Warhammer: Empire Reboot

A chasm of absolute death, over 600 meters wide, tens of meters deep, and stretching at a rate of several kilometers per second, has been brutally plowed out of the land of Obolus.

At the bottom and edge of the rift valley, there was not a single intact corpse, only a thick layer of foul-smelling, stale flesh that was emitting green steam and acrid smoke.

Inside the safe cabin of the warship.

Deep within Lawson's mind, the system's cold notification sound was like a jammed heavy machine gun, exploding wildly at a frequency that could drive a person to the brink of madness!

[Ding! Killed the orc boy, gained 7 health points!]

[Ding! Killed the orc boy, gained 7 health points!]

[Ding! Killed the special forces kid, gained 15 health points!]

[Ding! Killed the orc Norber, gained 25 health points!]

[Ding! Killed...]

[Ding! Group crushing effect activated! Health points +4500!]

[Ding! Life Points +12000!]

[Ding! Life Points +38000!]

The number of life points on the system panel was frantically increasing at a terrifying rate of tens of thousands per second, and the jumping numbers even became a blurry blur due to the rapid refresh.

Sometimes, reaping too much is also a kind of pain!

"Turn off that damn notification sound! Do you want to shatter my brain?!"

Lawson roared in agony within the swarm network, forcibly using his mind to block out the kill notification that was almost causing him brain death.

The warships glided through the green-skinned formation with unstoppable momentum.

Fifty kilometers...eighty kilometers...one hundred and twenty kilometers!

Although the warship's speed decreases as friction is reduced, its massive mass still gives it unparalleled inertia.

It was like a scorching hot knife cutting into butter, aimed directly at the most heavily guarded rear of the Greenskin army.

Directly in front of the gliding warship, the ultimate land combat weapon, the Ancient Giant Machine, standing over a hundred meters tall, stood at the heart of the battlefield.

The orc warlord Ironbreaker Mograk was standing on the command platform at the highest point of the Ancient Colossus.

Just seconds before, it had raised its massive power claws and unleashed that ultimate battle cry that shook the heavens for miles around, proclaiming the Greenskins' absolute dominance:

“WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!”

The battle cry was so fervent and powerful that tens of thousands of Greenskins within a few kilometers were driven into extreme madness.

However, no sooner had Mograk finished its battle cry than its small eyes, which gleamed with a cruel red light, suddenly widened in surprise.

At the edge of its field of vision, in front of the imperial defense line that it had once considered its for the taking, a massive, overwhelming wave of earth suddenly rose.

Immediately afterwards, a massive steel warship, several times larger than its ancient behemoth, engulfed in flames and covered in green flesh and blood, hurtled toward it with a gliding motion that defied all common sense among orcs, accompanied by a world-destroying storm!

This ship is too big and too fast.

Even Mograk's optic nerves, which were enhanced to the extreme by Waaagh energy, could only capture a huge black afterimage.

It could even clearly see that the bow of the warship, which was originally painted with a huge Waaagh smiley face, had now been rubbed into a red-hot iron, with hundreds of charred orc remains hanging on it.

"Let's mess with Mao Erge..."

For the first time in its long and bloodthirsty life, Mograk's mind, filled with muscles and violence, experienced a state known as "shutdown."

It instinctively opened its gaping maw, full of fangs, as if to express its shock.

"I was thinking..."

Mograk had only uttered three words when he said that.

Boom!!

The Sword-class corvette, with a mass of five million tons, crashed head-on into this colossal machine, which was over a hundred meters tall, at a terrifying speed still exceeding 1.5 times the speed of sound!

If this ancient behemoth is a mountain of steel, then this gliding frigate is a meteorite moving sideways.

There was no suspense, and no evenly matched clash.

At the moment of contact, the ancient giant machine's frontal armor, which was welded from countless pieces of scrap metal from warships and was several meters thick, was torn apart and shattered by the bow of the escort ship, just like a fragile piece of paper!

This ultimate weapon, carrying the faith of the Greenskins, couldn't even stop the frigate for a fraction of a second.

Its massive body, under the terrifying impact of kinetic energy, emitted a soul-shattering metallic wail before being smashed to pieces from the waist up!

Tens of thousands of tons of steel fragments, burning plasma fuel, and tens of thousands of worms inside the giant machine, still frantically stomping on the transmission gears, were instantly blasted into the air thousands of meters high.

As for that high-ranking, arrogant orc warlord Ironbreaker Mograk?

Along with the command platform beneath its feet, constructed from countless skulls, it was struck head-on by the frigate's adamantite armor, as hard as a divine shield, within the mere microsecond of the impact.

This once ferocious beast, which had torn apart Space Marine Dreadnoughts with its bare hands and ruled over millions of troops, was like a mosquito clinging to the windshield of a high-speed train under the absolute physical crushing force of five million tons.

A barely perceptible muffled thud.

Mograk's massive body, clad in oversized power armor, was instantly slapped into a meat patty less than two millimeters thick, a mixture of green flesh and metal fragments, which stuck firmly to the frigate's scorching bow armor. Then, during the subsequent glide, it was completely baked into ashes by the high temperature and scattered in the wind.

He didn't even have time to leave a last word.

After the warship crashed into the giant machine, its speed dropped sharply, but it continued to glide forward due to inertia.

At the same time.

Obolos's Nest, within the ruins of the Cathedral of the Martyrs.

Sister Captain Katrina was gripping the chainsaw sword, which was already somewhat dulled, with both hands, breathing heavily.

Her black power armor was covered with cuts of varying depths, and the shoulder armor on her left arm was even shattered by an orc's Death Spear, with blood slowly flowing down her arm.

Beside her, the twin sisters Sera and Sena were also at their last gasp.

The heavy flamethrower's fuel tank emitted an empty alarm, and Sena's power halberd dimmed, a sign that its energy was about to run out.

The youngest novice nun, Vera, leaned against the altar, her eyes tightly closed, frantically chanting the Emperor's prayers as she awaited death.

Less than fifty meters ahead of them, thousands upon thousands of green-skinned orcs surged forward like a tide.

The suffocating stench and the frenzied battle cries seemed to have already foreshadowed their doom.

"For the Golden Throne!" Katarina roared, preparing for one last, martyr-like charge.

However, at the very moment she took that step...

The orcish roars that should have been deafening outside the church were suddenly drowned out by an extremely eerie, terrifying rumble that seemed to tear the whole world apart!

Immediately afterwards, the earthquake shook so violently that it was impossible for anyone to stand up.

Katarina and the other three nuns were thrown to the ground by the violent tremor.

They looked up in shock, peering through the huge gap in the church door.

Subsequently, these four battle nuns, who were accustomed to life and death and whose faith was as firm as a rock, witnessed the most terrifying and unbelievable scene they had ever seen in their lives.

At the end of the street, less than 300 meters from the church entrance.

A wall.

A black steel wall, tens of meters high, burning with dark red heat, covered with a thick layer of green flesh and entrails, and still moving forward madly!

This metal wall cut across the entire plain surrounding the lower nest with an unstoppable force.

The thousands of green-skinned orcs that had been frantically charging towards the church, trying to tear the nuns to pieces, vanished instantly before this moving wall of steel, without even uttering a scream.

Yes, gone.

It was directly crushed into part of the 600-meter-wide blood and flesh rift on the ground.

The gale-force winds whipped up by the massive steel wall, like a Category 12 hurricane, blasted directly into the ruined church. The wind carried with it scorching heat and the pungent, suffocating smell of roasted green meat, whipping Katarina's fiery red hair straight back and even causing the heavy stone sculptures inside the church to tumble away.

"The Emperor's sacred blood..."

The twin nun Sera blankly put down the flamethrower that had run out of fuel, her cold, sharp eyes losing all focus, and she muttered to herself.

The novice nun Vera was so terrified by the apocalyptic scene that she forgot to recite her prayers, her mouth agape and her whole body trembling as if she had a seizure.

Even the usually cool and composed Sister Katarina was speechless with astonishment.

Her hand, which was gripping the chainsaw sword, twitched unconsciously; her mind was blank.

“That…that’s a starship? A starship…on land?” Katarina felt that all the military training and imperial common sense she had received over the past few decades were crushed by that raging warship at this moment.

...After crushing the giant machine, it glided for dozens of kilometers.

This ferocious five-million-ton kinetic energy weapon finally exhausted its last bit of inertia.

That endless army of green-skinned people and their thick, fleshy bodies did indeed serve as an extremely perfect buffer and brake.

Accompanied by a tooth-grinding metallic creak and a final, violent jolt.

The massive body of the Sword-class frigate suddenly sank downwards, sinking deep into the end of the death chasm that it had plowed out itself, a chasm hundreds of kilometers long and filled with green flesh and blood.

It slowly came to a stop.

Chapter 92 Expanding the Army! Expanding the Army! Expanding the Army!

All around, there was a deathly silence.

Apart from the crackling sound of the grease burning on the warship armor, the entire battlefield, the core area that once housed nearly a million greenskins, was now devoid of any orcs standing.

There was only endless green flesh and the nauseating smell of blood in the air.

Inside the warship.

"Cough cough..."

Inside the safety cabin, emergency lights flashed.

This already battered frigate is now on the verge of disintegration after such a crazy hard landing. Many compartments in the mid-stern section of the ship have been crushed into flattened discs during the landing, with pipes broken and sparks flying everywhere.

As for those little devils in the engine bay who had been squeezed to their limits, there was no doubt that, apart from that little wrench who was tossed into the static field of the [Arsenal] a second before landing to save his life because he had great mechanical repair value to Lawson.

The remaining 3,600-plus fart demons not only died from the engine explosion, but were also violently shaken into a pool of green blood during the impact.

However, for Lawson, the ship's mission had been perfectly accomplished.

"The safety cabin's structural integrity is 81%! The impact protection field successfully absorbed the fatal overload!"