Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Inside the computer room, a female technocrat who looked to be in her sixties stood next to the main compressor unit, which had been damaged by strong acid corrosion.

She held a second acid capsule in her hand, preparing to sabotage the backup unit.

Just then, she heard heavy metallic footsteps behind her.

He turned his head away.

Jia Shiyi's white tiger helmet and mask were less than two meters away from her.

In extreme fear, she screamed and threw the acid capsule in her hand at Jia Shiyi's mask.

The capsule burst open on the surface of a living metal object.

The 98% concentration of the fluoroantimony mixture began to corrode, emitting a harsh hissing sound.

The high-speed movement of nanoscale living metal particles replaces the corroded molecular layers, completely absorbing and neutralizing the destructive power of the strong acid.

The armor surface is as smooth as new.

Jia Shiyi grabbed his accomplice by the collar, just like he would a lab rat.

"Water Purification Guild. Atmospheric Circulation Processor #2 Maintenance Technician. ID A-7742. Marked as a suspected rebel."

A emotionless electronic voice emanated from the helmet of the 11th armor.

This is the result obtained by the swarm intelligence system automatically comparing the database of the Ministry of Justice.

The woman was casually tossed into a corner.

Two company commander-level suicide soldiers stepped forward, broke her shinbone with one foot, and took her into custody.

Jia Shiyi turned around and stared at the damaged compressor unit.

The main bearing was corroded and fractured by acid, rendering it inoperable. However, the main structure of the unit remains intact.

Imperial equipment is not standardized at all, but the laws of physics apply throughout the universe.

Lawson, through skill sharing, instilled in the assassins his knowledge of Earth-era mechanical engineering and materials science, and at this moment, took over the maintenance procedures.

Two company commander-level suicide soldiers strode toward the corner of the machine room.

There was a decommissioned, redundant piece of equipment there.

They forcibly removed an alloy bearing of similar size.

Swarm optimization precisely calculates tolerance ranges, coefficients of thermal expansion and contraction, and rotational torque.

The assassins placed the removed bearings onto the damaged main shaft of the unit.

The assassin activated the chainsaw sword, using high-frequency vibration to cut away the excess metal edges, and finally used the residual heat from the high-frequency hot melt grenade to spot weld it.

His actions were as brutal as those of a ruthless bandit, but the results were remarkable.

7 minute later.

Repairs completed.

Jia Shiyi pulled down the start switch.

The damaged compressor unit emitted a dull hum, and the repaired bearings spun at high speed in the lubricating oil.

Atmospheric processor #2 restarted.

Fresh, filtered oxygen began to flow back into the nest within Nest City 2 through the enormous ventilation ducts.

The lifeline for two million people has been restored.

Similar scenes were simultaneously playing out at 45 key nodes in the three nest cities.

The nerve centers of 8 non-combat suicide soldiers and 1045 elite combat suicide soldiers were seamlessly connected.

They have formed a comprehensive disaster relief network with no information delays, from the underlying structure to the top-level logical scheduling.

Fifteen minutes after the attack began, all atmospheric processors in the three hive cities resumed operation, and oxygen levels began to rise.

18 minutes - Power grid was restored.

20 minutes - Communication system restored.

In the 22nd minute, all the locked isolation gates were manually opened or forcibly removed.

The crisis erupted when Vespera pulled the lever.

The system was completely suppressed and order was restored.

Total time: 22 minutes.

Vespera's calculated "4 to 6-hour window for imperial bureaucratic response" was brutally compressed to a fraction of its original size by Losen's unconventional system.

The final casualty statistics have been finalized.

The combined death toll from the three nests in Zhongchao is approximately 52500, with about 19 seriously injured.

For Vespera, this number is approximately zero.

What she needs is a base of fifty million souls.

……

Nest No. 3, the secret chamber of the Spire District.

The light levels inside the crystal ball suddenly stopped after a rapid increase of about 12 minutes.

It paused for less than a minute.

Then it began to descend.

One by one, the lights went out, and no more new pulses of despair were injected.

Vespera put down his wine glass without expression.

Only 22 minutes had passed in total.

This is impossible at the physical level.

This would not exist in any of the Empire's military defense textbooks.

She lived for 160 years, a lifespan bestowed upon her by the Lord of All Changes.

She had witnessed firsthand how the empire's massive, bloated bureaucracy had dealt with countless crises in the Nest City.

The fastest instance was the suppression of a rebellion on Amagdon by an admiral hailed as a tactical genius, which still took a full three hours to complete the initial troop movements and restore order.

Vespera's brain was working at lightning speed.

She is an extremely shrewd businesswoman.

He was so shrewd that he could conduct futures negotiations face-to-face with the high-ranking Archmage "Fate Weaver" and escape unscathed.

The more desperate the situation, the colder and clearer her logic became.

She began to work backwards.

That "Astartes" possessed a troop deployment capability she couldn't comprehend at all. It was a kind of long-range teleportation that didn't rely on the subspace network or involve spacecraft. Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to explain how elite Astartes-class heavy armored units could instantly appear from the front lines of the lower nest to the enclosed server room of the middle nest in just a few minutes.

Furthermore, she suspected that this Astartes possessed a covert surveillance network covering the entire city of billions. This network did not rely on the Ministry of Justice's electronic cameras. Its numbers were enormous, and it had deeply penetrated into the lowest levels of civilian and labor classes. Her Plan B was detected and precisely countered within four minutes of its activation. This meant that his "eyes and ears" were stationed near every compromised node.

His response speed and decision-making efficiency were also off; they were definitely not at the level of a Space Marine's brain. Unless he possessed some kind of supercomputing array that surpassed even the Great Sage of the Cult of Mechanics, his brain had undergone some kind of alienation that exceeded the limits of human cognition.

The deduction is complete, and the conclusion is generated.

This opponent far exceeded her previous tactical assessment.

She was not facing a "particularly capable Space Marine warlord" at all.

She was facing something she had never seen before.

Vespera leaned back in his chair.

The normal pupil of the left eye and the purple nebula crystal of the right eye were closed.

She was a follower of Tzeentch.

The core of the doctrine of the ever-changing master, the cunning one, can be summed up in one word: change.

When all plans have failed, don't try to salvage a pile of chips that have already turned to ashes.

The strategy must be completely changed, and the original chessboard overturned.

Vespera raised his hand.

Her fingertips held a delicate brooch inlaid with a deep blue gemstone.

This is the anchor communicator given to her by the great demon "Weaver of Fate" Sal Corax.

It can send extremely short-range psionic directional signals to the Greater Demon through the ripples in the lower layers of the warp without alerting the Starlight Watchers and the Starspeakers array.

She pressed the blue gem.

Microscopic energy collapse occurs inside the crystal.

"The Noble One of Change".

Vespera showed no fear whatsoever of the impending draining of his soul.

"Goods cannot be delivered on time, and our harvesting channels have been cut off by unknown higher-order variables."

"I beg..."

A crazy smile curled at the corners of her lips.

"Renegotiate."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the sealed room dropped by ten degrees Celsius.

The deep blue gem in Vespera's hand emitted high-frequency radiation.

The eerie light converged and collapsed directly in front of her retina, eventually condensing into a giant eye with a diameter of over one meter.

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The giant eye is composed of pure blue subspace flames, and its pupils display irregular geometric polygonal variations.

This is the Peeping Eye of Thrall Corax, the High Archmage Fateweaver of Tzeentch.

A sound wave that does not belong to the frequency range of the material universe bypassed the auditory nerve and vibrated in Vespera's cerebral cortex.