Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The champion roared and raised his chain axe. Zabril caught the axe blade with his shoulder armor, grabbed the opponent's wrist with his left hand, rammed his knee armor into the enemy's abdomen, and then shoved the last shot of his slug gun into the cracked breastplate.

A gunshot rang out, and the cult champion exploded from behind.

After taking down a few more enemies, the slug gun was empty.

Zabrel hooked it back to his side and continued pressing forward.

A horned orc crashed into us with the force of an out-of-control armored vehicle.

Zabril was knocked back three steps, his back slamming against the rock wall. The hydraulic hose in his power armor's right knee finally burst, spraying warm liquid onto the rubble.

He gritted his teeth, and thrust his power sword into the orc's armpit from below, churning it along the gaps in his ribs.

The orc roared, and his cleaver fell.

Zabril tilted his head, his blade slicing into his left shoulder armor. The old plate cracked open, and a piece of armor flew out, revealing the worn black fiber bundles underneath.

He drew his sword with a backhand motion, and the energy field on the blade flickered violently before extinguishing completely.

The power sword has become an ordinary broken blade.

Zabril plunged his broken sword into the orc's eye socket, grabbed the orc's bone horn with his other hand, and twisted the entire skull to the side, breaking it off.

A low horn sounded from below the mountain path.

The Mourning Guard finally moved.

Three grey-black Chaos Astartes walked up the mountain path.

Their power armor was much more intact than Zabril's; their bomb guns were well-maintained; their chain-blade axes were covered in fresh flesh and blood; and the old loyalty insignia scraped off their shoulder armor looked like a scar that would never heal.

Zabril lunged to the side first, and a bomb grazed his helmet and exploded on the rock wall behind him.

He used the impact to roll to his feet and grabbed a chain axe that a cultist had dropped.

The chain axe was too small for Astartes, and the handle was wrapped in human skin, but he didn't care and charged forward.

The bomb hit his abdominal armor.

His outer armor was pierced, and the impact made half of his body numb.

Zabril forcefully steadied himself and crashed into the arms of the first Mourning Guard.

He cleaved the enemy's explosive gun with his chain axe, severing the gun barrel. He then used his helmet to brace against the enemy's faceplate, while his broken sword pierced through the enemy's ribs.

The Chaos Astartes grunted and slammed his knee into Zabril's injured right leg.

Zabril's right leg sank, and he almost knelt down.

He simply abandoned the pose and used his full weight to slam the enemy into the rock wall.

The two power armors collided, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound.

Zabril released the broken sword, grabbed the fragmentation grenade from the enemy's waist, pulled the safety, and stuffed it back into the crack in the enemy's breastplate.

The explosion threw both of them away.

Zabril fell to the ground, and several cracks appeared on the left side of his helmet visor.

The mourning guard lay fallen beneath the rock face, his breastplate shattered, still struggling but unable to stand.

The second member of the Mourning Guard rushed forward, his chain-bladed axe aimed straight at Zabril's head.

Zabril rolled away to avoid it, his axe blade slamming into the ground.

He grabbed a piece of reinforced concrete and smashed it against the enemy's faceplate, causing the fragment to shatter.

Zabril seized the opportunity to grab the chain axe handle, pressed his knee against the opponent's wrist, and forcibly twisted the direction using the power of his damaged power armor.

The chain-blade axe swerved and sliced ​​into the chest of a broken-horned orc that lunged from the side.

The orc screamed in agony.

Zabril pulled the combat dagger from the enemy's waist and plunged it into the Mourning Guard's neck ring.

The first attempt failed to pierce the throat; the second attempt severed the internal tubing; and the third attempt inserted the needle into the throat.

Chaos Astartes reached out and grabbed his breastplate, shoving him against the mountainside.

Zabril's backpack reactor emitted a piercing alarm.

He continued to push the dagger in until the enemy's arm loosened.

The third member of the Mourning Guard did not approach.

He stood a dozen meters away, calmly raised his explosive gun, and aimed it at Zabril's already cracked breastplate.

Zabrel saw the muzzle of the gun.

He also saw that the last group of civilians had not yet evacuated behind the cave entrance.

Marie was dragging a stretcher with two children. The side tunnel leading to Route 2 was blocked by rubble, and the demolition team was clearing it.

He has to hold on a little longer.

Zabril grabbed the chain-bladed axe of the fallen Mourning Guard and charged forward.

The enemy's explosive guns opened fire.

Zabril dodged to the side at the last moment, the explosive grenade shattered half of his visor, the alarm inside his helmet went out of control, and his left eye vision was completely lost.

He rushed towards the enemy.

The third member of the Mourning Guard was very steady and clearly in much better condition than him. After a brief struggle, Zabril's injured right knee collapsed first.

The enemy seized the opportunity and kicked him in the chest.

Zabril crashed back into the rocks, and his chain-blade axe fell to the ground.

Without uttering a word, the mourning guard raised his gun, ready to fire a follow-up shot.

Suddenly, a beam of light shot out from the direction of the cave entrance.

The Melting Cutter, which had just been dragged away by the resistance, struck the Mourning Guard's shoulder, burning through a layer of their armor.

The operator was the deserter from the defense force. He was thrown over by the recoil, his palms burned, but he still shouted, "Sir! Get down!"

Zabril lunged at the ground.

The blast point above the cave entrance was detonated, causing the entire rock stratum to collapse, with rubble and steel bars crashing into the mountain path.

The third Mourning Guard was forced to retreat, and the cultists and Broken Horned Orcs were partially separated by the collapse.

This is their only chance.

Zabril stood up, picked up the chain-blade axe that had fallen to the ground, and shouted back at the cave entrance, "Go!"

Marie supported the last wounded soldier, her eyes red and swollen.

"What about you?"

"Excuting an order!"

She gritted her teeth, pushed the wounded man to the person next to her, and turned to crawl into the side tunnel.

Zabril turned around.

The landslide won't last long.

The Broken Horned Orcs had begun moving the rubble, the Cultists circled around the side slope, and the Mourning Guard searched for firing angles along the higher rock ridges.

The orc's shoulder horn pierced the crack in his breastplate, sending Zabril flying and crashing through a minecart panel.

The chain-blade axe slipped from his hand and rolled into the pile of rubble.

A red warning light was visible inside the helmet.

The horned orc approached with heavy steps, its machete dragging on the ground.

Behind him, cultists surged up from both sides of the landslide, and a third member of the Mourning Guard crossed the rock ridge and stood on high up watching him.

Zabril reached out to touch his waist.

The phosphorus bombs are still there.

He can detonate it now.

Burn down the cave entrance, burn down these enemies, and burn down yourselves.

However, the side tunnel is too close to here, and the smoke and fire might catch up with the evacuating team.

Those ordinary people hadn't gone far, and the children and the wounded couldn't run fast either.

His hand stopped on the phosphorescent bomb, then he let go.

The horned orc raised his cleaver.

Looking at the crude weapon, Zabril suddenly felt that his past ten thousand years had been utterly absurd.

From Caliban to Kamas, from the Emperor's legions to the hunted fallen angels, from the Great Crusade to this mad era that worshipped the Emperor as a god.

He fled for a long time and hid for a long time, but in the end, on a forgotten mining planet, he blocked the entrance to a cave for a group of people whose names might not even be recorded.

This ending is not dignified.

But he doesn't regret it...

Just as he was about to die, a gunshot rang out.

The orc's arm was deflected by the laser beam, and his cleaver grazed Zabril's helmet before falling and embedding itself in the ground.

More firepower came from the side tunnel, and several cultists in the front row fell, while the orcs were also riddled with charred wounds.

Zabril turned his head.

The evacuated civilians have returned.

Marie stood at the front, carrying the melting and cutting gun on her shoulder, one sleeve burned through.

The deserters of the defense force carried guns, the miners carried explosive packs and daggers, and two children lay behind rocks, handing stolen magazines to the shooter one by one.

They were terrified.

Zabrel could tell.

But they still came back.

"idiot!"