Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Both sets of equipment have been thoroughly cleaned and repaired.

The chaotic runes on the armor surface were smoothed out and recoated with an extremely cool, dark silver explosion-proof coating.

The deflector force field generator on the shoulder emitted a faint blue light.

Extreme weight, extreme defense, extreme violent aesthetics.

These are two humanoid tanks.

"These two Terminator power suits are specially prepared for you. Go and try them on!"

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Chapter 129 The Emergence of Mechanical Death Soldiers

Inside the command hub at the top of the tower, the residual heat of the subspace energy had not yet dissipated.

Lawson gazed at the three most dazzling soul imprints in Valhalla.

With a thought, 3 Life Points and Fine Steel Material are consumed to exchange for this item.

Three pitch-black spatial rifts exploded side by side. Concentrated biological matrix and living metal rapidly wove together in the air, like three high-speed looms pulling the warp and weft of flesh and bone in the void.

Crack shrinkage.

Three men stepped onto the obsidian floor.

In the center stands a figure, Qingshan.

On the left, Lin Qinghu.

On the right, Andrei.

The swarm intelligence completed the data input the moment they opened their eyes. The topographic maps, population structure, resource distribution, and chaotic threats of the three planets were all engraved deep into their consciousness.

Qingshan looked down at his hands.

Beneath the thick lines of his palm, a strange yet surging power emanated from his knuckles. He clenched his fist, a slight cracking sound emanating from his knuckles.

"boss."

Aoyama raised his head without any apparent hesitation, his gaze sweeping over the data streams of the three planets on the holographic star map: "This world is more rudimentary and more insane than I imagined. However, its resources are outrageously abundant."

Lin Qinghu cracked his neck, his bones popping like beans: "Five warships, impressive. Boss, I miss the sea breeze, even though it's a vacuum here."

Andrei remained silent. He simply turned his shoulders slowly, adjusting to the body that was beyond his comprehension, and then stood upright.

Lawson looked down from the high platform at his three former right-hand men.

"Of the three planets in this star system, I need three nails to secure my chassis."

Lawson pointed to the holographic star map: "Qingshan, Industrial Star One is yours. I wiped out all the nobles there, and now there's an administrative vacuum. I want you to transform those 18 billion commoners into the most obedient labor force. Even if they have to fill in the gaps tomorrow, they must learn to be grateful tonight."

Qingshan bowed slightly: "I will make them understand that on Planet One, you are the will of the Emperor."

"Lin Qinghu, the second agricultural planet is yours." Lawson rotated the star map: "That's our granary. I want you to establish an absolute rationing system, and the flow of every grain of seaweed powder must be under your control."

“No problem, boss. I don’t allow any unusual noises there except for the sound of the grain growing.” Lin Qinghu smiled, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Andrei, you stay on Nest City Three."

“Yes, sir. I will turn this place into an impregnable fortress,” Andrei replied in a deep voice.

The three finished bowing.

Lin Qinghu and Andrei stepped directly into the static force field and disappeared.

Aoyama left behind a detailed preliminary governance model and then teleported to Planet One.

The command center fell silent once more.

Lawson's gaze shifted to the brand-new icon on the system's redemption page.

【Mechanical Suicide Bomber (T Series)】

As Lawson clicked on the exchange conditions, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

[Mechanical Death Squad (T Series): Each unit consumes 1000 health points and 3 cubic meters of refined steel. Note: This unit shares the total quota of 8 units with combat death squads.]

"It's really dark," Lawson couldn't help but mutter.

Not only is the price ridiculously high, but it also takes up the precious 80,000 combat power limit.

This means that for every tech officer recruited, his Thunder Army loses one top-tier assault soldier.

"Let's get one to check out the goods first."

Lawson clicked "redeem".

The bio-shaping chamber at the center of the hub began to boil.

The first mechanical assassin stepped out.

Lawson's eyes narrowed slightly.

The creation before him was completely different from the Dark Mechanicus sages he had seen on Planet One, who were covered in patches, rusty pipes, and pieced together like a junkyard.

It is called the T series.

This assassin was three meters tall, his body resembling an industrial beast that transcended the boundaries of organic and inorganic matter. His entire body was covered in a matte black composite ceramic coating, without a single exposed screw. His joints were wrapped in flexible nanofabric, so there was no mechanical friction noise when he moved.

Its head is a smooth, one-piece black crystal helmet.

There are no optical lenses on the top of the helmet, only a thin, horizontally moving purple streak, which is its multi-spectral sensing matrix.

What impressed Lawson the most was its back.

Eight folded auxiliary robotic arms are seamlessly overlapped on both sides of the spine via a sophisticated servo system. It looks more like a futuristic metal backplate than a cumbersome prosthetic.

This body represents a timeless aesthetic of industrial violence.

In comparison, the physical modifications performed by the Dark Mechanicus are practically primitive graffiti.

"Number T-001, reporting for duty, sir."

"Go try it out. Let me see if you're worth those 1000 life points."

Lawson pointed to the weapons maintenance area behind them. There, a damaged assault ship, just towed from the tracks, awaited repairs; its molten lava engines had been nearly destroyed by the aftershocks of the macro cannon.

T-001 disappeared upon entering the static force field.

Lawson sat on the high platform, observing through remote monitoring screens.

The moment T-001 stepped into the maintenance bay, its eight auxiliary robotic arms unfolded with a roar. The unfolding process was extremely smooth, without any hesitation.

Lawson saw the T-001's eight arms perform eight completely different and precise movements in the same second:

The first and second arms are cutting open the damaged ceramic steel casing.

The third and fourth arms are performing micro-level cable welding with precision down to the micrometer level.

The fifth arm holds a multi-frequency scanner, monitoring the subspace fluctuations inside the engine in real time.

The sixth and seventh arms rapidly assemble complex fuel nozzles.

With his last arm, he frantically entered correction code into the terminal.

This is not just about improving efficiency.

This is a game-changer for maintenance work.

The T-001's waist can rotate freely 360 degrees. Even when the auxiliary arm is busy, the main arm can still easily lift engine blades weighing over ten tons for calibration.

During the ship repair process, it even used a swarm network to correct the slightest deviations in the movements of all the repair crew members on site in real time.

It is a mobile technology hub.

"Basically satisfied."

The existence of such a technological assassin means that he can completely break free from his technological dependence on those capricious and cunning dark sages.

Lawson's eyes revealed decisiveness: "Exchange for 500 T-series mechanical assassins. Distribute them to all the core factories on the three planets. They are not only technicians, but also technical supervisors."

Immediately, Lawson's will extended to Planet One.

There are five million Bloodsteel Guard prisoners in a deep coma.

These five million people are all high-quality recruits, not as soldiers with independent thinking, but as pure war expendable resources.

"The Great Sage wants these bodies to be his machine servants? Dream on."

"Give the order. Use frontal lobotomy to convert all five million people into machine servants. They will not need self-awareness, pain receptors will be removed, unnecessary emotional circuits will be sealed, and they will be fitted with mechanical prosthetics and basic servo skeletons."

Lawson's eyes were icy: "Each T-series mechanical assassin leads ten thousand fighter servants. On the battlefield, they are a steel forest used to deplete the enemy's ammunition."

He even thought of the millions of corpses of degenerate nobles who had been executed. If they couldn't feed Squig, he would break their bones, install low-grade servo motors, and turn them into the lowest-grade cargo servants.

Waste utilization is Lawson's creed.

From then on, Lawson had a new legion under his command called the Steel Death Squad.

The industrial systems of the three planets entered a period of rapid development at this moment.

The high-standard green farm expansion plan has been finalized. In order to balance the consumption of organic matter on the three planets, Lawson plans to build 1000 standardized iron-bone factories on each planet.

This means that Lawson will gain 30 million life points in each 14-day harvest cycle.

I've finally achieved freedom of life points.

Lawson set a red line for himself: he must permanently retain 90 million life points on the books.

This is his ultimate war reserve. Even if a large number of soldiers are killed or wounded in a brutal interstellar battle, he can use these 90 million points to rebuild a thunderous army at its peak from the ashes with just a flick of his finger in three seconds.

On the surface, Lawson only has 80,000 soldiers.

In reality, he has a combat power reserve of hundreds of thousands, and can be resurrected in the shadows at any time to await orders.

He no longer needed to worry about the trivial matters of ruling three planets.

With Qingshan, Lin Qinghu, and Andrei, plus the terrifying coordination of swarm intelligence, this massive war machine can be perfectly meshed.

Lawson stood up, his dark silver cloak billowing behind him.

He looked toward the direction of the fifth hive.

Now, he can have a proper talk with the High Sage of the Dark Mechanicus.