Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The numbers for subspace energy were jumping wildly on Lawson's system panel at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After issuing the order to mass troop deployment at the front, Lawson did not rest.

A soldier who is 4.2 meters tall and weighs 5 tons cannot possibly go to the battlefield naked.

Although the bare-body defense of a Tier 4 Bear Guard is comparable to that of a Mark VI power armor, what Lawson wants is a top-tier, unshakeable heavy infantry unit.

He teleported directly to Planet Obulus I—his own industrial world—using the static force field anchor point.

The fifth nest city, the core furnace area at the bottom level.

Lawson, dressed in a light black trench coat, stood in front of the huge holographic projection table.

The tracked chassis of the Great Sage Xos slowly emerged from a hidden elevator shaft, its eight servo robotic arms flailing restlessly in mid-air.

Ever since he was humiliated by Lawson overwriting the code of T-001, this leader of the Dark Mechanicus, who "only retains 1% of his physical body," has been filled with awe and excitement whenever he sees Lawson.

Because he vaguely realized that by following Lawson, he could access more forbidden knowledge and play with more cutting-edge technology than he had managed to gather from all the ancient tombs in the galaxy over the past seven hundred years.

"grown ups."

A synthesized electronic voice from Kexas blared from the loudspeaker, "Your will is the cog in the machine. What are your orders?"

Lawson projected the three-dimensional wireframe of the four-times Oglin warrior, derived from swarm intelligence, onto the holographic platform.

A gigantic humanoid silhouette, 4.2 meters tall, slowly rotated in the red light.

"I want you to customize a batch of reinforced heavy armor for soldiers of this size."

The servo prosthetic eye of the Xerox ...

His synthesized electronic voice was noticeably raised by half an octave.

"Praise be to the god of all machines."

"Sir, the mass and kinetic energy generated by the movement of creatures of this size exceed the limits of conventional individual soldier armor. If you request that they be equipped with the kind of powered armor with servo muscle bundles and direct nerve connections like the Space Marines..."

Ksaston paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, "In engineering terms, this is almost impossible."

"why?"

"Because of the technological barriers and extremely high costs," Krusas pointed out the bottleneck with great expertise: "Scaling up the power armor to 4.2 meters is not simply a matter of increasing the amount of ceramic steel used. To power a creature of this size and mass, a more robust internal servo transmission system must be redesigned. The most critical component is the power backpack. Conventional micro fusion reactors simply cannot power this behemoth; we must develop and adapt a completely new, large power core from scratch. This results in extremely high unit costs and an extremely long manufacturing cycle, almost equivalent to building a small dreadnought, making rapid mass production impossible."

“I didn’t say I wanted power armor,” Lawson interrupted him.

He knew very well that although the Oglins' nervous system had been repaired by the system, the cost of mass-producing giant power armor capable of supporting a five-ton weight and achieving zero-delay movement was outrageously high, and the maintenance was extremely troublesome.

More importantly, they don't need servo muscles at all.

"I want the larger version of the 'Centurion Heavy Armor'."

Lawson traced the outline of the heavy armor plates on the hologram with his finger.

"No need for servo muscle bundles to provide power, because their own strength is sufficient to support this shell. No need for complex neural connections, just pure physical defense."

"Insert anti-gravity modules inside the load-bearing nodes of my chest, shoulder armor, and legs."

The X-ray machine suddenly flashed a blinding light.

Anti-gravity module technology. While this is considered advanced technology in the Empire, it is not unheard of.

Space Marines often equipped their heavy weapons with miniature levitation nets to reduce weight.

In the construction of hive cities and warships, large-scale anti-gravity arrays are already a fairly mature system.

However, stuffing large anti-gravity modules into individual heavy armor...

In the entire history of military engineering in the empire, this was a direction that no one had ever seriously considered.

Because neither ordinary mortal soldiers nor Astartes have such a large "internal volume" to accommodate the anti-gravity module.

Their armor was tightly fitted to their bodies, creating an extremely cramped space.

But 4.2 meters...

Their chest cavity is large enough to fit the power core of a standard Chimera armored vehicle.

"A brilliant idea..."

The Great Sage's electronic voice carried a hint of technological fervor and trembling.

He couldn't even control his eight servo robotic arms, which twisted excitedly in mid-air, as if they couldn't wait to touch the blueprint.

"Sir, you are right. This enhanced Centurion heavy armor is large enough that it has ample internal space to accommodate large anti-gravity modules. These modules can directly offset 70% of the armor's weight. In this way, this killing machine will not trample through our deck like a battering ram when it moves."

Klass's electronic voice lowered, almost to himself:

"Moreover, if the anti-gravity module has sufficient power, it can even give Xiong Wei the ability to leap three to five meters into the air in an instant, enabling vertical maneuvering on the battlefield."

"A five-ton flesh-and-blood tank, falling from the sky at a speed of fifteen meters per second... that would be the ultimate nightmare for any bunker or any defensive line."

Lawson bit his cigar, a slow smile playing on his lips.

Within the empire, there's a fondness for this kind of grand and beautifully violent design.

It does not require precise servo drives or complex machine soul management.

All you need to do is make the armor plates thick enough and the caliber large enough, then use a simple and brutal anti-gravity engine to lift them up.

This perfectly aligns with the stagnant yet highly effective violent aesthetics of human empires over the past millennia.

"The bulletproof material uses a composite layer of plastic steel and ceramic steel. The front chest plate and shoulders are reinforced. The helmet is designed to be fully enclosed and integrates basic night vision and gas filter systems, directly connecting to their endogenous bone conduction communication module."

"Where are the weapons, sir?"

With extreme professionalism, Krus continued to press, "Given their size and strength, the specifications of the weapons they wield must also be redesigned."

"Two long-handled weapons."

Lawson traced two rugged silhouettes on the holographic platform with his fingers. "In the left hand is an enlarged heavy tower shield, no less than 38 centimeters thick, containing a shield generator and spikes along the lower edge, which can be used as a melee ramming weapon. In the right hand is a power warhammer, with a head made of a mixture of molten adamantite and hell brass."

"Armor plates specifically designed to smash the Demon Engine."

The servo robotic arms of the Kexos are working at breakneck speed, with eight arms working simultaneously, each handling a different technical module.

The Dark Mechanicus Grand Sage and Lawson quickly finalized the design specifications for this batch of centurion heavy armor.

For Xarus, the absence of the technical requirements for direct neural connections and servo feedback systems is tantamount to creating a batch of giant humanoid iron barrels.

Although this iron fortress anti-gravity module needs to be equipped with basic night vision, anti-toxic, and communication systems, it must withstand the kinetic energy backlash of a 5-ton host and be able to wield a heavy warhammer.

However, compared to the Space Marine Power Armor, which boasts an exceptional craftsmanship of "one suit of armor paired with one machine spirit," the Bear Guard Heavy Armor is essentially a "mass-produced, rough-and-ready product."

"Sir, I assure you with my life."

Krusas exaggeratedly patted the reactor shell on his chest with a mechanical arm, "This Centurion heavy armor is extremely easy to manufacture because it has stripped away the core technology of the power armor. Once the mold is formed, it can be mass-produced on an assembly line."

"Time." That was all Lawson cared about.

"Seven days from now, I will personally provide you with the first set of combat samples for ballistic testing. A month from now, this batch of heavy armor will be ready for mass production in the forging area of ​​Nest City No. 5," the Great Sage promised confidently.

"very good."

Lawson turned and left. "I will allocate two hundred T-series mechanical assassins to assist you. They will optimize your production line code. I don't want a month; I'll only give you twenty days. After twenty days, I want to see the first batch of mass-produced products."

The eight mechanical arms of the Xerox were frozen in mid-air.

"Twenty days..." he tried to bargain, "Sir, based on the current production line capacity..."

"Then let's build a new production line."

Lawson didn't turn around. "I only need the finished products in batches twenty days from now."

Krus held his ground for three seconds, then his eight mechanical arms simultaneously bent forward in an almost contorted manner, forming the most humble gesture.

"Yes, my lord."

As Lawson left, his black trench coat billowed up in a gust of cold wind and disappeared into the shadows of the elevator shaft.

Under the supreme command of this great sage who had just been cornered, the entire wartime industrial machinery of the Scorched Iron Forging Company began a violent, twenty-day rush to complete a project that would be recorded in the annals of the Dark Mechanicus.

Over the next two weeks.

The entire Klein galaxy became the true burial ground for the Nurgle demons.

One hundred and twenty thousand ruthless assassins are carrying out the most efficient killing programs on seventeen planets.

The Corrupted Forest of Klein-V was completely burned down in three days, and tens of millions of ancient giant trees contaminated by Nurgle were reduced to ashes by the plasma wall.

Klein-X, the main grain reserve known as "Rotten Granary," was completely crushed along with the 600 surviving Death Guard Plague Warriors entrenched there, under the onslaught of the White Tiger Squad's Iron Cavalry Terminator armored vehicles.

The Great Rift Valley in the Northern Hemisphere of Klein-III was used by Lawson as a "strangulation zone".

Hundreds of thousands of plague walkers were deliberately driven into the Great Rift Valley from all directions, and then thousands of flamethrowers opened fire simultaneously from both sides of the canyon, turning the entire canyon into a boiling pot of death broth.

There was only the endless roar of exploding bombs and the burning of plasma.

Every second, a continuous stream of subspace energy converges into Lawson's system.

The simultaneous activation of the "harvesting mode" on seventeen planets caused Lawson's subspace energy numbers to surge at a rate of nearly 20 points per day.

Two weeks later.

Lawson has finally accumulated enough subspace energy.

At this point, his account balance had reached 670 million points.

He immediately pulled up the template for the Eugene Death Squad.

"To elevate the physical attributes of the Oglin elites to the fourth leap."

Command confirmed. Consumed 666 million points of subspace energy, including all energy used from Tier 1 to Tier 4. Eugrim template upgrade in progress…

Upgrade complete.

Current Ougin template: Fourth-order jump (size increase 1.4 times, mass increase and density enhancement 4 times).

Lawson didn't rush to click the redeem button.

He hadn't forgotten the hidden permission the system had granted him—template customization.

He is 4.2 meters tall and weighs 5 tons.

When such a behemoth engages in high-intensity charges and combat, the oxygen and blood circulation requirements of its muscle groups will be astronomical.

If one merely increases body size, even if bone and muscle density meet the standards, the cardiopulmonary system will inevitably face the risk of failure due to insufficient blood supply.

"Modify the parameters of the internal organs in the template."