Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson raised a middle finger.

Although the greenskins might not understand the meaning of the gesture, the contempt and provocation on Lawson's face was an insult that could be felt across any species.

"Come on! You bunch of green-haired bastards who only know how to eat your own excrement!"

After provoking him, he turned and fled into the passage.

The green-skinned orcs were furious.

"Waaaagh! Tear that shrimp to shreds! I'm going to eat him alive!"

The orc boys charged madly toward Lawson's retreating figure.

"Run! Run! The boss has gone berserk!"

The little devil scouting ahead ran forward frantically to avoid being trampled into mincemeat by his boss's big feet.

They plunged headlong into that narrow bottleneck passage.

Lawson had already run across the pass and was hiding behind a sturdy metal bunker ten meters away from the trap.

"Ten meters...five meters...three meters..."

The dozen or so farts running at the front didn't even notice the single-strand rope under their feet, which was thinner than a hair.

Lawson smiled cruelly: "The Emperor greets you, you scum."

"Boom! Boom!"

The destructive power of two enhanced Cataclysm fragmentation booby traps exploding in a confined space far exceeds conventional physical imagination.

The dozens of farts running at the front didn't even have time to scream before they were torn to pieces.

The six orc boys following closely behind also ran headlong into this devastating storm.

"Ow!"

On Lawson's retina, the system's notification sounds were absolutely insane.

[Life Points +37]

Adding to the previous 41 points, Lawson's life points have soared to 78!

But that's not enough!

On the system page, the extremely large soul energy feedback characteristic of the Orc Boy had not yet appeared.

"Their vitality is so tenacious it's disgusting."

Lawson stood up from behind the bunker.

Six orc lads, they're not quite dead yet!

"Waaagh...I'm going to...kill you..."

Lawson raised the bomb gun expressionlessly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After six muffled thuds, the system began processing the orc boy's soul energy one by one.

Each orc originally provided 10 health points, but the Waaagh berserker factor and subspace contamination within them required purification, resulting in a loss rate as high as 30%.

Six orc boys, each contributing 7 points, for a total of 42 points.

Current Life Points: 120

Goal achieved.

There's even a surplus.

At the same time, a new tab lit up.

[Scrap Yard (Unlocked)]

In the holographic interface, a square space is projected.

A small clump of mist was suspended in the air, constantly churning and twisting.

If you stare at this cloud of mist for a long time, you can even faintly hear a "Waaagh" roar.

[Item: Lesser Heretical Psionic Residue.]

[Source: Byproducts of the purification process at the Life Point.]

Purpose: Unknown.

These are clearly the contaminated waste materials that the system stripped away when purifying the orc souls.

He hasn't even unlocked the most basic tech tree yet, so this thing is just a useless placeholder for now.

He closed the scrap area and opened the [Death Squad Page].

[Life Points: 120 / 100]

[Stainless steel: 1.2 / 1 cubic meter]

[Would you like to consume resources to exchange for a Katachon Jungle Warrior, based on the host's current genetic template?]

"Yes!"

100 life points and 1 cubic meter of refined steel disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the space in front of Lawson began to distort violently, visible to the naked eye.

One cubic meter of high-quality steel is instantly melted in the light, transforming into the strongest skeletal framework of the human body.

Immediately afterwards, the pure life energy that represented the loss of 100 vibrant lives began to weave and entwine wildly on the bones, like threads on a loom.

Flesh and blood are growing, meridians are connecting, and muscle fibers are expanding and taking shape at an extremely exaggerated density and speed.

Subsequently, the skin coverings, and even Katachon's iconic red and green jungle camouflage, tactical webbing, and a brand-new, gleaming Katachon's Fang, were all generated synchronously under the intervention of some microscopic physical laws.

The entire process lasted less than 0.1 seconds.

A burly man, 1.95 meters tall, appeared out of nowhere.

He placed his right hand on his chest and gave a standard Qataran salute.

"loyalty!"

Chapter 4 Combat Power in the Warhammer World

The burly man stood still, awaiting instructions.

Lawson exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Your name is Er... never mind."

"Your name is number 1."

Lawson pointed around.

"Go and explore the terrain of this deck, put all the scrap metal you find into the system, and search for usable weapons while you're at it. Kill any lone greenskins you encounter, and avoid large groups. Don't be reckless."

Number 1 raised his hand again and gave a clean and crisp military salute.

"loyalty!"

Then he disappeared into the shadows of the side passage.

Only then did Lawson free his hands to stare at the semi-transparent system interface.

[Host: Lawson]

Number of assassins: 1 out of 10000

Life Points Reserved: 20

[Steel Reserves: 0.2 /∞]

Below was a newly unlocked text description, which Lawson slowly scanned.

[Note: Due to limitations imposed by the host's current strength level and soul capacity, the maximum number of assassins is 10000.]

Suicide bombers can spawn within a designated area of ​​50 meters centered on the host, or be airdropped regardless of distance using existing suicide bombers as anchor points. However, at the current strength level, airdrops exceeding 100 kilometers are limited to a maximum of one hundred people per drop.

[Supplement to Resource Acquisition Rules: When a suicide soldier kills an alien target in independent combat, they can also gain life points for the host. However, due to subspace fluctuations and the host's current mental link strength, this gain is subject to strict distance limitations. The current absolute lossless gain radius is within 100 kilometers of the host. Beyond 100 kilometers, life point gains will be severely reduced based on distance. The greater the distance, the greater the reduction rate.]

There are three more unlocked feature sections:

[Interconnected Consciousness]: Instantly acquires the complete perception of all subordinate assassins. What you see, I see; what you think, I know.

[Consciousness Takeover]: Can descend upon and take over the body of any assassin at any time, gaining access to all their senses and completely controlling their behavior.

[Skill Sharing]: Skills can be shared and assigned to any assassin without restriction.

Lawson stared at the three lines of text and remained silent for a while.

He was familiar with these three functions, having used them for a long time.

Interoperability of consciousness is equivalent to giving him a sensor network covering the entire battlefield; as long as the suicide soldiers are there, the intelligence is there, and there are no more blind spots. Consciousness takeover is equivalent to being able to directly insert his brain into the shell of a fighting machine at any time, allowing him to personally fight without having to sacrifice himself. Skill sharing...

This means that if one of his assassins learns how to drive a war machine, operate an orbital cannon, or repair the main engine of an Imperial Retribution-class starship, he can share that skill with every assassin under his command, allowing them to immediately acquire the same level of ability.

Lawson thought to himself, "It takes twelve years for the Empire's best combat academy to train a craftsman. I just need to push out the skills I've learned."

But then he realized another problem, which made him frown.

strength.

The system's page repeatedly mentions the same term: host strength.

The stronger you are, the farther the airdrop distance, the more suicide soldiers you can airdrop each time, and the wider the range of life points you can acquire.

This is a leverage system centered on his personal strength.

But in Warhammer 40, the path for ordinary people to become stronger is so narrow it's despair-inducing.

He was a jungle warrior in the Katachan jungle, considered top-tier among ordinary people. But an ordinary person is still an ordinary person; a stray bullet or a bomb could still turn him into a bloody mist.

Above mortals are the Astartes, the Imperial Guard, the Primarchs, and the Emperor himself.

With each step he climbed, the difference in combat power increased by orders of magnitude. The chasm between him and those beings couldn't be bridged by simply killing more greenskins.