Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Captain! The cover on the left flank is about to give way! We've used up more than half of our ammunition!"

To Katarina's left are a striking pair of twin battle nuns, Sera and Sena.

They have the same dazzling blonde hair and aloof, beautiful faces.

Their fighting style is extremely unique; the two stand back to back, like a sophisticated dual-core killing machine.

Sera used a high-powered heavy flamethrower, and a blazing fire dragon more than ten meters long shot out, turning the dozen orc boys who rushed into the church gate into burning fireballs. The greenskins' greasy bodies crackled and popped under the high temperature.

In the firelight, Sena used a long-handled power halberd to precisely behead the charred green-skinned creatures that tried to cross the inferno.

"We must hold on, even if we can't hold on! Behind us lies the pure finger bone left by the saint! Even if we bleed to death, even if this power armor becomes our steel coffin, we will never allow these filthy heretics and aliens to set foot on the altar!"

As Katarina gave the orders, she cruelly sawed open the chest of a green-skinned Norbert with her chainsaw sword. Warm green blood splattered on her face, making her cold and fierce appearance even more ferocious and terrifying.

At the very back of the altar, responsible for providing cover and loading ammunition, was Vera, the youngest novice nun in the squad.

She had smooth, short, black hair that reached her ears, and her innocent face was now covered in black gunpowder and tear stains.

Her slightly oversized novice nun's robe was stained with mud and water, and her hands, holding the spare ammunition magazine, were trembling incessantly.

Looking at the green tide that almost filled the entire street outside, and listening to the nauseatingly evil whispers of the cultists, Vera's psychological defenses were undergoing an extremely terrible impact.

She was, after all, just a young girl who had just graduated from seminary, facing the despairing reality of the Warhammer universe for the first time.

"team leader……"

As Vera tossed the fully loaded magazine to Sera in front of her, she asked, "Will there be reinforcements? Will the Governor of the Spire District receive our distress signal? Will he send someone to rescue us? Or the Imperial fleet in the Star Sea..."

Upon hearing this weak question, Katarina, who was firing a burst of fire with her slingshot, abruptly stopped.

She turned around, her lioness-like eyes fixed on Vera.

"Tears are a desecration of water, novice nun. On this battlefield, the emperor accepts only blood as currency."

"Crush your unrealistic fantasies completely!"

Katarina strode up to Vera, grabbed her by the collar of her robe, and lifted her up: "Don't count on that stupid pig governor Cassius, whose brain is filled only with fat and greed! If he had even a shred of courage to sacrifice for the empire, Xiachao wouldn't have fallen so quickly!"

"And don't count on the Imperial reinforcements from the stars!"

Katarina shoved Vera back next to the ammunition box, then turned to look at the thick, dark purple clouds in the sky that looked eerily strange even in daylight: "This damned little star system is completely engulfed by the warp storm! The Star Speakers' voices can't get out, and the Navigators' vision can't penetrate it! This is the Dark Side of the Empire! Nobody will come here!"

"No reinforcements, no miracles, and no retreat!"

Katarina raised her chainsaw, now stained with bits of flesh, again, pointing it at the green-skinned orcs gathering outside the gate, preparing for the next massive charge. Her fiery red hair danced wildly in the smoke, making her look like a holy warrior about to be martyred.

"Remember our order's name! We are martyrs! Our duty is not to live here, but to ignite this darkness of despair with our faith! Let those heretics understand in our wrath that the emperor's daughter would rather stand and turn to ashes than kneel and beg for mercy!"

"Prepare for battle! For the throne!"

"For the throne!" the twins Sera and Sena roared in unison, and the heavy flamethrowers ignited once more.

Vera wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and bit her lip until it bled.

Despair at its extreme leads to madness. Trembling, she picked up an old-fashioned bomb gun that was longer than her arm and pointed the muzzle at the door.

Just as the nuns were preparing for the final and most glorious battle of their lives, the earth began to tremble violently.

This tremor wasn't caused by a few thousand green-skinned assault troops; it was a terrifying earthquake that felt as if the very earth's crust was being crushed.

At the end of the street outside the church gate, the green-skinned orcs' formation suddenly parted to both sides, like the Red Sea parted by Moses.

Amidst the deafening roar of machinery and the billowing black smoke from the crude engine, a colossal creature slowly revealed its despair-inducing form.

The nuns couldn't see its full form, as most of the steel behemoth's body was hidden among the upper buildings of the hive city. They could only see its two thick, steel pillar-like mechanical legs, each step crushing an entire lower hive residential building, the ground trembling violently as if swept by earthquake waves.

It was a giant green machine.

At a higher vantage point, if someone could pierce through the poisonous clouds and look upwards, they would be able to see the entirety of that ancient behemoth.

Standing over a hundred meters tall, its bulky and enormous form is a crude patchwork of countless warship wrecks, reinforced concrete from city ruins, and large-caliber cannons.

It is not only a mobile super fortress, but also a physical embodiment of Mao Zedong in the Greenskin faith!

The ultimate land weapon of the green-skinned warriors, the Colossus!

Standing on the massive command platform at the very top of this ancient behemoth is the supreme ruler of all the orcs on this planet, the orc warlord "Ironbreaker" Mograk!

It is over four meters tall and wears an extremely thick, oversized power armor that constantly emits violent electric sparks.

Its enormous right hand is equipped not only with a massive power claw capable of easily crushing Space Marine power armor, but also with a twin-barreled heavy bomb cannon welded on.

Chapter 91 Violent Crushing, The Man Piloting a Starship on the Ground

Mograk's tiny, beady green eyes, burning with a bloodthirsty red light, looked down at the ant-like Imperial City below, and at the human defenses that were still putting up a futile resistance.

It sensed the Waaagh energy in the surrounding air, so intense it was almost tangible!

This is a field of pure violence created by millions of orcs gathered together!

“WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!”

Mograk suddenly raised its massive power claws, pointing them straight to the sky, and let out an extremely violent and deafening ultimate battle roar that was enough to shatter the clouds!

This is not just a roar, it is an order, an irresistible charge from the depths of the green skin's genes!

As the battle cry subsided, the earth erupted in jubilation.

Nearly a million orcs roared as they launched their final assault on PDF's defenses!

In the insane universe of Warhammer 40K, the power of weapons is often measured by the temperature of plasma, the amount of propellant in macro cannon shells, or the penetrating power of warp lances.

However, people often overlook one of the oldest and most fundamental forms of destruction in the universe: physical kinetic energy.

When an object has a mass of millions of tons and moves across the Earth's surface at supersonic speeds, the kinetic energy it carries surpasses that of any conventional chemical explosion, becoming a natural disaster second only to the wrath of the gods.

At this moment, this natural disaster is taking shape in the sky above the planet Obulus.

"Altitude has dropped to 30,000 meters! Atmospheric friction is extremely intense, and the temperature of the ship's hull has exceeded 4,000 degrees Celsius!"

"The right-side attitude control engine has completely overloaded and melted! We have lost our last ability to change course!"

"Warship angle lock! Current ground entry angle... three degrees!"

Inside the ship's safe room, which was pitch black except for the flickering crimson emergency lights, the assassin responsible for monitoring sensor data reported deadly data that would make any Imperial captain wet his pants on the spot.

Lawson was strapped tightly to the heavy-duty cushioned seat, and the Tiger King power armor he wore, which had been enhanced with living metal to the extreme, was running wildly, with the servo motors emitting a whine of unbearable strain.

Even with the dual protection of the warship's internal anti-collision field and power armor, the terrifying overload force that was squeezing in from all directions still made Lawson feel as if his internal organs were about to be crushed.

But his eyes, hidden beneath the tiger-striped helmet, shone as brightly as a star undergoing nuclear fusion.

A three-degree chamfer!

This is an absolutely perfect, insanely crazy set of data!

This means that this steel behemoth, which is 1.6 kilometers long, weighs 500 million tons, and has expanded to more than 600 meters at its widest point after being recklessly welded and modified by the Green-skinned Big Tech Boss, will not be driven straight into the earth's crust like a nail and completely crushed.

It will be like a flat stone weighing five million tons that has been hurled by a giant onto the water, flying at a terrifyingly close distance across this vast plain crowded with millions of green-skinned orcs, making an unprecedented gliding landing!

"All personnel, prepare for the impact."

"The train to hell is about to arrive at its destination."

Outside, on the battlefield of the Lower Nest on Planet Obolos, the green-skinned orcs who were frantically slaughtering the Imperial Guard suddenly sensed something amiss.

The sky darkened.

It wasn't because the perpetually thick poisonous clouds had grown thicker, but because a sun had appeared overhead.

A second sun, burning with blinding red light, leaving a black trail tens of kilometers long, and emitting a terrifying sonic boom that tears the sky apart!

"What is that thing?"

An orc boy, who was stepping on a PDF soldier, looked up in confusion. Its underdeveloped brain couldn't even comprehend the image transmitted through its retina.

next second.

boom!!!

That was the deafening roar of a five-million-ton composite ship of refined gold and ceramic steel cutting into the Earth's surface at a terrifying speed of more than three times the speed of sound, creating a physical explosion powerful enough to shatter human eardrums!

The impact point was located approximately 200 kilometers in front of the outer defense line of the Nest City.

The instant the warship's smooth bow touched the ground, the terrifying kinetic energy directly compressed the air in front of it to an extreme degree, forming a visible, high-pressure, white, semi-circular wall of air.

This wall of air was like an invisible giant blade wielded by a god, sweeping out with overwhelming force before the warship itself even arrived!

The approximately 30,000 green-skinned orcs, hundreds of dilapidated armored trucks, and even a dozen heavily armored tin can mechs that were blocking the impact point could not even put up a resistance for a microsecond in front of this supersonic high-pressure air wall.

Bang bang bang bang!

Amid a series of chilling thuds, the tall, strong green-skinned orcs were like ripe tomatoes being smashed by a massive hammer, their skin, muscles, and bones instantly crushed by the terrifying pressure.

The blood didn't even have time to spray before it was vaporized into a sky full of green steam under extreme pressure and the following high temperature!

Then, true destruction came.

The warship's bottom armor, like the sharpest plowshare in the world, forcefully cleaved through the hard rocky crust of the planet Obulus.

Tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of tons of soil, rocks, and metal debris from the ruins of the Nest City were thrown high into the air, forming a towering wave of earth hundreds of meters high!

Warships, begin gliding!

The massive hull, 600 meters wide, resembled an incredibly broad, red-hot doomsday iron, plunging headlong into the boundless green ocean with unstoppable force.

No one could hear the orcs' screams.

Because under the absolute crushing force of five million tons, screams simply cannot propagate through the gliding sonic boom that exceeds three times the speed of sound.

Those fearless green-skinned orcs, who were like demons before the Imperial defenses, were now as vulnerable as ants on the ground.

When the massive, mountain-like shadow of the bow loomed over them, they didn't even have time to raise their crude machetes.

*Pfft, crack, boom!*

Wherever the warship passed, whether it was an ordinary orc boy, a strong Norber, or those armored vehicles that the Great Techies were so proud of, they were all crushed into the smallest physical fragments.

This can no longer be called a massacre; it is a pure, physical erasure.

The frictional heat from the ship's hull, reaching thousands of degrees Celsius, caused the crushed green flesh to boil instantly.

Countless green blood, fragments of internal organs, broken white bone fragments, and shattered armor parts mingled together, forming a strange, lubricated layer beneath the warship's flank, filled with the stench of burning and blood.

This carpet of flesh and blood, made up of hundreds of thousands of green-skinned monsters, actually reduced the direct friction between the warship and the earth's crust to some extent, making the steel behemoth glide more smoothly and more deadly!