Warhammer: Empire Reboot

They made it halfway.

Hundreds of dark red dots lit up simultaneously in the shadows on both sides of the stone wall.

Hundreds of combat suicide soldiers stood on both sides of the top of the stone wall, looking down at the Slaanesh warriors crowded in the narrow passage.

Leathers turned around abruptly.

The entrance to the canyon has been blocked by force field tower shields.

More combat suicide soldiers are advancing in formation from the entrance, and the shield wall completely blocks their retreat.

Pocket formation!!

Four hundred Slaanesh warriors were led into a perfect death tunnel, sealed off at both ends, with high ground on both sides, leaving not even enough space to crouch down.

Leathers' blood rushed to his head.

He turned to look at Ash and Qianxian, who were walking at the back of the group.

Ash still had a warm smile on her face.

Qianxian went even further.

She walked up to the amputee soldier whose pain she had personally relieved, knelt down, and gently stroked the stump of his limb with her fingers—the same gesture, the same tenderness, as she had done ten minutes earlier.

Qianxian watched as the cracks on his face spread, and his purple pupils slowly turned into a heart shape.

She gently wiped away a tear that had seeped from the corner of his eye.

"You cried." Qianxian's voice was still so gentle: "It's so beautiful."

The one-armed warrior finally understood.

He let out a hoarse scream.

Ash closed her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips, and took a deep breath.

It's like standing in an orchard after autumn, smelling the aroma of trees laden with ripe fruit.

The two Slaanesh demons stood silently for three seconds amidst the despair of four hundred fellow believers.

Then the combatants on both sides of the stone wall opened fire.

The barrage of bullets rained down from a height of over ten meters, forming an inescapable wall of death in the narrow passage.

The Noise Marines' power armor was riddled with holes by the crossfire, and the Slaanesh demons screamed as they turned to ashes under the burning heat of the Imperial Gold Flameheads.

Leathers frantically brandished his noise weapon amidst the hail of bullets; the sonic booms bounced off the narrow passage, shattering several stone walls, but had no effect on the combat suicide soldiers atop the walls.

The last thing he saw was Qianxian crouching behind the shield wall, staring at him through the three-centimeter gap between the tower shields with her heart-shaped purple eyes.

She mouthed something to him.

Thank you for your hospitality.

Three minutes later, the narrow passage fell silent.

Qianxian stood up from behind the shield wall, tiptoeing to avoid the blood on the ground.

She knelt down beside Lethus's body, pulled a Slaanesh six-pointed star badge from his breastplate, twirled it between her fingers, and then pinned it to her belt.

It's like commemorating a good meal.

The two great demons exchanged a glance, then turned around simultaneously and followed the main force that was advancing towards the Great Star Platform.

With light steps and a contented heart.

The Foresight Commander's faction displayed entirely different qualities amidst this chaos.

Oshowa truly deserves its reputation as a three-hundred-year-old war legend.

The instant that Lawson's forces extended their attack range to the Tau, Oshowar issued an extremely precise set of defensive instructions.

He divided the remaining armored troops into three echelons.

The first echelon consists of a long-range fire barrier composed of 800 Crisis Armored Battlesuits, which use plasma rifles and missile launchers to intercept and fire at the Hurricane formation at a distance of 2,000 meters.

The second echelon consists of 300 Tidal Armor and heavy firepower platforms, specifically designed to set up a crossfire network against Flying Bear's low-altitude attack line.

The third echelon consists of O'Showa's guards, 120 heavily modified Crisis Armor elites, serving as a reserve force to fill any gaps at any time.

The firepower of the TII group is indeed fierce.

The accuracy of plasma rifles and missiles far surpasses that of similar Imperial weapons.

In the first impact, dozens of Hurricane motorcycles were hit by plasma projectiles. The high-temperature plasma penetrated the Eldar motorcycles' light armor, melting the riders and vehicles together into a twisted mass of metal and organic debris.

The synergy of the Tau armor is also exceptional.

The Crisis Armored Battlesuits fire in formations of three, with all three armored units simultaneously locking onto the same target, and the error at the point of fire convergence is controlled to the centimeter level.

This level of precision renders high-speed evasion of hurricanes ineffective to some extent; even if a motorcycle dodges the first hurricane, the second and third hurricanes will block its predicted flight path.

O'Showa demonstrated his 300-year-old art of command on a tactical level.

He ordered the fire echelons to fire alternately, and after each salvo, they immediately used jet engines to jump and move to a different position to avoid being locked on from high altitude by the raptor formation.

The Tide Armor deployed electromagnetic interference mines between positions, causing the Flying Bear's sensors to experience brief signal drift when approaching at low altitude.

He even used the ancient statues on the surface of Assamolo as natural cover, hiding his armored troops in the shadows of the statues dozens of meters high, only exposing them to fire when they were fired.

In the first twenty minutes, the Tau's defenses actually held.

The advance of the hurricane formation was slowed down.

Flying Bear's decapitation strike was suppressed by the Tide Armor's crossfire net at a distance of more than two thousand meters.

The raptor formation circled high in the sky, but the Tau's positions were scattered among the statues, making them difficult to pinpoint precisely from an altitude of 12,000 meters.

However, Lawson's system has a core advantage that the Tau group cannot counter.

Fifty vehicles were destroyed by the hurricane, and fifty more arrived from the stasis field thirty seconds later.

One of the Flying Bears was damaged and was withdrawn for repairs, while another was brought in from the reserve.

The Raptor ran out of ammunition, but returned fully loaded a minute later.

However, the ammunition of the TII group is limited.

The plasma rifle's energy core gradually depletes during continuous firing.

The missile rack has dwindled in ammunition as it is fired.

The Tide Armor's heavy firepower platform was forced to reduce its rate of fire due to heat dissipation issues.

Thirty minutes later, two hundred of the eight hundred Crisis Armored Warframes in the first echelon were forced to retreat due to running out of ammunition.

Forty minutes later, the Hurricane Squadron finally broke through the range of the plasma fire barrier and penetrated into the interior of the Tau territory.

Once you get close, the disadvantages of the titanium group become obvious.

The Tau have the weakest melee combat abilities of all the major civilizations in the galaxy.

The design philosophy of the armor is to deliver precision strikes from a distance; close-quarters combat has never been considered in the design parameters.

When the Hurricane Motorcycle sped through the gaps in the armored formation at subsonic speed, riddling the armored units on both sides with its onboard weapons, the Tau pilots didn't even have time to react.

O'Showa watched as the defensive perimeter on the tactical holographic projection gradually shrank, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Chaos has been almost completely eliminated.

The Devourers were all wiped out, the Thousand Sons were all wiped out, the Slaanesh Warband was all wiped out, the Midnight Lord escaped in an escape pod ten minutes after the battle began, and the Word Bearers were trapped in a temple by the Red Dragon Warband and burned alive with molten weapons.

The remnants of the Black Legion, having lost the Ark, have suffered a morale collapse and are being annihilated by the combined forces of the White Tiger and Yazi chapters.

Even the orcs couldn't hold on any longer.

All three warlords were blown to pieces by Flying Bear's Shattering Nail missiles.

The Greenskins army, now leaderless, instantly descended into chaos; with their leader dead, the chain of command shattered on the spot.

The Greenskins lost their unified direction of attack and began to act on instinct.

Some continued charging towards the nearest enemy, some turned around and fought with their own kind over "who will be the new leader," and some simply squatted in place, holding their machetes and waiting for someone to tell them where to chop.

The hurricane formations won't give them time to re-elect a leader.

One hundred thousand jet motorcycles cut into the chaotic orcish horde at subsonic speeds, slicing the disorganized greenskin army into dozens of isolated pockets like butter.

The orcs in each pocket were still fighting each other when the second wave of the hurricane swept across from another direction, cutting the pockets into even smaller pieces.

The more fragmented the greenskin is, the fewer strong individuals can emerge from the individual fragments to compete for the leader's position, and the longer the chaos will last.

Only the titanium group remains.

O'Shovar made a decision he swore he would never make three hundred years ago.

He turned and walked toward the flagship's teleportation platform.

"Commander?" Karen caught up.

"All armored units retreat towards the Great Star Platform," O'Shova's voice was deep.

Karen's expression changed: "Commander, didn't you say that the area near the Great Star Observatory..."

“I know what I said,” O’Shovar interrupted him, twirling the Dawnblade halfway through his hand. “But we have no other choice.”

He stepped onto the teleportation platform, transforming into a beam of light that shot towards the surface of Asathmorro.

Oshowa landed on the edge of the Great Star Platform, followed closely by several generals.

This ancient ruin is a giant circular platform, more than two kilometers in diameter, covered with dense, unknown runes.

At the center of the platform stands a 20-meter-high arched structure, with two twisted stone pillars supporting an arched stone beam, which is covered with patterns that are even more ancient than runes.

The inside of the archway was pitch black.

Oshova found the Blade of Dawn in this temple three hundred years ago.

He also saw what was behind the archway from here.

The Titans call it the Moro Beast.

They are actually demons from the warp.

The archway is a subdimensional portal, sealed away by an ancient civilization using some kind of technology for countless millennia.

The seal was partially disturbed during Oshowa's expedition three hundred years ago, and the leaked power killed two-thirds of his expedition team.