Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Krus immediately brought up several simulation layers.

"It depends on the completeness of the STC."

"If it is just a hull structure template, the keel layout, armor layering, and compartment stress design can be improved, which can increase the defense of the warship by about 15% to 25% for the same tonnage, and further shorten the construction time."

"If a reactor and energy transfer system are included, the ship's energy supply efficiency can be improved, and the light spear, void shield and propulsion system can obtain more stable output."

"If it includes a complete ship hull system integration solution, the value will be even higher."

"It may solve the long-standing problems of redundant structure, bulky compartments, energy waste and maintenance complexity of Imperial warships."

"Standardized and modular production will be taken to a new level."

"The production capacity of frigates can be increased by more than 30%."

"The construction cycle for cruisers may be shortened by another one to two years."

"If we are lucky enough, the laying of the keel of battleships will also avoid many of the old methods."

As Krusa spoke, his voice was almost trembling with barely suppressed excitement.

"More importantly, it can make Agrippina's warships not just faster."

"It will get even better."

Lawson looked at the location of the large vortex on the star map.

Not long ago, he had threatened Huron across the entire frequency band.

She said she had her eye on the whirlpool.

That time, the main purpose was to help Dante out of a predicament.

But now it seems that what was casually said is turning into some kind of future plan.

"It's Huron again..."

Lawson turned around and asked, "Is there a lot of treasure in Huron's Great Whirlpool?"

Krus's reaction changed noticeably.

His mechanical body shuddered slightly, and the servo arms on his back unconsciously opened a little.

If mechanical bodies could drool, they would probably be dripping lubricant by now.

"grown ups."

"The Great Vortex of Black Huron is one of the largest treasure troves of plunder in the dark side of the entire empire."

"He was no ordinary pirate."

“Ordinary pirates would rob a merchant ship, steal the goods, capture slaves, dismantle a few cannons, and burn the rest.”

Huron is different.

"He will tow the boat away."

"Drag them into the whirlpool."

As he spoke, Khrushchev pulled up the rumor data he had access to.

"Multiple Red Pirate Star Cities exist within the Great Whirlpool."

“Some of them were converted from ancient space stations that were dragged into the storm.”

“Some star cities have slave markets hidden inside.”

"Some of them conceal shipyards."

"Some of them are armories."

“There are also some that are Huron’s private treasury.”

"The Destroyer Ghost itself is not simply a flagship. It is a mobile command center, a loot storage ship, a symbol of power for the Red Pirates, and a platform for the Dark Mechanicus."

"It is said that Huron has a vast collection of ancient weapons, relics, forbidden devices of the Mechanicus, fragments of the Black Stone, alien power cores, sealed demon engines, ransoms from imperial nobles, star maps, colonial authorizations, brain-computer interfaces of captured captains, and countless gold, gems and rare metals."

Lawson listened very attentively.

Krusa spoke faster and faster.

"More importantly, Huron is the Pirate King."

"He doesn't need to support a full administrative system like a sector governor, nor does he need to maintain a long supply line like the Imperial Navy."

"All his wealth was concentrated in ships, ports, star cities, and hiding places."

"In some ways, he is richer than many star sectors."

"The wealth of many star sectors lies in ledgers, mines, farmland, and population, and it will take many years to convert it into war resources."

"Huron's wealth has already been looted."

"They were piled up in warehouses, locked in ship cabins, and hidden behind the storms of whirlpools."

Lawson looked at him with a smile.

"It sounds like you really want to go."

Krus lowered his head.

"I simply believe that if the resources in the Great Vortex fall into your hands, it would be more in line with the will of the Emperor and the Pantheon than if they fell into Huron's hands."

Lawson's smile deepened.

"It's just a rumor after all, right?"

Krus was clearly getting anxious.

“My lord, Huron possesses a vast treasure; this is definitely not just a rumor.”

"The entire dark side knows how many shipping routes the Red Pirates have raided, how many imperial worlds they have plundered, how many nobles they have kidnapped, and how many mechanical cargo ships they have seized over the years."

"That was a pirate empire."

"His wealth is no less than that of many star sectors."

"Even in terms of readily available loot, he is richer than most sectors."

"If you can get that STC from the Great Vortex, even just a clue, it would be enough to propel Agrippina's shipbuilding system forward."

"If you can also seize his shipyards, treasury, and skilled slaves..."

Krus stopped talking.

Because when he said "easy to use," he himself felt that those two words were too understated.

That's the heartless Huron.

Lord of the Great Whirlpool.

Red Pirate King.

A monster who dared to contend with Abaddon, dared to negotiate with the Mechanicus, and dared to treat the Imperial shipping lanes like a ranch for harvesting.

Entering the vortex is never easy.

That was an expedition that could have killed many sector fleets in the storm.

Lawson withdrew his gaze.

"Continue to optimize the warship process."

"I'll figure out a way to handle the STC issue."

Krus lowered his head.

"Yes, my lord."

Lawson turned and walked toward the static force field.

He was just trying to scare Huron offhand.

In retrospect, the Great Whirlpool was definitely worth a visit.

Chapter 187 Is Lawson going to steal the treasure vault? No, he's going to rob the entire flagship.

The Great Vortex is not a star system.

It is a rotten wound.

Subspace storms churn here for ages, tearing open and then stitching back together the boundaries of the real universe, with starlight twisting into broken lines in the distance.

Abandoned space stations, the wreckage of ancient colony ships, broken satellites, and empty celestial bodies dragged to the edge of the storm float like garbage in the dark currents.

A normal fleet entering this area would first lose its direction, then its time, and finally its reason.

Only pirates, madmen, the Dark Mechanicus, and those who pledge their souls to demons would call this place a port.

The Red Pirates called it the Throne.

The throne of the black-hearted Huron.

The entire Red Pirate fleet trembled as it passed through the outer storm belt.

The Ghost of Destruction was at the forefront.

Its hull is covered with armor patches from different eras, ship types, and casting worlds, like a monster that continues to grow after devouring too many corpses.

Numerous small frigates and privateers were moored on both sides of the ship.

Some belong to the Red Pirates headquarters.

Some came from pirate groups that were affiliated with Huron.

Some of them were hanging strange flags, clearly indicating that they had just surrendered and hadn't even had time to change their paint jobs.

The defensive turrets of the outer star city of the Great Vortex lit up their identification lights one by one.

Armed star cities hang precariously on the edge of the storm.

Some of them were originally Imperial space stations, some were colonial fortresses dragged into storms, and some were simply monstrosities welded together from dozens of wrecked ships.

The outer walls are piled with turrets, dark mechanical workshops, slave markets, fuel depots, ransom halls, and giant emblems of the Red Pirates.