Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Come in."

Three black figures, each about three meters tall, walked in.

The streamlined body is extremely imposing.

Krusas immediately recognized that these mechanical beings were of the same kind as him.

The only difference is that their structures are completely different.

The visually devastating impact was on full display at this moment.

"This...is impossible...the level of integration of this servo architecture..."

The more Krusa looked, the more alarmed he became.

How can it be so precise?

His highly precise auditory receiver, which had undergone countless inhuman modifications, could not detect even a single decibel of internal operating noise from these three mechanical bodies.

This is not just a matter of noise; it means that the precision and quality of the components are so high that he cannot reach them.

Xerox's mechanical body is pretty good.

Kassa often takes pride in his mechanical body, after all, how can flesh and blood compare to a body of steel?

But then he saw these three guys in front of him.

Compared to the three black phantoms before him, Xerath sadly realized that he really was just a lowly scavenger pieced together from scrap metal and bones.

Within milliseconds, Krusa retrieved all the forbidden blueprints sealed away by his cult.

As a high sage of the Dark Mechanic, Xerath once arrogantly believed that he had reached the ceiling of mechanical sublimation.

He possesses a translucent body made of adamantite salvaged from the battlefield of the Great Crusade, and a logic core capable of simulating warp storms in the subspace. His power is enough to tear the green-skinned warlords apart.

But in front of these three black phantoms, his proud steel body appeared so bulky and insignificant.

"This is not just a simple accumulation of materials..." The core processor of the Kexos issued a sharp overload warning.

He finally realized where the gap lay.

His body is a patchwork product; every exposed pipe and every roaring piston is a replacement for the logical inconsistencies between parts from different eras.

These creations before us, from their skeletons to their skins, from their energy cores to their data neurons, exhibit an absolute, despairing unity.

They do not require lubrication with engine oil because their joints are suspended in a miniature gravitational field; they do not require cumbersome heat dissipation grids because their superconducting materials reduce heat loss to the limits of physical laws.

"This...this is the lost technology of black box integration."

"The machine spirits within them are not slaves forcibly inserted, but pure wills coexisting with the steel itself. Even those self-proclaimed orthodox forging generals on Mars have never been able to replicate this level of... industrial sanctity in the past ten thousand years."

At this moment, Xerox realized that the mechanical truth he had pursued all his life was nothing more than a pile of rusty scrap metal painted with inferior paint in front of these silent, black counterparts.

This is not merely a matter of being weaker; it is a break in the line of civilization.

Extreme inferiority complex and technological panic led Xerath to launch an attack instinctively.

The two antennas behind him suddenly stood up, releasing a binary code at an extremely high frequency.

This data stream, containing a subspace logic virus, is enough to instantly destroy the fire control system of an entire Astronautical Army armored company.

The purple light on the T-001 black crystal helmet flickered slightly.

Then, T-001 responded with a flawless mechanical high-pitched voice, followed by an extremely complex greeting code.

This code not only deconstructs the attack on Xenos, but also points out seven fatal vulnerabilities in Xenos's underlying logic.

An absolute humiliation in terms of technology.

At the same time, the smooth black armor on the back of the T-001 silently cracked open.

Eight seamlessly overlapping auxiliary robotic arms on both sides of the spine unfold gracefully in all directions, like a blooming steel lotus.

These eight robotic arms have no exposed pipes or leaking hydraulic fluid. They are driven entirely by internal micro-force fields and nano-servo motors.

Eight robotic arms operate simultaneously in mid-air.

They performed an extremely complex multi-point welding simulation involving micron-level precision.

Eight joints interweave and jump at high speed in three-dimensional space, their movements as fluid as a top master playing an invisible piano.

This is an industrial miracle that transcends time.

A drop of murky, pale yellow culture medium seeped from the seam of the brain cylinder on Kexas's chest and dripped onto the floor.

For the Dark Mechanicus Grand Sage, who reveres "the suffering of flesh and blood, and the ascension of machinery," the black body before them is the divine body they have pursued their entire lives but can never reach.

Krusa was all too aware of the fatal flaw in his broken body.

Large and ugly, the servo motor often jams due to wear and tear.

The one percent of human brain that remained was constantly tormented his soul by the endless rejection reaction between it and the cold mechanical nerves.

The black phantom before him was so perfect that he wanted to kneel down immediately and kiss its armored toes.

Lawson stood up from the high-backed chair.

"If you can put aside your frog-in-a-well arrogance and perfectly cooperate with my assassins to complete the construction and commissioning of the STC production line..."

Lawson leaned down slightly, as if a demon were whispering in his ear.

"I can give you a body like this too."

Krusa suddenly raised his head, and dozens of mechanical tentacles collided violently, sparking a dazzling array of electrical sparks.

"Can I exchange it too?"

Krus's voice shrilled and changed tone: "Impossible... The nerve damage caused by brain transplantation is an irreversible physical law! Even the most advanced dark smelting techniques will cause memory fragmentation and soul loss when transferring brain tissue..."

"Replace without damage".

Lawson coldly interrupted all his questions.

"Every neuron is 100% perfectly compatible, with no rejection reaction whatsoever. As long as you surrender all your loyalty."

A deathly silence fell over the still foundry hall.

All the servants ceased operation, and only the heavy, rapid electronic breathing of Xander echoed in the air.

The temptation was too great, so great that it could shatter any faith or dignity.

Clang!

The Dark Sage Xerath retracted all his mechanical legs and laid all his mechanical tentacles flat against the cold metal deck.

His head was almost touching the edge of Lawson's boots.

This presents the most complete posture of submission in the rituals of Mechanicism.

"My lord."

"My knowledge, my workshop, my entire Iron Forging Company, along with my broken brain..."

The Great Sage's electronic eyes were fixed on the T-001's perfect armor.

"From this moment forward, I am entirely at your disposal. I will become the most loyal cog in your machine."

"Kexas, stand up and speak."

Lawson brought the topic back to the main point: "Those five warships in orbit need a very thorough and deep overhaul."

The levitation generator is activated by the X-ray.

"My foundry is ready to provide a full upgrade for the cruiser and four frigates at any time."

Krus's synthesized voice regained some of its professional confidence: "Do you need to increase the power of the Void Shield Generator? Or add an autoloading servo mechanism to the Macro Cannon Array?"

"The Void Shield and Macro Cannon naturally need to be repaired."

Lawson pointed out the key point: "But I need you to put the absolute priority of the modification on the bow ram."

Lawson drew a circle on the holographic projection of the warship model.

"Remove all the redundant facilities that can be dismantled from the warship's armored area to free up weight space. Then, pile up a lot of adamantite and high-density ceramic steel on the ramming prows. I want the bows of those five ships to be solid iron lumps that can directly smash the keel of a cruiser of the same class. In addition, reinforce the load-bearing structural shafts of the entire ship to ensure that the warship's own frame will not break in the event of a high-speed collision."

The X-ray's optical lens spun wildly, and the core processor instantly completed a tactical profile of the modification requirements.

"Strengthen the ram... abandon the flexibility of long-range artillery battles, and pursue extreme boarding maneuvers and physical impacts..."

Krus immediately grasped Lawson's tactical intentions.

“My lord, you’re going for the logic of close-quarters combat to the death. It’s extremely barbaric, but extremely effective. If you’re only looking for destructive impact, I have a more devastating modification suggestion.”

Several mechanical tentacles of Xander operated rapidly on the holographic projection.

"I can install six sets of industrial-grade high-energy plasma melt jets at the tip of the ram. This equipment was originally used to cut through giant mineral veins in the asteroid belt. When the warship accelerates towards the enemy ship, the plasma melt jet will erupt 1.5 seconds before contact. The extreme heat will instantly melt the enemy ship's armor plates. The subsequent physical impact will cut into the enemy ship's core power zone without any hindrance."

Lawson made the decision: "Let's do it this way. Next, the second key focus of the modification: boarding torpedoes."

"I want you to reconfigure all the boarding torpedoes on these five warships. There are only two requirements: First, maximize the protection, add deflector fields and reactive armor; second, maximize the penetration. Overload the thrusters to the limit, even if the engines are destroyed after the impact, as long as the warheads are firmly embedded in the enemy's hull."

The processor in the KX1 was running at high speed, emitting a soft buzzing alarm.

"My lord, this modification has extremely serious conflicts in physics."

The Great Sage manipulated the holographic projection, displaying the internal structure of a standard shark-class boarding boat.

"The overall size and mass of boarding torpedoes are strictly limited by the warship's launch tubes. If we were to add a lot of adamantite armor to the outside, cram in more powerful fusion propulsion devices, or even install deflector force field generators, it would greatly reduce the internal space of the torpedo."

“A standard Shark-class boarding torpedo can carry fifty fully armed Space Marines or two hundred elite armed Stormtroopers. With your extreme modification plan, the torpedo's internal troop compartment will be extremely compressed. We won't even be able to fit a complete ten-man tactical squad. This will directly lead to a severe shortage of boarding forces, and the assault operation will inevitably fail.”

"Kexas, who told you I was going to carry that many people?"

Lawson drew a heavy line with his finger across the holographic projection of the torpedo crew compartment, compressing that space into a tiny corner.

"Each boarding torpedo has only enough space inside for two people. Do you understand? Just enough to fit two people wearing power armor."

"Every inch of space freed up, even a single cubic centimeter, will be used to store reactor fuel and thicken the armor. I want this torpedo to become an unbreakable, unstoppable solid armor-piercing nail!"

Kxus was stunned.

The mechanical tentacles froze in mid-air, and the remaining brain in the glass tank emitted a series of chaotic brainwaves.

He seriously suspected that the warlord's tactical module might have burned out.

Boarding action.

In the Empire's Void Naval Warfare, it is known as the bloodiest and most brutal combat tactic.