Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Orcs?"

He zoomed in on the image.

The surface of the battle moon is covered with rough iron plates, giant cannon barrels, orc graffiti, rams, burning thrusters, and a dense array of green heat sources.

Several dilapidated ships, still leaking air, were strapped to their hulls.

Many turrets did not have a standardized caliber.

Like a mad asteroid covered in iron spikes and cannon barrels.

Lawson was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"The Battle of Agrippina ended months ago, and the orc army is only now arriving belatedly."

"Are they lost?"

T-001 quickly provided his speculation.

"The Orcish War Moon may have deviated from its original course in the chaotic course following the Great Rift."

"It could also be a delay in arriving, as it is chasing signals from an old war."

"According to orc logic, they may not necessarily know that the war is over."

Lawson rubbed his temples.

This is so orcish.

They arrived only after everyone else had finished.

Moreover, it carries a battle moon, ready to directly smash the Nest City world.

As Lawson watched the enormous object approaching, his eyes slowly turned dangerous.

"Notify the Edge Nest City World."

"The entire planet has entered a state of collision avoidance and war."

"All combat units prepare to engage the enemy."

"Since they are late."

"Then let them pay the entrance fee."

P.S.: Guys, I'm not feeling well today, only managing 1.3 words. Sorry about that, but I'll be back to normal soon!

Chapter 192 Slaying the Orc Warlord, Turning Against the Orc Moon!

Although Lawson spoke casually, he showed no disdain in his heart.

Orcs fight the moon.

It was a celestial body that the orcs had transformed into a war fortress.

A crazy moon that can move, fire cannons, send out green tides, and drag the entire planet into a gravitational catastrophe.

The swarm intelligence's battlefield-level sub-brains cut off all regular information flow the moment the alarm sounded.

The daily administration, logistics, food distribution, factory reports, security feedback, and engineering maintenance records of all 318 planets in the Agrippina Sector have been downgraded in importance.

The theater-level sub-brain retains only three types of information.

The Castis Galaxy.

Orcs fight the moon.

Castis-VI.

Countless data unfolded in Lawson's consciousness.

Preliminary data shows that this battle moon has a diameter of 1,200 kilometers.

Its outer shell is a monstrous structure welded together layers of shipwrecks, ores, metal plates, giant turrets, rock layers, abandoned space stations, and crude orc armor.

The internal core was transformed into some kind of massive subspace engine and gravity generator.

Its propulsion does not conform to normal celestial mechanics.

Its orbital correction method is more like a group of orc technicians holding wrenches and shouting "That's it!" at the universe.

Thirty-six standard hours later, the battle moon will either crash into Castis-VI's near-Earth orbit or cut directly into the gravitational danger zone.

For an empire of humanity, this was a natural disaster.

Even if none of the orcs on the battle moon come down, as long as its mass enters a sufficiently close orbit, Castis-VI will be torn apart by the tides first.

The earth's crust cracked, and the nests collapsed.

A chain of explosions occurred at the two-polar promethium refinery.

The Void Shield base was shattered.

Two hundred billion people will die on their own planet before the orcs even land.

"It cannot approach the Roche limit."

The sound of T-001 rang out among the bees.

"Based on its current mass and artificial gravity fluctuations, the safe distance is greater than that of a conventional celestial body. The orc's internal gravity generator will create additional tidal disturbances."

Speak like a human.

"If it is allowed to get close, Castis-VI will shatter."

Lawson closed his eyes briefly, then opened them.

“I’ll go there myself.”

At the top of Tower 3, a burst of intense light erupted from the anchor point of the stasis field.

In the next instant, Lawson's figure traversed the sea of ​​stars and landed atop the spire of the Governor's Mansion, Castis-VI.

A strong wind whipped up industrial dust and rushed towards us.

Castis-VI is a typical Imperial hive world.

The total population exceeds 20 billion.

The planet's surface is covered by four main hive cities, seventy-two subsidiary hive districts, and endless industrial wastelands.

The equatorial region is a lake with highly concentrated toxic chemicals, and its color resembles corroded rust.

The two poles are giant promethium refineries powered by geothermal energy.

All four main nests soared into the clouds.

Lawson had just taken control of the planet through a sector-wide purge.

The former governor was executed for corruption, hoarding grain, condoning armed labor unions, and colluding with smuggling merchants.

The planet's leadership conducted three rounds of purges.

The current government affairs are managed by the Swarm Intelligence Civil Affairs Node, and the Cornerstone Sequence has taken over the core positions of the Grain Bureau, the Water Purification Workers' Union, the Corpse Workers' Union, the Star Harbor Authority, the Promethium Workers' Union, and the PDF Military Affairs Department.

But the time was too short.

The planet hasn't yet been truly transformed into the way Lawson wanted it.

It remains an imperial-style nest city world.

Vast, dirty, and densely populated.

The defense system is aging.

The corruption has just been beheaded, but its body is still oozing pus.

When Lawson entered the Governor's Palace's highest command center, the ordinary officers inside looked ashen-faced.

On the holographic screen, the huge green spot of light is approaching.

"Lord Seal Master!"

A PDF general immediately knelt on one knee.

He was about to speak when Lawson raised his hand to interrupt him.

"The entire galaxy has entered a state of emergency."

His voice reached the ears of two hundred billion people on Castis-VI simultaneously via the swarm network, planetary broadcasts, military channels, hive city megaphones, factory alarms, and orbital space station communication arrays.

"From this moment forward, Castis-VI is stripped of all mortal officers of their strategic command authority."

"All resources, energy, weaponry, population, factories, vehicles, fire control systems, shipping lanes, warehouses, clean water, food, promethium, and ammunition on the planet will be placed under absolute control."

"Anyone who resists, conceals, delays, falsifies, steals, or undermines military orders shall be executed on the spot."

Inside the Governor's Office command center, all the ordinary officers lowered their heads.

The former governor's head still hangs on the iron frame in the courthouse. The three nearby union militias had just been purged by the Bi'an. The ordinary officers knew very well that Lawson's so-called "execution on the spot" was not just rhetoric.

Lawson stood in front of the tactical holographic platform.

The model of the battle moon has been enlarged.

A green heat source with a capacity of hundreds of millions.

Approximately three thousand Orc aerial unit lairs can be identified.

The suspected Dhaka jet landing pit, the orc bomber catapult platform, the meteorite drop pod launch silo, the crude teleportation array, and the heavy cannon array were all marked with different colors by the swarm mind.

That was a natural disaster involving hundreds of millions of green-skinned people.

If it completes its near-orbit deployment, the entire Castis-VI will become an orc playground.

Lawson wasted no time.

"Combat formation initiation."

The anchor points of the static force field lit up like a series of dark blue portals.

The combat formation and the newly formed Flying Bear Heavy Anti-Gravity Assault Squadron began their trans-space descent to Castis-VI.

The White Tiger entered the outer battle zone of all four main lairs.