Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The battle formation advanced like a bulldozer at the front lines.

Along with the living metal, a large number of spatially ordered products also flooded into the system:

High-purity live metal recovery complete.

[Analysis and Interception: Fragments of Higher Dimensional Space]

[The underlying spatial structure of the portable arsenal is being reinforced...]

The notification message keeps refreshing in the background.

The core revenue also comes from the deep space battlefield.

After the main fleet advanced, the dedicated combat recovery team boarded the ships directly using the stasis field.

The amount of space materials and living metal contained in a single Sickle-class harvester, which is several kilometers long, is far greater than that contained in hundreds of thousands of undead infantry.

When the first large undead warship was disintegrated and devoured, Lawson's personal dimensional space expanded.

The void debris and ground forces within three star systems were harvested, and the accumulation rate of space fragments broke historical records.

[Fragments from higher dimensions continue to be forged...]

The physical boundaries of the personal arsenal have been expanded.

[Current Armory Space Specifications Updated:]

Length: 30 kilometers

Width: 30 kilometers

[Altitude: 30 km]

It has a length, width and height of 30 kilometers each, and a total of 27,000 cubic kilometers of independent folding space.

This means that what was once a space used only for storing individual soldiers' munitions and heavy equipment has now evolved into a strategic logistics hub capable of accommodating multiple full-strength fleets and millions of heavy marine corps.

By the third month of the war, the Necromancers' battle lines had begun to shrink across the board.

This is a war that is getting worse and worse as it goes on.

For every tomb the Necromancers lose, the human Empire's war machine grows stronger.

By the end of the third month, the Sotek dynasty and the Szarek faction had lost large swathes of their outer control territory.

Two rulers who used to hate each other so much that they wanted to kick each other off the throne had finally been forced to sit together.

The flagship of the Silent King, the Song of Annihilation.

Inside the royal court hall, Imotek sat at one end of a long table, while Szarek occupied the main seat.

Surrounding them were emperors, overlords, and high-ranking tomb engineers from more than a dozen necromantic dynasties.

Szarek, seated on his throne, remained silent for a long time before finally giving his decision:

"The Triune Council will broadcast an awakening signal to the entire galaxy at its highest frequency. All dynasties that can respond will decide for themselves whether to participate in the war."

Imotek scoffed, "At this point, you still want to maintain your ridiculous notion of feudal lords' freedom?"

Szarek's metallic face revealed no emotion: "Sixty million years ago, on the eve of the Great Slumber, I personally shattered the agreement of absolute control over the entire race, and I will not reactivate it today."

Imotek coldly withdrew his gaze and stopped arguing.

At this moment, a high-ranking overlord of the Sothek Dynasty reported in a deep voice: "Storm Lord, there is still no sign of troop movement from Solemnas."

"Don't mention that madman Tarasin to me!"

Tarashin the Endless, a guy even the Necromancer himself thinks has something wrong with his head.

Solemnas possesses a vast collection, including weapons, armies, alien creatures, and even complete battlefields from various eras of the galaxy.

When it comes to the survival of the race, those things can certainly play a huge role.

Therefore, Imotek personally issued a summons to him.

Tarasin's reply was only one sentence.

[Not participating]

The reason is even more infuriating.

The scale of the war was too large, and it could easily damage the museum's collection.

Imotek almost ordered an attack on Solemnas on the spot.

A French emperor said coldly, "After we drive back the humans, we should deal with Tarasin first."

"I agree."

"The vast amount of war resources collected by Solemnas should have been returned to the dynasty."

“Tear down his museum.”

For a moment, the French emperor in the hall actually reached a consensus, which was quite rare.

Only Szarek, who was in the main position, remained silent.

The Silent King knew that simply awakening more tomb worlds would not be enough to turn the tide of the battle.

The speed of technological iteration, the ability to digest high-dimensional materials, and the combat power that does not conform to the physiological limits of carbon-based species that the human empire has now demonstrated have long surpassed common sense.

What troubled him most was the ruler of the empire, Lawson, who single-handedly rebuilt the entire empire.

Even now, Szarek is still unable to build an analytical model of that man's life form in the database.

The instant this thought crossed the core of my logic—

The piercing, highest-level air raid siren simultaneously resounded throughout the [Song of Annihilation].

[High-dimensional space intrusion detected]

[Outer Phase Deflection Shield: Untouched]

[Ship's gravity anchoring and dimensional blocking array: operating normally]

The physical intruder has breached the defenses and is now physically materializing at the Royal Court's central hub.

Imotek suddenly stood up: "This is impossible!!"

This is the flagship core of the Supreme Commander of the Necromancers in space. The space blocking and phase locking technologies are the crystallization of the Infinite Empire from 60 million years ago.

Even the necromancer's own short-range teleportation array could never penetrate this physical barrier without obtaining the underlying key.

However, that light curtain ignored all known jump logic.

It's like opening a door out of thin air with your finger on a blank sheet of paper in the real world.

The light screen unfolds.

Lawson was the first to step out.

Beside him, a human emperor with long, black hair stepped forward.

Further on, Imperial Regent Robert Guilliman and First Army Commander Leon Eljonsson walked out side by side, their swords hanging at their sides.

The four of them descended directly into the core of power where the two supreme leaders of the undead were located.

Imotek's eyes blazed with a crimson light: "Crush them!!"

The hundreds of undead guards stationed around the royal court and the Trinity Guard simultaneously completed their tactical convergence.

As the death line loomed over him, Lawson simply clenched his fist in the air.

[Real-world sovereignty: Resetting the micro-dimensional perspective].

A lich guard who had just taken two steps suddenly stopped.

Its body, constructed of living metal, began to collapse towards the center.

A few seconds later, a two-meter-tall elite undead creature transformed into a silver metal sphere less than half a meter in diameter.

Within the royal court, more and more undead units are losing their original forms.

The spatial scale, material structure, and inertial rules of this region are inherently subject to the will of another person.

Szarek stared intently at Lawson.

"Star God".

Imotek, realizing something as well, exclaimed in shock and anger, "You have stolen the authority of the Star God!"

"How dare you tamper with the supreme laws of the material universe? You are destined to become the eternal enemy of all the undead in space!!"

Lawson stared at the enraged Imotek and said sarcastically, "As if we were old friends who could sit down and have tea together before today."

Imotek stepped forward, his heavy battle blade surging with lightning: "Arrogant human! Sixty million years ago, we were able to tear apart a Star God; today, in the material universe, we can crush you just as easily!!"

Lawson shook his head: "You seem to have misunderstood something. What I possess goes far beyond the authority of the Star God."

Lawson snapped his fingers.

Imotek, who was about to swing his blade, froze, and the blade in his hand clattered to the ground.

The Storm Lord lowered his head.

The living metal on the surface of his arm is softening.

The alloy shell degenerates into a pale membrane, calcium is released from the metal skeleton under remodeling, dried blood vessels weave through muscle fibers, and blood is generated under the catalysis of [Life Reforging] and pumped out through the newly formed ventricle!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

A series of heartbeats resounded from deep within my chest.

"No...no!!"

Imotek roared, "What did you do to me?"

Lawson looked down at him: "Let me give you a good jolt before you die, to see what your original flesh and blood are like."

This time, Lawson did not fix his genetic defects as he had done with the two young girls from Nova Magno.

【Life Reconstruction】Reverse reconstruction based on the genetic blueprint of those who fear death from millions of years ago.

Moreover, it is directly restructured into a state where the life cycle is about to end.

Imotek's spine is hunched.

His skin was covered with age spots and wrinkles, his eyes were sunken, and his gray hair kept falling out. His hands, which were once capable of tearing through armor with his bare hands, were trembling, and his breathing was like that of a broken bellows.