Warhammer: Empire Reboot

These things are useless to Space Marines on infiltration missions.

Too heavy.

You can't take it with you.

It also takes up space.

But for Lawson, they were all treasures.

The accompanying Avengers opened the passageway to the large armory and emptied out three thousand macro cannon barrels.

Two days later, these gun barrels appeared at the Agripina air defense position.

An abandoned, ancient starport.

The Astral Army is retreating.

Before retreating, they looked at the giant plasma thrusters that they couldn't take with them and felt worried.

According to regulations, it should be destroyed.

The Avenger assassin walked over and said only one sentence:

"The Lord of the Seal will take care of everything."

Then, dozens of thrusters vanished into thin air.

It filled the power gap in the transformation of the Losen fleet.

No one dared to call it robbery.

Because Lawson is not only a chapter commander.

He also held the highest domestic affairs title during the Great Expedition era.

[The Dark Side Master].

He has the authority to mobilize and coordinate all unclaimed, abandoned, or irremovable resources from the shadows.

This gave him a perfectly legal interstellar scavenging license.

The various companies fought in all directions, encountering countless materials and resources.

In this era of subspace storm isolation and logistical disruption, most supplies, if they cannot be taken away, will simply rot in place.

Now, Lawson is using a network of static force fields to turn the entire dark side of the empire into a giant ATM.

Various metals, promethium fuel, reaction bottles, and weapon debris, like rivers flowing into the sea, continuously poured into Agrippina through countless hidden static force field nodes.

The underground warehouse on the main star is not only empty.

It's almost full.

Based on the current stockpiles, it is enough to support Losen in maintaining this high-intensity bombardment of Agrippina for hundreds of years.

Besides inanimate objects, there are also living people.

War brings not only metal, but also a massive number of prisoners of war.

In this meat grinder, Lawson has no option for mercy.

Captured rebels, Chaos followers, Red Pirates, and warlords who profited from the chaos in the shadows were not imprisoned.

That's a waste of food.

They were all sent to the deepest underground workshop in Agrippina.

The T-series mechanical assassins ruthlessly sever their frontal lobes, erasing their memories and any sense of resistance.

Sew on mechanical prostheses.

Implant basic instructions.

They become mere machine servants that only execute commands.

Millions of newly trained machine servants were put into Agrippina’s production line, which roared day and night.

They don't need rest.

No salary is required.

With just a small amount of nutrient solution and electricity, it can continuously produce more ammunition, armor plates, and explosives for Lawson.

As for the imperial civilians who were rescued during the war...

Refugees whose homes have been destroyed and who have been displaced.

Lawson did not leave them in Agrippina.

Agrippina doesn't support idlers.

But Lawson's empire needed population.

All civilians were transported to the Klein system, which is not far from Agrippina.

After more than a year of purification, the place has completely changed.

Lawson used a black hole to drain the toxic gas cloud.

Green-skinned farms consume all the decaying organic matter on the surface.

Seventeen agricultural planets have regained the conditions for planting and production.

Along the coastline, Imperial Standard Type-VII seaweed grows rampant.

On land, large-scale synthetic starch farms are being revived.

Now is the time when a large number of people are needed.

Hundreds of millions of refugees have been resettled there.

They got back to work.

They received food rations.

They found a place to stay.

In return, they became Lawson's most solid base of faith and logistical support, continuously supplying the front lines with food and reserve soldiers.

On a macro level, the war was dissected and analyzed by Lawson's system.

On a micro level, however, for the original inhabitants of Agrippina, the war presented a strange sense of unreality.

The first to lose the sense of reality of war were the Mechanicus Sages and Technologists who originally ruled this planet.

Before Lawson took over, the leadership of the Mechanicus was struggling daily with war command and control.

They wanted to personally go to the front lines to command the Christian Guard.

They had to recite a lengthy prayer in the fire control room before they could fire the cannon.

We have to worry about breaches in the defensive line, ammunition supply, machine gun wear and tear, and overheating of the gun barrel.

Now, none of that is needed.

They don't need to worry about anything related to the war.

The command of the war was completely, comprehensively, and forcibly taken over by Lawson and the assassin system.

The technical priests were forced to step down from their command positions and revert to being genuine technicians.

At first, they were angry.

humiliation.

Some even recited the Om Messiah prayer, preparing to issue a 37-hour-long protest statement.

Then T-001 issued them new work quotas.

[Study the new process drawings.]

Control the quality of every explosive shell fired on the production line.

Improve production line efficiency.

[Solve the problem of finding substitutes for rare materials.]

Complete the system quota on time.

The protest statement reached page nine, at which point no one wrote any more.

For a group of madmen who believe in a mechanical god and worship knowledge and gears, they don't care about the life and death of mortals, or the outcome of tactics; they only need to devote themselves to metal smelting and code writing.

This is exactly the kind of life they could only dream of living in the culture tank.

They were placed in the core industrial layer, the deepest part of the underground.

There was a huge uproar outside.

The priest knew nothing about underground technology.

The conveyor belt rotates smoothly.

The newly cast barrel emitted a blazing light.

The plasma reaction flask emitted a low, beeping sound.

Everything was in perfect order.

In a high-precision servo assembly workshop.

An elderly technical priest equipped with four robotic arms has just completed the optical sight calibration of a Suppressor Storm Bomb Gun.

He straightened up and filtered the air in the breathing valve with a metal filter.

Then he turned to look at the T-781 mechanical suicide soldier who was in charge of supervising the production progress.

The eight servo robotic arms on the back of the T-781 are simultaneously adjusting the core components of eight other explosive guns with micron-level precision.

The old priest stared at it for a long time, the electronic eye flashed a few times, and finally he couldn't resist.

"Commander T-781."

T-781 did not stop.

"ask."

"Where has the war outside gone?"