Warhammer: Empire Reboot

This is a true relic of the Great Expeditionary Era. The thick layers of terracotta armor plates are stacked one on top of the other, and the shoulders integrate rare deflector force field generators. Although a considerable amount of mobility was sacrificed, it was exchanged for absolute defensive power that could almost withstand direct hits from anti-tank artillery.

Lawson was extremely satisfied with the two Terminator armors.

Lawson personally dealt with these two armored vehicles. He used living metal to seal the two veterans' senses, then precisely pierced their brains with his power sword through the sealed gaps in the neck of the armor.

This method of assassination preserved the armor's integrity to the greatest extent possible. Apart from a minor tear on the neck and solidified marks left by living metal, the internal power frame, force field generator, and life support system remained intact.

With minimal repairs, and without even needing to use living metal to reshape them, these two Terminators can be directly equipped to the most elite assassins under their command.

Besides the equipment salvaged from the corpses, the suicide squad members in charge of taking over the Tyrant-class cruiser also discovered a huge surprise in the deepest part of the ship's warehouse.

A total of sixty spare powered armor units that have not yet been put into use!

This is also standard practice for Space Marine Chapters. While the World Eaters Chapter is like a pack of mad dogs, they too need to replenish their ranks. This main battleship has been navigating space for decades, and will undoubtedly forcibly capture promising mortals from the planets it passes, subjecting them to brutal genetic modifications and organ implants.

These sixty spare armors were prepared for the blood slaves who survived. They were all sealed in stasis chambers coated with grease, without even being primed.

This is the purest original asset.

Lawson leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the armrest.

One hundred and twenty restored World Eater armors. One complete Iron Warrior armor. Two Iron Rider Terminators. Sixty brand-new, unused armors.

Suddenly, Lawson had 183 complete sets of Space Marine-level individual heavy armor in his hands.

This means that he can immediately begin to expand his sharpest elite force.

The thought of the White Tiger team darkened Lawson's eyes.

Although Lawson won a complete victory in this brutal battle to seize the stars, he also paid the heaviest price since he started his rebellion.

In the lower right corner of the holographic screen, a list of glaring casualties popped up.

On the meat grinder battlefield of that deep abyss, facing the frenzied counterattack of the high-ranking Khorne and an army of 100,000 demons, the Death Squad endured terrifying physical impact.

The total number of company commanders and platoon leaders who died in action exceeded 3,800.

These absolutely loyal warriors, who executed orders with microsecond precision, were cleaved in two by the Great Demon's giant axe, trampled into mincemeat by the Blood Crusher Beast, or detonated their grenades while covering their comrades, perishing together with the demon.

What pained Lawson even more was the loss of the White Tiger team.

Of the forty-five White Tiger power armors deployed, three were forcibly destroyed by the monstrous physical force of the Great Demon Skragg the moment they faced it. The armor, along with the assassins inside, were crushed into iron discs.

The White Tiger team now has only 42 units remaining.

"War is a meat grinder. As long as the enemy is killed more than I am, I can accept this loss," Lawson muttered to himself.

Fortunately, he had enough life points stored up.

Although the battle on the first main planet failed to wipe out the Greenskins, the "Ironbone Project" breeding farm on the bottom nest of the third planet continued to operate at full capacity. Every fourteen days, a massive amount of Squigs provided him with nearly ten million life points in surplus.

During the war, for every death, a replacement was brought in. The combat-oriented suicide squad was always maintained at full strength, numbering 50,000.

Lawson's army will never shed blood. As long as resources are available, this war machine can maintain peak operating efficiency forever.

Lawson rose from his throne.

He slowly walked to the center of the holographic star map, gazing intently at the entire galaxy suspended in the void.

Oberlus's three stars.

This remote star system, which was originally forgotten by the imperial bureaucracy and divided by the forces of chaos, has now completely changed its color.

Planet Three, the very land beneath his feet, was once a hive world ravaged by the Nurgle plague. Now, it had become his most fortified stronghold. Over a hundred large military-industrial complexes roared day and night, producing massive quantities of explosives and laser batteries. The underground green-skinned farms had become the perpetual motion machine for his massive army buildup.

Planet Two, an agricultural world 180 million kilometers away. The interstellar logistics conveyor belt constructed from [static field/armory] never ceases operation. Its terrifying daily transport capacity of 100,000 tons of dried seaweed completely feeds the billions of people, eliminating any potential source of famine that could trigger riots.

Planet One, the very city of Khorne, which he had just trampled underfoot. The governor was executed, the demons were purged, the Dark Mechanicus was forced back by force, and the territory of five million mech servants was now under his control. With the complete takeover by half a million non-combatant assassins, the planet's immense heavy industrial potential was about to be fully activated.

Two densely populated mega-city worlds, and one agricultural world with astonishing output.

Lawson made a rough estimate.

The combined permanent population of these three planets is approaching a terrifying 30 billion.

This is by no means a small amount.

Lawson saved these 30 billion people from despair, famine, and blood sacrifice. He gave them not only food, but also order.

Here, he is the only truth, the living god.

"That old tin man from the Dark Machine Cult is right. To conquer the world, you kill people; to rule the world, you use your brains."

Lawson reached out and gently traced his hand across the holographic star map.

He was aware of the dark side of the empire.

The starlight dimmed, and warp storms raged. Chaos warbands surged like swarms of locusts, and alien races expanded wildly. The entire galaxy was ablaze.

In this lawless dark forest, mercy is the cheapest waste; only absolute force can guarantee survival.

Lawson's gaze passed over the Obulus system and landed on the deep, unknown, and vast sea of ​​stars at the edge of the hologram.

His ambitions extend far beyond these three planets.

His journey will never stop here.

If managed well, these three rich and industrialized planets would be his solid base for conquering the stars.

Lawson brought up the system panel.

"Initiate the fourth basal genetic leap," Lawson commanded.

The system deducted one million points of subspace energy.

The enhancement program is activated instantly.

Lawson clenched his fists tightly.

An extremely violent torrent of energy poured directly into his limbs and bones.

Cells are forcibly torn apart and reorganized at a microscopic level. The heart's pumping frequency exceeds 500 times per minute within half a second, and blood vessels bulge under the skin like coiled steel cables.

In just twelve seconds, this genetic leap, which was enough to reshape the form of life, came to an end.

Lawson stood up.

He took a deep breath, and the expansion of his chest created a very muffled whistling sound in the air.

Lawson closed his eyes and conducted a comprehensive physical scan and assessment of himself.

His height remained at 2.3 meters, and his physique did not undergo exaggerated expansion.

Muscle density, bone toughness, and nerve reflex speed all increase dramatically.

Current physical strength: Four times the Catachan elite standard.

Lawson carefully calculated how this data would translate into combat power within the Warhammer universe.

His current physical attributes are equivalent to 1.35 times that of a Proto-Forged Space Marine who is not wearing power armor.

“The rate of increase has slowed down.” Lawson twisted his neck.

He was very clear about the system's reinforcement logic.

The initial leap was a qualitative change that transcended species, bringing an extremely disruptive sensory impact.

The further into the future, the more difficult it becomes to break through the genetic lock; each advancement challenges the limits of the physical universe's capacity.

1.35 times the physical abilities of a Proto-Forged Space Marine.

This data may seem insignificant, but in Lawson's memory, it immediately matched an extremely terrifying historical term from the Empire.

Thunder Warrior.

Those were the first generation of genetically modified warriors created by the Emperor himself during the Terra Unification Wars. The precursors to the Space Marines.

The Thunder Warriors possessed extremely abnormal physical attributes, absolutely surpassing the Astartes of later generations.

The empire's top-secret, sealed historical archives contain authentic records of the battles:

An unarmored Thunder Warrior can tear three to four fully armed Space Marines, all wearing power armor, apart with his bare hands in close combat.

They were a group of super butchers born purely for killing and conquest.

But the Thunder Warriors were ultimately ruthlessly purged by the Emperor.

They were slaughtered by the Imperial Guard in the final battle at Mount Ararat.

The reason was extremely fatal: the first generation of gene technology was extremely unstable.

The Thunder Warrior's body will undergo irreversible breakdown, growing deadly tumors.

What's even more terrifying is their mentality; their frenzied bloodlust will eventually devour their reason, turning them into madmen who will even kill their own allies.

Lawson opened his eyes, a hint of fanaticism flashing in them.

The genetic advancement granted by the system perfectly eliminated the hidden danger of physical collapse.

The alternating dormancy circuits of the hemisphere and the absolute rationality of swarm intelligence completely eliminate the possibility of mental instability.

This body is a flawless Thunder Warrior, with all its shortcomings made up for.

Not only that.

Lawson opened the assassin troop production panel.

As his rank increased, the system's recruitment limit for combat-type assassins skyrocketed to 80,000.

Eighty thousand soldiers died in battle.

This means that as long as Lawson spends enough life points, he can summon a terrifying army of 80,000 "perfect version Thunder Warriors" at any time.

Eighty thousand monsters that could tear a Space Marine apart with their bare hands.

Lawson was extremely satisfied with the results of this jump.

Two flashing gold notification symbols suddenly appeared on the edge of the system panel.

Lawson's gaze swept to the bottom of the exchange list. A brand new troop icon lit up.

[Mechanical Suicide Squad]

Lawson felt a slight tremor in his heart. He knew what this meant. Controlling ancient Titans, repairing ancient warships, and even infiltrating the core network of the Martian Mechanicus. This unit would fill the most significant gap in his empire's advanced technology.

But he forcibly suppressed the urge to immediately exchange for the Mechanicus assassins.

His gaze was fixed on the very top of the system interface.