Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson pointed to the near-Earth orbit with his finger.

"This tactic will be fully implemented. All surface missile silos will be upgraded as a key focus."

The optical lens of the T-001 rotates.

"The original air defense silo parameters were used to launch high-explosive interceptor missiles and plasma beams. Occasionally, emergency launches of heavy solid boarding torpedoes are feasible. For long-term use, the bottom hydraulic push module and ballistic calculation core need to be rebuilt."

"Then rebuild."

Lawson drew a red line in near-Earth orbit.

"The Chaos Fleet isn't stupid. In the upcoming siege, if they choose to deploy landing pods from high orbit or probe from a distance, we'll intercept them with conventional anti-aircraft fire nets and void shields. That's a war of attrition, which is acceptable."

His finger stopped in the low-rail area.

"but."

The temperature inside the command center seemed to have dropped a little.

"If they dare to lower their warships to low orbit and attempt to bombard our factories and defenses with close-range heavy artillery, they will be able to achieve their goals."

Lawson tapped his finger heavily on the launch silo marker.

"Abandon conventional air defense."

"Boarding torpedoes, please."

T-001 immediately began simulation.

The Chaos Battleship descends to its lower orbit.

The surface launch silo is activated.

Solid torpedoes with ridiculously thick armor burst from the ground, not aiming to destroy enemy ships, but only to penetrate the armor layers.

The torpedo was successfully embedded.

Two suicide bombers survived at the anchor point.

Static field activated.

The White Tiger and the Crimson Dragon instantly traversed space, appearing directly at the bridge, engine room, ammunition depot, and Geller force field node.

Lawson looked at the simulation results.

This is what he wanted.

Turn Agrippina's low orbit into a trap.

The Chaos Warships flew high, and everyone exchanged fire.

If they dare to fly low, they're not here to bomb.

They've come to deliver the boat.

With ground defenses in place, Lawson turned his attention to outer space.

"Fleet reorganization plan?"

The holographic star map switched again, and more than a dozen blue dots lit up in space.

Agrippina originally retained six cruisers, including the Luna-class, Gothic-class, and Dictator-class.

Lawson brought his own Tyrant-class heavy cruiser.

The eight-kilometer-class flagship Iron Cage Throne has just been captured and its permissions have been unlocked.

There are also three Sword-class corvettes.

Eight large capital ships and three frigates.

"Sir, the fleet has completed its integration."

T-001 reports.

"They will be deployed outside the geosynchronous orbit of Agrippina's primary star, forming a defensive wolf pack. The original six cruisers of Agrippina have emptied their local mechanical training crews, the swarm intelligence master control terminal has been connected, and the core sequence crew members have taken over all operational positions."

Lawson nodded.

The naval warfare logic in the Warhammer universe is brutal and primitive.

For warships of the same specifications, with armor of the same thickness and main guns of the same level, what truly determines victory or defeat is often not the size of the gun barrel, but whether the captain and the lower-level crew can carry out orders to the end in the worst possible conditions.

A moon-class cruiser, five kilometers long, crammed with nearly 100,000 crew members and slaves.

The captain ordered a salvo from the port side guns.

The order must be relayed from the bridge to the lower decks.

The deck officers brandished electric whips, driving thousands of slaves to drag hundreds of tons of cannon shells with iron chains and stuff them into the breech.

Any mistake at any stage could be fatal.

Communication is being interfered with by static electricity, causing a three-second delay.

The lower deck catches fire, slaves trample, ten seconds slow.

The loading team, fearing a mishap, caused the shell to jam, delaying the loading by twenty seconds.

In a space battle, twenty seconds is enough for an enemy laser spear to slice through your side.

Now, Lawson has replaced those 100,000 crew members with the Cornerstone Sequence.

The instant the command was issued.

Thousands of assassins exerted their power in the same microsecond.

If the suicide soldier on the left is killed by the blast wave, the suicide soldier on the right will take his place within 0.1 seconds, catch the chain, and continue to drag the bomb.

Fire control lock.

Engine deflection.

Loading shells.

Damage control.

Extinguish the fire.

Sealing off the cabin.

Fight back.

All actions are connected in the swarm intelligence as a smooth, unbroken steel cable.

The entire warship is no longer a tin can made up of 100,000 individuals, each with their own agenda.

It is a mechanical behemoth with a single brain.

There's no need to modify the main gun.

There is no need to thicken the armor.

Simply by replacing the foundation sequence, the reload time can be reduced to the physical limit, evasive maneuvers will not waste an inch of inertia, and morale will not collapse when suffering heavy damage.

With the same firepower exchange, the actual combat effectiveness of this fleet would increase by at least 40%.

Lawson gazed at the holographic star map.

The energy backbone deep within the Earth.

There are 120 air defense missile silos on the surface.

Five million foundational engineering soldiers beneath the ruins.

The White Tiger and Red Dragon are two full-strength battle groups.

Six thousand heavily armed bear guards.

Thirty-one Knights and Warhound Titans are about to be converted into swarm-driving mode.

Eleven massive steel ships, their breathing frequencies synchronized by the swarm, were on the outer orbit.

The entire Agrippina main star was like a giant machine whose operating system had been forcibly replaced and was rebooted.

Every screw. Every pipe. Every machine tool. Every mortal's life.

All of them were squeezed into the battlefield grid by the swarm's computing power, extracting the last bit of value they could provide.

No priest argued for three months over who should be in charge of a single point of contact.

It was coldly efficient, and brutally clean.

Lawson stood up from his chair.

He casually tossed the Hell Brass Gear to T-007, who was standing to the side.

T-007 paused briefly after catching it.

"BOSS, this item is high-purity hell brass, suitable for reforging into a demon-slaying bullet core."

"Then don't use it as a decoration."

"clear."

For the past four years, imperial generals have called this place "the meat grinder."

Because it shredded the flesh and blood of countless Kadian refugees, Astral Army, and Apostolic Guardians.

Starting today, the rules have changed.

It's still a meat grinder.

But this time, Lawson only intended to tear the enemy apart.

"Call Xiong Da and Xiong Er over, it's time for a debriefing!"

Five minutes later.

In the enormous holographic projection field, the battle between the Bear Guard and the Chaos Knight mech from a few days ago was brought back to life.

A battlefield replay slowed down by twelve times.

The white light of the molten cannon tore through the ruins, and three bear guards pressed forward with their shields raised.

The bear guard at the front had just pushed his companion aside when his chest armor was pierced by the molten jet.

He took half a step back but didn't fall.