Warhammer: Empire Reboot

He stepped forward and asked loudly, "Master of the Seal, we Kadians are not afraid of death! Can we still go to the battlefield?"

Lawson glanced at him and laughed, "Those who can hold a gun should go to the battlefield."

"Those who can't hold a gun, go and repair guns."

"If you can't even repair a gun, at least take good care of the child."

Lawson turned around, his black cloak billowing in a cold, hard arc in the acid rain.

"I don't keep useless people here, nor do I treat people as useless."

In the second underground decomposition hall of Agrippina, the air was filled with the pungent smell of ozone and the stench of corpses.

Five massive wrecked Chaos Knight mechs were towed into the site by a heavy-duty tracked vehicle.

They were forcibly and violently destroyed by the heavily armed Bear Guards under Lawson's command.

One Tyrant-class aircraft, twelve meters tall; two Predator-class aircraft; and two Warhound-class aircraft.

These war machines may have lost power, but they are not dead.

Within the gaps in the tattered armor plates, dark red subspace mucus rose and fell slowly, like breathing.

From the smashed exhaust pipe, foul-smelling black smoke with blurry human face shapes spewed out intermittently.

Inside the shattered cockpit, the bodies of those Chaos Noble pilots had long been smashed into a pulp by Xiong Wei's Thunder Hammer, but their half-melted remnants of souls remained firmly attached to the nerve bundles of the Knight Mechs, emitting piercing warp whispers.

As the two ordinary mechanical priests responsible for cleaning up the site approached the wreckage less than ten meters away, their bionic eyes began to flash garbled text, and black blood gushed from their nasal cavities.

Several of the apostolic guard aircraft responsible for transporting the goods stopped in place, their logic processors went haywire, and their transmitters began repeatedly reciting irreverent and erroneous prayers.

The Dark Sage Xerath stood before the wreckage, his eight servo mechanical arms flexing and extending restlessly in mid-air.

These five wrecked machines are a priceless treasure trove of technology.

"A perfect sample of data variation."

Krus, his greed undisguised, said, "My Lord, please allow me to move these mechs into the deep, sealed isolation chamber. I need five hundred psionic slaves as expendable resources to set up twelve stasis fields. Give me three months, and I can extract the subspace logic virus from their fire control code. This will be extremely helpful for rewriting Agrippina's defense network..."

“Wash it clean,” Lawson interrupted him.

Krus didn't immediately grasp the meaning of the term: "You mean, initiate a purification ritual? This requires the assistance of a high-ranking state priest, and the failure rate exceeds seventy percent, once the machine spirit goes berserk..."

Without explanation, Lawson directly ordered the fifty T-series mechanical assassins standing to the side: "Cut them into eight pieces. Cut them into parts with a volume not exceeding twenty cubic meters."

Faced with the terrifying chaotic radiation that would cause even ordinary technical priests to bleed from the nose if they got close, the fifty T-series assassins silently stepped forward.

The warp whispers and illusions that could drive anyone mad had no effect on these purely physical and logical creations.

Fifty T-series assassins spread out, forming groups of ten, and rushed toward a knight mech.

They didn't compare the blueprints, didn't look for entry points in the armor seams, and didn't hold any ceremony to appease the machine's spirit.

In the knowledge base of swarm intelligence, the complete blueprints of the Knight mech and the optimal disassembly process have already been distributed to the brains of every node.

Eighty servo robotic arms are working simultaneously.

Two servo arms firmly hold the main armor plate in place, while two plasma cutting torches extend out, simultaneously cutting through the six stress points of the hydraulic frame in perfect arcs.

The other four probed directly into the gaps in the armor, precisely severing the transmission cables.

The coordination among these ten mechanical assassins completely violated the logic of collaboration between independent individuals.

The moment the assassin on the left cut through a main load-bearing column, causing the machine to tilt due to gravity, the assassin on the right had already positioned the hydraulic pusher at the perfect stress point.

Soon, the five massive Chaos Knight mechs were dismantled into mountains of standard-sized metal modules with cold, industrial efficiency.

The gap in the static space of the [Arsenal] has opened.

Due to space constraints, the T-series assassins stuffed the heavy parts into the gaps in space in batches, much like filling a blast furnace with coal.

Krus's servo arm froze in mid-air; he couldn't understand the point of stuffing these highly corrupted remnants into a warp pocket.

A few seconds later.

Space distorted again.

The knight mech parts were ejected with a heavy thud, crashing onto the adamantite floor.

The X-ray machine turned the scan power to maximum.

The blasphemous eight-pointed star runes and distorted chaotic faces on the mech's armor plates were completely scraped away as if by an invisible molecular-level scraper, leaving only a smooth metallic base.

Those flesh-and-blood cables, which had become one with the mechanical pipelines, all dried up, disintegrated, and turned into a pile of lifeless grayish-white powder.

Inside the cockpit parts, the wailing screams of vengeful spirits that were originally enough to pollute the entire hall were completely drained by some extremely tyrannical force.

The whispers of the subspace that had always accompanied the creation of chaos came to an abrupt end.

What lies on the floor now is no longer a terrifying chaotic relic, but a pile of absolutely clean war machine parts!

Krusa suddenly turned his head to look at Lawson.

As a former High Sage of the Mechanicus, he understood the weight of purification better than anyone else.

In the Empire, purifying a knightly mech corrupted by Chaos requires hundreds of priests to chant purification prayers for months on end, sacrifices of numerous psykers to counteract the warp debris, and still has a very high probability of failure.

But for Lawson, he simply chopped them up and stuffed them into that unknown space, like washing a wrench covered in mud, and that was the physical way to clean them!

"Throw away the useless trash."

Looking at the pile of clean parts, Lawson gave the next instruction.

"Remove the Throne Mechanism."

The T-series assassins immediately took action, roughly uprooting the throne machine in the core area of ​​the cockpit—a machine requiring noble blood and extensive training to establish neural connections—and tossing it aside as scrap metal.

Lawson intends to completely hollow out these knight mechs, replace them with direct-connect control consoles, and transform them into heavy-duty war nodes purely piloted by the suicide soldiers.

"Your Excellency, the Master of the Seal..."

Looking at the discarded core components, Krusas couldn't help but speak, "The Throne Mechanism is the soul of the Knight Mech. Without it, the mech's servo response time will increase by 2.4 seconds, and this sluggishness is fatal in melee combat with behemoths."

"That's within your system."

Lawson watched indifferently as the T-series assassins began to refinish their armor parts. "My soldiers don't need machine spirits to help with balance."

"T-001, assess the restructuring cycle."

T-001 turned its head, its mechanical eye flashed, and the swarm's computing power instantly provided the most accurate engineering estimate: "After abandoning the Throne Mechanism, it is necessary to rebuild the underlying direct-drive network and install an anti-gravity shock absorption module. A customized modification will take about three months."

……

Ninety-seven kilometers away from the Agrippina No. 1 site lies the Black Rift Valley.

Valence, the frontline company commander of the Iron Warriors of the Fourth Chaos Space Marine Corps, was standing behind the blast-proof observation window of a bunker.

He held a rangefinder in his hand, and the data panel displayed optical feedback from the battlefield ahead.

He received a battle report that five knight mechs had been torn apart by hand.

He knew that the five knights had died in close-quarters combat when the infantry boarded them at close range, which proved that the enemy had an extremely elite assault team.

But this does not mean that Agrippina, the Death Star that was delayed for four years, has undergone a qualitative change in its overall defense system.

To verify this, Valence devised an extremely professional probing attack.

"Slave formation, advance. Maintain a skirmish line of one hundred meters."

Ten thousand mutated slaves and Chaos cultists were driven out of their bunkers and pressed forward through the mud toward position number one.

The sole purpose of these cannon fodder was to probe Agrippina's machine gun firepower and reaction speed in the forward minefield.

"Heat source decoy activated."

In the twelve abandoned bomb craters of the Black Rift Valley, large heat generators were activated simultaneously, emitting infrared signatures equivalent to those of heavy artillery positions.

This is a fake target.

"Artillery company, coordinate adjustment. Reverse slope launch."

The real Iron Warrior artillery position was hidden in a huge depression behind a 600-meter-high rocky hill, three kilometers away from the decoy target.

Thirty-two petrified lizard self-propelled guns and hellbeast heavy guns locked onto Agrippina's forward positions.

Blind firing across the terrain is the trench warfare tactic that the Iron Warriors excel at.

"Drone swarm, take off. Cut-in angle 35 degrees."

Eight hundred drones, corrupted by disease and plagued by flies, carrying high-explosive bombs, took off, skimming the ground.

Their tactical objective was to lure Agrippina's anti-aircraft laser silos.

Based on the experience of the past four years, Agrippina's air defense system is extremely rigid. As soon as a drone enters the outer warning zone, those laser wells will open fire in advance, thus exposing the blind spots of the air defense positions.

Finally, Valens dispatched twelve veteran Iron Warriors, scattered across twelve high points, to keep a close watch on Agrippina's surface structures using high-precision optical instruments.

This is a perfect set of compound probes.

Cannon fodder can be used to lure machine guns, drones can be used to lure air defenses, and decoys can be used to lure counter-attack artillery fire.

Valence used constants to test Agrippina's variables.

Chapter 161 Non-combat suicide soldiers converted into [Foundation Sequence]

"Fire."

Thirty-two heavy cannons fired simultaneously.

A piercing whistling sound tore through the clouds.

In the ruins at the front of the Agrippina No. 1 position, suicide soldier C-492 was lying behind a broken steel beam.

He was holding a laser locator in his hand.

A heavy exploding shell from the petrified lizard cannon landed five meters to his left.

The violent explosion instantly blew off the left half of C-492's body.

His left arm, half of his chest cavity, and left leg were completely gone, and his internal organs were mixed with mud and splashed everywhere.

He didn't even turn his head to look at his wound.

In the last two and a half seconds before its function was fading, C-492 used its remaining right arm to steadily hold the laser locator, its right eye fixed on the still-dissipating shell trail in the sky.

With the support of swarm intelligence's microsecond-level computing power, he reverse-engineered the position of the enemy's artillery by analyzing the parabolic arc of the shell, wind drift data, and impact kinetic energy.