Warhammer: Empire Reboot

White Tiger Heavy Armor sends the damaged power armor to the T-series repair line.

Non-combatant assassins rejoined the Thinker Array, gradually changing the battle-damaged area from red to yellow.

The main star Agrippina resembles a steel behemoth that has just survived a bloody battle, licking its wounds while digesting the enemies it has swallowed.

Outside the temple, Xiong Da was dragging the last piece of the Eightfold Skull King Breastplate past.

The breastplate was the size of a building, and the bloodstains on its surface had been extinguished, with cracks from the burning gold running through its center.

Xiong Da stopped.

"BOSS".

Lawson glanced at him.

How are you feeling?

"They can fight."

"I'm asking about fifth-order template adaptability."

Xiong Da thought about it seriously for half a second.

"They're even better at fighting."

Lawson nodded.

"Okay, that's a concise report."

Xiong Da looked down at his palm.

"Strength increased, reaction increased, armor needs to be reworked. Brass Skullbreaker can be suppressed head-on, Skullbreaker Lord requires three to five Bear Guards to cooperate, and Eightfold Skull King level still needs you or heavy units to deal with it."

Lawson finally showed a satisfied expression.

"Isn't that quite the talker?"

"I was too busy just now."

Lawson chuckled.

"Keep working."

"Yes."

Xiong Da continued walking towards the cleanroom, dragging his breastplate.

Lawson watched him leave, then looked towards the battlefield in the distance that was being repaired.

The retreat of Khorne does not mean the retreat of Chaos.

Abaddon is still relentlessly pursuing the Empire's lifeline in the Nakmonde Corridor.

The cunning one is observing.

Nurgle and Mortalian won't drag this out forever.

Slaanesh may appear to have left the scene, but he is actually most adept at taking advantage of others when they are off guard.

On the Empire's side, there are also the Navigator Family, the Inquisition, the old guard of the Mechanicus, and the Ministry of the Interior's bureaucrats, each with their own agendas.

The more power Lawson wielded, the more people kept an eye on him.

But all of this can be dealt with later.

Now, he has completed his sixth leap.

The maximum number of suicide soldiers in the combat sequence has been increased to 210,000.

Swarm intelligence enables the acquisition of battlefield-level sub-brains.

The black hole projection grew to the size of a millstone.

The next step is to extend the benefits of this leap forward to the military.

He opened the life point reserve interface.

The steelworks and green farms continue to produce.

Waste from the Klein agricultural system, corpses from the battlefield of Agrippina, and the blood and flesh contaminated by the remnants of the Khorne demons will all be transformed into the next cycle of life points.

After this leap is completed, Lawson will use his life points to upgrade all his combat elites to Tier 6.

While the surface of Agrippina's primary planet is still being repaired, its orbit is already under construction.

After the Khorne receded, a whole strip of debris floated along Agrippina's orbit.

The shattered keel of the Chaos Battleship, resembling a broken black spine, lay scattered in the shadows of the orbit.

The Khorne Warband's massacre cruiser was reduced to half a bow, with congealed flesh still clinging to the ram.

The Red Pirates' privateer fleet, which had come to plunder the enemy's fleet, was caught up in the Battle of Agrippina and was torn to pieces by railguns and boarding torpedoes before it could even send out a complete distress signal.

There are also some older things.

Before the rift closed, the subspace ejected several pieces of ship hull debris that did not belong to this era.

Some of the fragments date back to the Great Expedition period, and the ship's armor still retains the riveted structure of the old empire.

Some of them resembled the ribs of a battleship left over from the Mutiny War, with corroded legion insignia engraved on their surfaces.

Further away, a massive array of cannons, over 800 meters long, was encased in demonic flesh, resembling a dead, giant metal worm.

As a result, the Agrippina Railway became a shipbreaking yard.

A giant tractor towed the remains of the Chaos Ship through the orbital recovery zone.

Wash away vengeful spirits, flesh and blood, and subspace pollution.

The screams of the surviving crew were extinguished in the purifying light, the flesh membrane hanging on the inner wall of the bridge was peeled off, and the demonic mark was burned to black ash by the golden fire.

The keel can be left behind.

The broken armor was sent into the remelting furnace.

The cannon barrel was removed, re-bored, and coated with a new alloy.

The plasma reactor was taken over by the T-series suicide soldiers, who removed the sacrifice interface and the flesh-and-blood pressure regulating valve, and switched back to pure physical control.

The demon engine stripped away its flesh and blood core, and the remaining gears, pistons, drive shafts, and armored skeleton were all marked and stored in the warehouse.

The Chaos Bridge is the most thoroughly chaotic.

Smash everything that is related to blood sacrifices, demons, or whispers of chaos.

The wailing thinkers deep within the bridge were purified, the corrupted throne was dismantled, and the command center was replaced by a multi-node fleet core connected to the swarm mind through the foundational sequence.

The rail-mounted ship dismantling ring operates continuously.

Millions of machine tools dragged cables and cutters across the wreckage.

The cornerstone sequence is distributed across various engineering nodes, taking over the Thinker, lifting tracks, furnace proportioning, and transportation scheduling.

The T-series assassins only handle the critical steps, leaving the rest to be broken down using a swarm-like approach.

Lawson stood on the upper terrace of the Temple of the Grand Forge, watching the orbital projection.

Er Gou stood to his left, holding a helmet.

San Gou stood on the right, holding a piece of the dismantled Demon Engine gear in his hand, as if weighing a cow bone.

"Boss, if this were before, we would have brought the enemy's entire stronghold back home."

"And you don't even need to pay."

Lawson puffed on his cigar and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Payment done."

Er Gou was taken aback.

"Pay what?"

"More than a billion machine servants, the Christian army was wiped out, millions of Cornerstone units died, and a batch of Bear Guard armored vehicles were destroyed."

Er Gou's smile faded slightly.

This group of people had already crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and after arriving in the Warhammer universe, they understood even more clearly that the dead were just a part of the war.

Lawson looked at the star map.

"Now that the main planet is protected, the subsidiary planets are stable, and Klein's supply lines can be resumed."

"Now it's our turn to make our move."

"Next step: assemble the Dark Side Masters Expeditionary Fleet."

Lawson turned and looked at the plaza below the Temple of the Grand Forge.

The area has been cleared.

The crater left by the brass skull fragment has been filled in, and the bloodstains left by the Eightfold Skull King still glow faintly with golden light on the metal floor.

Nine flagpoles were erected on both sides of the square.

Nine battle flags, yet to be unfurled, were sealed in a black box at the base of the flagpole.

Lawson now has more than nine thousand power armor suits.

The five battle groups—White Tiger, Crimson Dragon, Luan Bird, Black Tortoise, and Taotie—have already made a name for themselves.

However, cramming nine thousand power armor units into five battle groups would look bad on paper.

The Code of Astartes clearly states that a single battle chapter must consist of a thousand men.

Of course, Lawson respects the legal code.

They showed great respect.

One thousand per battle group.

Nine thousand powered armor suits, nine battle groups.

Who dares to say he's overstaffed?

As for the fact that all nine warbands are under the command of one person, coordinated by the same swarm mentality, and all belong to the larger framework of the Avengers, that's another issue.

The Code does not say that the Avengers cannot exist.