Warhammer: Empire Reboot

He stood in the shadows, his gaze passing over the forty-six white tiger power armors and landing on the wreckage of the warship.

"Something's not right. There's no chapter insignia, no Imperial eagle emblem, and the power armor is a cobbled-together ancient design, its surface gleaming with an unknown metallic sheen. And..."

"Quick! Look over there!"

General Wayne suddenly pointed to a corner of the holographic projection.

In the picture, a shirtless man is facing a roaring, attacking green Norbert.

In the normal understanding of imperial military affairs, even the most elite Katachon veterans would never choose to confront the desperate Norbers head-on.

Human bones and muscles have physical limits; if one were to withstand Norbert's power axe, the only outcome would be being cut in two.

However, the man in the video seemed to be fast-forwarded from a holographic image, suddenly taking a step forward, his high-frequency power blade drawing a crescent arc of light from bottom to top!

With incredible strength, his left forearm blocked Norber's wrist as he held the axe. At the same instant, his right hand swung out a power blade that sliced ​​through Norber's neck as easily as cutting tofu, sending the huge green head wearing a heavy iron helmet flying into the air!

Blood gushed from the headless corpse, and before the orc's body could even reach the bottom, the man pounced on his next target like a tiger.

Just one cut.

In the eyes of these generals, who possessed the highest military vision on the planet, this strike was more shocking than any massive artillery bombardment.

"This is impossible..."

General Wayne stared blankly at the projection: "Although the Katachans are strong, it is impossible for them to block Norber's slash with one hand, let alone overwhelm a high-ranking greenskin in terms of strength and speed!"

Thorne finally spoke, uttering a conclusion that sent chills down everyone's spine:

"That shirtless man's hand-to-hand combat ability is equivalent to that of the unarmored Astartes fighting brothers."

The hall fell silent instantly.

Equivalent to an unarmored Astartes? If it were just such a freak, perhaps it could be explained by genetic mutation.

But from the holographic projection's overhead view, they saw more than ten thousand such warriors!

If this force were placed in any Imperial sector, it would be enough to incite a rebellion that would sweep across countless star systems!

"Who exactly are they...?"

On the other side of the battlefield.

Lawson stood atop a mound of hundreds of green-skinned corpses.

The 25,000-strong army of assassins, unified and commanded by a swarm mentality, is like a massive, all-encompassing metal net, systematically wiping out the remaining green-skinned soldiers on the battlefield with astonishing efficiency.

The life points data on the system panel were still fluctuating rapidly.

Suddenly, amidst the massive flow of information, the swarm intelligence's secondary filtering system pushed a high-priority abnormal image directly into Lawson's main consciousness.

That was the perspective from the 74th Combat Squad, who were clearing out the remaining enemies in our nest.

The image shows a magnificent Gothic building, the Cathedral of the Martyrs, whose dome has collapsed in half.

In front of the dilapidated central altar of the cathedral, four female figures clad in black power armor were engaged in a desperate battle with a group of Chaos Extremist cult fanatics covered in pustules and wielding various cruel instruments of torture and rusty firearms.

"Battle Nun?"

Lawson raised an eyebrow slightly beneath his helmet.

In the vast and extremely complex Imperial armed forces of Warhammer 40K, the Battle Sisters are definitely an anomaly that gives everyone a headache.

In an instant, countless evaluations of this unit from his past life flashed through Lawson's mind, the vast majority of which were extremely negative:

Fanatical, stubborn, rigid, and inflexible.

Their minds were filled only with the heavy scriptures of the state religion and a morbid hatred of heresy.

They are the sharpest blades of the State Church and the Inquisition, often burning friendly forces, planetary governors, and even innocent civilians at the stake as heretics over minor differences in doctrine.

Many Astral Army generals believe that being teammates with these crazy women is sometimes more dangerous than facing Chaos Demons.

A group of religious fanatics brainwashed to the point of losing even basic logic. Lawson made this assessment in his mind.

but……

Everything has two sides.

It was their outrageous stubbornness, extreme xenophobia, and almost absolute loyalty to the emperor that created their godlike and supreme prestige throughout the empire and in the hearts of countless ordinary people!

They are the state religious armed forces, the emperor's daughters, and living symbols representing the absolute orthodoxy and sacred faith of the human empire!

"The identity of a battle nun is a perfect match for me!"

Lawson secretly pondered that he didn't even have a legitimate Imperial Inquisition or Space Marine Chapter identification code.

He needs a layer of skin, a sacred cloak that no one can easily question, one that allows him to control the world and command the people.

Through the swarm's vision, Lawson locked onto the four nuns engaged in a bloody battle, especially the red-haired captain wielding a chainsaw sword.

The four of them cannot die.

They are still very useful. With these daughters of emperors standing by my side, who would dare to call me a heretic?

Having made up his mind, Lawson gave the order.

"A2, A3, A4".

"Leave the main battlefield and follow me."

"Let's go to church and save the lost sheep."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The four powered armored vehicles transformed into four terrifying afterimages, hurtling straight into the Cathedral of the Martyrs!

at the same time.

Inside the Cathedral of the Martyrs, the situation had reached a critical juncture, a moment of utter desperation.

The retreat of the Greenskins did not give the nuns a chance to breathe; instead, it allowed the Chaos cultists hiding in the dark corners of the Lower Nest to surge out like hyenas that had smelled blood.

These madmen, whose minds have been corrupted by the warp gods, may not have the terrifying physique of the greenskins, but their fearless tactics, including using their own exploding blood to contaminate the enemy, are utterly disgusting.

"For the blessing of the Father! For the eternal decay!"

Dozens of disfigured cultists, brandishing poisoned daggers and homemade bombs, charged toward the altar, howling as they went.

"Go back to the cesspool of warp space!"

The chainsaw sword in Sister Katarina's hand roared wildly.

However, the chainsaw sword that had accompanied her in countless battles shattered after sawing through the mutated bones of a cultist, leaving only a hilt emitting black smoke.

"Captain, watch out!"

The twin nuns Sera and Sena cried out in alarm and tried to rush back to help, but they themselves were also entangled by more than a dozen cultists.

Sena's power halberd was completely out of power and could only be swung like an ordinary steel pipe.

Sera was even grabbed by the leg by a cultist who was trying to detonate a suicide bomb on his body.

Novice Sister Vera had already emptied her explosive gun.

In despair, she could only draw her short sword and stand in front of the reliquary containing the pure finger bone, watching helplessly as two grinning cultists raised their rusty machetes and brought them down on her head.

"Your Majesty..." Vera closed her eyes, awaiting death in despair.

Death did not come; instead, the angel of death arrived.

Boom!

The church's thick side walls were smashed to pieces by an indescribable, violent force!

Several unfortunate cult members were smashed into mincemeat by the sudden shards of rock before they could even react.

Amidst the swirling smoke and dust and the blinding sunlight.

Four steel giants slammed in!

"heresy."

The roar of Losenna, hidden beneath his tiger-striped helmet, echoed throughout the church.

There was absolutely no nonsense, and no pre-battle declarations.

This was a pure massacre, akin to a dimensional reduction attack!

The moment A2, A3, and A4 stepped into the church, they displayed a brutal killing that could be described as art.

Jia Er grabbed the head of a cultist who was trying to light a bomb, and with a soft crack, the head, covered in pustules, was crushed like a ripe grape!

The red and white brain matter didn't even manage to splatter onto the armor of the Type 2 armor.

Jia San then drew the high-frequency vibrating power sword from his back.

It was impossible to see his sword-wielding movements; all that could be seen were dazzling blue arcs of electricity flashing among the cultists.

With a single sweep of his sword, five cult members were cut in half at the waist!

With another sword strike, the three cultists, along with their live ammunition, were neatly cleaved in two, their internal organs spilling out onto the ground!

These chaotic madmen, whom the nuns considered extremely troublesome, were as fragile as paper targets in front of these three Astartes-level killing machines.

The phrase "cutting melons and chopping vegetables" is insufficient to describe the efficiency of this kind of killing.

This is a fully grown dragon charging into a flock of sheep; it's a violent aesthetic that crushes everything!

In less than a minute!

The cultists, who had just held an absolute advantage, were hacked to pieces, leaving behind a mess of flesh and blood.

This scene not only shocked the four nuns in the church.

Across the street from the church, in a dilapidated, half-ruined building.

Ida, the little girl who had previously hidden in an air-raid shelter but was forced to flee to the surface with her grandfather when the shelter collapsed, was watching everything happening in the church through a cracked PVC window.

When she saw those four tall, mighty, godlike steel giants utterly annihilating those terrifying monsters.

Her large eyes suddenly burst forth with an extremely bright light.

"Grandpa! Grandpa, look!"

The little girl, Ida, was trembling with excitement and screamed loudly as she pointed in the direction of the church:

"They are angels! They are the Emperor's death angels! They are truly as majestic as the legends describe!"