Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The knife-like insects rushed in, skimming along the ground.

The front row was torn to shreds by the bombs, while the back row continued to rush forward, stepping over the shredded flesh.

Gun bugs were caught in the middle, spraying live ammunition at the defensive line.

Those bullets, coated with corrosive viscous fluid, would first shatter the outer shell of the defenders' breastplates upon impact, then burn the flesh inside into a bubbling mass.

A major from the Astral Army stood beneath the broken bridge, his right ear severed by a biological bomb, yet he still yelled at the top of his lungs, "Don't aim at the small ones! Shoot the big ones! Shoot the ones that are making noise! ​​Artillery, push that beast on the high ground back down!"

He was referring to a synaptic creature moving along a ridge in the distance.

The thing was like a mobile neural tower covered in chitin, with rows of sensory tentacles growing from its head. Every time the tentacles vibrated, the surrounding swarm of insects would change the direction of their impact as if they were being whipped by an invisible whip.

The Astronauts have tried to bombard it with the Earthquake Cannon three times, but each time the shells approach, the flying insect swarms will deliberately crash into them, detonating the cannon fire with their own bodies.

Severus, the vice-commander of the 5th Ultramarines, stood on the ruins of the front-line fortress.

His power armor had three deep claw marks on his chest, and the banner on his back was only half intact.

There are fewer than twenty extreme warriors around me.

"The right-side trench has been breached, and the swarm is entering the outer ring of the ammunition depot through underground pipelines."

Severus looked up at the sky.

In orbit, the Imperial Navy is entangled with the swarm of insectoid ships.

No evacuation boats disembarked, and no new reinforcements arrived.

He knew that the Carian-17 was unlikely to hold out.

The next moment, the air split open.

The four combat sequence nodes that Lawson had stationed in the Ultramarines Company raised their hands simultaneously, and the first batch of Flying Bear Motorcycles burst out from the light curtain.

To the Astronauts, the thing looked more like a group of low-flying tanks with anti-gravity engines.

They are large in size, heavily armored, with a low-profile front and rows of heavy explosive cannons, thermal cutters and short-range missile pods suspended on their bellies.

Three thousand Flying Bear motorcycles arrived simultaneously.

The moment it appeared, the swarm network had taken over the war zone data.

All Bear Guards activated their Level 2 Eagle Eye simultaneously.

To ordinary soldiers, the swarm is an endless tide of flesh.

For Xiong Wei, who had activated his Level 2 Eagle Vision, every synaptic node, every command chain, and every unusually excited commanding creature in that flesh tide was as clear as a torch in the darkness.

Synapse number one.

[Synapse number two.]

[Highland Node.]

[Underground tunneling chain.]

[Airborne Collaboration Node.]

The Flying Bear Motorcycle Group instantly split into hundreds of hunting squads.

The first squad flew along the broken high-speed transport line, the heavy explosive cannons at the front of the vehicles sweeping the blade insects in front into a bloody mist. Then, three motorcycles lifted up at the same time, like black raptors soaring over the insect swarm.

The synaptic creature on the ridge had just turned around when three beams of molten heat slashed into the base of its skull from its flanks.

It let out a sharp, spiritual shriek.

The surrounding insect swarm suddenly became chaotic.

The next second, a bear guard briefly leaped from the Flying Bear Motorcycle, gripped the giant axe with both hands, and used the momentum of the motorcycle's high-speed impact to chop down from mid-air.

The giant axe smashed into the head of the synaptic creature.

The chitinous shell cracked open, and neuroplasm gushed out.

The Flying Bear motorcycle roared past on the other side of the ridge, and Xiong Wei landed back on the vehicle without even turning his head.

The synaptic creature collapsed behind him with a thud, and nearly ten thousand knife worms and gun worms around it crashed together like a herd of beasts that had lost their command.

The second squad soared into the sky.

The swarm of flying insects tried to surround it, and thousands of winged creatures rushed towards the Flying Bear Motorcycle like a black cloud.

Dozens of Flying Bear motorcycles accelerated simultaneously, their heavy bodies performing low-altitude cross-attack maneuvers, missile pods firing, explosive cannons strafing, and thermal short cuts.

A winged synaptic beast hidden deep within the swarm of flying insects had its chest cavity pierced directly.

As it fell, the entire swarm of flying insects seemed to have its bones removed from the middle; large swarms of insect shadows lost their coordination and began to collide with each other.

The third team rushed towards the underground entrance.

Tyron Tunneling Bio has already dug three tunnels around the southern ammunition depot.

The Astronauts originally planned to detonate the ammunition depot to prevent it from being seized by the Zerg swarm.

The Flying Bear motorcycle squad charged directly into the underground passage, their heavy vehicles skimming almost against the walls, their belly nozzles burning the insect eggs and spores to ashes.

The molten metal bombs were thrown one by one deep into the tunnel.

A few seconds later, a series of muffled thuds came from underground.

The entire tunneling chain broke.

Severus stood on the ruined wall, watching the sudden changes on the battlefield, speechless for a moment.

The Star Guard major then directly cursed.

"Is that a motorcycle?"

No one answered him, because the sky became even noisier.

The Tyranid swarm reacts extremely quickly.

After the synaptic nodes were successively destroyed, a large number of anti-air creatures began to change targets.

The spore-spraying beast raised the vesicles on its back and fired green acid rain at the flying bear motorcycle swarm.

The flying swarm regrouped, attempting to use their numbers to hold back these low-flying predators.

Several large hive tyrants even began to move towards the Flying Bear Motorcycle's charge route, trying to use their synaptic pressure to regain control of the situation.

If there are only three thousand Flying Bear motorcycles, they will indeed be gradually dragged into a war of attrition.

But Lawson never intended to send only three thousand units.

An even larger stasis light curtain unfolded at low altitude over the Karian-17.

For a moment, even the Ultra Warrior felt the sky darken.

Countless tiny black dots emerged from the light screen, like a torrential rain, like a locust plague, like some kind of natural disaster made of steel and engines.

The Million Hurricane Motorcycle Team has arrived on the battlefield.

Compared to the Flying Bear Motorcycle, the Hurricane Motorcycle is smaller, faster, and lighter in armor. Its riders are mostly Cornerstone members and some enhanced cavalry units.

They are a storm of blades used to spread out a network of fire.

Each Hurricane motorcycle is equipped with lightweight explosives, rapid-fire pulse cannons, micro-missiles, and anti-insect incendiary bombs. Once connected to the swarm network, all ballistics, fire gaps, charge routes, and retreat paths of millions of units are allocated instantly.

The swarm of flying insects attacked the Flying Bear Motorcycle.

The hurricane motorcycle crashed down from above.

When the first round of firepower was unleashed, the sky seemed to be set ablaze.

Millions of rapid-fire projectiles intertwined to form an impenetrable net of fire; any flying insect swarm that crashed into it was instantly pulverized.

Insect wings, shells, acid, and internal organs fell like a torrential rain.

Just as the ground-based worm wave was being reactivated by synaptic nodes, it was plowed aside from the flank by a swarm of low-flying hurricane motorcycles.

The anti-insect incendiary bombs were laid out one after another, burning out crisscrossing fire lines, cutting the originally connected insect swarm into dozens of isolated pieces of flesh.

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Chapter 259 The Turning Point of the Terran Wars

From the moment the war between the battle order and the swarm truly began, the swarm's backend was flooded with messages.

【Biomass +1080】

【Biomass +2111】

Chitin +3333

Chitin core +1

Chitin core +3

High-density glial clusters have been recovered.

[Synaptic node remnants have been analyzed]

[Large chitinous bone plates have been transformed]

These prompts would initially flash briefly on the edge of Lawson's consciousness, but later, due to their sheer number and frequency, the swarm mind directly silenced them all, retaining only the statistical results and prompts for unusually high-value drops.

Over the Northern Hemisphere, three thousand Flying Bear motorcycles, like black razors, scraped back and forth across the swarm of insects.

The Million Hurricane Motorcycle, like a steel storm, spreads out a barrage of fire from above, with explosive bombs, pulse missiles, micro-missiles, and incendiary bombs weaving together to form an impenetrable curtain of death.

The ground-dwelling crickets were swept away in droves, the flying swarms were crushed into a bloody rain, and before the gun crickets could regroup, they were marked by the swarm network into patches of red kill zones.

This speed is on a completely different level compared to when we were clearing out gene stealers in the past.

No matter how large the nest of gene thieves is, it is still essentially a malignant tumor parasitizing the dark side of imperial society.

They need to lie in wait, reproduce, infiltrate, and wait for the right opportunity. Even as their nests expand, they are still limited by urban populations, underground spaces, cover networks, and local governance structures.

When eliminating those cunning thieves, the combat sequence must first rely on gene sniffing nodes for location, and then be cleared out by the assault team.

It was a surgical removal.

The returns are stable, but not explosive enough.

The situation is different now.