Warhammer: Empire Reboot

On the bridge of the Dawn Shield, O'Shova closed his eyes.

Under investigation?

To the Empire, the Tau were heretics.

Laying down one's weapons and accepting an investigation is tantamount to surrendering.

What were the results of the "investigation" after the surrender? Trials, executions, and the incorporation of nine billion Tau people into the servant conversion process—Oshova had seen far too many ways the Empire treated prisoners of other races.

"reject."

Karen and Morakot nodded at the same time.

However, the youngest of the eight generals, Rift Savile, made a different choice.

The custom-designed Crisis Armor piloted by Saville is the most advanced individual combat platform in the Vision Enclave.

His tactical style was aggressive and decisive, and he repeatedly achieved great feats in the battles against the orcs.

The Imperial humans arrived on the territory of the Visionary Enclave, wiped out the enemy they had been struggling with for two months in twenty minutes, and then demanded their surrender.

Saville charged out of the position in his armored vehicle and opened fire on the nearest Imperial combat suicide soldiers with his plasma rifle.

The plasma projectile struck the force field shield of a White Tiger assassin and was deflected.

The White Tiger assassin turned his head and glanced in the direction of the attack.

Saville's Crisis Armor was rapidly approaching.

The three-meter-tall armored vehicle flew at extremely high speed close to the ground, propelled by a jet engine, while its plasma rifles fired continuously, unleashing a string of blue-white light bullets.

At the same time, a static force field was activated directly in front of Savile's flight path.

A combat suicide soldier stepped out from the light screen.

Saville's plasma projectile hurtled straight toward the assassin's face.

The assassin stepped to the side, and a plasma bullet flew past the edge of his helmet, scorching a small patch of paint.

The next second, the assassin disappeared from Saville's sight.

The assassin completed the three actions of accelerating, closing in, and drawing his sword in 0.3 seconds.

His power sword sliced ​​in from below, cutting a millimeter-precise line upwards along the left leg joint of the Crisis Armor.

The armor's joint servo was severed by a single sword strike, and the left leg instantly lost its support.

The moment Saville's armor lost its balance, it urgently activated its jet engines in an attempt to gain altitude.

The assassin's left hand had already gripped the right arm joint of the armor.

With a tug, his right arm was torn off at the shoulder joint.

The armor, having lost its arms, weapons, and a leg, tumbled twice in mid-air before crashing to the ground.

The assassin stepped onto the breastplate of the armor.

A sword pierced through.

One of the Eight Visionaries has been lost.

Lawson's voice rang out again.

"They don't know how to be polite."

"Let's fight together, TIOUS."

(Foresight Commander)

P.S.: 1.5 words updated today.

Chapter 233 Negotiation? I only accept unconditional surrender.

The equatorial war zone of Assamolo has become the most crowded slaughterhouse in the galaxy.

Four forces were tearing each other apart on a dark red desert.

The ruins of ancient temples and toppled giant statues are scattered throughout, like a stage set up in advance by a dead civilization for this massacre.

The various warbands of Chaos have completely lost control after losing the Demon Prince.

The Devourer Gang reacted the most wildly.

For them, the death of the Demon Prince meant that Khorne's blood was not enough; they would make the entire planet bleed.

Three thousand Devourer Berserkers discarded all ranged weapons, drew their chainsaws and power axes, and charged bare-chested toward the nearest enemy, which happened to be Lawson's White Tiger Legion.

The scene was extremely bloody.

The Devourer's charge was like a burning red wall, with each berserker spewing bloody saliva and their eyes bloodshot to the point of bursting.

Khorne's blessing caused their bodies to swell in a frenzy, their bones cracking and reforming, and their sense of pain was completely blocked.

They didn't flinch or dodge, they didn't fall even when hit by grenades, and even when an arm was blown off, they continued to wield their chainsaw swords with the remaining hand.

The White Tiger Legion's shield wall met the attack.

The three thousand Devourer Berserkers were wiped out within forty minutes.

Casualties of the White Tiger Legion: Seven slightly wounded, zero killed.

Chiko's reaction was completely opposite.

When news of Ugalax's death spread across the battlefield, the Wizard Lord of the Thousand Sons made an extremely pragmatic decision: run.

Whether they find the fragments or not is none of their business; that's Vashtor and Abaddon's.

Qianzi came to Assamolo purely to study ancient ruins.

The ruins remain, but you only have one life.

The wizard lord ordered a full retreat and simultaneously deployed a large-scale psionic teleportation array to prepare for a direct jump back into the warp.

The teleportation array was only half-drawn when thirty psionic warriors emerged from the shadows of the ruins.

An endogenous cold psionic barrier closed around the Thousand Wizards.

The subspace connection was physically severed.

The runes of the teleportation array were extinguished one by one under the suppression of the psionic barrier, like neon lights being unplugged.

The Thousand Sons Wizard Lord attempted to forcefully penetrate the barrier using the power granted by Tzeentch, employing time reversal, space folding, and probability manipulation.

Every form of witchcraft is disintegrated into harmless physical fluctuations the moment it touches an endogenous psionic field.

Thirty psionic assassins did only one thing: impose a blockade.

Then the Crimson Dragon Legion that followed used molten metal weapons and plasma guns to burn the Red Letter warriors of the Thousand Sons to ashes one by one.

After realizing he couldn't even teleport, the wizard lord made a final stand, using Tzeentch's power to transform his physical body into a surging mass of mutated energy, attempting to escape in a non-physical form.

A shadow blade flew in from two hundred kilometers away and precisely pierced the core of the energy body.

The Imperial Golden Flame exploded within the wizard lord's warp origins, burning him completely from the inside out.

The Thousand Sons War Gang was completely wiped out.

The Slaanesh faction's warbands suffered an even more bizarre fate.

The Blade of Beauty Battle Clan.

Four hundred members of the Noise Squad and a group of Slaanesh demons were cut off and surrounded from three sides by the Hurricane Squad during the melee, leaving only a narrow canyon passage in the southwest that passed through the overturned statues relatively unobstructed.

After assessing the situation, Lord Slaanesh, the Slaanesh, ordered a full retreat from the canyon.

Less than two minutes after the retreat began, two figures appeared at the end of the canyon.

A woman in a long black dress walked with a composed gait. Another woman, barefoot in purple gauze, smiled radiantly.

Ash and Qianxian stood at the exit of the canyon, facing four hundred Slaanesh cultists rushing towards them.

Leathers immediately recognized the two Warp entities at the Guardian level.

His first reaction was ecstasy. A high-ranking demon from his own faction had appeared at a crucial moment; this was Slaanesh's favor.

"Guardian of Secrets!" Lethus charged toward them, "Thanks to Slaanesh for his grace! The Imperial army..."

"I know."

Ash smiled gently. "Come with us. We know a safe way."

She turned and walked into a group of statue ruins outside the canyon exit.

Qianxian waved from the side, her purple eyes curving into crescents: "Hurry, hurry, the Empire's motorcycles are catching up."

Four hundred Slaanesh warriors followed two Keepers into the ruins.

This area is a group of collapsed ancient temples, with giant stone pillars and statues piled up to form a natural labyrinth.

The narrow passages and numerous side roads prevented the high-speed advantage of the Hurricane motorcycle from being fully utilized.

A perfect hiding place.

Ash led the way with light steps, while Qianxian walked on the side of the group, occasionally relieving the pain of the injured Noise Marine.

Her fingers traced the severed limb of a warrior who had lost half an arm; warm Slaanesh energy flowed into the wound, and the pain vanished instantly.

"Don't be afraid," Qianxian said gently, like a mother soothing a child to sleep. "We'll take you out of here."

Tears welled up in the eyes of the one-armed soldier.

On the hellish plains of Arthasmore, in a desolate place crushed by the Empire's killing gods, two Slaanesh messengers appeared.

They are warm, considerate, and caring, like a candle suddenly lit in the darkness.

Ash led the team through three forks in the road and into a narrow passage with stone walls on both sides that were more than ten meters high.

The narrow passage was very long, estimated to be over 300 meters, and at the end, one could vaguely see the light of an open area.

“It’ll be safe once we get out.” Ash pointed to the light at the end.

Leathers took the lead and accelerated.

Four hundred people formed a long line in the narrow passage and rushed toward the light.