Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"If the Regent tells you to do it, then get out of here and do it."

Astoria steadied herself, her face turning even paler.

Seth patted the chainsaw sword at his waist.

"Do you really want to see the Lord Seal and his gang of tough guys, shirtless, fighting Chaos Space Marines with bayonets on the front lines?"

"The legal code is for those who drink tea in the rear."

"What the front lines need are steel plates, explosives, and armor that can stop blades."

He took a step closer.

"If you lose even one body, I'll personally shove your head into the plasma reactor."

Astoria immediately stood up straight and slammed his right fist into his chest.

"Yes, Your Excellency! Lord Seth! I will take care of it immediately!"

He turned and walked away quickly, almost bumping into the servo skull by the door.

The bridge fell silent again.

Dante walked up to the bulletproof glass.

Outside the window, the starry sky, which had been glowing red by the firelight of the Chaos Fleet, was gradually returning to its deep black.

Those shadows of death, powerful enough to destroy several worlds, have all gone in another direction.

Agrippina is about to become the bloodiest and most terrifying eye of the storm in the entire galaxy.

Dante looked into the darkness.

After a long silence, he whispered:

"I hope the Lawson brothers are as tough as they say."

Agrippina, the main star and central command hub.

A massive holographic star map hung in the center of the Thinker array, like a sea of ​​stars forcibly nailed down. Hundreds of T-series mechanical assassins surrounded it, their servo arms constantly extending and retracting, data cables connecting to rows of logic interfaces like black vines.

Lawson sat in his large conductor's chair, tossing a Hellbrass Gear in his hand.

The gear fell, but he caught it again.

A crisp sound.

No one spoke.

That full-band broadcast, powerful enough to pierce the sky, has already been sent out.

Of course, Lawson knew the consequences.

In the coming months, how many fleets will be watching Agrippina, and how many madmen, demons, aliens, and Inquisition dogs will circle this place in red on the star map?

He's not the kind of reckless man who yells and then waits to die.

Lawson knew one thing better than anyone else:

Strategically, you can insult your enemies by calling them pigs and dogs.

Tactically, these pigs and dogs must be treated as prehistoric beasts that could bite through your throat at any moment.

Consciousness sinks.

The report on swarm intelligence was then presented.

[Combat Report: First to Sixth Landing Wedge Removal Operations, Boarding Operation of the Iron Cage Throne.]

[1430 Thunder Warrior-level assassins killed in action.]

[112 Heavy Bear Guard Soldiers Killed in Action]

[15 White Tiger Power Armor Warriors Killed in Action.]

[Command executed: All troop strength has been replenished. Current battle order is maintained at 100% full strength.]

Lawson didn't even lift his eyelids.

These numbers are not expressions of mourning. They represent costs.

[Logistics Reserve Calculation: The current routine combat reserve level at each life point has been forcibly locked at the red line of 30 million points.]

[Objective: Ensure that the combat formation can withstand the highest frequency of attrition warfare in the face of an impending galactic-scale siege, without any supply disruptions.]

[Keystone Sequence Deployment: Currently, five million keystone sequences have been deployed on Agrippina Prime. An additional two to three million keystone nodes will be deployed every fourteen-day harvest cycle, based on life point reserves and battlefield infrastructure needs.]

Chapter 164 The White Tiger, Crimson Dragon, Luan Bird, Taotie, and Black Tortoise: The Five Great Legions are Gathered

Five million cornerstone sequence.

They have penetrated Agrippina’s riddled industrial areas, pipelines, fire control networks, and underground ammunition depots, reconnecting every nerve of this aging world-building machine.

But this is only Lawson's own base.

Agrippina herself is a steel monster who has been mechanically trained for thousands of years.

[Handover Inventory: The original Agrippina Mechanic Order has completed initial suppression and transfer of authority.]

[Available technical priests: Approximately three million.]

[The remaining Defenders of the Church: approximately 15 million.]

Total number of servants of all models: approximately 60 billion.

Six hundred billion machine servants.

The sheer number caused even the T-series' operational logic to pause briefly.

Six hundred billion mortals once had names, families, tempers, fears, and debts.

Then the frontal lobe was cut off, and tracks, pincers, a crane, and weapon interfaces were installed.

In the end, they became rows of breathing tools in the warehouse.

Lawson looked at the data without any emotion.

He simply rearranged the order of consumption.

"T-007".

The high-ranking mechanical assassin standing to the side immediately turned around, and the six servo arms behind him retracted simultaneously.

"BOSS".

"The next defensive battle will involve high-risk line-filling tasks, decoy positions exposed to orbital bombardment, emergency repairs in areas with high radiation, and positions where human soldiers must be used to block the enemy's armored advance. The consumption priority will be rewritten."

The electronic eye of T-007 lit up.

"Recording."

Lawson placed the Hellbrass Gear on the table, the sound as flat as distributing screws.

"First tier, 60 billion machine servants."

"Second Sequence, Local Apologetics."

"If the above two types of units are all wiped out, or if there are complex tactical missions that they cannot perform, then the cornerstone sequence will take over."

T-007 paused briefly.

This was confirmed to be true after confirming that the command did not contain any hidden ethical comments.

Lawson glanced at it.

"Can't understand?"

“I understand, Boss. It’s just that if some of the stubborn sages of the local Mechanicus knew about this ranking, the probability of them rebelling would increase by 3.7 percent.”

"Then let them not know."

What if they find out?

"Make them the first priority."

T-007 lowered its head.

"clear."

Lawson is not a good person.

In this universe, machine servants are no longer considered complete humans.

Instead of letting them rust in the warehouse, let them consume the Chaos Bombs.

The same goes for the Guardians of the Faith. Their mechanical modifications are impressive, and they loudly praise the spirit of their machines, but when they actually enter the swarm tactics chain, their reaction speed isn't even considered substandard.

Good steel should be used where it's most needed.

The cornerstone sequence is Agrippina's fire control, communications, maintenance, and logistics nerve center, not the first wave of meat used to fill trenches.

The next item is the spoils of war.

[High-level Soul Extraction: After several days of continuous clearing out the main forces of Chaos, including veteran Iron Warriors, Chaos Terminators, Demon Princes, and a large number of corrupted mutants.]

[A total of 1300 million points of subspace energy were intercepted and purified.]

This time, even Lawson paused for a moment.

This is the ticket to the next leap forward, the ticket to more suicide bombers, more miracles, and more capital to rub the rules of the universe to the ground.

The bee colony continued to report.

[Heavy physical loot: One 8km-class heavy flagship, the "Iron Cage Throne," has begun systematic whitewashing and double-headed eagle paintwork.]

[Wreckage of various Chaos Knight mechs: thirty units.]

[One Chaos Hound-class Titan wreckage.]

[Power Armor Seizure: Various models of power armor, not completely destroyed, were salvaged from the corpses of Iron Warriors. After T-series physical assembly and logical purification, it is estimated that approximately 400 fully functional power armor suits can be assembled.]

Lawson's attention fell on the wreckage of the warhound Titan.

He remembered the first landing wedge.