Warhammer: Empire Reboot

They are the sharpest edges of Lawson's dagger.

Forty-five elite soldiers clad in white tiger power armor, led by Lawson's even larger Tiger King armor, charged straight into the densest and most fiercely resisted part of the greenskin formation.

"At six o'clock ahead, 1200 meters away, the remnants of the Orc warlord's direct guard have been spotted. Forty-two special forces Norberts, equipped with heavy power axes!" The precise reconnaissance coordinates came through the swarm network.

"White Tiger Formation, diamond assault formation. Crush them!"

The engines behind the forty-six power armors simultaneously unleashed dazzling blue plasma tail flames!

boom!

Their heavy steel boots shattered the ground, and at a speed exceeding eighty kilometers per hour, they transformed into a white torrent of steel, crashing into the group of fully armed special forces Norberts.

Bang bang bang!

The dull sounds of flesh colliding and steel twisting mingled together.

Even the orc Norber, as strong as a miniature tank, is at a significant disadvantage in terms of strength against the dead men wearing living metal power armor.

Jia grabbed a power axe that Norbert was swinging at him with his left hand. His living metal instantly hardened, and he withstood the blow that was powerful enough to split an armored vehicle in two.

Then he pressed the massive, oversized bomb pistol in his right hand against Norber's chin and pulled the trigger.

Bang! Norber's enormous head exploded instantly, like a watermelon stuffed with dynamite.

Lawson moved with unparalleled ease, his master-level power sword leaving afterimages in the air. With each swing, a high-ranking green-skinned creature was cleaved in two.

His left arm guard, made of living metal, would occasionally transform into a deadly whip or a giant shield, delivering a fatal blow to the enemy from the most unbelievable angles.

The White Tiger team is invincible!

They executed Lawson's orders meticulously, like a call to arms by Death, carrying out surgical precision strikes in the vast sea of ​​green-skinned creatures.

Wherever the orc leader is gathering his remaining forces, the White Tiger Squad's heavy bombs will rain down from the sky.

Wherever the mighty Norbers tried to break through the Death Squad's lines, there they were, the chainsaws of the power armor tearing them to shreds.

Having lost the warlord Mograk, and further lost a large number of lower-ranking leaders and bosses due to the White Tiger Squad's precise decapitation tactics.

This army of millions of greenskins, which was originally capable of destroying the entire planet Obulus, finally fell into the most primitive weakness in their genes: complete chaos and collapse after losing command!

at this time.

On the Xiachao defense line, dozens of kilometers away from the crash site.

The Planetary Defense Force (PDF) soldiers who had closed their eyes and awaited death, their defenses completely torn apart, and the civilians who were desperately praying from the ruins.

They opened their eyes in shock.

They saw that the green-skinned orcs, who had been frantically slaughtering their comrades, suddenly stopped. These green monsters turned around and looked behind them.

There, a terrifying chasm of death, carved out by a wrecked warship, was clearly visible.

At the edge of the rift, a massive human army, clad in black bulletproof armor and wielding chainsaw swords, moved with chilling precision, slaughtering the Greenskins' rear with terrifying efficiency, like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves!

At the very front of that black army were forty-six towering steel giants, as tall as gods, clad in heavy white tiger-striped armor!

The giants brandished their greatswords and unleashed a furious barrage of fire, felling hordes of the once-invincible orcs.

An old soldier stared blankly at the steel figure in the distance that had cleaved an orc Norber in two with a single sword stroke, and the laser gun in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Hot tears suddenly welled up in his cloudy eyes, and his body trembled violently.

It wasn't just him; more and more surviving PDF soldiers and civilians trapped in the ruins were also affected.

As they watched the invincible legion move through the enemy ranks as if they were nothing, rescuing them from dire straits, the ancient legend that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years in the imperial state religion and deeply rooted in the genes of every human being came to mind.

A towering figure, heavy armor, invincible strength, and ruthless killing of aliens.

It's unclear who shouted first, but that shout spread like wildfire, instantly igniting the entire Xiachao battlefield!

"It's an angel!"

"It's the Emperor's angel of death!"

Countless wounded soldiers knelt in the muddy, bloody water, their desperate faces radiating extreme fanaticism and the ecstatic joy of escaping death. With the last ounce of strength in their chests, they let out a hysterical roar towards the heavens:

"The Emperor's Death Angel has arrived! We are saved!"

"The Holy Emperor has heard our prayers! The Emperor has not abandoned us! Long live the Empire!"

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Chapter 93 The Battle Nun and I are a perfect match!

Under the sky.

A stunning reversal is unfolding.

While the green-skinned orcs possess the most terrifying reproductive capacity and warlike genes in the entire galaxy, they also have an extremely fatal weakness: they are extremely dependent on the core nodes in the Waaagh energy field.

When that colossal machine, carrying the fanatical faith of millions of Orcs, was smashed into a shower of flying scrap metal, when that arrogant Orc warlord was crushed into mincemeat, when those Orc leaders responsible for maintaining the basic formation, the largest in physique, were picked off one by one by the White Tiger Squad with heavy bomb guns, as if they were being called out by name...

This army, which was originally as unstoppable as a green tsunami, has completely collapsed its interconnected Waaagh mental network!

Chaos, like the deadliest plague, spread wildly through the Greenskins' ranks.

Without the suppression of their leader and the roar of the warlords, these once fierce orc boys suddenly became like headless flies.

Their simple brains were unable to process the terrifying scene before them that was beyond their comprehension.

Why did a ship fall from the sky?

Why is it that killing those iron-skinned shrimps, which are much larger than them, is as easy as killing a Chesquig?

"The boss is dead! Second Brother Mao has escaped! Run!"

It's unclear which orc boy dropped his rusty machete and turned to flee into the wilderness.

This action was like toppling the first domino, and then hundreds and thousands of green-skinned orcs began to scatter and flee across the mountains and plains like a flood breaking through a dam.

On the hive defense line, dozens of kilometers away from the routed Greenskin army, the Planetary Defense Force (PDF) soldiers, shivering in the mud and among the corpses of their comrades, watched everything unfold before them as if in a dream.

"They...they retreated?"

The veteran, who had lost an arm, propped himself up with his mud-covered arm and stared intently into the distance.

A young communications soldier beside him raised his hands high, roaring angrily as the acid rain rained down from the sky: "May the Emperor protect us! Those angels of death have shattered them!"

On this battlefield, which has been suppressed for too long and stained with too much blood, once the flame of hope is ignited, it will instantly turn into a raging inferno!

These low-ranking soldiers of the hive, these expendable resources who were less than numbers in the eyes of the nobles of the Spire District, had watched helplessly as their brothers were torn apart by the Greenskins and their homes were razed to the ground. Their hearts had long been filled with hatred that was about to erupt like a volcano.

"Brothers! Did you see that? The Emperor's Death Angel is clearing the way for us!"

A lieutenant colonel, the highest-ranking officer in the military, stood atop the towering sandbag ruins, his power sword raised high towards the smoke-filled sky, issuing a mobilization order:

"Open the gates! All troops, charge! For the holy Emperor! For our fallen brothers! Slaughter these green-skinned bastards!"

"Kill! The angel of death is with us!"

"For the Emperor!"

Hundreds of thousands of PDF soldiers, like a black torrent bursting its banks, flooded the defenses they had held for days.

The laser gun beams poured out like a dense downpour, hitting the backs of the green-skinned soldiers who were only concerned with running away.

When some soldiers ran out of ammunition, they would grab their bayonets and pounce on the orcs who had been cut off by the assassins and were still crawling on the ground like mad dogs, tearing at the enemy's flesh with bayonets, stones, and even their teeth.

A surge of blood alone cannot defeat the orcs.

Most importantly, the key moments of the entire battlefield were all handled by Lawson's assassins, who, even in the midst of battle, took the opportunity to rescue soldiers who were almost killed by the orcs' counterattack.

The battlefield was in complete chaos, and the top-level command post was completely dumbfounded.

The giant holographic projector switched the image from a macro-strategic map of the entire planet to an aerial view of a local war zone outside the hive capital.

"The throne... how do you operate a starship on land?"

A nobleman rubbed his monocle-wearing eyes: "Astartes? The Holy Emperor!"

"Forty-six death angels of emperors in total!"

"This is impossible!"

Governor Cassius's face was filled with disbelief:

"Our galaxy is completely engulfed by a warp storm! The Star Speakers' distress signals can't get through at all! The Navigators can't see anything in the storm either! How did the Emperor's angels get here through the storm?"

"And... why would the Emperor's Death Angel descend from the sky aboard an orc warship?"

"I understand! I understand everything!"

General Wayne seemed to have suddenly realized something, and excitedly slapped his thigh:

"No wonder that green-skinned warship suddenly attacked on orbit! It turns out that the warship didn't carry aliens at all, but rather angels sent by the Emperor to save us!"

"They disguised themselves as orc warships, deceived everyone, and stabbed the enemy in the heart! Then, through a forced landing, they directly destroyed the orcs' rear!"

General Wayne's plausible assumptions triggered a chain reaction in the hall.

"Praise be to the throne! Praise be to the holy emperor!"

"Great Astartes! I knew then that all those rose coins I donated to the Church every day were not wasted!"

In the eyes of these nobles, the appearance of Space Marines was equivalent to victory in the war, and it meant that they could continue to enjoy fine wines and delicacies, and continue to bully and oppress billions of ordinary people.

"With these forty-six angels here, the greenskins on the outskirts will soon be wiped out. Tonight's banquet can proceed as planned!" A Monopoly Guild leader excitedly raised his glass.

Amidst this post-disaster jubilation, two people did not celebrate.

One was Governor Cassius.

He had a gloomy face and didn't say a word.

Among the high-ranking officials of the Empire, there was a political slang saying: Space Marines never bring salvation, they only bring obedience.

Astartes is the Emperor's purest blade. Throughout history, how many times have Space Marines, after saving a planet, turned around and shot the planet's governor, who was issuing orders from the rear, on charges of malfeasance or heresy?

Cassius knew all too well what kind of person he was.

If those Astartes were to break through the Greenskins and arrive at the Spire to question his defense plans... if they were to find themselves hoarding goods during wartime...

He dared not think any further.

The other is the Grand Marshal of the Department of Justice, Gideon Thorne.