Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson's decree was extremely harsh: in times of chaos, severe punishments are necessary. Anyone who dared to take advantage of the chaos to loot in the streets would be executed on the spot.

"Fire."

One hundred heavy bomb guns roared simultaneously.

The deafening gunfire instantly ripped through the noise of the neighborhood. Large-caliber armor-piercing rounds swept over the three thousand unsuspecting gang thugs like a metal storm.

The first few hundred people didn't even have time to react before their upper bodies were instantly blasted apart by the kinetic energy of the bomb. Blood mist gushed out, and bits of flesh and entrails were scattered all over the filthy street.

The gang leader, who was shouting from atop the tracked vehicle, was struck precisely in the chest by a bomb. He was instantly blown to bits, like a watermelon stuffed with explosives.

"They opened fire! Fire back! Fire back!" The rioters who followed were terrified and raised their broken guns to fire wildly.

The bullets from the automatic guns left only white marks on the suicide soldiers' armor. The homemade shotgun shells couldn't even penetrate their special operations uniforms.

The suicide squad advanced steadily. The bomb guns maintained a precise burst fire rhythm, each shot a headshot or a direct severing of the torso.

This was a one-sided execution with no suspense whatsoever.

The courage of the three thousand gang thugs crumbled completely within ten seconds. They threw down their weapons, cried out, and turned to flee.

The plasma incinerator spewed out a high-temperature beam of light, sealing off both ends of the street.

The massacre lasted less than two minutes.

Block 61 was covered with a thick layer of mutilated corpses. Blood flowed wildly through the sewer grates.

One hundred riot police officers, their faces expressionless, stepped over piles of corpses and crossed the river of blood, continuing their advance to the next block.

The same bloody crackdown unfolded simultaneously in hundreds of blocks across the five hive cities.

Those gang leaders, local bullies, and rioters who thought they could get a share of the spoils in this chaotic world were about to experience the shortest and deadliest nightmare of their lives.

The suicide riot squads were like ruthless steamrollers, crushing any sparks of unrest that dared to rise into ashes with heavy firepower.

The massacre lasted a full three hours. The streets of the city were cleaned up spotless.

The surviving civilians huddled in tin shacks, trembling as they listened to the sound of tank tracks crushing corpses outside.

Just then, the public broadcasting networks at all levels of the five nest cities, which had been silent for a long time, simultaneously emitted a piercing electrical sound.

Lawson's takeover declaration echoed through the dark steel jungle via hundreds of millions of loudspeakers.

"Civilians of the First Main Planet. Listen up."

The voice on the radio was cold and carried an undeniable, iron-blooded authority.

"This planet is back in the embrace of the Empire. Those governors and nobles who sacrificed you as livestock to heretical gods have all been beheaded."

"From this moment forward, there will be no gladiatorial arenas, no death quotas, and no blood sacrifices."

"The corpses on the street are those scum who tried to take advantage of the chaos to loot. Anyone who dares to pick up a weapon and disrupt order will end up like them."

"The Water Purification Association and the food rationing stations have been taken back into control. Those who abide by the law will continue to receive food and drinking water. Get back to your posts and get the machines running."

"I don't need your praise. I only need your obedience. Over."

An extremely brief and abrupt broadcast.

But to the common people at the bottom of the Warhammer universe, it was nothing short of heavenly music.

There was no blood sacrifice, and food was provided. This was practically an act of imperial benevolence!

The panic among the lower classes of the city miraculously subsided quickly. The civilians peered out, their eyes gleaming with a growing fervent hope as they looked at the expressionless but utterly ruthless gray-uniformed assassins.

Order was forcibly restored at an incredible speed through Lawson's series of swift and decisive actions and extreme physical persuasion.

Let's switch our focus back to the subsurface of the first main planet.

The abyss of the bottom nest.

The campaign to shut down and crush the Khwarazmian army has come to an end.

With the warp portal completely closed, the remaining 100,000 Khorne daemons became utterly without source. They could no longer sense the energy replenishment from the warp, nor could they draw upon the despair of mortals. Even their physical bodies, formed from daemons' essence, began to show signs of irreversible disintegration under the repulsion of the physical universe.

The encirclement formed by 40,000 suicide soldiers is getting smaller and smaller.

The barrels of the heavy anti-aircraft guns were glowing red-hot. The plasma weapons emitted deadly high temperatures.

The battle became increasingly efficient. The number of demons plummeted from 100,000 to 50,000, then to 10,000. The ground was littered with the remains of demons that had turned into black sludge and dissipated.

The subspace energy figures on the system panel had ballooned to an astronomical number that satisfied Lawson to the core.

The last remaining stronghold was forcibly torn apart by thirty White Tiger power armors.

A massive Blood Crusher was riddled with shrapnel and explosive projectiles. The brass Blood Crusher beneath it had completely shut down, with only one foreleg still futilely pawing at the ground.

The demon rider raised the tattered Hellblade, letting out a desperate and feeble roar as he attempted a final charge.

Jia Yi, piloting a dark silver White Tiger power armor, walked towards them.

The power armor's servo joints emitted a deep rumble. The armored warrior gripped the master-level power sword tightly in both hands.

We passed each other by.

The azure force field light drew a perfect crescent arc in the darkness.

The Blood Crusher's movements came to an abrupt halt.

A glaring crack stretched from its left shoulder to its right waist. The massive demonic body, along with its indestructible brass armor, was smoothly cleaved in two.

His upper body slid down and crashed to the ground, turning into a pool of foul-smelling black mud.

Thus, the battle in the Abyss Battlefield of the First Main Star's Bottom Nest has come to a complete end.

Forty thousand suicide soldiers put away their weapons and stood in the massive, ravaged cavern. Apart from the hissing sound of the plasma gun barrels cooling down, the scene was deathly silent.

Not a single intact demon corpse was left. Total annihilation.

Besides the massive amount of subspace energy and the five interstellar warships that were completely seized, this planet also holds a rich military legacy that awaits Lawson to take over.

Under Governor Krauser, the renowned "Bloodsteel Guard" of Planet One.

A total of five million troops.

These soldiers were all desperate criminals who had fought their way through the bloody battlefields of the arena. They were well-equipped and fought with unwavering courage.

Krause was defeated too quickly. His death was too ignominious.

Lawson's decapitation strike severed the governor's mansion like lightning. The five million main force troops stationed in the giant military fortresses surrounding the capital city didn't even receive the order to assemble before their supreme commander was beheaded.

Logically speaking, these five million people should be a tough nut to crack.

Strangely, during this global takeover operation, the five million Bloodsteel Guards fell silent without firing a single shot.

The reason was incredibly ironic: they had been kidnapped by the Dark Mechanicus.

The reason why the Bloodsteel Guard can remain excited and fearless is not because of faith, but because of drugs.

To control these outlaws, Krauser commissioned the Dark Mechanicus "Burning Iron Forge" in the Fifth Hive to implant automatic injection pumps into the armor of every soldier.

These injection pumps contain high concentrations of anabolic steroids, stimulants, and obedience hormones. Only continuous injections of these drugs can suppress the neurotic disorder and mania caused by the soldiers' long-term killing spree.

The supply of this drug is completely monopolized by the Dark Mechanicus.

When the Great Sage saw Lawson's cold, destructive gaze through the monitor in the server room, he immediately made the best decision to cut his losses in the best interests of the Mechanicus.

Krause is dead, his patron has fallen. The new warlord is an unreasonable brute.

Without hesitation, the Great Sage pressed the remote cut-off switch.

The supply valves for the five million Bloodsteel Guards' medicines were instantly locked.

Deadly withdrawal symptoms swept through the entire camp within minutes. Without the psychotropic drugs, the neurotransmitters in the brains of five million soldiers completely collapsed. They suffered convulsions, foaming at the mouth, muscle atrophy, and many even fell into deep comas.

The great sage's plan was extremely shrewd.

In the eyes of the Dark Mechanicus, these five million strong soldiers who had fallen into a coma were not human at all.

This is a high-quality "machine servant chassis" for five million people who can have their frontal lobes removed without any resistance!

As long as these bodies are brought back to the factory, their hippocampuses are removed, and they are equipped with chainsaw arms and heavy machine guns, the Ironforge Corps can instantly increase its heavy-duty fighter servants by five million.

This enormous fortune was enough to allow the Archsage to hold his head high among his fellow Dark Mechanics colleagues throughout the entire sector.

A massive convoy of mechanical recycling vehicles drove out of the Fifth Nest City in a grand procession.

Thousands of heavy tracked troop carriers, equipped with large cranes and refrigerated containers, and escorted by hundreds of armed siege engines, spewed thick black smoke as they drove toward the Bloodsteel Guard's massive military camp.

The Great Sage hovered in front of the convoy via a servo skull, his compound eyes flashing with a greedy red light.

“Excellent biomass material. Muscle density meets military-grade modification standards. Harvest them. The new master of this planet needs time to consolidate his power; he can't afford to worry about this.” The Great Sage's synthesized voice echoed in the convoy channel.

However, when the massive convoy of recovery vehicles arrived at the military camp's 30-meter-high steel gate, the roar of the tracks came to an abrupt halt.

The Great Sage's servo skull suddenly rose, its compound eyes fixed intently on what lay ahead.

The air seemed to freeze.

The gates of this massive military camp, large enough to hold five million people, were not wide open as he had expected.

Two dark gold steel defense lines stood like a wall of sighs in front of the gate.

Two hundred platoon-level combat soldiers. Two fully-staffed riot control squadrons.

Instead of hiding behind bunkers, they stood openly in formation in the wide square.

At the very front, eight heavy twin-mounted plasma anti-aircraft guns were mounted, their muzzles slightly lowered, and a deadly blue energy halo flickered deep within the barrels, precisely locking onto the lead vehicle of the Great Sage's recovery convoy.

The assassin in the back row knelt on one knee, pressing a heavy bomb gun against his shoulder.

Their eyes remained lifeless, looking at the Great Sage as if he were a pile of scrap metal ready to be recycled at any time.

In the very center of the formation, a suicide soldier held a miniature bird-shaped communicator.

The Great Sage certainly recognized the uniforms of this army. These were the most ruthless hounds under the command of the new warlord who slaughtered demons in the Deep Nest and shredded nobles in the Hive City.

The communicator is connected.

Lawson's voice boomed across the mechanical training team's public channel.

"Old Iron Man, you've overreached."

Lawson's voice was accompanied by the background sound of the power sword cutting through flesh, indicating that he was still dealing with some cleanup work.

“These five million dogs are the spoils of war I captured. Their bulletproof vests, their laser guns, and even the pitiful amount of brain matter in their heads, now all belong to the Luo family.”

“I don’t care how you did business with Krauser before. Now, I’m the one who calls the shots on this planet.”