Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson looked down at the two struggling, screaming, deformed creatures in his hands.

Then he revealed a smile that sent chills down the spines of the two demonic entities born from the depths of the warp.

"We've been waiting for you for a long time."

The two little devils were like two field mice held by a raptor in Lawson's hands.

The struggles became less and less intense, because each struggle resulted in a slight tightening of the palm's grip, and the message conveyed by that tightening couldn't be clearer.

If you move it again, I'll crush it.

The one-eyed imp's gaze shifted from Lawson's face to the dark green scum left on the ground by its broken-horned companion after its explosion.

The soul dissipated.

This detail elevates the One-Eyed Imp's fear from the fear of being killed to the fear of being wiped out forever.

At that moment, the one-eyed little devil realized something.

The thief who drove the Khorne army mad, who devoured the souls of thousands of demons on the deep deck, the mysterious being who caused the bloodthirsty madman to personally descend upon the projection and order all demons to dig three feet into the ground to search, is the human before us.

"You...you are..."

The one-eyed imp screamed, "It's you! Those vanished souls from the deep decks, it's you..."

Chapter 52 Harvest Season

Whether the little devil knows who he is or not is not important; what matters is what happens next.

Upon hearing its one-eyed companion's words, the little devil in its left hand, which had been trying to loosen its grip by wrapping its tail around Lawson's wrist, now completely relaxed its tail.

It knew who had it fallen into.

A terrifying existence that can make a demon's soul vanish forever!

For an entity that may have existed in the subspace for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, permanent annihilation is far more terrifying than any torture that humans can imagine.

Should we relay this intelligence to the demonic army atop the deep deck?

Can't do it.

Imps do not possess the ability for long-distance psionic communication.

They were trapped in the same room as the human who could make the demon disappear forever.

Lawson was fully aware of the psychological state of the two little devils.

His previous experience of catching the little devil made him realize that arguing with the little devil was the most pointless thing to do.

These things are born to be liars and masters of rhetoric in the warp. Even if they are bound by oaths and cannot lie, they will instinctively look for every loophole to exploit in the gray areas of language.

Therefore, Lawson chose the most efficient method.

"Real name".

The one-eyed imp opened his mouth: "I...I am called Zarakil Morpheus Ensordian..."

It was as if it had been forced to hand over its most precious secret under extreme fear.

The intonation, the pauses, and even the slightly choked-up ending were all perfectly executed.

If the person on the other end is a human who is dealing with a demon for the first time, they will most likely believe it.

But this wasn't the first time Lawson had done this.

The little devils' tricks are just like their appearance: ugly and monotonous.

In the first round, you'll always be given a pseudonym.

True names resonate in the laws of subspace, while pseudonyms do not.

This is a physical verification that cannot be forged.

Lawson tightened his right hand by half a level.

The one-eyed, deformed torso made a teeth-grinding creak in the palm of your hand.

"You only have one chance to use your pseudonym, and you just used it."

"If it's fake again next time, I'll crush your left side first, and then make you say it again with your right side."

"I'm telling the truth..."

Lawson's fingers continued to tighten.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay..."

The one-eyed imp screamed, "Ficus Augrin! My name is Ficus Augrin! It's true! This time it's for real!"

A faint resonance spread from that string of syllables, verifying the underlying laws of the subspace.

Lawson's gaze shifted to the smaller figure in his left hand, and he tightened his grip slightly.

“Zikrus Wim”.

“My name is Zikrus Wim. I’m not lying to you, I’m not lying to you the first time.”

The same resonance, the same verification.

The shorter one is a little smarter than the one-eyed one.

Lawson nodded in satisfaction.

"Look, this saves so much trouble."

“Swear by your real names. In the cooperation to come, none of your answers to me shall contain any form of lie, misleading information, concealment, or selective omission. Lead me to all the undiscovered Imperial standard weapons depots and ammunition storage points on this wrecked ship.”

"I'll let you go after you've finished."

The little devil didn't believe the promise.

Because they themselves are the most unreliable beings in the universe.

But there was no choice.

Swearing to lead the way will at least extend my life by a few hours.

Living a few more hours means having a few more hours to look for an escape opportunity, even though that opportunity is roughly zero. But there's a difference between zero and absolute zero.

“I swear by the real name of Fekus Augrin.”

“I swear by the real name of Zikrus Wim.”

The two True Name Oaths were generated simultaneously within the underlying laws of the subspace.

"A3 and A5".

“Each of you will lead two squads. Each of you will be responsible for one lesser demon. Ask them what I say and follow the directions they point to. Keep the armory space in real-time access; transfer whatever you find inside immediately.”

"clear."

Lawson handed the two little devils to Jia San and Jia Wu respectively.

Jia San was holding the one-eyed Fekus, and Jia Wu was holding the small Zikrus.

Before setting off, Lawson issued another order.

“Clear out a large cabin, at least 1,000 square meters, at each of the two outposts. Remove all clutter from the cabins and reinforce the load-bearing structure of the ground.”

Lawson had a premonition that this was no small matter.

The two little devils had been wandering in this wrecked ship for who knows how many years, and they knew far more than a single Fizzles.

Preparations are complete.

Two search teams set off simultaneously, heading in different directions towards the wrecked ship.

The next ten hours were the most fruitful for Lawson since he arrived at the wrecked ship.

The search team of Team A3 was heading southeast by east.

Fekus was being held hostage by Jia San and was extremely unwilling to give directions to the team.

"Turn left. There's a hatch that's been pinned down by a collapsed deck about 300 meters ahead. Behind the hatch is an auxiliary passageway. Go to the end of the passageway."

Jia San led his team forward according to the instructions.

The search team reached its first target.

Four assassins worked together to remove the wreckage blocking the entrance.

The moment the hatch opened, Jia San transmitted the scene to Lawson in real time via telepathy.

Rows upon rows of standard Imperial Navy logistics racks stretched from the ground to the three-meter-high ceiling.

On each shelf and on each layer of every shelf, sealed ammunition boxes were neatly stacked.

Laser batteries, standard M36 laser gun universal charging magazines, thirty-six per box, all in good sealed condition.

Jia San walked around the shelves.

Three hundred and fifty boxes.

More than 12,000 standard laser-charged magazines.

At the current rate of attrition of a force of one thousand men, this batch of laser batteries is sufficient to sustain high-intensity combat for several months.

But this was only the first supply depot.

Jia San and his men quickly emptied the ammunition boxes here and transferred them to the warehouse at the stronghold through the armory space.

Fekus continued to lead the way at Jia San's urging.

At the same time, the search team of Jiawu advanced in the northwest direction.

Zikrus was more cooperative than Fekus, perhaps because it was more afraid of death, or perhaps because it had a wider range of movement in the wrecked ship.

Over the next few hours, the two teams combed through the middle structure of the wrecked ship like two combs, prying open one forgotten imperial vault after another.

The promethium fuel depot contains dozens of sealed barrels of high-purity promethium fuel, standard supplies for individual flamethrowers and thermal weapons.

An infantry explosives depot contained boxes of fragmentation grenades, armor-piercing grenades, and meltar explosive tubes.

The sheer number of ammunition allowed Lawson's troops to switch directly from a state of cautious ammunition control to a mode of reckless wastefulness, blowing up whatever they wanted.

The naval close-combat arsenal includes Imperial Navy boarding shields, standard power swords, high-density short-toothed chainsaw swords, and a large number of oracles.