Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson opened his eyes and chuckled.

"Khorne".

He looked up at the sky, which had returned to its leaden gray, his tone filled with undisguised mockery.

"Looks like I've cleaned up your good son, and you're not happy about it."

Swarm intelligence provided the analysis results at the same time.

[Target anchor point: Orbit of Agrippina's primary star.]

[Energy Source Analysis: Khorne's Realm.]

Threat Level: Extremely High.

[Physical curtain strength: Has reached the current stable threshold limit.]

[Spatial curvature: Supernormal hardening.]

[Logical deduction: If the enemy wants to forcibly tear open the passage at these coordinates and deploy legion-level forces, they must use pure subspace kinetic energy to physically break through it.]

Based on the enemy's attack frequency and the current strength of the fortifications, the estimated time for the defense line to be breached is 72 hours, 14 minutes, and 36 seconds.

On Lawson's retina, a scarlet countdown appeared.

72:14:36.

The next second, the numbers jumped to 72:14:35.

This timeframe does not imply Khorne's incompetence.

On the contrary, it shows that the violence of this Blood God has exceeded common sense.

The large-scale arrival of warp demons in reality usually requires a long period of preparation.

Believers would perform sacrifices on the planet's surface for months, years, or even decades, weakening the veil from within with slaughter, fear, and despair; or they would simply take advantage of existing warp storms, using the rifts in reality as natural passageways.

But now, the Khorne followers on the surface of Agrippina have been wiped out by Lawson.

The blood sacrifice altar was destroyed.

The spatial rift was compressed into a dead knot by five black holes.

The curtain of reality has hardened to the point that even the Great Demon cannot pry it open.

Faced with this dead end—unable to find the key and without an inside man to open the door—Khorne actually planned to use his primal power deep within the warp to smash a hole in the cosmic wall with his fists, a hole large enough for the demon army to pass through.

And it only takes three days.

It's like someone trying to smash half a meter thick bulletproof glass with their bare hands.

absurd.

But he really can smash it through.

The only difference is that it takes time.

"Muscle brain."

Lawson brushed the black liquid off his shoulder armor.

"It's so simple it's touching."

He turned around and issued the highest order to the entire army through the swarm network.

"The entire region is on 72-hour combat readiness."

"T-series suicide soldiers, clean up the battlefield damage caused by Angron. Fill all foundation cracks with a combination of quick-setting plastic steel and living metal supports. Repair the crushed air raid silos that can be repaired, and demolish and rebuild those that cannot be repaired."

"Xaxia".

His voice went directly into the deep mechanical fortress of Agrippina.

"Air defense arrays, underground bunkers, and low-orbit torpedo silos will all be online within 48 hours. I'll give you 200,000 machine servants and 300 T-series suicide soldiers."

The mechanical sound of the Xerox machine soon came from the other end of the network.

"Yes, Your Excellency. The maintenance procedures will be enforced according to war priority."

Lawson continued to issue orders.

"Bear Guard Brigade, after completing the heavy armor self-inspection, transfer to the surface mobile reserve team."

"White Tiger and Red Dragon, take over the defense of the Northern Hemisphere."

"Non-combat suicide soldiers, continue to maintain the industry, food, and fleet supplies of the three main planets. Khorne will knock on the door in three days. Before that, no production line is allowed to stop."

The orders were issued one by one.

The swarm network, like an invisible brain, tightened the war machine of the entire Agrippina superplanet.

After explaining the plans to deal with terrorism, Lawson looked up.

His gaze pierced through the thin atmosphere, looking into deep space.

Typhon's Death Guard fleet is changing course.

Thousands upon thousands of airdrop capsules, trailing yellow-green flames, plummeted from high orbit to the Earth's surface like a decaying meteor shower.

"But before Khurel broke down the door."

"Losen said softly."

"We need to deal with these uninvited guests first."

He raised his right hand and clenched it slightly into a fist.

After merging with the limits of mechanics, he could clearly feel a change within his body that defied classical biomechanics.

When muscle fibers contract, there is no longer any extra tremor.

The stress points on the bones became exceptionally clear.

Every muscle, every ligament, and every joint seems to have been rewritten with a more advanced set of power generation rules.

In the past, Lawson could overwhelm Space Marines with his fifth-tier physical body.

Now, he feels that he only needs a simple swing of his arm to transfer all his strength to his fist, sword blade, or axe without any loss.

The combat experience left behind by Angron filled another gap.

That was the killing instinct of swords and battle axes.

With a thought, Lawson's consciousness sank into the depths of the black hole projection.

In that void where light could not penetrate and time was almost frozen, the two weapons that had just been swallowed floated silently.

Angron's black sword "Samniares".

And the brass giant axe "Spinebreaker".

Only the back half of the black sword and the hilt remain.

As Lawson's consciousness swept over it, he immediately felt an instinctive repulsion.

This sword is not made of metal, but is the original form of a high-ranking demon that Angron physically hammered into the shape of a sword.

It still retains the underlying logic of the demon's creation.

The system can purify the pollution, but it cannot transform this pure subspace life form into usable minerals. Even more troublesome is the strong conflict between the remaining demonic essence within the sword and the Imperial Gold Fire attribute within Lawson's body.

If Lawson were to force it, the Golden Flame would burn the sword to ashes first.

"Keep it."

Lawson casually pushed the broken sword into the corner of the black hole.

"It will be used as waste later, or used for disgusting and sadistic purposes."

His attention shifted to another weapon.

Those who break the spine.

When the giant axe was swallowed by the black hole, the blessing of Khorne attached to it had been drained by the system.

What remains at this moment is the physical material of the axe itself.

Hell Brass, a mixture of some unknown, ancient, and alien metal.

It has an extremely high density.

Its hardness far exceeds that of Imperial Gold.

Its internal crystal structure is very unique. Each layer of metal texture looks as if it has been forged by billions of high-energy impacts, forming a natural kinetic energy conduction circuit.

"Representation."

The next second, a small ripple appeared in the space in front of Lawson's right hand.

A massive, dark golden axe, several meters long, suddenly appeared in the real universe.

It's too big.

Originally belonging to the fifty-meter-high Anglong.

Under the rules of the warp, a daemon principality can expand to the size of a mountain, and its weapons will also enlarge as daemon energy materializes.

But now, this giant axe has lost its subspace support, leaving only its physical form.

As Lawson's power-gloved right hand gripped the axe handle, the harsh laws of matter in the Warhammer universe began to recalibrate its scale of existence.

The giant axe emitted a piercing metallic scraping sound.

The axe handle retracts.

The axe blade is folded.

The dark gold metallic patterns rearranged as if they were alive.

In a mere second, the giant Khorne, which was over ten meters long, shrank into a double-edged battle axe about two and a half meters long.

The axe blade is thick and its curve is savage.

It is extremely heavy.

But it fits surprisingly well in Lawson's hands.

Lawson tossed the axe handle.