Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

"Where are those big idiots?"

At the sniper point on the mountain ridge, a sniper team from the Pan-Pacific Empire was ready to stop the man who called himself the emperor and his legion.

In a few months, the Storm Legion flattened all forces in the former South Asian subcontinent and Southeast Asia, directly bordering the Pan-Pacific Empire.

A few months is neither long nor short.

Those forces are not strong enough, and with a few more months of fighting to go, the Pan-Pacific Empire doesn’t think these guys have any strength.

There are only a few thousand people. I will send out ten thousand sniper teams and kill them all on the opposite side. Let’s see if your empire can still rise.

"Calibration completed, first round of test firing completed, three-stage rapid firing immediately!"

The commander-in-chief of the sniper corps issued orders in the temporary command center.

Don't be fooled by the fact that these guys look like cyber thugs. They are actually very organized and disciplined, and are definitely not private gang-level thugs.

"Requesting fire order."

Frontline commanders and fighters apply for permission.

At the same time, 30,000 guns found their positions, with each group responsible for a Storm Warrior, one aimed at the head and two at the chest.

"permit."

"Fire!"

Smoke and dust rose up, and small sandstorms formed on the long-damaged and barren surface.

Ding ding ding—

The sound of metal collision

Ninety thousand rounds, a total of ninety thousand armor-piercing, explosive and incendiary bombs were fired intensively, and the extra bullets were used to prevent the enemy from resurrecting.

"Scout team, move out, prepare for finishing off and recovering."

The process was still going on, and the commander-in-chief drank purified water, which was a rare luxury.

From the perspective of the Pan-Pacific Empire, Terra's terrain is rugged, so it is understandable that they don't need vehicles, but these guys don't even have aerial vehicles for decapitation, which is really too shabby.

Finish the fight quickly to shock the surroundings; the empire still has enemies that have not been dealt with.

"Command...something happened."

There were stumbling words coming through the communication system.

"Say something quickly."

What could happen?

It's impossible that they all missed the target, right?

Could it be that the other side has some collective shield that blocked the attack?

It was a bit sloppy. I shouldn't be careless just because the enemy was marching on foot. I should have sent two shield-breaking missiles first. I will optimize the process next time.

“We hit it.”

"What else could it be?"

The Empire's standard sniper bullet can penetrate a medium tank like tofu, and can it overturn infantry?

"All of them hit the opponent's breastplate, and the opponent is still moving forward."

"??!!quick…"

Before he could utter the word "retreat", a loud explosion severed the communication.

The dust went straight into the sky. Even though they were several kilometers away, the command center was able to quickly reverse the situation and found that it was coming from the sniper position.

"This is unscientific."

The responses from the Frontier Reconnaissance Institute have a fixed template and strict wording, and cannot be expressed using vague statements such as "probably".

It is understandable if one or two people fail in headshot, but if all fail, it can only mean that the opponent is not simple.

"Surrender or die."

The voice was unpleasant but clear. The commander felt a chill in his heart. He saluted with the French francs, slowly turned around and signaled surrender.

Sure enough, it was a warrior from the Storm Legion, and there were three black spots on his metal breastplate.

It was very quiet around. I caught a glimpse of a few fighters coming in, their gloves still dripping with blood.

[It moves very fast, its mechanism of movement is unknown, and its armor is solid. It is identified as a humanoid heavy tank. Request for processing by an extradimensional sorcerer (a name for psychics).]

The commander knelt on the ground to show his submission, silently editing the message in his mind and preparing to send it. Suddenly, the tall and strong soldier in front of him discovered something, clenched his left fist, and swung it out quickly, hitting the commander's head into a bloody mist.

The soldier carefully grabbed a pea-sized piece of metal in the blood mist and handed it to the legion commander.

"It's a psychic material...very active."

Unable to see anything more, Arik Taranis used his two fingers to crush it into powder.

"Don't we need to report this to the Emperor?"

"There's no need. We have to fight anyway. Collusion with witchcraft is to be expected."

"We don't have any witchcraft personnel..."

"Go ahead."

Eric's orders were clear. He naturally knew the dangers of a forced attack, but there was nothing he could do.

The newborn empire had an insufficient population base, the failure rate of transformation operations was high, and the population of the existing conquered lands could not be converted into combat soldiers.

With just a few thousand of them, they might be able to defeat the enemy on the front battlefield, but there is absolutely no possibility of destroying that civilization.

Therefore, they must continue to divert the enemy's attention and buy time for the Emperor to train auxiliary troops, design heavy weapons, and qualified logistics.

Takahara Ward

People come and go, carrying all kinds of tools to the construction site. Although it looks messy on the surface, a new order is taking shape.

In the underground laboratory, looking at the embryo gradually taking shape in the culture chamber, Sigma did not dare to relax at all.

If he hadn't done it himself, he really didn't know that it would be so strenuous to constrain the essence within the body, so much so that a small accident resulted in the loss of up to two and a half parts of material.

Taking into account the wear and tear caused by the fusion, three and a half parts of the resources were written off.

There is no time to regret mistakes, you have to find a way to make use of the remaining half.

This half is life-threatening. It would be a pity to throw it away. If it is fused with other parts, it will cause imbalance, causing the soul to tear the carrier and cause greater losses.

After much thought, I had to take out a separate resource, merge the two, and then separate them relatively evenly.

The twin structure will result in a single unit being less powerful than other units, but they win in numbers. The former can lure the enemy, while the latter can launch a surprise attack, so it is not too bad.

Do not throw away the waste nutrient solution. Filter and recycle it. You can cultivate seeds carrying the original gene and transplant them into the body of a teenager to create a more stable genetically enhanced warrior.

Malcador: "The Soul Sea of ​​the Solar System is turbulent, yet it appears extremely calm on the surface. Beware of conspiracy."

Emperor: "Where is Erda?"

"Just outside the shield."

"Didn't she say anything?"

"No, she left when I asked her to, but she wouldn't go far."

"Have you traced her whereabouts?"

"She's been to the Warp. Well, it was after she came out that the surface of the Soul Sea became as flat as a mirror."

"So direct?"

"Yes, I think she has something to say to you."

"…I know. Let her wait there. I'll go see her later."

"Ready?"

"I'm not ready, but I don't have time. I'll do my best."

The delicate makeup of the base worker is out of place among the refugee workers.

"What's up?"

"Won't you invite me in to talk?"

Sigma frowned slightly, his disgust suppressed just right. He was not wearing armor, but his momentum was no less.

Raise your hand

"please."

As the two entered the base, Erda could clearly sense the team members' hidden dissatisfaction and prejudice towards her... maybe that wasn't really prejudice.

When they were the only two left and the power of the Sea of ​​Souls had completely disappeared, and they were about to enter the laboratory, Erda spoke.

“I’m awake.”

"You've awakened, haven't you?"

"Second awakening, I understand."

Sigma was stunned. He opened and closed his lips, but no sound came out.

"I know it's too late to say this, but I still have to say it: I'm sorry. I've done so many stupid things in the past, and now I can only make up for it as much as possible.

I will assist you in your plans as much as I can and atone for my sins."

"you…"

“I saw my own death.”

Erda laughed out loud.

"I just woke up at this time. I'm sorry that I couldn't help you earlier."