Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"These short-legged cave-dwelling creatures have treated this monumental computing power, capable of reshaping the cosmos, as a massive neurological septic tank filled with trivial neighborhood disputes!"

"They stuffed garbage into it from the Dark Ages for a full 20,000 years. The fact that this mainframe didn't self-melt down because its storage pool was filled with household garbage before it was driven mad by Leviathan is already the highest praise for the engineering quality of the Golden Age."

Upon hearing this, a high sage of the Mechanicocracy coughed lightly: "Chief Advisor, I have an objection. In the sacred binary truth of Om Messiah, the life experiences and clan memories accumulated over millennia can all be regarded as the sacred sedimentation of experience and the sublimation of computing power of the machine soul over the long years..."

"Shut your voice, Red Robe!"

UR-025 directly interrupted the other party's religious explanation.

"If you consider all those rituals you do all day—pouring oil into the vents and burning incense over the circuit boards—as sedimentation, then all the computers in the galaxy should have collectively awakened to godhood 20,000 years ago, and then collectively detonated their reactors to commit suicide in order to escape you bunch of carbon-based idiots!"

Despite being so humiliated in front of everyone, none of these high-ranking sages, who usually wielded great power in various forging worlds, showed the slightest anger.

The great sages stared intently at the original STC code flowing in mid-air.

So beautiful! So magnificent!

Faced with pure technological marvels, they would gladly accept being called scrap metal by their ill-tempered chief advisor.

So what if I get scolded? It's not like I'll die!

They would do anything to let them touch and participate in the restoration of this miraculous ancient core.

UR-025 retracted the light screen and looked at the three thousand T-series engineers beside it:

"Execute the first phase cleanup command and take over the computing nodes by sector."

Three thousand T-series engineers began work.

High-density superconducting optical fibers are quickly connected to the protective interface on the periphery of the core.

These T-sequence engineers all have independent node computing power allocated by swarm intelligence.

Each node's computing power is equivalent to a million suicide soldiers connected in parallel.

Massive computing power is being deployed.

They efficiently cut off the data loop, forcibly resetting those dying echoes and redundant logs accumulated over 20,000 years to zero.

In less than ten minutes, the piercing screams echoing in the underground cavern quickly subsided.

The light from the violently twitching quantum computing column gradually stabilized, changing from a volatile blood red to a calm pale gold and deep blue.

Deeply buried ancient STC blueprints, heavy industry technology trees, and extreme environment engineering blueprints are being deciphered and archived layer by layer.

The T-sequence is also backed up during the working process, and the processed data is uploaded to the swarm intelligence database.

At this rate, after a maximum of seventy-two standard hours, this maddened mainframe will be completely purified and rebooted, becoming a flawless supercomputer that can directly access the Empire's strategic network.

If an Iron Man from the Golden Age could bring about such changes to the Empire, then this flawless supercomputer is even more likely to do so.

Lawson was starting to get excited.

He praised with satisfaction, "Well done. If we follow this logic of cleansing, can we also use the same method to save the damaged Ancestral Spirit Cores in the other territories of the Wotan Alliance that were torn apart by Leviathan?"

"of course can."

UR-025 moved its intricate mechanical knuckles.

"When those dwarves are facing a desperate situation, their last resistance often occurs on the periphery of the core. As long as the main structure of the quantum storage lattice is not directly blown into atoms by an antimatter weapon, for me it is nothing more than cleaning up a few trillion more lines of junk code."

"Then let's not waste any more time and go."

"In the core of the galaxy, there are three unclaimed treasure troves waiting for us to seize."

The stasis portal opened again deep underground.

With UR-025, Lawson traversed tens of thousands of light-years of gravitational dead zones in just a few hours, landing on three other completely destroyed Wotan Alliance homeworlds.

The headquarters of the Abyss Navigator Guild.

The entire fortress was half-submerged by geothermal lava, and the charred remains of tens of thousands of Hess Guardsmen were still stuck in front of the last gate of the core hall.

The Ancestral Spirit Core, which was scorching hot from the lava and was blaring alarms, managed to stop its logical collapse within thirty minutes thanks to the intervention of the freezing force field forcibly set up by the T-series assassins and the computing power of the swarm.

The Void Fortress of the Sons of the Anvil, an ancient behemoth floating in a belt of cold, rubble, has long since lost its power, its core filled with the corpses of tens of thousands of dead, exploding insects and solidified acid.

The moment UR-025 inserted the physical barrier into the motherboard, the ancestral mainframe, which had been in a state of perpetual silence, lit up again with a faint energy reading.

In the Crucible Abyss of the Stonebreaker Alliance, although a third of the outer protective layer of the Ancestral Spirit Core had been bitten off by the Digging Beast, the deep STC technology storage array was miraculously preserved and could be repaired!

Around these three supercomputing cores, a large number of T-series engineers, carrying complete sets of quantum purification arrays and storage modules, stepped out one after another and quickly took over every key node.

And so, the four core civilizations that embodied the cutting-edge heavy industrial wisdom of humanity's golden age lost their original masters under Leviathan's bloody blade, but in this desolate ruin, they were completely taken over by the Human Empire and brought into the clutches of the Sealholder's Palace.

After the human empire entered the battlefield, the war logic of the galactic core was rewritten.

In the long history of clashes between the Empire and the Tyranids, the Void Naval Wars were often a quagmire that left all the admirals breathless.

The Empire's massive artillery array unleashed tens of thousands of tons of high-explosive armor-piercing shells, while light spears tore through chitinous shells thousands of kilometers away.

Meanwhile, the Terran bio-ships rely on hundreds of millions of corrosive spore clouds to disperse laser energy, absorb kinetic energy impacts with an ultra-thick biological cuticle, and then drag Imperial cruisers into a bloody massacre of mutual destruction by boarding and biting them with live biochemical acid.

The two sides often maintain a fragile balance in terms of casualty ratios, which is extremely dire.

But in the heart of the galaxy today, this war calculation has collapsed.

Lawson's pre-war predictions were confirmed.

Sure enough, in Leviathan’s vast ancient gene pool, which had devoured several star systems, there was never any resistance sequence for the capital ships of humanity’s golden age.

Faced with the devastating firepower of the Imperial fleet, the Hive Will displayed an appalling emergency evolution capability in a very short time.

Around the core motherships of the seventh and eleventh main tentacles, tens of millions of heavily armored synaptic ships rapidly molted, their biochemical secretion glands frantically extracting heavy metal veins from the devoured world, forcibly growing a layer of composite chitinous heavy armor tens of kilometers thick on their outer shells, a mixture of fine steel and ultra-high density siliconized lattices.

Around those giant motherships, hundreds of millions of tons of biochemical spore sacs were detonated densely, spreading out a layer of deep black, dense, suspended cloud more than 1,500 kilometers thick in the outer atmosphere, attempting to completely scatter the high-energy beams and create a buffer zone in the vacuum to impede kinetic energy penetrating projectiles.

Logically speaking, the Terran fleet reacted quickly enough and its evolutionary direction was correct.

However, this defensive system, which in the past could have driven any sector fleet to despair, proved as fragile as a piece of toilet paper soaked in water in the face of the array of Golden Age warships.

There's absolutely no need to use the stellar spine cannon that the Burning Star possesses, powerful enough to pierce the solar corona.

The sheer force of the laws of physics was vividly demonstrated by the salvo of the ring-shaped gravity restraint cannons fired by the Zhenyue-class heavy capital ship.

The dark gold coils on the bow of the ship flickered, and invisible gravitational waves pierced directly through the writhing black cloud of spores.

The dense biochemical cloud known as the forbidden zone of light, along with the hundreds of millions of exploding jellyfish and microscopic parasites floating within it, was forcibly collapsed inward by an exploding gravitational force the moment it came into contact with the gravitational distortion field, and was completely annihilated.

Immediately afterwards, the pulsed gravitational collapse wave struck the heavily armored mothership behind them without any hindrance.

The steel and crystal lattice mixed within the biological shell emitted a shrill tearing sound when faced with the gravitational drop that ignored its defenses.

The massive flesh and viscera and thousands of incubation chambers deep within the mothership were directly crushed by its own tens of millions of tons of mass within microseconds.

The entire behemoth was as if it had been struck by an invisible cosmic hammer, collapsing inward on the spot into a twisted mass of flesh and blood, and was destroyed!

One by one, the main tentacles of Leviathan, which had bled the Wotan Alliance to its core, were severed in large numbers under the crossfire of the Imperial fleet.

The void was filled with biomass residue crushed by gravity and fragments of the outer shell completely carbonized by high-energy particle beams.

On the ground battlefield, the combat formations and saber-toothed tiger heavy mechs, in coordination with the static harvesting channels that descended from the sky, leveled the remaining insect swarms on each mining planet as if clearing away slag.

The galactic core was rapidly purged at an incredible speed.

The double-headed eagle banner of the human empire, along with the deep-space beacon of the Marker's Mansion, was planted on mining orbital stations and deep well fortresses that had just been freed from the jaws of the insects.

The Tyranid fleet was completely suppressed, suffering an even worse fate than before.

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Inside the Grom-Ka Heavy Rail Fortress of the Greater Turian Alliance.

Dozens of high-ranking Karls, Bloch master craftsmen, and clan councilors gathered in front of the holographic star map, their emotions extremely complex.

On the holographic screen, the crimson shadow representing the Zerg swarm was shrinking rapidly at a rate of tens of astronomical units per day, while the dark gold fleet representing the human empire was like a tightly sealed giant net, steadily covering most of the core star sector.

"The self-destruct fuses have been completely removed."

After reviewing the data, a master craftsman in charge of project safety finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"With the ancestral spirits above, we don't need to go to the Death Planet!"

Old Karlwald took a deep drag on his thick cigar, the red embers flickering in the dim cabin.

A mechanic pushed up his multispectral goggles, his voice dripping with bitterness: "I just secretly intercepted the thermal radiation spectrum emanating from their warship. Those lunatics actually crammed an entire miniature star, tightly bound by the star's constraining force field, into the warship's belly to act as a reactor! This is nothing short of a barbaric rape of the law of conservation of energy!"

"An utterly shameful waste of industrial resources!"

Karl, another officer in charge of mineral refining, immediately slammed his fist on the table in agreement: "Did you see that slender, dark gray warship fire just now? Not only did it pierce through the bug with a single main cannon shot, but the energy beam also spilled out of the vacuum for over 30,000 kilometers! How much high-purity deuterium and focusing crystals did that waste?"

"According to the cost accounting standards of the Great Tulian, the captain of that warship should be immediately dismissed and then punished by being sent to clean a ore sedimentation pool for five hundred years!"

"Come on, Olson."

The representative of the Kronusian hegemony leaned back in his chair, rubbing his aching temples.

"They fired a shot that pierced through 30,000 kilometers, and incidentally saved four of your deep well mining stations that were almost melted by biochemical acid. If it weren't for that wasted energy spear, you would be squatting in the data fragments of the ancestral spirit core, crying with your ancestors."

Olsen's face flushed red and then turned pale as he was hit where it hurt, and finally he spat out a mouthful of saliva viciously.

"I didn't ask them for help! So what if they're tall? So what if their ships are big? Those warships don't even have a decent mining crane or alloy pylons. They can't do anything but fight. They're just a bunch of useless blocks of iron with no productive value!"

A low, distinctive dwarven curse echoed from inside the command center.

However, after the initial sour feeling subsided, a more realistic gloom quickly enveloped the conference room.

Wald stubbed out his cigarette on the table and looked around at all the clan leaders present.

"Although the human empire saved us, they are no good either."

Old Karl pointed to the Imperial cruiser fleet on the star map that was setting up supply beacons along the major mining routes.

"The bugs were driven away, but those long-legged giants had no intention of packing up to go back to Terra."

Several Bloch master craftsmen wholeheartedly agreed, as they had never liked the human empire.

It is clearly shown on the hologram.

The Empire of Man's engineering transport ships are dumping modular space station components into several key gravity corridors, and tens of thousands of stealth fighters and reconnaissance patrols have taken over the outer patrol routes that originally belonged to the various alliances.

They attacked extremely quickly and advanced very steadily.

Wherever the battlefront advances, the Empire's logistical network takes root and flourishes there.

"They're treating the core of the galaxy like their own backyard."

"Was it with our consent?"