Warhammer: Empire Reboot

That's not like the false satiety signal that disappears half an hour after eating corpse starch.

This signal is continuous.

His body is saying: Nutrition is here! Your muscles, your bones, your blood can all get the raw materials they need from this.

Colvin finished the entire ration.

He sat in the trench, still clutching a second piece in his hand.

He lowered his head.

A drop of liquid landed on the surface of the second ration, and a small dark dot appeared on the green ration block.

Colvin didn't raise his hand to wipe his face; in the trench, no one would laugh at him for it.

His comrade next to him, a veteran in his thirties whose last name Colvin couldn't recall, was also eating. The veteran ate more slowly than Colvin. He broke his rations into small pieces, put each small piece into his mouth, and chewed for a long time before swallowing.

The trench fell silent.

Hundreds of soldiers, covered in mud and blood, squatted in their positions, putting green rations into their mouths.

Some people were crying, their tears mixing with the mud on their faces, drawing light-colored marks on their cheekbones.

Some people are laughing, their mouths stuffed with food, their lips upturned, their eyes squinting. That kind of laughter is uncontrollable, unrelated to facial expressions; it's an instinctive reaction from the body after receiving the signal, "You've finally eaten something good."

Some people have no expression.

At the very front of the trench, a soldier slowly stood up.

Colvin didn't know his name. He was wearing the same gray training uniform as everyone else, and had a wound on his face that hadn't scabbed over yet. His laser gun was leaning against the trench wall.

He turned southeast, toward the direction of the First Hive City, whose spires drew a jagged outline on the horizon.

He knelt down on one knee.

No one ordered him to do that.

More and more people knelt on the ground with him.

It goes without saying who improved their meals.

The Emperor's angel of death and the living saint are in this direction.

Lawson's consciousness withdrew from the White Tiger Armored Death Soldier in the distance and returned to the No. 1 Nest Command Center.

The soldiers' reaction proved one thing: the new rations were a great success, and he was very satisfied.

Because in another cycle, that is, half a month, the second batch of orcs will be ready for slaughter.

Moreover, the seaweed's "Arsenal Passage" has been stabilized.

However, there is a problem with drying seaweed: the drying process destroys some vitamins and active enzymes.

If fresh seaweed is transported directly, and after being cut into pieces and processed, it is made into canned fresh food together with orc meat, the amount of nutrients locked in can be increased by at least three times.

BeeSwarm has already tested seven formulas in the biological laboratory, three of which have passed safety tests.

The best one is designated "Spark-3". It is made by mixing fresh seaweed flakes with orc meat paste, adding natural salt extracted from the seaweed, and then filling and sealing it after high-temperature sterilization.

It has a shelf life of approximately 180 days and a taste far superior to dried food blocks.

"Next step: transporting fresh seaweed."

The three cubic meter transport channels of the ammunition depot will be repurposed from transporting dried blocks to transporting pre-processed fresh seaweed bags.

Meanwhile, three abandoned metal processing plants in Zhongchao, the second nest city, were requisitioned and converted into canning production lines.

Nest doesn't lack labor or metal container stamping equipment; what it lacked were raw materials and formulas, and now it has both.

“The commoners of the hive under my rule.” Lawson stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the endless lights of the hive below. “It’s time to change our way of life.”

Lawson's thoughts quickly shifted from food to something else.

This made him even happier than improving the starch blocks.

After the first cycle of the breeding farm ended, the beastmen were sold, slaughtered, and their life energy was recovered. After the whole process was completed, the bee colony thinking gave the final statistics: 900 million life points.

900 million! I've never been this rich before.

We didn't gain this much even after blowing up the entire wrecked spaceship.

In the days of fighting the orcs on the outskirts of the hive, the total number of kills on the front lines was just over a million.

A single cycle for a breeding farm costs 900 million.

This is only the first cycle; the number of animals slaughtered in the second cycle will be even higher.

More importantly, it is recyclable.

As long as the culture medium has an organic matter supply, and as long as the orc spores continue to grow, this money-printing machine will not stop.

Lawson used to be very stingy.

No, we don't need to anymore.

With 900 million points in hand, the world is your oyster.

He brought up the assassin quota panel in the swarm mind.

Based on his current jump level, the maximum number of combat-type suicide soldiers is 5. He currently has 3.

Difference: 2.

The exchange price for a platoon leader-level assassin is 300 points per person, so 2 people would cost 600 million points.

"Exchange them," Lawson ordered. "Twenty thousand platoon-level combat suicide soldiers."

Redemption complete.

Total number of combat-type suicide soldiers: 50000, which has reached the current limit.

Twenty thousand new souls lit up in the network of swarm intelligence.

50000 combat-type suicide soldiers.

In the next cycle—in another half month—after the second batch of 900 million points arrives, he will gradually promote these suicide soldiers to the rank of company commander.

If we can't increase the quantity at this stage, then we should increase our combat power.

With the warp energy gained from cleaning up the Nerubian hive, plus the surplus from the previous cleanup, the current warp energy is close to exceeding 800,000.

There are still more than 200,000 genetic leaps away from the next one.

Once we conquer Planet 1, it should be close to the end. The governor of Planet 1 is a follower of Khorne himself, and Lawson doesn't even dare to imagine how many heretics are on that planet.

We currently have 300 million life points remaining.

"Non-combat casualties: 15."

The exchange price for non-combat suicide soldiers is much lower, 20 points per person. 15 people, 300 million points, just enough to spend.

15 new consciousness nodes went online simultaneously in swarm intelligence.

They were placed in different locations across the three hives by the swarm intelligence.

Originally, 10 non-combat suicide soldiers covered approximately 3000 red nodes and 12000 orange nodes.

With 25 people, the swarm intelligence strategy immediately expanded its coverage to all 8 yellow nodes and began to penetrate into more than 30 gray nodes.

Each person's position, tasks, hierarchical relationships, and work schedule have all been arranged.

In 31 seconds, 15 people arrived at their posts.

This is the concept of swarm intelligence.

Lawson could sense that as the number of assassins increased, the swarm intelligence itself responded faster, analyzed more deeply, and could handle more and more parallel tasks at the same time.

Not only is swarm intelligence becoming stronger, but Lawson himself is also changing.

He could feel the psionic energy surging within him, stronger and more obedient than before.

Lawson left the command post and came to a spacious platform on the top floor of Hive One. This place was originally the sky garden of the Hive nobles, but now it is just a gray empty space.

It's big and spacious.

Living metal spreads, grows, and takes shape like liquid mercury.

Two steel wings unfolded behind him.

Lawson flapped its wings and left the ground.

The speed was much faster than last time, and it rose to a height of 100 meters in three seconds before starting to maneuver.

Turn left, turn right, stop suddenly, dive, pull up.

Steelwings' response was almost instantaneous.

"Send a few people here," he ordered, using swarm intelligence.

Six assassins emerged.

Lawson hovered 80 meters in the air, looking down at them.

"Shoot me."

Six assassins raised their weapons and aimed at the winged figure in the sky.

Four lines of fire intertwined and shot towards Lawson.

With a swift flap of his steel wings, Steel Wings shifted three meters to the right, and two explosive shells grazed past his left side, trailing orange flames as they flew into the distance.

At the same time, he slid downwards, dodging a laser beam.

The fourth explosive round was fired in a homing trajectory, following his descent.

Lawson opened and closed his wings, rapidly taking off.

The bomb grazed past his feet and self-destructed five meters behind him, its fragments striking the back of the steel wings with a clanging sound.

He traced an arc in the air and returned to a height of 80 meters.

The pacing is okay, but not fast enough.

"Open fire, don't stop."

Six weapons unleashed their firepower simultaneously, turning the sky into a net of fire.

Red laser beams, orange explosive tail flames, and blue-white plasma spheres enveloped Lawson from six different angles.