Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Only one minute had passed since Vispera pulled the lever.

The torrent of Negro believers hasn't even made it out of the first corner of the sewers.

A non-combatant assassin on guard in the abandoned industrial plaza at the lower level of Hive City No. 3 suddenly stopped moving.

He sensed unusually high-frequency vibrations coming from the underlying rocks beneath his feet.

A retinal thermal scanner penetrated tens of meters of reinforced concrete, capturing terrifying temperature spikes deep underground, and:

Millions of dense biothermal sources moving upwards at high speed.

Data packaging. Upload. Delay: 0.001 seconds.

At almost the same moment, the non-combatant assassins at the bottom of Nests 1 and 2 also transmitted back anomalous data of the same nature.

Lawson opened his eyes.

The system panel forcibly popped up a red warning in my mind:

[Top Alert: Abnormal Clustering of Biological Quality Across the Entire Region!]

Source: The sewage pipe network and ancillary facilities at the bottom of the No. 1, No. 2 and No. 3 main nests.

Event Analysis: The leak of high-temperature, highly acidic waste liquid triggered the destruction of the bottom-level mutant nest. Biological instincts drove them to surge upwards.

Target identification: Subspace fouled entities and deeply infected variants.

[Estimated Number of Each Hive City] Hive City #1: Approximately 550 million (including high-level plague warlocks and low-level demonic entities)

Nest City #2: Approximately 380 million (disorganized structure, stampede resulted in an immediate loss of about 15%).

Nest No. 3: Approximately 270 million (shortest distance from the central nest, highest risk of infiltration)

Total: Over 1200 million.

[Estimated contact time with the gates of the lower and middle defense lines: 12 minutes.]

This is the absolute lead time provided by swarm intelligence and the sensor network of 80,000 non-combatant suicide soldiers, surpassing any imperial early warning system.

Vespera had accurately calculated the four to six-hour response delay of the imperial bureaucracy.

But she didn't anticipate that Lawson wouldn't use that information link at all.

Lawson stared at the dense stream of data on the panel, which surged upwards like a swarm of red ants.

"Waste liquid flooded the mutant's nest, forcing indiscriminate riots."

The logic puzzle is completed in a fraction of a second.

This was not an isolated pipeline accident; the probability of all three nests occurring simultaneously is zero.

"Someone is flipping the table."

"The ingenious triggering mechanism bypasses all electronic monitoring."

Lawson sneered, "Once this flood recedes, I'll personally pull you out of the cracks in the rocks."

"Global Warfare Mode activated."

He does not need to convene a military meeting.

His will is the will of the entire assassin network.

Microsecond-level command issuance.

The defensive line between the middle and lower nests of the three main nests of Obolos.

Each nest is garrisoned with approximately 300 PDF thousand-person regiments, totaling 900,000 regular troops.

They are resting after defeating the Greenskins.

Suddenly, nearly four thousand suicide soldiers acting as commanders simultaneously stopped what they were doing; they had received orders.

"Everyone stand. Form ranks."

Officers of the suicide squads in different cities and defense zones issued orders at the same frequency.

Chapter 101: 20,000 Death Warriors Stand Against Over 10 Million Nurgle Followers (Thanks to woofer for the Alliance Leader)

Within 0.2 seconds, the swarm intelligence retrieved the blueprints of the lower levels of the three main hives. Combined with the ground vibration and heat source data transmitted back by 80,000 non-combatant suicide soldiers, it identified a total of 14,722 high-risk infiltration nodes in the lower levels of the three hives.

These nodes exhibit vastly different characteristics:

There are 387 large-caliber main roads, and the mutants will charge through them in a dense frontal assault.

There are 4891 medium-sized channels and vertical shafts, which are the main pathways for mutant infiltration.

There are 9444 micro-cracks, cable wells, and ventilation ducts, which are the most difficult infiltration pathways to defend against.

"Different nails require different hammers."

Lawson completed the troop deployment.

The available mobile force consists of approximately 20,000 combat suicide soldiers, including 45 White Tigers, 1,000 company commander-level backbone soldiers, and approximately 19,000 ordinary and captain-level suicide soldiers.

“Execute a three-tiered asymmetric node defense.”

The non-combatant assassins distributed near each node simultaneously raised their arms.

The static force field grid of the armory was torn apart.

With a surge of strength, he pulled the combat suicide soldier from the void into reality.

One by one, the assassins pulled out immediately turned around and reached into the void to pull out the next companion.

Delivery occurs in a geometric progression.

Twenty thousand fully armed suicide soldiers have completed their full mobilization.

Level A blockade, 387 large-diameter main roads.

Each node has three to six hundred suicide soldiers, forming a deep wall of fire.

The spikes of the front-row bulletproof shields were driven into the adamantite floor, locked in place, forming a high metal wall.

The rear heavy explosive gun is mounted on the front shoulder armor groove.

The third row of laser rifles is held horizontally. The fourth row of mortars is having its elevation adjusted.

Completed within seven seconds.

Class B blockade, 4891 medium-sized passages and shafts.

Five to ten suicide bombers were stationed at each node. Their mission was not to shoot, but to use molten metal to directionally demolish and collapse the tunnel entrance within a twelve-minute window.

The explosives were attached to all stress points within 90 seconds.

Class C sealing, 9444 micro-cracks and pipes.

Those non-combatant assassins disguised as workers, beggars, and bartenders stopped their disguise work, took out promethium injectors from the armory, aimed them at the micro-cracks and ventilation duct outlets, and poured high-temperature promethium directly into them.

A high-temperature, oxygen-free zone exceeding 1,000 degrees Celsius is instantly formed inside the closed pipe.

More than 8,000 micropipes were covered within four minutes.

Before the mutant torrent broke through the first corner of the bottom layer, all 14,722 infiltration nodes had been sealed off.

Then, the gates of hell opened.

Nest No. 3, Lower Nest Ninth Residential Area.

This place is home to six million of the empire's lowest-class laborers and their families.

The cramped metal partitions are stacked one on top of another, like a honeycomb.

The air was thick with the smells of engine oil, sweat, and corpse starch.

Just now, when the green-skinned soldiers besieged the city, these people were trembling in their cubicles.

After the Emperor's Death Angels defeated the Greenskins, they saw the victory on the public holographic screen for the first time, and for the first time dared to step out of their cubicles, embracing each other and weeping in the corridor.

Some people even lit candles in front of the makeshift imperial shrine and knelt down to thank the throne for its protection.

A young factory worker named Leah was feeding her three-year-old son a paste of corpse starch. The child refused to eat, complaining that it was bitter. She coaxed him, "Sweetie, after you finish eating, Mommy will take you to see the holographic image of Uncle Angel, okay? Uncle Angel chased away all the green monsters..."

The floor beneath my feet suddenly trembled.

Leah was stunned.

"Another earthquake?" The old worker next door poked his head out. "Could it be that the green-skinned train is back again...?"

It wasn't an earthquake.

The trembling turned into a continuous, rhythmic vibration.

It was as if something extremely heavy was moving upwards from beneath the floor at an unstoppable speed.

Then, the smell came.

A stench so strong it could make someone vomit on the spot gushed out from the drainage grates beneath their feet.

It was the smell of rotting flesh, pus, and some deeper, cloying sweetness that terrified one to the very core of one's soul.

Leah's three-year-old son started screaming.

It wasn't out of fear, but because his young nasal cavity, not yet numbed by industrial fumes, instinctively sensed death in that smell.

"Click".

The drainage grating at the end of the corridor was ripped open by a huge hand that emerged from below, its skin rotten to reveal the white bones beneath.

……

387 large-diameter main roads.

Rumble.

At the end of the passage, came the sounds of chaotic footsteps, the sticky squeaks of flesh pressing against each other, and inhuman roars.

Black tides surged forth from the darkness.

They were dripping with strong acid and pus, their skin was ulcerated in large areas, and every step they took left a corrosive footprint that emitted blue smoke.

It opened its mouth, which was full of fangs, and the sound it made was not like a howl, but more like the wet, bubbling sound of its trachea being squeezed out after being filled with putrid fluid.

At the forefront were a group of extremely mutated beings who barely maintained their human form. Their limbs were twisted into angles that defied human ergonomics, and a third leg or extra arm grew from their spines. Each of them held a bone or rusty iron rod taken from a corpse.