimed excitedly, "Commander, the Imperial fleet is clearing the area for us! Chaos's flagship has been captured, the Demon Prince has been killed, and the Orc fleet has been routed. This is a godsend!"

Another of the Eight Generals, Gale Morak, chimed in: "Commander, if the Empire, the Orcs, and Chaos fight to the death, we can..."

The visionary commander was looking at another set of data: the firepower output analysis of the Battle Moon, the formation spacing of the Imperial fleet, and the time it took for that Imperial fleet to completely overwhelm the Chaos Orc fleet after entering the star system.

In his three-hundred-year career of warfare, O'Showa had never seen such efficiency.

What are you all so happy about?

O'Showa looked at his generals.

"Commander?" Karen asked, puzzled.

"The Chaos and the Orcs have been fighting us for two months. We've lost one of our eight generals and a third of our fleet, and the three sides are still locked in a stalemate."

O'Shovar pointed to the silver moon on the holographic projection that was crushing the orc shipwreck, "He did in twenty minutes what we couldn't do in two months."

The bridge fell silent.

"The power brought by this human is more difficult to deal with than Chaos and the orcs combined."

O'Shovar gripped the hilt of the Dawnblade. "This is serious trouble."

Before he could finish speaking, the communications officer's voice broke the brief silence.

"Commander! Imperial battle moons and transport ships are moving toward the orbit of Arthasmore! A large number of small aircraft have been detected detaching from the mothership!"

O'Showa strode to the observation window.

In the starry sky of the Viola system, the massive silver sphere of the Battle Moon is advancing towards Asasmoro.

Simultaneously, the numerous launch silos covering the lunar surface opened, and streaks of dark gray ejected from the sphere, drifting towards the planet's surface like dandelion seeds.

One hundred and sixty birds of prey.

They were ejected from the battle moon and accompanying warships, diving in tight formation into the atmosphere of Asasmoolo.

The 45-meter-long dark gray body emitted a layer of orange-red plasma light as it broke through the atmosphere, which, from the ground, looked like 160 shooting stars streaking across the sky at the same time.

On the surface battlefield of Assamolo, the three sides engaged in a chaotic battle simultaneously raised their heads.

The raptor formation completed its first formation reorganization within the atmosphere at an altitude of 30,000 meters.

One hundred and sixty fighter jets were divided into eight squadrons of twenty aircraft each, spread out in a fan shape, covering the airspace of the Assamolo equatorial theater of operations within a radius of six hundred kilometers.

At Mach 4.5, before the chaotic anti-aircraft artillery on the ground could complete its fire control calculations, the raptors had already swept over their heads.

The anti-aircraft shells exploded hundreds of meters behind the fighter jet, with the fragments not even touching the exhaust flame.

The raptor formation did not linger in the high-altitude battle.

They are executing a tactic completely different from conventional air superiority warfare: air-dropped platforms.

The first wave of twenty Raptors descended from an altitude of 8,000 meters to 300 meters, slowing to subsonic speeds, while the cargo doors under the fuselage opened simultaneously.

It wasn't a missile that fell out; it was a Flying Bear heavy assault motorcycle.

The sixty-ton adamantite behemoth was ejected from the Raptor's cargo hold, its anti-gravity engine igniting the instant it left the aircraft, stabilizing its posture at a height of fifty meters above the ground.

Each Raptor will deploy two Flying Bears, with the first wave deploying forty vehicles.

Forty Flying Bears lined up in an attack formation at a height of fifty meters above the ground, the roar of their engines causing the rubble on the ground to vibrate.

Another forty Flying Bears.

Three thousand Flying Bear heavy assault motorcycles were dropped onto the surface of Assamolo by the Raptor formation within fifteen minutes.

After dropping the flying bears, the raptors climbed back up to over 10,000 meters and released the last batch of cargo: Eldar jet motorcycles and their cornerstone riders.

The anti-gravity engines of the jet motorcycles ignite, and ten motorcycles in a group, after lining up in the air, dive to the ground.

Nine thousand six hundred jet motorcycles landed in the first round of delivery.

Within half an hour, 100,000 Hurricane motorcycles were deployed in the equatorial war zone of Assamolo.

The scene on the ground resembled a meticulously choreographed dance of death.

The flying bear led the way at low altitude.

Three thousand sixty-ton flying fortresses swept across the battlefield at a height of two hundred meters, with shattering spike missiles being launched continuously from the pylons.

Hitting the Chaos Knight mech is like smashing an egg with a hammer.

The first Chaos Knight was destroyed within forty seconds of the arrival of the Flying Bear Squadron.

The Shattering Spike pierced its ion shield and exploded inside the cockpit.

The fifteen-meter-tall Chaos Knight mech broke off at the knees, its upper body falling to the ground due to inertia, crashing into a group of charging orc infantry.

The chaotic, bloodthirsty Black Raven Titan Legion attempted to fire at the air using its massive turrets.

The raptor formation circled at an altitude of 12,000 meters, firing down from its high position from its twin-mounted heavy laser turrets on its back.

Three laser beams simultaneously struck the Titan's head observation layer, incinerating the operators and fire control system inside.

The blind Titan, like a giant with his eyes covered, wildly swung his weapon, smashing the Chaos infantry around him into a bloody pulp.

The Flying Bear's mission is to decapitate and break through armor, eliminating heavy units and then immediately rising to escape, freeing up ground space.

Because a hurricane has arrived.

One hundred thousand Eldar jet motorcycles surged into the battlefield like a gray storm through the gap created by the Flying Bear formation.

Subsonic speed, low-altitude flight, swarm coordination.

Under the micro-management of swarm intelligence, 100,000 motorcycles formed hundreds of independent tactical units, each with several hundred motorcycles, like sharp scalpels cutting into the gaps in the three-way melee.

The hurricane formation cut in from the flank of the orc army. Hundreds of motorcycles lined up in a single file, skimming the ground at subsonic speeds. The weapon systems on the motorcycles unleashed all their firepower in the fractions of a second that they passed the orc formation.

Hundreds of fire lines simultaneously swept across the ranks of orc infantry, slicing the entire row of green-skinned men flat from the waist up.

Then the hurricane formation pulls up at the end of the queue, turns, re-forms, and cuts in again.

The orc infantry formation was torn to pieces by lines of corpses.

The greens tried to fight back, but the hurricane was too fast. By the time they swung their machetes, the motorcycles had already passed several meters above their heads.

They wanted to retaliate with firearms, but the hurricane formation's course kept changing due to swarm intelligence calculations, never taking the same route twice.

The chaotic infantry fared even worse.

The Hurricane Squadron's tactic against Chaos was to clear the perimeter and isolate the core. Eldar motorcycles used their speed advantage to bypass the Chaos Space Marines' fire, specifically targeting the rogue Astrai infantry behind them.

Without infantry cover, the Chaos Space Marines became an isolated island. Dozens of traitors in power armor stood in a vast wasteland, while all friendly forces within a few hundred meters were flattened by the hurricane.

Then the combat suicide squad appeared.

Static force fields were activated simultaneously at more than a dozen locations on the battlefield.

Gray warriors clad in dark iron power armor poured out of the light barrier in droves, with the elite forces of four battle groups simultaneously entering the battlefield.

Completely destroying everything in its path.

These four words have only ever appeared in Imperial propaganda brochures, used to describe the Space Marines' crushing defeat of mortal armies.

It is now being used by Lawson's combat assassins in their battles against the Chaos Space Marines.

Stripped of their outer cover by the hurricane and the flying bear, the Chaos Traitors now face a group of Gray Reapers who overwhelm them in individual combat skills, surpass them by several orders of magnitude in coordination efficiency, and possess unlimited logistical support.

A Black Legion Terminator confronts three White Tiger Chapter Death Knights amidst the ruins.

The Terminator's Stormblaster unleashed a barrage of bullets, which were blocked entirely by the White Tiger Death Squad's force field shield.

The Terminator drew his power fist in an attempt to engage in close combat. The first assassin blocked his fist with his shield, the second stabbed the Terminator's armor under the armpit joint with his power sword from the side, and the third circled around to the back and aimed his heat gun at the exhaust port on his back.

Similar scenes played out thousands of times simultaneously in the equatorial theater of Assamolo.

Lawson's communications once again resounded across the entire frequency band.

This time, the signal was only directed at the Titanium group.

"The Tau commander of the visionary enclave."

"Final announcement: Withdraw from the battlefield, lay down your weapons, and cooperate with the investigation."