Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Watching those Space Marines in red armor flying around in space.

A bright smile slowly spread across his large, green face.

He turned and yelled at the green-skinned lads who were sprawled out on the bridge:

"Look!"

"I knew there was a battle going on here!"

"WAAAGH!!!"

The starry sky over Agrippina changed color completely.

In the weeks following the broadcast of the Losenatton full-band radio, the calm near-Earth orbit was filled with a series of torn subspace rifts.

The deformed, enormous, rotten, bloody, and skeleton-strewn chaotic warships, like moths drawn to light, crashed headlong into this star system.

Lawson, employing a swarm mentality, detachedly categorized and dealt with these uninvited guests.

Khorne War Gang.

Release!

All they have in mind is close combat.

The Agrippina surface-orbiting air defense network would deliberately leave gaps in specific areas, causing their drop pods to crash to the ground.

What awaited them was an anti-armor trench, a crossfire of heavy explosive rounds, and bear guards wielding tower shields.

Lawson used them as top-quality close-combat sparring partners and scrap metal ATMs.

Little by little, it was ground up in the ground meat grinder.

Red pirates and various chaotic privateer fleets.

Seize the ship!

The pirate ships were loaded with supplies, slaves, rare minerals, and loot they hadn't even had time to count, all plundered from all over the empire.

Rosen dispatched a high-speed frigate squadron, using plasma rams to force their way in and launch solid boarding torpedoes.

The White Tiger and Red Dragon squadrons established anchorages inside the enemy ships, prioritizing the capture of the armory and engine room.

After the battle, the people and the boat were dragged into the dark dock.

The remnants of a filthy relic.

Physical isolation.

Lawson would never allow them to land.

Four living saints were deployed on the orbital defense space station, where the Purifying Aura, in conjunction with the Imperial Golden Flame projected by Lawson, enchanted the weapons of the boarding assassins.

The battle against Nurgle resulted in no prisoners and almost no spoils.

Only burning.

But not all ships are worth capturing.

In space, the Wound of Truth, a strike cruiser belonging to the Legion of Word Bearers, has just broken through the outer defenses.

One hundred members of the Taotie Battle Group's Thunder Death Squad boarded a torpedo and crashed into the belly section.

When the suicide bombers used thermal blasting to open the main channel gate, the swarm intelligence immediately transmitted a high-risk alarm.

The internal spatial physics of the warship has collapsed.

Wriggling flesh grew from the metal walls of the corridor.

Bone spurs pierced the deck.

What was flowing from the overhead tubing was not coolant, but a black pus-like substance with teeth-like markings.

Inside the core prayer hall of the warship, a dark apostle had already completed his sacrifice.

A subspace rift with a diameter of 30 meters is forming inside the ship.

Countless vampires and chaos eggs burst forth from the rift, and the entire ship was transforming into a half-demon entity.

Imbalanced returns.

The risk is too high.

Lawson's voice rang out in the swarm network.

"Execute the destruction protocol."

One hundred Gluttonous Death Squads immediately picked up their Storm Bomb Guns and retreated towards the boarding point under alternating cover.

Meanwhile, three ordinary assassins who were mixed in with the boarding party and had no heavy armor protection broke away from the main force.

With lightning-fast reflexes, they traversed the ventilation ducts and maintenance mezzanines at high speed.

If you encounter a patrol of Word Bearers along the way, do not engage them in combat. Avoid them.

Two minutes later, the three assassins arrived at the three core nodes of the warship.

Main ammunition depot.

Plasma power cabin.

Geller force field generator.

A miniature static force field unfolded before them.

Three suicide soldiers dragged three large fusion bombs out of the system's armory.

Its size is comparable to a heavy-duty shipping container.

The equivalent amount is enough to flatten a nest city.

Countdown begins.

3...

2...

1...

The three assassins calmly withdrew using the static force field.

boom--

In space, the several-kilometer-long Truth Wound ship erupted from within with three blinding bursts of stellar-level light.

The fusion explosion was confined by the sealed hull, its power unable to be released, instantly tearing apart the keel.

The Word Bearer strike cruiser exploded into three equal sections on track, like an iron coffin that caught fire from the inside.

The subspace rift lost its physical anchor and collapsed instantly.

The demons that had just crawled out were crushed in half.

The wreckage, still burning, was caught by Agrippina's gravity and plummeted into the atmosphere.

From that day on, Agrippina entered a brutal year-long battle.

This metallic warstar, even larger than Terra, was transformed into a perfectly meshed slaughtering machine under Lawson's micro-management.

The sky was never truly obscured by the Chaos Fleet again.

T-001, leading a group of mechanical assassins, transformed the surface electromagnetic guns, light spears, and anti-aircraft missile arrays into an absolute no-fly zone.

The Agrippina fire control system has no microsecond delay.

Long-range artillery fire can hit any target.

Any chaotic flying unit that attempts to approach the core forging area will be precisely targeted from tens of kilometers away and turned into a rain of fire.

The Chaos Legion was forced to abandon their prized orbital suppression.

They could only land on the ground and get bogged down in the bloodiest quagmire with Lawson's army of assassins.

Trench warfare.

Metal trenches stretching for thousands of kilometers spread across the ground, where suicide soldiers and Chaos slaves fought each other with bayonets, chainsaws, and teeth in knee-deep blood and oil.

positional warfare.

Heavy explosive rounds and thermal guns fired at each other within a few meters, with explosive rounds behind shields and shields behind explosive rounds.

Underground pipeline warfare.

Deep within Agrippina's underground cooling network, thousands of meters below the surface, White Tiger warriors, wielding Storm Shields, engaged in a brutal corridor assault against veteran Iron Warriors in the darkness.

Boarding maneuver on the tracks.

As long as a Chaos warship is damaged and rendered immobile, the boarding torpedoes in the low-orbit silos will stick to it like a persistent thorn.

In this year, Lawson's most insidious card was officially played into the battlefield.

【The Lurkers' Warband】

The initial core of this unit consisted of four hundred Steel Warrior power armor suits captured early on.

Lawson had the Keystone Sequence assassins put on these armors, and then used pure subspace chaotic waste extracted from the system's waste area to coat the surface of the armors.

Inside the armor, the assassin's nerves are directly connected to the living metal, maintaining absolute physical clarity, and the swarm network is online.

The external world, however, is completely different.

Under the scanning of the bird divination instrument.

The warp demon senses it.

They were a group of traitorous space warriors deeply corrupted by chaos, exuding stench and resentment.

In subsequent battles against the Red Pirates, the Word Bearers, and the Dark Mechanicus, Lawson recovered two hundred more Chaos Power Armors that were still operational and used them in the same manner.

The Infiltrators' squadron has expanded to six hundred members.

Six hundred perfectly disguised traitors, like drops of ink, silently merged into the chaotic coalition besieging Agrippina.

They brazenly accessed the Chaos One Side's obsolete communication channel.

They acted as the deadliest parasites behind enemy lines.