Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Its eyes darted around rapidly, scanning the grim-looking assassins, the hall stripped of its totems, and the completely controlled command room.

It is very smart.

It knew that the place had changed owners.

Lawson spoke.

"Your work at the bottom-nest green-skinned breeding farm is good."

"The efficiency of handling sudden spore leakage incidents meets the baseline."

The little wrench grinned, revealing sharp teeth, and nodded frantically.

"It's all thanks to Boss Big Shrimp's excellent teaching!!"

Lawson ignored its attempt to take credit.

"Your position has now been changed."

He raised his hand and pointed to the bottomless mechanical abyss outside the hall.

"The old orc forces inside this battle moon have been eliminated."

"But I want to retain the power system, gravity system, main reactor, and some core components."

"The underlying logic of this thing relies on WAAAGH! energy."

"Forcibly converting it to pure Imperial plasma drive would take too long and would also damage the integrity of the existing structure."

Little Wrench's eyes lit up as he listened.

Lawson stared at it.

"I will order a targeted screening of all green farms in the entire star region."

"strong."

"Highly obedient."

"Possesses mechanical talent."

“Those who are suitable as low-level laborers will be directly extracted by the system.”

"The total quantity is set at 20 million."

Little Wrench's eyes widened suddenly, and his breathing became rapid.

Twenty million.

For the leaders of the orcish ecosystem, this number is beyond imagination.

"Twenty million farts, all teleported into this battle moon."

"They will serve as the bio-batteries and the bottom-level laborers for this planetary engine."

"Little wrench."

"I appoint you as the chief engineer of the energy department for this battle moon."

"You'll take command of these twenty million farts."

"To maintain the moon's orbit."

"Are you confident?"

The little wrench was trembling all over.

Twenty million subordinates.

This is a status it could never have dreamed of in the orc tribes.

It suddenly raised its right fist and slammed it hard into its chest.

"Don't worry, Boss!"

The little wrench roared hoarsely.

"Little Wrench will definitely complete the mission! If any scoundrel dares to slack off, Little Wrench will twist its head off and stuff it into the reactor as fuel!"

Lawson nodded.

The instructions were sent synchronously through the swarm intelligence war zone-level sub-brains.

Sorting mechanisms have been activated in more than 90,000 green-skinned farms scattered throughout the star sector.

The system's robotic arm precisely captures individuals that meet the parameters in the culture tank.

Strong.

Quick-handed.

It can distinguish between a wrench and a hammer.

They won't bite a machine the moment they see it.

They are relatively obedient.

All of them were placed into the static force field matrix.

Several tens of minutes later, the first batch of hundreds of thousands of farts were delivered to the lower power compartment of the battle moon.

As soon as these farts landed, they immediately felt a massive, stable, and pure energy suppression.

Lawson showered them with large amounts of WAAAGH! waste.

This energy feeds the fart spirits and also suppresses their chaotic instincts.

The farts quickly get into working mode under the energy stimulation.

They picked up wrenches, hammers, welding torches, and chains from the ground, and under the guidance of the small wrench, climbed the giant gear assembly, repaired broken pipes, stepped on the human-powered generator, dragged cables, and screwed on the reactor shell.

Little Wrench stands high in his custom-designed mech, wielding a wrench larger than itself.

"Hurry up! Get all you little wrenches moving!"

"Hey! Don't bite the tube! That's for the boss!"

"You dare steal oil to drink? I'll throw it into the wheelchair!"

"Those three on the right, idiots! That's an air intake, not a nest!"

The farts screamed and ran.

The stalled thrusters were restarted.

The internal lighting systems of the battle moon were restored one by one.

The entire star emitted low-pitched physical vibrations, indicating that its core was recovering.

Planetary engines are activated.

This is just the first step.

Lawson was very dissatisfied with the current state of the battle moon.

The internal structure is loose.

The defensive layout is chaotic.

Large areas of space were occupied by meaningless orc junk.

Many passageways are of inconsistent width, making it impossible to transport Imperial standard vehicles.

The energy pipelines were not protected.

The sewage system intersects with the ammunition depot.

Some of the reactor compartments even had iron racks that the orcs used to roast Squig's meat.

This thing works because the orcs believe it can.

Lawson does not accept this lack of control.

The renovation project has been fully launched.

The three-dimensional folding logistics honeycomb system has been launched.

Millions of Foundation Sequence soldiers and 20,000 T-Series suicide soldiers were deployed into the moon.

Demolition work has begun.

The Cornerstone Death Squad used heavy-duty thermoelectric cutters to shred the haphazardly constructed scrap metal town of the orcs.

The internal settlements, built from broken ship hulls, cannon barrels, sheet metal, bones, and garbage, were dismantled piece by piece and sent to the system for recycling.

Hundreds of millions of tons of metal scrap are smelted into basic materials.

Construction projects are being carried out simultaneously.

Based on the STC data board fragments provided by Xerath, the T-series assassins redesigned the internal layout of the Battle Moon.

The Standard Empire foundry rose from the ground.

The Hongpao ammunition production line is embedded in the outer compartment.

The plasma fuel refinery is connected to the side of the main reactor.

The maintenance workshop, the maintenance cabin, the power pipeline inspection area, the basic accommodation area, the labor quarters, and the T-series main control cabin are all modularly laid out.

The once spacious and chaotic orc hall has been divided into standardized areas.

The laborers under Little Wrench's command were not allowed to approach the core fire control system, nor were they allowed to touch the Imperial-modified main reactor control console.

They only handle the dirty work at the very bottom of the energy chain.

He pedaled the wheels, carried pipes, tightened screws, scavenged scrap metal, and repaired the orcs' underlying equipment.

With the supply of WAAAGH scrap from Lawson, they became the lubricant for this war machine.

External armor modification is of paramount importance.

Lawson retrieved the massive amounts of fine gold, ceramic steel, plastic steel ore, and ship armor plating looted from the Great Maelstrom.

Cornerstone Death Squad erected tens of thousands of heavy cranes, track-laying platforms, and vacuum welding towers on the surface of the battle moon.

Composite metal armor plates, several kilometers thick, were welded piece by piece onto the outer shell of the combat moon.

The outermost layer is a composite buffer layer of ceramic steel and plastic steel.