Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Silence spread.

Sera scratched the back of his head: "To be honest, compared to raising greenskins as food, this... civilized community selection is more surreal to me. At least raising greenskins has precedents to refer to, didn't Saintess Tilia eat orc flesh? But making the lower nests conduct a hygiene evaluation? This is like something from another universe."

"Don't swear," Katarina habitually corrected.

"Yes." Sera stuck out her tongue.

Vera remained silent.

Vera kept looking at the group of people below.

The old woman looked up at the selection criteria on the bulletin board. A young mother, carrying her child, walked hesitantly on the freshly washed street, her steps faltering as if she dared not step on it. This street used to be forever littered with broken glass and excrement. Two children, around ten years old, squatted in a corner, sharing a piece of Spark rations, their mouths covered in crumbs.

Vera said softly:

"The adult may be doing something that everyone else is overlooking."

Katarina turned her head to look at her.

"Humans should not just exist."

Chapter 133 Pushing the Battlefield Out

Three holographic projections of planets floated in front of Lawson.

The three planets, like three gears, began to mesh and rotate.

The output data from the agricultural world put him in a very good mood.

The seaweed field stretching tens of thousands of kilometers across the northern continent of Planet Two, fueled by the frenzied growth rate of the Imperial Standard Starfire-3 seaweed, yielded astonishing output.

In addition, the traditional farms in the southern continent are being taken over by non-combatant suicide soldiers. The grain-growing areas that have been half-abandoned due to two years of neglect can be restored to pre-war production capacity in just three months.

The total output of the agricultural world feeds 30 billion people.

More than enough, with even a large surplus.

Qingshan has already built seven canning production lines on Planet Two to process excess seaweed and grains into Spark-3 type canned goods with a shelf life of up to ten years.

The canned goods in the warehouse are piling up at a rate of tens of thousands of tons per day.

Corpse starch will never again appear on the dinner table of any human under his rule.

Lawson turned off the food data and switched to environmental monitoring.

The nuclear contamination problem on the three planets remains severe.

Outside the capital city, the radiation index in the wilderness has long been above the lethal threshold.

The red wasteland on Planet One, the very place where he lured the Khorne Demon to be hit by the orbital cannon, has extremely high radiation levels. The surface soil has been completely vitrified, and even mutated rats cannot survive within a radius of 300 kilometers.

Nuclear storms periodically sweep across the surfaces of three planets, carrying radioactive dust and toxic aerosols.

This level of pollution cannot be cleaned simply by washing.

To address this, planetary-level atmospheric circulation modification technology and soil remediation projects are needed.

Does the Empire possess this technology?

Yes, but the cost is so high that it could bankrupt a sector governor.

Lawson simply can't afford to play this game right now.

However, he remembered that among the various fragments of knowledge integrated by the swarm intelligence, there was a piece of information about the Tau people.

Those blue-skinned dwarfs seem to have mastered a fairly sophisticated planetary environment restoration technique.

If we have the opportunity to access the technological data of the titanium group in the future, this problem may be solved.

Make a note of it first, then add it to the list later.

Lawson switched the holographic projection to the troop overview.

The number of non-combat casualties is still climbing at an alarming rate.

The Ironbone Project has three thousand farms operating at full capacity across three planets, producing a stable output of 30 million life points every fourteen days.

Currently, one million non-combat suicide soldiers are exchanged every cycle.

One million every fourteen days.

These assassins were assigned to various nodes on the three planets.

Factory workshops, administrative offices, logistics hubs, communication stations, water treatment plants, power plants. They are workers, clerks, technicians, patrolmen, and monitoring operators.

They filled every gap in the imperial bureaucracy, replacing the bloated and inefficient old blood and getting this rusty machine running at high speed again.

But Lawson's primary focus was on rebuilding the Planetary Defense Force.

Lawson knew better than anyone what kind of PDFs were in the past.

Every soldier in the current planetary defense force is a non-combat suicide soldier.

While the physical abilities of non-combat assassins do not reach the level of combat assassins, they far surpass those of ordinary imperial civilians.

More importantly, there are three things: discipline, will, and teamwork.

The swarm will also instill a uniform combat skills module into every non-combatant.

The calculation of firing trajectory, basic close combat, position construction, and crossfire coverage are all derived from the optimal solution after the swarm digests and integrates them.

The moment these suicide soldiers picked up their guns, they possessed the shooting skills of a veteran who had been trained for ten years.

Lawson set a maximum size for the defense forces of each planet: eight million.

Three planets, 24 million.

This unit is not suited to be the spearhead.

Breaking through enemy lines and capturing fortresses requires 80,000 elite combat troops and over 300 powered armored vehicles.

However, the defense force composed of non-combat suicide soldiers is the thickest shield in Lawson's hands, and also the fastest cleanup force.

Once the combat-type suicide squads have captured a piece of territory, the defense forces will immediately follow.

Taking over security, stabilizing order, and controlling infrastructure—the time difference between the capture and takeover was compressed to the hour level.

This is what a mature military force should look like.

Lawson looked away from the troop strength report and pulled up another document.

Calgos's Memories.

The memories of Khorne believers are much cleaner than those of Nurgle believers, at least lacking those disgusting images of pustules and maggots, but they are not much better off.

Ninety-nine percent of the memories of killing over ten thousand years are about the same theme: chopping.

Different scenes, different enemies, the same action: swinging the chainsaw axe, chopping down, blood splattering everywhere.

Lawson wasn't interested in the trash.

The swarm intelligence has automatically extracted all of Calgos's close combat skills and cross-referenced and integrated them with Valentine's millennia-old combat experience database.

The World Eater's fighting style is in line with the legacy of the World Eater.

The swarm extracts the valuable parts, discarding the crazy moves that rely on the "Butcher's Nail" nerve stimulation, and retains the pure mechanical efficiency optimal solution.

The memories of the Iron Warrior Voltis are much more useful.

Before his defection, this old guy was a legitimate Imperial Space Marine, specializing in siege warfare and heavy firepower suppression.

He had a large number of fortification attack and defense tactics and firepower deployment plans in his mind, which the swarm absorbed in their entirety.

But what truly caught Lawson's eye was a piece of intelligence from Calgos's memory.

About the Klein Galaxy.

Kargos's fleet was fighting in the Klein system before it was recalled by the Khorne superdemon Skrag.

It was a vast agricultural star system with seventeen agricultural worlds, and was once one of the most important grain-producing areas in the Agrippina Sector.

Grain production accounts for more than 30 percent of the entire star sector.

The word “once” is key.

Because the Klein Galaxy is being invaded.

The Nurgle Plague Legion is not a small-scale cult uprising, but a legitimate Chaos Space Marine army launching a massive offensive against the Klein system. According to intelligence gathered by Calgos seven months ago, five agricultural worlds have already fallen. The remaining twelve worlds are struggling to hold on, but their defenses are crumbling.

Lawson brought up the star map.

The location of the Klein system is roughly the same distance from the Eye of Terror in the north, the eternal subspace rift that spews out an endless army of chaos, as it is from his small star system.

They are all on the edge of the main axis of the chaotic black tour.

Why did the Chaos army attack Klein but not here?

Lawson deduced two reasons.

First, his star system is too small. The three planets combined are less than a fraction of the size of the Klein system. From a military and strategic perspective, a grain-producing base comprised of seventeen agricultural worlds is far more valuable than three dilapidated planets. The Chaos army's limited forces will undoubtedly prioritize high-value targets.

Secondly, this small star system was previously being watched by two powerful demons. The Tzeentch Demon Lord, the Weaver of Fate, marked Vespera on planet number three, while the Khorne Demon Lord, Skragg, marked Krauser on planet number one.

The marks of the two high-ranking demons are tantamount to declaring this land as mine, and other chaotic forces should know better than to go around them.

But now, both of these great demons have been driven away by Lawson.

The marker disappeared.

This means that once the Chaos forces have finished devouring the Klein system, this small system, which has lost the protection of the Great Demon, will become the next main course.

Lawson never liked playing passive defense.

It excels at pushing the battlefield to the enemy's doorstep.

Fighting on your own turf, even if you win, will only leave behind ruins.

Fighting on enemy territory, if you win, you get spoils; if you lose, you lose. He never lost a battle.

There is war in the Klein system.

The Plague Legion is attacking, the Imperial Defence Forces are defending, chaos reigns everywhere, battles rage everywhere, and warp energy is everywhere.

Lawson licked his lips.

He currently has 5.9 million points of subspace energy.