Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"After purification, half of the meat is used as military rations, and the other half is transferred to the bait tank."

T-001 paused for a moment.

"A bait trough?"

Lawson looked at the area on the star map where a crack was about to form.

"Khorne demons love flesh and blood."

"Then let them smell flesh and blood."

T-001 nodded.

"implement."

Lawson turned and walked towards the outside of the main control room.

Outside the door, Baihu Jiaqi had been waiting for a long time.

Behind him stood the fully armed White Tiger Guard.

Jia Qi bowed his head in respect.

"My Lord, the Spinebreaker has completed its temporary adaptation. Xerath recommends installing a living metal grip and a force field stabilizing ring on it."

"approve."

Lawson raised his hand, and the Spinebreaker popped out of the armory space and landed in his palm.

The dark gold battle axe pressed heavily down on the air.

"Add another inscription."

Question 7:

"What is the content of the inscription?"

Lawson picked up his axe and walked outside.

"Angron".

He walked out of the temple of casting.

In the distance, the sky above Agrippina was already tinged with a deep red.

Khorne was still banging on the door.

The 72-hour countdown continues.

Three days later, Khorne will tear through Agrippina's physical barrier.

This time, it won't be a regular expeditionary force like Typhon's, nor will it be a fleet of several hundred warships.

What comes will be a demon.

Vampires, fleshhounds, skull cannons, blood-crushing cavalry, bloodthirsty maniacs, and many more bronze monsters that even the Imperial archives may not fully record.

The number may be impossible to count.

If Agrippina can withstand the first wave of attacks, the war will become an assembly line.

And what he excels at most is assembly line work.

"T-001".

"All production lines are now prioritized for wartime use."

"The armory is open to the second-level threshold. Ammunition, explosives, plasma batteries, and heavy artillery barrels are all pre-allocated according to the front-line consumption model."

"The rate of troop production in the Cornerstone sequence has been increased to the maximum safe threshold. We don't need to worry about short-term food surplus for now; the agricultural output of Klein and Obolos can make up for it."

"confirm."

The door to the main control room opened.

The forging temple outside was roaring to life. Giant cranes slid overhead, showering sparks. Rows of suicide soldiers carried ammunition boxes, while T-series mechs stood on high platforms calibrating the production line.

"Relocate ten million cornerstone sequences."

"Incorporated into the reserve force."

"Deployed in the second and third defense zones of the main star's crust."

T-001 followed behind him, quickly taking notes.

"The Guardians and their servants?"

Lawson looked toward the line of servants loading vehicles at the far end of the temple.

"First-level consumption line."

There is no evaluation for the T-001.

This aligns with Lawson's consistent principles.

The Cornerstone sequence is responsible for core tasks, while the old assets of the Mechanicus and local servants are responsible for blocking the bullets.

"Has the living saint entered the front lines?"

"Vera will remain in the rear medical area."

"Her light works on the Khorne demons, but this time it's not the Nurgle plague," Lawson said. "Don't put her under the Blood God's nose. Khorne loves to cut down winged targets."

"The Lurker Chapter?"

"Send them out."

Lawson continued forward.

"Let them infiltrate the outer fighting factions of Khorne. Don't expect to fool the Great Demon; fooling those lunatics will suffice."

"Give them incorrect coordinates, and try to make the first landing points as far off as possible to abandoned mines and slag heaps."

"The application for Holy Blood Angel supplies has been received."

"Take it all."

Lawson did not hesitate.

Should I reply?

Lawson thought for a moment.

"Need not."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the exit of the Temple of Forging.

"I want to let the mad dogs of Khorne know who is really cranking the handle of Agrippina's meat grinder."

Chapter 174 The Emperor's Attitude

Lawson stood on the highest platform of the Forging Temple.

Surface defenses are being mobilized, orbital docks are on high alert, and cornerstone suicide squads are redistributing planetary resources on a minute-by-minute basis.

Three days later, Khorne's sea of ​​blood will crash down.

But before that, he had to do something first.

Lawson's main consciousness sank inward.

The steel noise of the real universe gradually fades away.

The sound of the subspace surged up.

The next moment, he saw his own black hole again.

It's bigger than the last time.

What was originally the size of a volleyball, a dark projection, has now swelled to the size of a car tire. According to Old Earth's terminology, it's about twenty-one inches.

The surface of a black hole swallows up all light and all impurities that shouldn't exist around it.

Demonic echoes, warp noise, and purified fragments of chaos will all be pulled in.

Inside the black hole, the golden star is still burning.

It was once only the size of a grain of rice, but later it grew to the size of a soybean.

Now, it hangs quietly at the center of the black hole.

Lawson also needs to give the Emperor an explanation.

Angron is no ordinary demon.

That was the emperor's twelfth son, a genetic prototype that was created, given a purpose, and then dragged into the abyss by war and fate.

It was only natural for Lawson to kill him.

Angron invaded the Empire, slaughtered the Emperor's people, and merged with Khorne, existing as a Primarch for millennia. From both the perspective of Imperial law and the realities of war, he deserved to die.

But some things can't be resolved with just "I won".

The remaining fragment of Angron's pure soul cannot remain in Lawson's hands.

That's not spoils of war.

That was the emperor's son.

Lawson raised his hand.

A blood-red fragment emerged from the edge of the black hole.

It is very small, only the size of a fingernail.

Lawson stared at it for a while, then held the fragment in his palm, his consciousness continuing upward.

The darkness receded, and he faced the cold sun.

a thousand years.

Countless souls were fed into the golden throne.

Countless prayers and anguish surged from all corners of the galaxy.

A being that still possesses complete human emotions could not possibly sit in that position for ten thousand years.