Warhammer: Empire Reboot

A burst of laughter erupted.

Before the laughter had even subsided, the bridge door was kicked open.

The Red Pirates' fully armed supervisory team stationed in the harbor area stormed in.

Without saying a word, the squad leader raised his hot melt gun and instantly vaporized the two pirates who were laughing the loudest into a pile of charcoal.

The rest of the people immediately shut their mouths.

"Shut your foul mouths. Engine warm-up, depart in five minutes." The supervising captain coldly tossed out these words and turned to leave.

The boat still sailed out.

Every channel of the whirlpool was crowded with warships accelerating.

Huron led his core fleet in pursuit.

This time, he didn't order the use of stealth mode. Now was not the time to hide. Speed ​​was everything.

The Red Pirates' main fleet began to assemble on a large scale.

Dozens of warships of various sizes were forced to turn amidst the raging subspace storm, their hulls emitting a sickening metallic twisting sound.

The Dark Mechanicus's navigation team was forcibly dragged out of the workshop by the oversight team and physically connected to the command chain.

Those warp wizards covered in tentacles and eyes, along with deeply corrupted mutated navigators, were chained together and connected to a makeshift blood sacrifice ritual array, attempting to use warp aether energy to search for Lawson's whereabouts.

On the bridge of the temporary flagship.

Huron sat on the cold, metallic throne.

His face was ashen and lifeless as old black blood congealed on the deck.

The chief navigation officer knelt before the tactical holographic console, trembling as he adjusted the complex jump trajectory model, his robe soaked with sweat.

"Overlord, when the Ghost of Destruction jumped, it deliberately chose the eye of the storm within the Great Vortex as a cover route. The raging warp energy flow is tearing apart their contrail."

Huron's voice was deep: "I don't want to hear nonsense. I'm asking you, what about the remaining traces?"

"There are still remnants."

The navigator quickly replied, afraid of losing his head if he hesitated even a second longer, "It's enormous, with a mass on the order of ten kilometers plus a full load of subspace engines. The ignition of an engine of this scale would be as conspicuous as a supernova explosion in the Etheric Ocean. Even if someone has tried to conceal it, it's impossible to completely erase all traces in a short time."

Huron's prosthetic eye flashed red for a moment.

"You're saying they concealed it?"

"Yes, Overlord."

The navigator pulled up a blurry band image: "The outer layer of the wake is covered with a large amount of mixed subspace impurities. These impurities interfere with the focusing of the detection array, obscuring their true course."

Chapter 189 Huge Harvest...

The Ghost of Destruction is sailing.

This ten-kilometer-class flagship entered subspace for the first time with a new will.

The Geller force field acts like a giant membrane, separating the ship from the raging waves outside.

Outside the ship's windows, the subspace light stream twisted and surged, and malice squeezed in from countless directions, trying to penetrate the cracks, lick the steel, corrupt the machine soul, and tempt the crew to madness.

The crew inside the Destroyer Ghost has been replaced.

Three hundred thousand cornerstone crew members are rapidly arriving at their posts.

They entered in batches through the static force field.

Bridge, engine room, reactor area, gun room, ammunition depot, maintenance pipelines, life support system, slave compartments, outer vault, medical area, servant control room, cargo elevator shaft, Geller force field node, void shield tower, and warp engine monitoring room.

Every key position has a core group of people taking over.

Take over the post. Inventory the bodies. Close the contaminated compartment. Establish a temporary food and water circulation system.

A group of people meticulously recorded the authorization tokens, blood pact runes, Dark Mechanicus incantations, and chaos marks left behind by the Red Pirates.

Three thousand T-series suicide soldiers have also boarded the ship.

They brought with them 200,000 machine gunners, like a silent swarm of repair insects, pouring out from repair wells and dock interfaces everywhere.

The Ghost of Destruction has just experienced a battle to seize the ship.

The T sequence contains not a single superfluous word.

Expand the list of damaged items and sort by priority.

Lawson stood in front of the huge observation window, looking at the churning subspace outside.

Two Dogs and Three Dogs, along with their mastiff-like guards, stood watch around the area.

T-001 hovered beside Lawson, its eight servo arms constantly changing the data window.

"BOSS, corpse cleanup progress is 41%."

"The bodies of the Red Pirates have been either cremated or sealed."

"The Dark Mechanicus corpses should be sealed off for future technical analysis."

“The slave survivors have been concentrated in forty-seven isolation wards. After initial screening, they can be treated as ordinary human resources.”

"The outer layer of the treasure vault is secure."

"The internal sealed box was not opened on a large scale."

Lawson wasn't in a hurry to look at the treasure vault.

The treasure trove can't be hidden.

"Where is the machine spirit?"

T-001 retrieved a massive data model consisting of interwoven black and red lines.

That was the projection of the Destroyer Ghost's machine spirit.

The once ferocious and monstrous machine spirit, marked by the Red Pirates, is now bound by the chains of swarm thinking.

The struggle has weakened considerably.

The moment Huron ordered its destruction, the machine spirit wavered.

Lawson seized that moment and pressed the swarm imprint completely into its core.

It did not submit out of loyalty.

It was abandoned and then dragged away by its new owner with an iron chain.

But for Lawson, the reason didn't matter.

Results matter.

"The Machine Soul Core has accepted the basic commands."

T-001 stated, "It still retains hostility, but it can no longer resist the swarm's mind control. The Agrippina Shipyard will need to carry out in-depth purification, permission rewriting, and soul reshaping."

"That's enough," said Lawson.

In the bridge, a navigation assassin stands in front of a star map.

"A subspace vortex will appear ahead in 37 seconds."

"It is recommended that the ship veer eleven degrees to the right."

"Reduce propulsion output by eight percent."

"Release the second layer of impurity cloud."

T-001 to be executed immediately.

The Ghost of Destruction slowly turned in the warp.

Behind them, the Great Vortex Hunting Fleet also entered subspace.

Huron personally led the team.

A large number of pirate ships followed him into the storm's crevice.

They were more like a group of sharks that had smelled blood.

There are regular Red Pirate warships.

There are scavenged gunboats that crawled out of a ship graveyard.

Some ships, whose geller force fields were unstable, still rushed in.

Because they believe that quantity represents everything.

"No matter how powerful the Ghost of Destruction is, there's only one!"

"Hold on to it! Once the overlord boards the ship, we'll be rich!"

Don't let others get there first!

"That's Huron's flagship! Firing one shot is enough to brag about for ten years!"

Then, the first hunters died in the warp turbulence.

The subspace impurities released by Lawson created multiple false trails.

More than thirty small boats chased after the brightest one, only to plunge headlong into the storm's reefs.

The Geller force field flickered a few times, and teeth and eyes began to grow on the ship's hull.

The crew members screamed for help.

That's how pirates hunt.

If you're slow, the benefits will go to someone else.

You're wrong, your life is your own.

Huron was not fooled by the false trail.

He slowed the fleet down.

Have the Dark Mechanicus navigation team, the Corruption Wizard, and the Red Pirate veteran navigator compare their tracks simultaneously.

On the makeshift flagship's bridge, three wizards were chained to the navigation console, black blood flowing from their eyes.