Warhammer: Empire Reboot

One of the Techies was holding a large wrench and forcefully striking the bomb casing, trying to make it "louder".

A group of bastards were screaming and carrying cables nearby. Anyone who was too slow was kicked into a gap in the pipe by the orc boy.

Dozens of shadow blades slashed into the hall.

The orc boy's head was cleanly severed from his torso.

Tech Boss's arm was severed, and the plasma bomb fell to the ground.

The incoming Shadow Blade precisely shattered the fuse, while another Shadow Blade pierced the bomb's inferior core, severing the unstable reaction directly.

After severing the bones, the metal flywheel deflects and bounces off the ground, then cuts into the chest cavity of the next target.

0.7 seconds later, the entire hall was transformed into a morgue filled with dismembered limbs.

Two thousand combat warriors clad in heavy power armor raised their explosive guns and advanced over the orc corpses.

Lawson's Shadow Blade cleared the way ahead, while the assassins provided follow-up fire, blocked off side paths, and cleared the position from behind.

The flash of the explosives illuminated the dark compartment.

The ultra-high temperature jet from the hot melt gun melts the metal roadblocks along the way into molten iron.

The Red Dragons' flamethrowers swept across the walls and the ground, burning the barely visible fungal spores to ash.

The progress is very fast.

But this battle moon is too big.

The asteroid, with a diameter of 1,200 kilometers, was hollowed out, forming a three-dimensional honeycomb.

It far surpasses any of the Imperial capital ships.

It was filled with devices that orcs had created using their imagination and wrenches.

A giant gear train driven by the pounding of countless farts.

An internal town haphazardly welded together from tens of thousands of tons of scrap iron.

A flying platform covered with turrets, elevators, exhaust pipes, and slogans like "I think it can fly."

Even though more than 90% of the Orc Boys have descended to the surface of Castis-VI via the main teleportation array, tens of millions of Greenskins still remain inside the Battle Moon.

Immature orcs, fart spirits, Squig, repair technicians, the surviving leader of the Royal Guard, and the tech-savvy kid who has mastered repair skills are hidden in underground tunnels, junkyards, and pipeline layers hundreds of kilometers deep.

They used the terrain to their advantage, manipulating homemade killing canisters, machine gun bunkers, booby traps, and scrap metal gates to ambush boarding suicide bombers.

"T-series tech warriors, take up your posts."

The tail hatch of the boarding torpedo opens.

Tens of thousands of T-series assassins slid into the tunnel.

The killing was left to the White Tiger, the Crimson Dragon, and the Shadow Blade.

The T-series' task is to take over, dismantle, lock, and rewrite.

It was a domed cabin that was 100 meters high.

A mass of low-quality plasma spheres, bound by a strong magnetic field, floated in the center of the cabin.

The surface of the sphere constantly expands and contracts, like a heart that could burst at any moment.

The outer perimeter was entangled with countless rusty iron chains, insulating tape, discarded cannon barrels, and charred remains of idols.

Several high-ranking orc masterminds were wielding large metal wrenches, frantically banging on the red buttons on the control panel.

Upon detecting the intruders, their first reaction was to excitedly attempt to sever the magnetic field bindings and detonate the core of the thruster, which was powerful enough to destroy half the moon.

Ten shadow blades pierced through the Great Technique Overlord's head in an instant.

T-series assassins quickly flooded the control panel.

They pried open the rough metal panel and forcibly inserted nerve cables into the orc's neural control network.

Problems soon arose.

The orcs' mechanical creations lack clear logical code.

They have physical structures, but they do not completely depend on physical structures to operate.

In many places, there are no standard circuits.

Many valves are connected to air.

Some gear sets that shouldn't be driving are instead driving the entire engine compartment.

Its core driving force is WAAAGH! energy.

They believed that the scrap metal could function, and so the scrap metal actually could function.

The T-series assassins can take over physical valves, cut wires, and re-weld pipes, but they cannot explain why the entire device is still alive using pure Imperial standards.

Lawson walked to the control panel.

He has no shortage of alternatives to this kind of idealistic energy.

He raised his hands and placed them on the metal surface of the control panel.

A large amount of WAAAGH waste accumulated in the system was injected into the thruster core along the cable.

The volatile, low-quality plasma sphere stabilized instantly.

The green electric arc disappeared, and the energy fluctuations were pushed back into the magnetic field's confinement zone.

The T-series assassins seized the opportunity to take over physical control of the magnetic field confinement generator.

They severed the orcish primitive fuses and reconnected data cables that conformed to Imperial Mechanicus standards.

The thruster overload alarm has been deactivated.

The crackdown has entered a high-intensity, protracted phase.

Lawson personally led the team, using his innate psionic senses to investigate hidden energy nodes layer by layer.

One thousand and eighty-one shadow blades transformed into a relentless meat grinder, hunting through the complex network of pipes.

White Tiger and Red Dragon formed a three-person tactical team, using power shields, bomb guns, and molten guns to clear out the orc scrap fortresses one by one.

The T-series assassins followed closely behind, taking over access control, gravity generators, power supply pipes, local turrets, and orc teleportation remnants.

The terrain inside the battle moon is too complex.

Orcs have an incredibly high reproductive rate.

The spores quickly hatched into new farts and Squigs in the dark corners.

Some pipes that had just been cleaned were emitting faint clawing sounds again a few hours later.

Lawson mobilized the rear foundation units to enter the battlefield.

Any cabins cleared by combat suicide soldiers were immediately subjected to a carpet-like incineration by the Foundation Sequence using flames at temperatures of thousands of degrees Celsius on the walls, floors, ventilation holes, sewage pipes, and garbage heaps.

The residual fungal structure was destroyed by the high temperature.

This was followed by the spraying of chemical agents.

Finally, cover it with radiation cleaning solution.

A full fifteen standard Terra days.

The intensity of the boarding operation shifted from an initial frontal assault to a physical clearing operation, house by house and passage by passage.

Lawson's battle formation advanced through the labyrinth.

The foundational sequence is continuously being filled in.

The core area of ​​the battle moon fell into Lawson's hands inch by inch.

At the end of the fifteenth day, Lawson's last Shadow Blade pierced the bottom of the sewage pipe and severed the head of a hidden orc leader.

The leader hid for eleven days by eating corpses and eating farts, trying to regroup the green skin deep inside the pipe.

It had just raised its homemade megaphone when a shadow blade pierced its jaw from its head.

On the life sign radar inside the battle moon, all the red spots representing the large orcs disappeared.

The situation is completely under control.

Lawson stood in the command center hall at the very core of the planet.

This was originally the throne room of the orc warlord Grazag Starclaw.

At this moment, the ground was cleaned by the assassins, and the graffiti and skull totems belonging to the orcs on the walls were stripped off by high-energy rays.

A temporary Imperial tactical platform was re-erected in the hall.

The static force field lit up in front of Lawson.

A short figure fell out of the teleportation array.

It's a small wrench.

It shows significant changes compared to the period of the Oberlus galaxy.

Its body has grown larger, its muscle fibers are firmer, and its teeth are sharper. Most striking are its equipment.

The small wrench was inside a custom-made mech that was 2.2 meters tall.

This mech combines parts from Imperial engineering servants with an orc wasteland style.

The surface is covered with hydraulic clamps, plasma welding guns, multi-functional metal wrenches, cutting arms, and small hooks.

The moment the small wrench landed, it saw Lawson standing before it and reacted immediately.

The front armor plate of the mech popped open.

A small, green body jumped out of the cockpit.

It scrambled and crawled to Lawson, its body pressed tightly against the cold metal floor, its arms wrapped around Lawson's power armor-covered boots, and its lips desperately kissing the metal boot surface.

"Big Shrimp Boss! Little Wrench missed you so much!"

Lawson looked down at the alien at his feet.

"Stand up."

The little wrench immediately released his arm, sprang to his feet, and pressed his hands tightly against the outside of his thighs, striking a comical yet standard imperial military posture.