Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Provides coordinates for fire deployment.

The Chaos Legion had just set up their heavy siege cannons when, in a few minutes, the Agrippina railgun shells would land precisely on the cannon barrels.

Send fleet coordinates.

Lawson's boarding torpedoes had such a high hit rate that it was as if someone had drawn a bullseye on the hull of the enemy ship.

Logistics disruption.

High-explosive particles were mixed into the rations of the Chaos Slaves.

The most malicious tactic is to sow discord.

A lurking assassin disguised as a Red Pirate might deliberately kill a World Eater Space Marine's blood slave with a chainsaw sword in the trenches.

After chopping, he even made an insulting gesture.

Ten minutes later, the two chaotic war gangs, which were already not very rational, will break into infighting over "who gets to kill in the trench".

The Lurkers' first truly large-scale victory occurred a month later at the Whisperers' landing site.

It was a surface mine that had been captured.

The Legion of Word Bearers erected a massive temporary altar here, preparing to summon several high-ranking demons to tear apart Agrippina's shield through a large-scale blood sacrifice.

Around the altar, tens of thousands of Chaos believers knelt on the ground.

In the center of the altar, dozens of Word Bearer veterans clad in dark red power armor surrounded a dark priest holding a scepter of white bones, offering a long and sinister prayer.

Among these veterans who harbored rebellious thoughts, there were twenty assassins who had infiltrated the enemy ranks.

They wore Word Bearer armor stripped from the dead.

The scriptures and symbols on the armor were exactly the same.

They knelt before the altar, following the priest's rhythm, chanting the blasphemous Book of Truth in a low, guttural voice.

Rhythm. Pitch. Pauses. Breathing frequency. Absolute consistency.

They were even more like a trained chorus than the True Wordsmen next to them, whose voices trembled with fervor.

The dark priest stood on the high platform, his eyes closed, listening to the prayers below.

He was very satisfied.

They even secretly admired it in their hearts.

This was the most perfect and ritualistic recitation he had ever heard.

The resonance of primordial truth gathered above the altar.

The ceremony reached its climax.

The priest raised his bone scepter high, ready to pierce the heart of the imperial prisoner of war on the altar.

Just as the scepter was about to fall.

The captain of the infiltrators, kneeling at the front, stopped chanting.

Coordinates confirmed.

[Anchor point activated.]

next second.

The air at the center of the altar folded in a way that defied the laws of physics.

The dark priest didn't even have time to open his eyes.

A massive static force field portal suddenly opened up in the very center of the eight-pointed star magic circle in front of him.

As soon as the portal opened, a series of ceramic storm shields, shimmering with deflecting force fields, surged out like moving city walls.

The White Tiger Legion has arrived!

Moreover, the moment the portal opened, they were already in a full-speed charge.

The dark priest's scepter was still raised in mid-air.

A storm shield, two meters high, slammed into his face.

boom!

A dull, loud bang.

This dark priest, who had studied dark magic in the warp for thousands of years, was sent flying by the terrifying kinetic energy carried by the storm shield before he could even cast any spells.

His body twisted in mid-air.

The sound of bones cracking was drowned out by the sound of shield bashing.

Finally, he was slammed into the center of the eight-pointed star he had drawn, like a lump of mud.

Those blasphemous runes were smeared into a mess of flesh and blood.

A steady stream of White Tiger Death Knights poured out of the portal, and the Suppressor Bomb Rifle opened fire at point-blank range on the still-stunned Word Bearer Space Marines around them.

The twenty infiltrator assassins also drew their plasma pistols as the portal opened, aiming them at the back of their "comrades'" heads and pulling the triggers.

A meticulously planned summoning ritual turned into a one-sided massacre within ten seconds.

When Lawson received the battle report, he only gave four words.

"Nice singing."

……

In Agrippina, no matter how fierce the war, Lawson's battle group always remained at full strength.

For every number of soldiers who die on the front lines, the same number of dead soldiers will be spit out from the system's barracks in the next second.

Get your weapons.

Connect to the bee colony.

They returned to the battlefield.

But a full complement of troops comes at a cost.

In the first six months of the war, the intensity of the fighting far exceeded expectations.

On the system interface, the red lifeline representing Lawson's heritage was broken through three times.

This means that the reserve of life energy cannot even keep up with the rate at which the suicide soldiers are consumed.

To fill this gap, the Losen logistics system began to expand rapidly.

Agrippina is a metallic planet.

There is no soil.

There is no sunlight.

Conventional crops cannot be grown.

But there is infinite space here.

Lawson ordered the expansion of the Greenskin Farm.

The massive underground industrial layers, abandoned due to the war, were transformed into the airtight Squig Farm.

The farm is not receiving proper feed.

The feed comes from the ground.

Six thousand Bear Guards and over a million Cornerstone Order suicide soldiers had an extra task while cleaning up the battlefield.

Regardless of whether they were Chaos Slaves cut into pieces.

A mutated space soldier that has been destroyed.

Or perhaps it was the remnants of flesh and blood left behind after the demon was banished.

As long as biomass can still be provided, it is all loaded into heavy-duty dump trucks and dumped into underground farms through huge vertical shafts.

Squiger didn't care whether the meat was infected with the Nurgle plague.

They don't care whether it's tainted by the Khorne curse.

It doesn't matter whether this thing was a Word Bearer, a Red Pirate, or some unfortunate servant of the Dark Mechanicus in its previous life.

They are only responsible for opening their huge mouths full of sharp teeth, tearing apart and swallowing the chaotic and fragmented corpses, and then multiplying and fattening up at a speed that defies common biological sense.

Subsequently, the assassins on the assembly line beheaded the obese Squig.

The system instantly drained the life points and Waaagh energy, leaving behind an absolutely pure chunk of meat.

Death forms a closed loop here.

The Chaos Legion paid for Lawson's losses with their own lives.

Lawson used the Chaos Corpse to raise more Death Warriors.

As the war progressed, heavy weaponry was also deployed to the battlefield.

Thirty Knight mechs violently modified by T-series mechanical assassins, and that Warhound-class Titan.

These steel behemoths, often tens of meters tall, combined with six thousand bear guards wielding tower shields, formed a tactical system never before recorded in the Imperial Military Code:

Heavy mechs accompany infantry formations.

On the red plains of Agrippina.

The Knight Mech's molten cannon and heat flow cannon tore through the enemy's heavily armored lines from a distance.

If the Chaos Forces attempt to close in on the demolition mech with sheer numbers, Xiong Wei's 38-centimeter-thick force field tower shield will act as an insurmountable wall, blocking the mech's hydraulic joints.

Any Chaos Terminator that gets too close will be smashed into a disc by the Bear Guard Power Giant Hammer.

These mobile fortress clusters move across the plains as if they were uninhabited.

In several counter-attacks, they crushed the steel warriors' heavy artillery positions into scrap.

In between directing all of this, Lawson would also periodically take time to use the Agrippina full-band communication matrix to broadcast throughout the galaxy.

This became his regular routine for stimulating chaotic nerves and incidentally giving a shot in the arm to the dark side of the empire.

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