Warhammer: Empire Reboot

In the empire's dogma, death is the end of duty.

But in Lawson's territory, they didn't even have the right to close their eyes.

The first thing Lawson did after completing the enhancement was to re-examine all the parameters on the system panel that had changed due to the increase in strength.

The jump in numbers was more impressive than he had anticipated.

[Maximum number of suicide squad members: 20000.]

[Airdrop rules updated: No restrictions within 200 kilometers. Beyond 200 kilometers, the drop rate will be limited to 200 units per instance, using existing suicide squads as anchor points.]

[Lossless profit radius: 200 kilometers.]

Within this radius, any life points and resources gained by any assassin who kills an enemy will be instantly transferred to Lawson's reserve pool with 100% efficiency.

Lawson quickly sketched out a spherical combat zone in his mind, with the stronghold as the center and a radius of two hundred kilometers.

In this 120-kilometer-diameter derelict spaceship, a radius of 200 kilometers means that it covers almost the entire space of the derelict ship.

Of course, the actual passage distance inside the wrecked ship is much greater than the straight-line distance.

But it is enough.

Lawson closed the parameter panel and brought up the assassin summoning interface.

First, there's the team leader.

Lawson chose the enhanced template and set the number of summons to ten.

[Enhanced Katachon Jungle Warrior x10]

[Consumes: 2000 Health Points + 20 cubic meters of Refined Steel.]

[Additional Feature: Hemisphere Alternating Sleep Circuit (Built-in)]

On an open ground fifty meters outside the main gate of the stronghold, ten human figures almost simultaneously materialized.

But what Lawson wanted to give them was more than just better bodies.

He brought up another interface.

[Biomass Application: Chitin Endothelial Carapace Implantation]

[Consumption: 30 points of biomass + 30 points of subspace energy per person.]

This feature has been available for a long time, but it has never been used because of the lack of warp energy. Now it can finally be put to good use.

The key to chitinous endplate implantation lies in the word "endplate".

It's not external armor worn on the body; those things are bulky, cumbersome, restrict movement, and once the outer armor is penetrated, the defense becomes zero.

Chitinous endplates grow under the skin and on the surface of muscles.

It forms an integrated composite structure with the assassin's muscle tissue; it bends when bending over, stretches when sprinting, and deforms when rolling.

There is no additional weight-bearing and no restriction on the movement of any joints.

Its defense level is equivalent to a set of Imperial medium-sized shell armor.

But that's not the most crucial advantage.

Once the chitinous inner shell is damaged, it can be repaired by consuming health points.

Traditionally, once a shell is pierced, it's pierced.

In field conditions, repairing a set of medium-sized shell armor requires a technical priest from the Cult of Mechanism, specialized repair materials, and at least several hours of labor.

In a derelict spaceship, all these conditions are zero.

However, chitinous endoscopy is a living organic tissue.

It became one with the flesh and blood of the assassin.

When it is pierced, burned, or cut, the system only needs to consume a small number of life points to allow it to regrow, close, and return to its original state, just like healing a wound.

[Chitin inner nail implant × 10]

[Consumption: 300 points of biomass + 300 points of subspace energy.]

Beneath the skin of the ten enhanced assassins, a thin organic film with a pale purple sheen was expanding at a visible rate.

It starts in the chest cavity and spreads to the neck, head, abdomen, back, and limbs.

As the film expands, it gradually becomes opaque, and its color transitions from a translucent purplish-gray to a flesh color that is almost indistinguishable from skin.

When the implantation was completed, the ten team leaders looked no different from before.

However, if you press their skin hard, you will find an extra tough, hard layer under the skin, like a thin, dense natural armor covering the surface of the muscle.

Lawson casually drew the Fang of Katachon from his waist and slashed at the forearm of the nearest enemy, Jia Yi.

The blade cut about two millimeters into the skin's surface before being blocked by the chitinous layer beneath the skin.

The high-strength carbon alloy blade of the Katachon's Fang left a shallow mark on the chitinous surface, but did not cut through it.

A remained completely still.

Lawson sheathed his sword.

"qualified."

Then came the second batch of summons.

[Katachan Jungle Warrior (Standard Version) x100]

[Consumes: 10000 Health Points + 100 cubic meters of Refined Steel.]

On the open ground surrounding the stronghold, one hundred human silhouettes simultaneously took shape in the dim light.

洛森将阵亡死士的编号重新填充。3号、4号、15号、19号、23号、36号、38号、42号、51号……

The numbers that had been permanently lost on the deep deck were given new meaning by fresh flesh and blood.

The number is just a code.

There is no physiological or psychological continuity between the previous number 3 and this number 3.

However, in Lawson's management system, the continuity of the numbering represents the integrity of the combat sequence.

Current total number of suicide soldiers: 181.

Ten enhanced captains, ranked from A1 to A10.

171 regular version assassins.

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Chapter 43 The Growth of Little Wrench

Lawson stood atop the gantry crane, looking down at the dense crowds inside and outside the stronghold.

With only 181 people on this wrecked spaceship filled with millions of greenskins, countless demons, and a large number of gene-stealers, this force is still like a drop of water in the ocean.

But this drop of water is poisonous and is turning into a stream.

Based on his analysis of the current situation, Lawson believes that the impact range of the macroscopic molten metal explosive bomb extends far beyond the deep deck.

The major powers involved in the scrap ship project will all react to this.

Lawson's strategy also needs to be adjusted accordingly.

"Teams 1 through 5, each leading a squad of ten. Deployed to the edge of Iron Fang territory. Mission: Hunting, assassination, traps. Avoid direct combat with large enemy forces. Collect all convertible metal scrap."

"Sixth to tenth, each leading a squad of ten. Follow me and advance northwest. Mission: reconnaissance, mopping up, and finding a suitable location to establish a second stronghold."

"The remaining personnel will be on duty at the outpost for defense and supplies preparation, while No. 6 will remain at the weapons depot to carry out missions."

The command has been issued.

Lawson walked toward the small workshop area in the corner of the stronghold, enclosed by old iron cages and monofilament ropes.

The little wrench was squatting among a pile of parts, fiddling with a laser gun charging module that had been disassembled into three sections.

Despite being fed Waaagh energy these past few days, it has barely grown in size and is still only two-thirds the size of a normal fart spirit. When it stands up, it is not even as tall as Lawson's thigh.

When Little Wrench saw Lawson approaching, the charging module in his fingers fell to the ground with a clatter.

It lay on the ground, its nose almost touching the top of Lawson's boot.

"Old... boss!"

"Little Wrench has been working non-stop! Continuing to work! Not stopping for a moment! Boss, look! Little Wrench will fix that laser gun in a minute!"

Lawson glanced down at it.

"stand up."

The little wrench stood up shakily, his back bent at almost a ninety-degree angle.

"The intelligence you intercepted about the Iron Fang tribe's expedition was a great help," Lawson said.

The little wrench slowly raised its head at a slight angle, its two little yellow eyes gleaming with disbelief.

Is the boss praising it?

In the world of the Orks, the probability of your leader praising you is about the same as an Orc taking a bath voluntarily.

Generally speaking, a sycophant only receives three kinds of feedback from his superiors: being kicked, being beaten, or being eaten.

"For you."

Lawson took out a small clump of Waaagh energy residue.

With trembling fingers, the little wrench carefully cradled the ball of energy, buried its face in the dark green fluorescence, and took a deep breath.

A subtle but perceptible wave of Waaagh energy emanated from its body.

"Boss!"

The little wrench almost roared, "This little wrench is sticking with the boss for life! If the boss tells me to tighten a screw, I'll tighten it until my hand breaks! If the boss tells me to drill a pipe, I'll drill until my head goes bald! If anyone dares to say a bad word about the boss, I'll be the first to bite them to death."

"That's enough, we have important business to attend to."

He removed the three main components of the multi-barrel rapid-fire cannon: the barrel assembly, the ammunition feeding mechanism, and the base rotation mechanism.