Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Erich lifted the alloy box with one hand and led the way.

The female engineer from Wotan followed beside him and casually asked, "Hey, Erich, where can I buy a torque wrench with a gauge of 12mm or larger around your camp?"

"The third underground strategic supply depot has twelve different alloy ratios of standard wrenches, all with a torque of over 4,000 Nm."

"Okay, take me to pick out a couple of ones that I like later."

Late that night.

A private application for requisition has been updated on the logistics network approval terminal of the first civil reconstruction district in Krieg.

[Applicant: Assault Engineer - Erich, original designation K-88-441]

[Request for supplies: One set of precision forged titanium alloy torque wrench]

[Supply Usage Classification: Private Non-Combat Claim]

Reason for application: She needs it.

After the Emperor himself descended upon Krieg and declared the atonement of old sins in the name of the Lord of Mankind, the central administrative body of the Seal Keeper compiled a "List of Special Historical Remains" that was thousands of pages long.

This list enumerates the enormous spiritual debts that the Empire has accumulated over the past ten thousand years in a state of blind despair, demanding from countless legions, families, religious orders, and the world under the guise of "the Emperor's name."

Thousands of penitent chapters, stripped of their designations on trumped-up charges, are sent on endless suicidal expeditions into deep space.

Because of a vague divine oracle ten thousand years ago, they have been self-imposed confinement in a vacuum monastery, and for generations they have been ascetic nuns who have severed their tongues and optic nerves.

To atone for the defeat of an ancestor in battle, they transformed the entire planet into a feudal knight family that blindly followed the labor prisons for generations.

And those extreme dioceses that voluntarily throw hundreds of millions of newborns into biochemical furnaces in exchange for the purity of their souls, simply because of a statement made by a local state bishop.

These religious fanaticisms and historical deadlocks can certainly be forcibly suppressed by the government alone, relying on administrative iron fist and combat orders.

But in the cognitive logic of many of the world's underworld and ancient religious orders, what they revere and obey is never the parchment bills of Terra's government covered with dark gold sealing wax, but rather the god that resides in their theological world.

Now, the gods have stepped down from their thrones.

These iron chains, which had held them together for ten thousand years, could only be broken by that person's own hands.

……

Thus, in the time following their departure from Krieg, the Emperor and Regent Robert Guilliman's daily schedules were under immense strain.

Interstellar transport via stasis fields is indeed extremely convenient.

You can cross from one star sector to another in the blink of an eye.

However, this strategically miraculous mobility brought a new kind of torment to Guilliman, who was responsible for coordinating specific tasks.

During his years leading the Unyielding Expedition, even when facing warp storms and alien fleets, Guilliman still had some personal time during the long voyages of warship warp-ups.

Take a short break in the bridge study, sip a warm cup of fruit wine, and review the logistics lists submitted by the various legions.

Now, even this brief respite on the journey has been completely taken away.

One second they were in the Sanctuary World of Storm Starfield, listening to the High Priestess recount the two-thousand-year-old commandments of atonement and issuing a disbandment order on the spot.

The next second, with a flash of spatial light, he found himself standing on the metal deck of a heavily armored vassal world in the Taiping Starfield, ready to meet a group of pilot guild representatives who were kneeling on the ground and dared not get up.

Absolute efficiency leads to absolute busyness.

Inside a temporary logistics transit and supply station located in an agricultural world on the border of the extreme star field.

Before Guilliman could even pull back the chair behind him and sit down, the miniature neural terminal of the Seal Master's Mansion once again popped up a mission light screen in the void.

Looking at the long list of unread messages on the screen, the Imperial Regent, who was known for his boundless energy, finally couldn't help but pinch his brow and let out a sigh.

“Father… I feel like my workload has more than tripled since you fully recovered and stepped down from the throne?”

“I would rather go back to Macurag and face the inventory reports of the three halls. At least in that study, I can decide for myself when to water the plants on the windowsill.”

The Emperor patted his thirteenth son on the shoulder and comforted him, "Bear with it, Robert. Can't you see that I, as his father, am also running around errands to balance accounts?"

Guilliman looked at the rosy-cheeked human lord beside him and for a moment couldn't find any words to refute him.

The emperor, on the other hand, was more open-minded than him.

After sitting on the golden throne for ten thousand years, being able to walk, speak, and personally handle these long-standing debts owed by the empire was no longer torture for him, but at most annoyance.

Guilliman sighed resignedly and looked down to open the document that had just been issued by the cornerstone node.

However, when the information inside the light screen was decrypted and arranged in rows, Guilliman's expression froze.

The emperor sensed the unusual atmosphere: "What's wrong?"

Guilliman did not answer, but simply raised his hand and pushed the floating light screen toward the Emperor.

[Special Task by the Seal Keeper's Office]

[Target: Peturabo]

Location: Comoros Deep Lockdown Zone, Nineteenth Dimension Fractal

[Situation Summary: The target is using the remnants of the iron ring, the Dark Eldar's spatial cutting device, and the core of the Demon Engine to reconstruct a temporary dimensional support framework in an attempt to pry open the Comoros's sealed-off boundary.]

[Current Status: Escape route has been cut off by the combat sequence; the target area has been suppressed by Blackrock and grounded; the possibility of external reinforcements is low]

[Recommended course of action: to be personally confirmed by the Emperor]

[Note: Lord Lawson's original words - This is your family's old score.]

The emperor looked at the mission document, his eyes filled with exhaustion.

"He still found the way. How could he not know that finding the way meant certain death?"

Guilliman asked with a complicated expression, "This does resemble Peturabo. What are you planning to do?"

The emperor exhaled.

A static light curtain unfolded in front of the two of them.

The next moment, the two arrived at the dimensional ruins deep within Comoros.

……

The Office of the Seal Keeper.

On the Comoros deep structure diagram, the scarlet icon representing Peturabo flashed a few times before going out.

Peturabo is dead.

Lawson nodded.

"As expected."

……

Although the Emperor has been kept on a tight schedule by Lawson these days, Lawson himself has not been idle either.

After the empire reconnected its complete territory, the strategic center redeployed a significant portion of its fleet away from its original defensive lines.

One of the highest priority targets is the Terran Zerg.

There was no official start date for this war.

Because the Terran fleet never stopped feeding.

Since the empire completed its unification, the whole situation has become strange.

The Terran fleet found it increasingly difficult to find a place to attack.

A Tyranid branch fleet, numbering over 10 billion biological units, has located an agricultural star system with four habitable planets on the edge of the Pacific Sector.

Based on past experience, such star systems with limited defenses, dense populations, and well-developed ecosystems are practically food laid out on the table.

The pioneer spores had even infiltrated the local ecosystem three months in advance.

As soon as the main Tyranid fleet escaped the shadow of the subspace, a large number of gravitational beacons lit up on the back of the star ahead.

Three imperial expeditionary fleets have been waiting there for seventeen days.

The moment the Terran fleet appeared, the first round of artillery fire locked onto them.

Many escort ships were burned through before they even entered effective combat range, and the internal life-sustaining tissues rapidly died in the vacuum.

The Zhenyue-class heavy warship then opened fire.

The Terran bio-warship's prized armor and regenerative tissue are of little use against this attack.

One of the Terran's main bio-ships even retained its original shape, but its internal structure was torn apart by its own mass.

As the war progressed, the Swarm Consciousness encountered a very difficult problem for the first time.

The empire updates even faster.

The Void Dragon possesses knowledge of physics from the ancient era of the Star Gods.

UR-025 and the four Ancestral Spirit Cores are responsible for breaking down those wildly imaginative designs into engineering solutions that can be understood by the industrial system.

Tens of thousands of foundries and automated industrial zones are engaged in production.

Often, the Terran fleet has just traded the casualties of a war for an adaptation to Imperial weapons.

The next time they encountered the Imperial fleet, their weapons had been upgraded.

Swarm consciousness requires the consumption of biomass for targeted evolution.

The empire only needs to update the production parameters.

One of Tyronn's biggest advantages has now been reversed.

As for numbers, the human empires of the past were indeed afraid of engaging in attrition battles with the Terrans, but things are different now.

Even if the Terran fleet occasionally breaks through the Imperial Navy's blockade and drops spores onto a planet, the ground war they face is different from the past.

The swarm no longer encountered ordinary Astral Army soldiers prepared to risk their lives to plug the breach, but rather waves of foundational heavy units and modular firepower platforms.

The combat sequence will only enter the battlefield when high-intensity close combat is required.

These war units, whose physical strength reaches the peak of the Primarch level, are even more powerful than the Zerg swarm.

Later, some imperial generals even began to deliberately allow a small number of Terran units to land.

The reason is simple: to test new equipment.

As a result, the battle damage record of the Terran fleet began to look increasingly worse.