Warhammer: Empire Reboot

A chitinous claw blade from a hybrid creature pierced his back, penetrating his left lung and heart, and exiting through his chest.

The hybrid lay beside him, its head severed in half by Number 4's last strike, and the Katachon's Fang was deeply embedded in the hybrid's cervical vertebrae.

Number 4 perished together with the enemy who killed him in his final moments.

Lawson was silent for two seconds.

On the list of assassins in his mind, the information bar for number 4 had turned gray.

The hybrid that killed Number 4 died in Number 4's counterattack, so the system still completed the settlement.

【Biomass +13】

This was the last contribution that number 4 made with his life.

"Take away his body and weapons," Lawson ordered.

Numbers 11 and 15 lifted up the body of Number 4.

The Katachon's Fang was pulled from the hybrid's cervical spine, wiped clean, and retrieved along with all of Number 4's equipment.

Meanwhile, the injuries of No. 31 and No. 34 were quickly healed with 10 life points.

Then they evacuated.

Thirty-nine people quickly traversed the pre-designated evacuation route, laid three time-delay booby traps along the way, and safely returned to their base.

Upon returning to the base, the first thing Lawson did was open the system panel.

Life Points and Steel were greatly replenished during the three-way battle.

The new resource of biomass has accumulated to 170 points.

The subspace energy remains at only 2 points.

Lawson clicked on the detailed description of biomass:

[Biomass: High-density organic energy extracted after killing Terran-related organisms.]

[Currently available modification: Subcutaneous chitinous nail implantation.]

Lawson stared at the line of text, his pupils contracting slightly.

Chitinous inner armor, simply put, is like implanting the Zerg's impenetrable organic armor layer under human skin. Once implanted, it's equivalent to the Imperial carapace.

Shell armor represents the pinnacle of non-powered armor for mortals, and is generally only worn by elite members of the Astronautical Army, political commissars, and inquisitors.

A suicide soldier wearing armor can withstand multiple direct hits from laser guns and block medium-caliber live bullets.

Ninety assassins were all implanted?

Those were ninety armored-class Catachan jungle warriors.

But the price list calmed him down.

Each person receives thirty points of biomass and thirty points of subspace energy. The biomass is barely enough for three people, while he only has two points of subspace energy in total.

The only demons he's killed so far are those two lowest-ranking lesser demons. Just one of each.

To reach that number, he would need to kill many demons, or even higher-ranking demons.

With his current strength, it's not the right time yet.

But this road has already been marked on the map.

Lawson closes the panel.

The advantage of suicide soldiers lies not in their immortality, but in their ability to be recreated.

As long as Lawson lives and resources are sufficient, fallen assassins can be replaced by new ones.

Lawson exchanged 100 life points and one cubic meter of refined steel for a new assassin.

"Your name is number 4."

The new No. 4 placed his right hand on his chest.

"loyalty!"

Same identification number, same genetic template, entirely new individual.

Through skill sharing, Lawson resynchronized the core of the combat experience accumulated by the old No. 4 to the new No. 4.

A few seconds later, the new No. 4's gaze became calm.

Next came the expansion of the military.

With ample reserves of refined steel, life points were significantly replenished during the three-way battle.

Another batch of assassins materialized from the void, and the number of people inside the stronghold rapidly increased.

The final number was ninety-one, plus number 6 in the armory.

There are nine full-staff classes of ten students each, with one class leader in each class.

The outpost has been expanded into a dual-core structure: the main outpost is used for command and rest, while the secondary outpost is used for assembly and armed deployment.

During this busy period of military expansion and construction, a small figure was constantly busy in every corner of the stronghold.

The small wrench began to show value that Lawson had never anticipated.

Chapter 29 The Information Overheard by Little Wrench

The first is the ability to maintain green-skinned equipment.

The Imperial equipment that had been modified by the Greenskins and seized from the Techmaster Workshop was purified by the system to remove the Chaos Contamination, but the Greenskins' physical modifications remained intact.

Force field generator, a laser gun with several extra barrels welded on, and some random green tools are puzzles that are difficult for humans to understand.

A laser gun with three extra barrels welded on still retains those three extra barrels after being cleaned.

You need to know which one is original, which one is decorative, and which one will explode if you touch it.

Little Wrench knows.

It tapped and pounded on the equipment with its calloused, nimble claws, making a series of mutterings that only Greenskins could understand, and then, in a way that would give any Imperial technical cleric a stroke, it quickly finished debugging the equipment.

"Alright, it works now, Boss Big Shrimp."

Lawson took the adjusted laser gun and examined it.

It definitely works.

The shooting accuracy has improved significantly compared to before the purification process; the small wrench was obviously used to adjust the aiming angle of the barrel during the debugging process.

“Not bad,” Lawson said.

The little wrench's big ears flapped excitedly after hearing the praise.

But it was the second value that the small wrench demonstrated that truly impressed Lawson.

It can translate the green-skinned communication signals.

Within the metal skeleton of this wrecked ship, the various Greenskin tribes used a primitive but effective method of long-distance communication: striking signals.

Different rhythms and frequencies represent different messages: an army assembling, prey being spotted, or a call for reinforcements.

Inside a wrecked ship where electromagnetic interference was so severe that any Imperial communication equipment could only pick up static, this method worked surprisingly well.

Little Wrench listened to Tech Master tapping the walls with a hammer every day in Tech Master's workshop, relaying information to other tribes.

Through constant exposure, it learned most of the commonly used keystroke codes.

"Big Shrimp Boss!"

Suddenly, Little Wrench grabbed the rope tied around its neck and hopped frantically toward Lawson.

Number 1's belt was pulled askew by it.

"what's up?"

"The walls are talking!"

The little wrench pressed a pointed ear against the nearest metal bulkhead: "Those two big green sirens over there in the corridor are yelling to move things, the big boss is calling for everyone to assemble and move things down!"

Lawson walked over and pressed his ear against the bulkhead.

He could hear extremely faint, rhythmic metallic knocking sounds.

"Thump...thump thump...thump...thump thump thump..."

If it weren't for the small wrench pointing it out, he would never have noticed this signal, which was drowned out by the various background noises inside the wrecked ship.

"What does it mean?"

"It's a large tribe mobilizing its troops!"

Little Wrench's big eyes gleamed with excitement: "Moving weapons down below means the big tribes are going to move their weapons to the lower decks to fight! The big boss is going to have a big battle!"

The Greenskin tribe is shifting heavy firepower to the deep deck.

This confirms Lawson's earlier assessment that the main force of the Greenskins is fighting other forces on a battlefield deeper inside the wrecked ship, and the situation seems to be escalating.

This intelligence is of immense value. The Greenskins' concentration of troops and firepower deep within the enemy lines means the outer perimeter is more vulnerable, allowing them to extend their hunting grounds more boldly.

At the same time, he could learn in advance about the movement direction of the Greenskin army and avoid running into the main force that was moving.

"Little Wrench, from now on, you will listen to the wall every half hour. If you hear any knocking signal, tell me immediately."

"Yes, Boss Shrimp! Little Wrench is the best listener! He has the sharpest ears! He'll make sure he doesn't miss a single word!"

The little wrench was so excited it almost jumped up. If it weren't for the monofilament rope restricting its movement, it would probably have run around number 1 three times already.

A fart spirit, tied with a rope, was eavesdropping on the wall, then reporting the orc tribe's military movements to a human in a broken, half-green, half-human grammar.

This scene would be sufficient to constitute at least three charges of heresy in the eyes of any judge in the Imperial Inquisition.

But Lawson is not a judge.

Lawson stood on the gantry crane at the highest point of the stronghold, looking down at the area below.

Ninety strong men from the Katachang were scattered across the two stronghold areas.

Some were cleaning their guns, some were eating, and some were doing final equipment checks before setting off on patrol.