Warhammer: Empire Reboot

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First aid for the wounded, tactical evacuation from high-risk areas, and Lawson's own battlefield fire control.

Absolute priority, available on call.

Second sequence:

Key ammunition supplies for the main battlefield of Agrippina, and mobilization of dead soldiers on key defensive lines.

Third sequence:

Transporting food supplies to the Klein system, as well as recovering some high-value loot, such as Terminator armor and STC fragments.

Fourth sequence:

The Empire's Dark Side engages in large-scale resource trading among its various companies, such as adamantite ore, promethium fuel, and the wreckage of old warships.

This leads to an awkward situation.

The eight million tons of refined gold ingots that Captain Cassio, the Holy Blood Angel, gave to Lawson in the Kerus-9 mining world.

The assassin Harvey could only stuff twenty-seven cubic meters into the stasis field each time, like ants carrying food.

Once the system finishes processing the queue, another batch will be added.

Harvey spent a full two weeks moving the items.

The move isn't finished yet.

As Cassio passed the warehouse for the third time, he couldn't help but ask:

How much is left?

Harvey glanced at the list.

"a lot of."

"How much is 'a lot'?"

"It can still be called eight million tons."

Cassio remained silent for a moment.

"Has your Lord Seal considered building a sky railway?"

Harvey replied, "I'm considering robbing a necromancer's tomb."

Cassio thought for a moment.

"also."

Lawson looked at the thousands of power armor sets in the armory.

"not enough."

He said in a low voice.

"Far from enough."

Expanding the system's arsenal requires a massive amount of dimensional anchor fragments.

The only solution to the problem of direct neural connections is space-dwelling, undead metal.

Lawson has already issued the highest priority orders to the assassins scattered throughout the dark side of the galaxy via the communication matrix.

And they urged me more than once.

"Tell those Space Marine companies to stop just killing demons and collecting scrap metal."

"Hurry up and find the tomb of the dead."

"As long as we can dig out the necromantic tomb, I'll give you as much ammunition as you need."

Before the living metal arrived, T-001 sent a briefing on the latest battlefield data.

This briefing sent Lawson's already irritated mood plummeting to rock bottom.

He was very dissatisfied with the current war situation.

The reason for dissatisfaction is not that they can't win.

The number of enemies coming is decreasing.

Over the past year, the Thousand Sons wizards have flocked to Agrippina like sharks smelling blood.

They initially wanted to study why Lawson was able to completely annihilate souls.

For these wizards who seek forbidden knowledge, this is far more appealing than conquering a world of forging.

Until Lawson issued the forced harvesting command to "instantly kill when the bar lights up".

The Thousand Wizards discover a reality that shatters their spirits.

They not only couldn't see through Lawson's future.

Even more fatally, when they were shredded by Lawson's Shadow Wheel imbued with Imperial Gold Flame, their souls neither returned to the Silver Tower in the Warp nor were they reborn in their mutated bodies.

Instead, it was truly "eaten" by that mortal.

Unable to resurrect in the warp.

This was a fear the Thousand Sons Legion had never encountered in ten thousand years.

Death has become the true end once again.

Thus, these wizards, who cherished their lives and regarded their souls as their most precious asset, made the most rational choice.

They're not coming.

Not only did they not come, but they also exchanged warnings in the warp psionic communications, marking Agrippina as:

[Soul erasure is absolutely forbidden.]

So it is with a thousand sons.

The World Eater Berserker, the Iron Warrior Siege Specialist, the Death Guard Plague Warrior, and even the Red Pirate raiding fleet have slowly learned their lesson.

After being slaughtered wave after wave by Lawson, who stripped them of everything, ships and armor, the lower-ranking lords of Chaos finally realized one thing:

Agrippina's defense was too tough.

The firepower is too strong.

The most terrible thing is--

There's no benefit in winning.

If you lose, you won't even have any ashes left.

Fewer and fewer warrior groups are coming.

T-001's voice rang out in the swarm network.

"BOSS, this is a summary of orbital scan data from the last thirty Terra Days."

"The frequency of the appearance of the Thousand-Child Wizard has decreased by 94 percent."

"The number of large-scale battle gangs of the Devourers who airdropped into the area has decreased by 76 percent."

"The Red Pirate raiding fleet's jump trajectory shows that they are heading in large numbers to the outer areas of the Nakmonde Corridor."

After hearing this, Lawson's face darkened.

He walked to the holographic star map in the main control room.

The red dots representing the enemy forces around Agrippina have become much sparser.

Meanwhile, in the distant Nachmond Corridor, red light merged into a sea of blood.

Lawson had a bit of admiration for Abaddon.

That Chaos War General was indeed very composed.

Not only did he refuse to come to Agrippina himself, but it now appears that he even used some kind of high-pressure tactics to forcibly restrain those marginal warbands, forcing them to regroup their forces in the Nachmond Corridor to fight Dante to the death.

"Abaddon wanted to cut off the Indomitable Expedition's lifeline."

Lawson looked at the star map and sneered.

"Dream on."

Agrippina's meat grinder is currently operating at full power and at its best.

The machine gunners are producing ammunition.

Xiong Wei was waiting to tear through the armor.

The system needs more high-value souls to extract warp energy and also needs to seize spoils from the advanced Chaos Legions.

How can a slaughterhouse open if there are no customers?

Since Abaddon is keeping his composure, then go and provoke those who don't obey his orders and are most easily swayed by emotions and instincts.

They were forcibly dragged back to Agrippina.

Continue to extract value.

Incidentally, this will also relieve some of the pressure on Dante's defense in Nakmund.