Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Use their skin to make new hats!"

"I bet the boss can kill that biggest shrimp in three strikes!"

I'll bet two swords!

"What are you betting? You don't even have pants! What are you betting with?"

A few of the bolder farts have already started betting on each other, with stakes ranging from a human tooth to half a rusty iron pipe.

For orcs, combat is not just a means of survival, but also a ritual akin to religion.

A truly spectacular battle will cause Waaagh energy to condense into a nearly visible green energy field above the battlefield.

Lawson secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the other side wasn't an orc boy, but a bunch of cunning black sprouts, he would have already led his men to escape through the pipes.

But the orc boy is different.

Their thought process boils down to one thing: whoever is the stronger fighter is the boss.

If you dare to provoke them, they will dare to fight back; if you use a knife, they will use a knife; if you take off your shirt and go shirtless, they would be willing to strip down to their pants and fight you to the death.

This is precisely what Lawson can utilize.

Because he never intended to have a fair duel with six green monsters that were over two meters tall.

The word "fairness" does not exist in his dictionary.

The six orc boys began to move forward.

The heavy iron boots thudded on the metal floor.

The weight of four or five hundred kilograms, combined with the scrap metal armor, caused the entire passage to tremble slightly.

"Waaaaagh!!!"

Their pace quickened, turning from walking to running, and from running to charging.

As the six green mountains of flesh exerted their power simultaneously, a roar resounded through the passage, like a tank formation advancing at full speed.

Lawson also took a step forward.

His right foot struck precisely at a seemingly ordinary metal railing on the left side of the edge where he was standing.

He and Number 1 tampered with the railing an hour ago when they passed by.

This approximately 15-meter-long passageway floor is actually an elevated structure suspended above a vertical shaft over 40 meters deep, with the floor's load-bearing capacity entirely dependent on four support arms welded to the side walls.

The welded surfaces of the four support arms had been cut to a critical point by the serrated surface of the Katachon's Fang an hour earlier. The moment the pins were kicked off, the structure, having lost its last mechanical locking mechanism, could no longer withstand any additional pressure.

"Boom!"

The fifteen-meter-long passageway floor, the moment the six orc boys charged to the center, their combined weight of several tons and the kinetic energy of their run caused the remaining welded surfaces to snap off. The entire passageway collapsed downwards, like a bridge whose foundation had been removed.

The metal plate, weighing tens of tons, carrying six orc boys who were charging forward, plunged into a vertical shaft more than forty meters below.

“Waaa——”

Before the "Waaagh" could be finished, the sharp remnants of the support beams and the pointed metal protrusions at the bottom of the shaft brought an end to the six green-skinned workers.

[Extract 10 points of primordial soul energy.]

[The soul energy detected contains chaotic berserk factors.]

[Initiating the underlying law purification process... Purification complete.]

[Actual Life Points Gained: 7.]

[Life Points +7]

[Life Points +7]

[Life Points +7]

Six orc boys, 42 life points added.

Across the passage, forty or fifty surviving fart demons witnessed the entire incident.

"Liar! You despicable liar!"

"They killed the boss! That bastard cheated!"

"Kill him! Kill that shrimp!"

"Bang! Bang bang bang! Sizzle! Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"

Forty or fifty farts opened fire almost simultaneously.

Dead guns, cheap automatic guns, slingshots, and even a scoundrel who somehow pulled out a crudely made tubular bomb with a smoking fuse and hurled it forcefully toward Lawson.

Lawson and the five assassins retreated to the side, finding a safe blind spot on the side of the broken floor.

The farts' firing lasted for about fifteen seconds, which was the limit for their crudely made weapons.

Several of the guns jammed after being fired repeatedly, and two of them exploded, causing the gunman to scream in agony.

Just as Lawson was preparing to have number 2 and number 3 flank the other side from the side,

From deeper within the passage opposite, a massive orc army, like a green tsunami, was surging forward.

At least forty or fifty burly orc boys walked at the front of the procession.

Among the group of orc lads, there was one greenskin of exceptionally large size.

Those who arrived first saw their reinforcements and their morale soared instantly.

"They're here! The main force is here! Kill those shrimps!"

Lawson led the charge toward a ventilation duct entrance on the left wall that had been marked during previous explorations.

"Everyone evacuate! Get into the pipeline!"

Chapter 11 The Little Demon of the Subspace

The ventilation duct system of a derelict spaceship is an intricate three-dimensional spider web.

These pipes belonged to different warships hundreds of years ago. When these warships collided, squeezed, and merged in subspace to form this super steel graveyard with a diameter of 120 kilometers, their respective ventilation systems were also forcibly connected, twisted, broken, and reassembled during the collision.

But for Lawson, this was precisely the best battlefield.

They made seven or eight turns, and at some pipe intersections they even had to squeeze through sideways.

The roars and chaotic footsteps of the orcs behind him were repeatedly amplified by the echoes of the pipe system, making it sound as if pursuers were everywhere.

Just as they were crossing the fourth pipe intersection.

"There's a green-skinned creature." This came from Number 1's consciousness.

Through the consciousness exchange, Lawson saw from Number 1's perspective that a small group of green-skinned creatures were wandering in the corridor about thirty meters ahead, below the pipe exit.

Three orc boys and a dozen or so farts were idly wandering around in a wide corridor.

They clearly did not belong to the pursuing group behind them, but were just another small tribe that happened to be patrolling or foraging in this area.

"Charge!"

Taking a detour means wasting time, and time is the capital that the hundreds of green-skinned soldiers behind us can use to shorten the pursuit distance.

The moment Lawson landed, Katachon's Fang was already embedded in the armpit of the orc boy, aiming straight for the ventricular cluster above his heart.

The orc boy let out a furious roar and reached for Lawson's head with his other hand.

Lawson dodged to the side, his knee slamming heavily into its abdomen.

In that instant, Number 3's knife sliced ​​into its neck from the side, precisely severing its central spinal cord.

[Life Points +7]

Number 1 and Number 4 teamed up to deal with the second orc boy.

The two men, one in front and one behind, used their blades to block the sweeping steel pipe welded with nails, while Number 4 thrust the Katachon's Fang into its kidney from the side and rear, forcefully stirring it towards the heart area above.

The orc boy turned around with a wail. Number 4 had already retreated, and Number 1 delivered the finishing blow, striking the carotid artery and severing most of its neck.

[Life Points +7]

The third orc boy was attacked from both sides by numbers 2 and 5. He wielded a huge scimitar to parry left and right, and actually managed to hold out for nearly five seconds under the combined attack of the two burly men from Katachon.

But five seconds later, Number 5 severed its right Achilles tendon with a single strike. As the orc boy fell forward, Number 2 plunged the Katachon Fang into the back of its head, destroying the cerebral cortex that would have allowed it to struggle a little longer even after being shot in the head.

[Life Points +7]

Those scoundrels are not worth mentioning.

They scattered and fled after the three orc boys fell, and Lawson didn't even bother to hunt them down.

The six people continued running forward.

The footsteps coming from inside the pipe grew closer.

Lawson led his men through a displaced door that had been deformed to the point where only a half-meter-wide gap remained, and then they climbed over a metal platform.

Just then, he spotted an excellent hiding place.

A small shuttle of unknown era was wedged at an angle in the gap between two decks.

Its fuselage was severely deformed by the compression, but the cockpit and the cargo hold in the middle were basically intact, forming a narrow and enclosed space that was about six meters long and less than one and a half meters wide.

More importantly, because the shuttle is wedged into the mezzanine at an angle of nearly 45 degrees, its entrance is located in an extremely inconspicuous position.

"Go in."

The six people quickly crawled into the wreckage of the shuttle.

Number 2 entered last, and he rearranged the metal fragments outside to further obscure the entrance.

Then they quieted down.

Outside, the thunderous footsteps of orcs echoed past the wreckage of the shuttle.

Where did those damn shrimps go?

"Smell it! Smell the stench of those shrimp!"

"I can't smell anything! It smells like rust everywhere!"