Warhammer: Empire Reboot

After confirming the tactical execution rate at each node, Lawson did not remain on the front lines in the Klein system to oversee the battle.

There was no need for him to personally oversee this kind of pure purge.

Lorsen, accompanied by four battle nuns, crossed the sea of ​​stars via the stasis field anchor point and returned to the Governor's Mansion in the Pinnacle District of Planet Obolos III.

Four battle nuns stood behind Lawson, their power armor covered in dried black blood and burn marks from the intense heat.

The continuous high-intensity purification and battles exhausted the physical and spiritual energy of these four warriors.

Especially Vera.

The moment her golden wings descended upon the hall, they could no longer fully unfold, and her overdrawn spiritual body was even trembling slightly.

"Your phase of the mission is complete."

With his back to them, Lawson said, “You have a week. Remove your armor, rest, and recover your psionic powers. No one is to disturb you in the monastery in the Spire.”

Sister Captain Katharina stepped forward, slammed her right fist into the iris emblem on her chest, and knelt on one knee.

The other three also knelt down at the same time.

"Yes, my lord. May the Emperor's glory forever illuminate your blade."

The four nuns rose respectfully, took three steps back, and then turned and walked in unison toward the monastery prepared specifically for them.

Lawson entered the extremely luxurious core bedroom of the governor's mansion.

Inside the sleeping quarters, the temperature control system adjusted the air to the most comfortable temperature of 22 degrees Celsius.

A very faint, calming incense made from some rare wood permeated the air.

Adèle was already waiting here.

The timing of her receiving the news was so precise that even Lawson secretly admired her.

Before his fleet even reached the synchronous orbit of Planet Obolos III, Adela had already finished all the preparations for cleaning, incense burning, and water temperature control in the core bedroom of the Governor's Mansion, and changed into her most appropriate attire, waiting by the door.

She wore a deep purple silk dress that clung to her mature, voluptuous figure.

Her long hair was neatly styled at the back of her head, revealing her slender, fair neck.

As Lawson entered the bedchamber, Adela greeted him with a perfectly measured, elegant gait.

"My lord, you have accomplished yet another great conquest."

She walked behind Lawson, skillfully unbuckled his tactical belt, and placed it on the weapon rack next to him.

Then, her fingers found the hidden buckle on the back of the Tiger King Armor.

With the aid of living metal, the heavy terracotta armor emitted a low unlocking sound and unfolded to both sides.

Adela showed no disgust whatsoever for the armor stained with the corrupted blood of the great demon.

Lawson gave her a deep look but said nothing.

She carefully supported the edge of the armor, guiding Lawson out of the steel shell.

When Lawson stood shirtless in the bedroom, the air was immediately filled with the smell of sweat mixed with ozone.

Adela led Lawson to the giant bath deep inside the bedroom.

The water temperature in the bathtub has been adjusted to a perfect 43 degrees Celsius.

The water contains specially formulated mineral salts that can soothe muscle fibers and biological agents with mild healing effects.

Lawson stepped into the bathtub, the water just covering his chest.

He closed his eyes and let out a soft, long sigh.

Adela knelt on the jade steps at the edge of the bathtub.

She rolled up the sleeves of her silk dress, revealing her smooth forearms, and then placed them over Lawson's broad shoulders.

Her fingers moved deftly and forcefully, pressing precisely on the muscle node where Lawson's neck and shoulder blades connected.

Chapter 150, the Fifth Leap, unlocks a new unit: Bear Guard!

Half an hour later, Lawson opened his eyes.

Adela immediately took a warm cotton towel and wiped his body.

She then helped Lawson change into a well-tailored black silk casual outfit.

"Well done. You may leave."

"Yes, sir. May you have a peaceful night."

Adela bowed deeply, turned and gracefully left the bedchamber, closing the heavy door behind her.

Lawson walked to the large main seat and sat down.

With a slight thought, a dark blue system panel that only he could see immediately popped up on his retina.

It's time to tally up the ultimate gains of this battle.

During this period, from beheading the demon prince and strangling the Great Unclean One to the continuous slaughter of the Nurgle Legion on the seventeen planets, the massive harvest of life brought about a terrifying accumulation of numbers.

Subspace energy: 1403 points.

Fourteen million points.

It was enough to ignite a galaxy-scale war, enough to rewrite the fate of an entire warband, and enough to make Lawson quietly press the confirm button on the most crucial system option.

A fiery light ignited in Lawson's pupils.

The option for the fifth-order jump is flashing with golden light, and the unlock conditions are clearly displayed below:

Required energy: 10,000,000 subspace energy.

Has the fifth basal transition been confirmed?

"confirm."

Ten million subspace energy deducted. Jump begins.

As Lawson sat in the high-backed chair, he could clearly hear the teeth-grinding cracking sounds coming from inside his body.

The already hexagonal close-packed bone structure is becoming increasingly dense, with calcium and carbon being forcibly compressed at the molecular level, forming a mutated bone structure similar to carbon nanotubes and plastic steel composites.

At the same time, his muscle fiber density expanded at a visible rate.

The firm pectoral, abdominal, and deltoid muscles bulged under the silk casual clothes, but this was not "getting stronger" in the ordinary sense.

On the contrary, Lawson's physique remained almost unchanged; his muscles simply became denser and more defined.

It's like a piece of already extremely hard cold iron being placed in the core of the sun and forged once more.

The heart's spiral structure has been upgraded from multiple layers to seven layers, allowing it to pump six times more blood per pump than a normal human.

The number of neural cords was increased from two to four, bringing the total number of parallel processing channels to five.

This means that Lawson can simultaneously consider five completely different and complex tactical problems, each of which reaches the processing depth of the world's top think tanks.

The jump process lasted fifteen seconds.

The jump is complete.

Current physical attributes: 5 times the limit of the elite jungle warriors in Katachon.

Five times the size of Qatar's elite forces.

If the fourth-order leap brought him to the level of a Thunder Warrior, then now, in terms of pure physical strength, reaction speed, and resilience, he has reached the standard of a top-tier Thunder Warrior.

During the unification wars, this panel data corresponded to the Thunder Warrior company commanders.

According to the imperial archives in Lawson's mind, the Thunder Warriors captains under the Emperor back then could tear apart an entire standard Astartes squad with their bare hands, could single-handedly conquer a fortified castle, and could fight ancient giants in desperate situations.

Now, Lawson possesses this power.

Along with the leap in the main genes, the system also updated the templates of the dead soldiers under its command.

The height limit for assassins has been relaxed.

According to the system's calculations, the five-fold physique of the Catachan elites, with their perfect skeletal structure, should allow their height to expand to 2.6 meters.

Two and a half meters is a perfect fit for the inner lining of the Mark X original power armor that Dante gifted him.

What a perfect match!

This means that Lawson's elite White Tigers will be physically equal to the Empire's newest Protocast Space Marines, and may even have an advantage in pure physical strength.

Lawson has maintained his height at 2.3 meters.

The height of a "warlord leader" should not be so tall that ordinary people cannot look up to him; this is an ancient philosophy that Lawson brought with him from his previous life.

Standing at 2.3 meters tall, just slightly taller than a standard Astartes, he was tall enough to maintain equal visual communication with any Space Marine chapter commander.

This is political science, not military science.

In addition to the leap in physical fitness, various data related to the system's logistics are also skyrocketing.

Thanks to the continuous operation of up to three thousand Ironbone Project incubation pools on three planets, countless Squigs and farts were slaughtered by the system like an assembly line.

The accumulated life points reached an astronomical number.

He issued an order to consume a massive amount of life points to gradually upgrade all his existing combat soldiers to the level of top-tier Thunder Warriors.

This is a qualitative leap in the overall combat capability of the military.

In terms of authority, the fifth leap brought an expansion of the troop limit.

The current maximum number of combat-type suicide soldiers has been increased to 13.

A force of 130 fully-strength Astartes Chapters. In any era, that would be terrifying.

According to the established growth pattern, the upper limit of combat-type suicide soldiers in the next leap will be further increased to around 210,000.

A full complement of 210 Astartes Chapters.

Losen closed the overview interface with satisfaction, opened the exchange category for combat-type suicide soldiers, and prepared to replenish his troop strength.

His gaze swept across the familiar list.

In the area that previously only displayed the standard human skeleton icon, a brand new, rugged icon radiating a dark red glow appeared.

It was an extremely large, subhuman silhouette, like a mountain of flesh.