Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Compared to regular Plague Space Marines, Deathguards are much more particular about their gear.

After all, they were the elite of Nurgle's inner circle, and the military discipline passed down for millennia ensured that even after their corruption, they maintained the habit of regularly maintaining the deck.

Therefore, the degree of variation in their power armor is relatively controllable, and the basic structure of the deck remains intact.

The problem lies in combat damage.

Lawson's White Tiger team kills people in a way that is too violent.

He picked up a Death Guardian's torso armor, turned it around, and saw two holes in the front, one in the side, and one in the back.

The marks left by four power swords stabbing in from four directions simultaneously, with the edges of each hole scorched black and curled by the power field.

The one next to it was in an even worse state.

The entire breastplate was smashed into an inward-dented iron disc. This was Er Gou's doing. That brute liked to repeatedly punch the same spot with the Terminator's fist until he smashed the opponent, armor and all, into a thin disc.

"spendthrift."

He silently calculated in his mind: an entire company of death guards.

Among the ordinary armors, those with a decent degree of mutation and not too outrageous combat damage, after a round of searching, there are eight that can be pieced together to form a complete set.

The rest were either rotten to the bone or riddled with holes; they were all garbage.

Terminator A is in a slightly better situation.

The Iron Cavalry-type Terminator is already much thicker than the regular armor, and its deflecting force field absorbed a lot of the impact during the battle, so the armor plate was relatively well preserved.

If you put them together, you can cobble together two sets of Terminator armor.

Eight sets of regular armor, two sets of Terminator armor.

A whole company of Death Guards, and this is all they got in return?

Lawson glanced back at the pile of scrap metal, then at the barely usable pile, and his heartache deepened.

He acquired much more valuable power armor when he fought Khorne in Obolos-I.

The Devourers and Iron Warriors worship Khorne, while the Blood God desires slaughter and violence, not decay and mold.

The power armor of those Khorne Fallen had at most some rune marks and dried bloodstains on the surface, but it was in good condition. Especially the Mark III armor of the Iron Warriors, those obsessive-compulsive people were almost fanatical about equipment maintenance, the plates were old but there were almost no mutations, they could be repaired and put on directly.

A filthy shell? Never mind.

From now on, Lawson would rather fight Khorne more often.

Quintus walked up to Lawson and stopped, taking off his helmet and tucking it under his arm.

His gaze swept over the three piles of power armor wreckage on the ground, lingering on the scrap metal pile for a few seconds.

"Lord Lawson, these power armors have all been corrupted. Can they still be repaired?"

Lawson wiped the grayish-green powder off his hands and straightened up.

"If I had a complete power armor production line like your Extreme Legion, I wouldn't even glance at this kind of thing."

Quintus stood silently for a while.

Then he turned to look in the direction of the ruins of Reaper's Fortress to the north.

In the underground warehouse in that direction, fifty blue Mark X power armor suits are stored.

Those were the belongings of the fallen brothers of the Fifth Company, fifty of whom were risked to be salvaged from the battlefield by Quintus's men.

The name and service number of the combat comrade are engraved on the left breast of each suit of armor.

"I can't guarantee that the previous IOU will be honored."

Quintus spoke up, “I can’t make decisions about the Guilliman Primarch’s reserve depot. A thousand power armors… to be honest, the Fifth Company might not be enough.”

He turned back and looked at Lawson.

“But I still have fifty power armor suits belonging to my fallen comrades. According to the Ultramarines Code, the disposal of the belongings of fallen soldiers is the sole responsibility of their direct commander. I have the authority to handle these fifty suits.”

"I will make the decision to give it to your esteemed group."

“I believe that in your hands, they can kill more enemies for the Empire,” Quintus said.

Lawson patted Quintus's shoulder armor.

"Rest assured, my warriors will not disgrace your brothers' power armor."

Quintus nodded.

He put his helmet back on, turned around, and walked away.

The blue figure gradually disappeared into the dim light, its back ramrod straight.

Chapter 141 Million-Person Node, Activating Elite Death Squads

The fifty Mark X power armor suits were counted within half an hour.

The assassins carefully carried each suit of armor out of the Reaper's Fortress's underground warehouse, wrapped it in shock-absorbing cloth, and sent it into the stasis field one by one.

Lawson personally inspected several of them.

The Ultramarines' armor and the Death Guard's junk are like two completely different species.

The Mark X is the Empire's most advanced mass-produced power armor. Its deck uses the fourth-generation ceramic steel-refined gold composite process, making it significantly stronger in terms of protection and weight than the older Mark III and Mark IV.

More importantly, Ultramarines are among the top three in all warbands in terms of the strictness of their equipment maintenance.

Even when the Klein-IX was out of ammunition and supplies, Quintus's men still insisted on performing basic deck maintenance every day.

Therefore, although all fifty suits of armor had battle damage, it was all purely physical damage, clean and without any trace of chaotic corrosion.

The T-series mechanical assassins were tasked with repairing the deck, replacing seals, and recalibrating the neural interfaces, restoring it to over 90% of its performance.

With fifty Ultramariner armors, plus eight regular armors pieced together from the Deathguard wreckage and two Terminator armors, the net gain from this battle is sixty power armors.

With a full complement of 301 members, the White Tiger team is one step closer to forming a 400-member fully armored team, in addition to their previous reserves.

Fifty armored vehicles were transported back to Obulus-III via a static force field.

Over there, a technical squad of fifty T-series mechanical assassins was already waiting.

The swarm intelligence approach synchronized the damage assessment data for each armor unit in advance, and the parts demand list, work schedule, and repair priority were all arranged.

The entire repair is expected to be completed within ten days.

The following days were filled with tedious cleaning operations.

After Pyxtus and his Deathguard were wiped out, the remaining Nurgle forces on Klein-IX lost their unified command.

The remaining Plague Space Marines were scattered across the planet in small outposts, fighting their own battles, and the Plague Walker horde degenerated into aimless, wandering hordes of corpses.

Quintus led thirteen Ultra Warriors to participate in the cleanup operation.

This planet is still nominally Imperial territory, and the appearance of Ultramarines' blue armor in the liberated towns has a symbolic significance for restoring Imperial order far outweighs its actual combat value.

Lawson was pleased with the outcome.

What he needs is to stabilize the planet as soon as possible, and then free up his hands to deal with the remaining sixteen demon princes.

The strategic intelligence that Pectus had in his mind about the Nurgle Legion's deployment in the Klein system could now come in handy.

Although this company commander was only in charge of the attack on the planet Klein-IX, as a senior officer of the Death Guard, he had access to the entire system-wide campaign blueprint.

Swarm Mind extracted from his memories the troop deployment, attack rhythm, and altar construction progress of the Nurgle Legion in the seventeen agricultural worlds.

The intelligence is incomplete.

Fectus was just a company commander, not the overall commander of the campaign, and he wasn't aware of many details. But the general framework was sufficient.

The Nurgle Legion on the seventeen planets is divided into seven and a half independent battle groups.

The progress of the attacks varied; some had already completely occupied the target planets, and the altars were only half-built.

Some are still locked in a stalemate with the local garrison, and haven't even gotten close to the city gates.

The most crucial point:

The simultaneous activation of the seventeen altars requires a unified psionic pulse signal from the Plague Garden in the warp.

This pulse depends on a specific galactic-scale subspace tidal resonance window; if you miss it, you'll have to wait another seventy years.

In other words, the window sixty days later is a one-off deal.

But after running the model, the swarm optimization model gave a conclusion that relieved Lawson somewhat.

Seventeen altars do not need to be synchronized to take effect, but there is a minimum number.

If more than five altars are destroyed, the subspace resonance generated by the remaining twelve will decay to a level that cannot tear apart the galactic reality barrier.

War is constantly changing, and Nagle's side will also adjust its deployment.

However, one memory from Fectus particularly caught Lawson's attention.

The strongest of the seven battle groups is based in Klein-III and is led by a demon prince named "Corruptor Herman".

This guy has two whole companies of Death Guards under his command and a super-heavy demon engine, making him the absolute main force of the Nurgle Legion in the Klein system.

Lawson's fleet had not yet reached the outer perimeter of Klein-III, so it was unable to launch its delivery.

Let's attack the others first!

The deployment adjustments were completed within one day.

Klein-IX left behind a thousand combat soldiers to assist Quintus in mopping up the remaining enemies.

Another 100,000 non-combatant suicide soldiers were transported through the stasis field and began to infiltrate various towns, take over the administrative system, restore water and food rations, and form a planetary defense force.

The assassins had already done this job three times on the Oberlus Triad, so they were very skilled at it.

Before leaving, Lawson made one last trip to Quintus's command post.

Looking at the veteran, Lawson instructed, "This planet is yours. If there are any problems you can't handle, contact me through my men. Reinforcements can arrive at any time."

Quintus clasped his hands in a gesture of respect common to the Imperial Army during the Great Expeditionary Era.

This is how one veteran shows respect to another.

“Leave the rear to me,” Quintus said. “You go and fight your battle.”

Lawson took two steps, then stopped and turned back.