Warhammer: Empire Reboot

In the final stage of the deep deck, No. 3, No. 47, and No. 52 dismantled it and sent it back to the armory space in twenty-seven seconds.

The rapid-fire cannon's overall structure was intact, but continuous hours of extreme firing caused severe damage.

Thermal deformation of the gun barrel, wear of the ammunition feeding mechanism, and overheating and adhesion of the rotating bearing.

“Repair.” Lawson placed the three components in front of the small wrench.

The small wrench was brought close to the rapid-fire cannon assembly, and six fingers were extended to gently tap the surface of the cannon barrel.

"The cannon barrel is bent."

The little wrench tilted his head and said, "Little wrench, smash it back, no, you have to anneal it first before smashing it. And this feeding chain, two teeth on the number three gear are broken. Little wrench has some spare parts here brought from the workshop. The biggest problem is with the rotary bearing; the balls inside are burnt out..."

It started doing something while muttering to itself.

It can simultaneously disassemble the outer casing of the ammunition feeding mechanism with its left hand and precisely pick out the required replacement parts from the pile of parts with its right hand.

Lawson observed for a few minutes.

The little wrench's work efficiency has significantly improved since it was first captured.

Back then, it took most of the day to repair a laser gun, and the success rate was less than 60%.

Now it can complete repairs of equal complexity in just over ten minutes, and the success rate has increased to over 80%.

This is the effect of Waaagh energy feeding.

In the green skin's ecosystem, Waaagh energy is an omnipresent collective psionic field.

Each green-skinned creature is a node in this energy field; the more numerous, excited, and violent they are, the stronger the Waaagh field becomes.

Under the strong Waaagh field, all of the Greenskins' abilities will be amplified. Orcs will become stronger, marksmen will shoot more accurately, and the mechanical intuition of tech masters and technical freaks will be greatly enhanced.

The small wrench has been in an isolated state with an extremely thin energy field for a long time.

Lawson used the Waaagh residue purified by the system to feed it, which is equivalent to injecting high-octane fuel into an engine that has been in a low-power mode for a long time.

But Lawson also knew where the ceiling for this kind of feeding was.

Little Wrench is ultimately just a fart devil.

In the biology of the Greenskins, the difference between farts and orcs/tech lords is not a matter of degree, but a matter of "species".

Their genetic code is locked from the moment the spore germinates.

A fart-lover is a fart-lover, an orc is an orc, and a tech tycoon is a tech tycoon.

No amount of Waaagh energy feeding can transform a fart into a tech tyrant, just as no amount of nutrition can turn a cat into a lion.

Genetics has locked down the upper limit of possibilities.

However, Lawson paused for a moment here. In the history of the Warhammer universe, there are precedents of farts breaking through the genetic cage.

Two names came to mind.

The first red-toothed Mark Ford.

A fart spirit that should have been trampled to death by a larger greenskin within hours of birth, instead climbed to the position of advisor to the Orcish Warband through a series of conspiracies and assassinations, thanks to its incredible cunning and cruelty.

Its size has always been that of a standard fart, but it has developed an extremely rare ability.

It can directly manipulate the behavior of other pspers through the Waaagh energy field, like a miniature psionic command device.

The second is Nazgrob the Startooth, an unusual case recorded in the Imperial Inquisition's confidential archives. A fart spirit originally assigned to the Techmaster Workshop as a low-level slave worker suddenly displayed mechanical talents far exceeding those of the Techmaster after being exposed to a high-concentration Waaagh energy field burst.

It can assemble weapons with performance comparable to the Imperial standard from scrap metal and bones, and even independently designed and manufactured a fully functional miniature force field generator.

The Imperial Inquisition has yet to explain the cause of this mutation.

Two extremely rare cases. Among trillions of green skins, the probability of such a genetically unlocked fart-like creature appearing is extremely low, but not zero.

Chapter 44 More people means more work

Lawson looked thoughtfully at the small wrench that was focused on repairing the rapid-fire cannon.

He doesn't expect Little Wrench to become the next Red Tooth or Nazgrob.

It only needs to push its technological intuition to the limit within the existing genetic framework.

Moreover, Lawson's thoughts turned in another direction.

There's more than one tech-savvy jerk in the Tech Master Workshop.

Scattered among the wrecked ship are countless workshops of master craftsmen, large and small.

Each workshop has a varying number of skilled slaves, those lowly servants who serve as living tools.

If we can capture more tech-savvy idiots, we can form a technical slave training class led by Little Wrench.

This force is no longer just a killing machine.

It will have the capability to repair, modify, and even manufacture on a small scale.

Lawson pushed this idea into his mental to-do list.

"Tell Number 1 when it's fixed."

Lawson turned and left the workshop area.

The 181-person unit completed its organization and assignment, and then split up to carry out its operations.

Teams one through five, each leading ten men, formed five small teams and infiltrated the territory of the Iron Fang tribe.

Lawson personally led six to ten of the Jia soldiers and fifty ordinary assassins in an advance in the opposite direction.

The remaining personnel carried out defense and material preparation tasks inside and outside the stronghold.

On the deep deck, in a place beyond the reach of Lawson's sight and consciousness.

Deck 160.

The region with the highest density of subspace fissures.

A massive subspace rift is slowly pulsating.

On the deck ahead of the rift, a large number of vampires knelt on one knee with their heads bowed, waiting for something.

After waiting for about three minutes, the central area of ​​the fissure suddenly began to pulsate more intensely.

A projection emerged from the crack.

The projection was shaped like a demon about six meters tall.

He is a bloodthirsty madman, a high-ranking demon of the Blood God Khorne.

The bloodthirsty madman's roar echoed throughout the deck space:

"who is it?"

"Who stole the offerings from the Lord of the Skull?"

"Who has devoured the glory of the Blood God?"

"Go find it."

"Find that thief in every corner, every crevice, every shadow in this pile of scrap metal."

"Kill them all."

The projection shattered abruptly after uttering the last word.

A large number of vampires stood up at the same time and turned to different directions on the deep deck.

Then, it spread out like a tide.

Meanwhile, near the 40th deck of the wrecked ship, another storm was brewing.

The green-skinned warlord Gorgar Skullbreaker sat upright on his mobile throne, which was welded together from the wreckage of a dozen Imperial tanks.

"Great Skill Master!"

What was that noise?

A green-skinned figure covered in robotic arms, prosthetic eyes, and various glittering, unidentified devices emerged from the shadows.

The DA Tech Wire Welding system is the closest thing to an engineer's concept on this wrecked ship.

"The source of the vibration is down below. About 150 decks below. The amount of heat released... well... I'm not very good at math... but if you ask me, it's about the level of throwing an asteroid into a steel furnace."

"Isn't that the kind of engine you were talking about, the one you wanted to install on the combat moon?"

Gorga was so excited that he stood up abruptly.

"It's not an engine."

"Pretty much! Anyway, there's something powerful down there!"

Gorga slapped Firewire on the head: "Listen! I don't care what those devils and scoundrels are up to! I want that thing that makes a huge bang! Put that thing on the Combat Moon, and we can blow it up wherever we fly!"

"Boss, those down there are all demons..."

"So what if it's a demon! Can't we just slay demons?!"

Gorga drew his saber: "Pass on my orders! Armored convoys, special forces lads, fast-moving iron can soldiers, all of you, assemble! Target, deep deck!"

"WAAAGH!"

the other direction.

Irontooth Gluck ruled a vast territory spanning approximately twelve kilometers in the northeast sector, from decks seventy to eighty-two.

This area has the highest density of metal resources in the middle of the wrecked ship and three key passageways connecting the upper and lower decks.

When news spread that Irontooth Gluck had led his army out to war and never returned, the consequences were immediate.

At least five medium-sized tribes began military build-ups on the borders of the Ironfang Territory at almost the same time.

The Rotten Tooth Tribe advanced from the north, while the Iron Nail Tribe approached from the east.

The three tribes of Bonebreaker, Red Cleaver, and Poison Mushroom launched simultaneous attacks from the south and west.

The combined military strength of the five tribes exceeded 100,000.

In the world of Greenskins, there is hatred between any two tribes, which means that this is not a simple territorial dispute, but a multi-party war.

In the heart of Ironfang Territory, five greenskin armies clashed, fought, and annexed each other.