Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The middle layer incorporates hull armor plates and large gun protection structures seized from the whirlpool.

Reinforcing ribs are laid at key nodes.

The main gun area, above the reactor, the command center, the propulsion base, and the outside of the gravity whip generator are equipped with the highest grade of refined gold ceramic steel composite armor.

The gaps were filled with ultra-high temperature liquid metal.

The originally uneven surface, covered with shipwrecks and orc trash, was gradually smoothed out into a dark gray metal dome.

The air defense array was rearranged.

Tens of thousands of heavy light spear turrets, Hydra anti-aircraft fire nets, close-in weapon systems, and missile pods densely cover the armored surface.

Not all of the old orc turrets were dismantled.

Some of the sturdy, large-caliber, and appropriately fired scrap metal cannons were integrated into the Imperial fire control system by T-series suicide soldiers and transformed into low-precision, large-area suppression weapons.

Lawson didn't mind that the weapon was ugly.

As long as we can fight.

Thruster modification has also entered the main sequence.

The T-series assassins upgraded the original propulsion system of the Battle Moon to Imperial standards.

Increase the diameter of the plasma jet nozzle.

Composite cooling pipes are installed.

Add a multi-stage pressure valve.

Install automatic flameout gates on all main nozzles.

A ceramic steel explosion-proof shell is installed around the thruster.

The efficiency of the project has been improved by several orders of magnitude.

More importantly, controllability is improved.

During the Orc era, the Battle Moon solved most of its navigation problems by "charging through".

What Lawson wants is a planetary weapon that can stop, change direction, evade, and enter tactical orbits.

During the modification process, the T-series assassins discovered a well-preserved orc high-tech device in the core area of ​​the moon.

Gravity whip.

This is a technique that uses extreme gravitational field distortion to create an invisible gravitational lasso.

Orcs typically use it to capture unfortunate passing warships or to tear apart the crust of the planet below in orbit.

T-001 conducted seven rounds of testing on the device and finally gave its conclusion.

"The structure is rough."

"The logic is absurd."

"The physical effects are realistic."

Lawson ordered it to be retained.

The T-series assassins not only retained the Gravity Whip Generator, but also reinforced and enhanced it using Imperial technology.

The gravity generator power supply line is directly connected to the main reactor.

The stability of the gravitational field is improved.

The coverage area has been expanded.

The control interface has been transformed from an orc-style lever switch to a multi-level output system with remote adjustment based on swarm intelligence.

Little Wrench was very excited about the modification.

It once tried to add a red lever next to the generator that read "Pull it and feel good," but the T-series assassins removed it on the spot.

Little Wrench cursed for half an hour on the communication channel.

He was then silenced by Lawson's words, "Shut up and get to work."

The renovation is ongoing.

Little Wrench pilots his mech and, from the lobby below, uses a communication terminal to hurl insults at the slow-working bastard.

"Power compartment number two! Who gave you permission to connect the pipes to the latrine!"

"Don't stop the left gear! Stop it and use the wrench to shove you all in!"

"You idiot who smashed his head with a wrench, get out here and move some scrap metal!"

Under its high-pressure management and Lawson's energy supply, the twenty million farts maintained the operation of the lower levels.

They are disloyal.

There was no discipline involved.

But they are afraid of small wrenches, and even more afraid of Lawson.

Meanwhile, they were fed with WAAAGH waste, making them far more efficient than ordinary slaves.

Lawson looked at the celestial data on the tactics board.

It has a diameter of 1,200 kilometers.

The outer layer is covered with a high-strength ceramic steel composite armor several kilometers thick.

Equipped with an omnidirectional light spear array, a Hydra anti-aircraft fire network, a macro gun position, and a close-in weapon system.

The interior is garrisoned with 20 million laborers, 1 million core units, 20,000 T-series suicide soldiers, and rotating combat units.

Equipped with an improved version of the gravity whip.

The main propulsion system has completed the Imperial Standard upgrade.

Static anchor points, fire control networks, psionic shielding nodes, and antispore purification systems are all integrated into swarm intelligence.

This is no longer the orcs' battle moon.

It is Lawson's planetary engine.

Lawson smiled.

The strategic value of this weapon even exceeds that of a full-strength sector fleet.

The fleet can be surrounded.

It can be switched sides.

It can be consumed.

A planetary engine with a diameter of 1,200 kilometers, covered in composite armor, equipped with a gravitational whip, and capable of orbital suppression and mass impact, is itself a strategic deterrent.

Lawson's tactical ideas became extremely simple and brutal.

Activate the thrusters. Mass acceleration.

Once this thing is fully modified, driving it out to ram into enemy targets would be an extremely efficient method.

This celestial body, with a diameter of 1,200 kilometers, hurtled towards the enemy lines at sub-light speed; no warship could withstand it.

The surface battle of Castis-VI has entered its bloodiest cleanup phase.

The death of the orc warlord Grazag Starclaw triggered a chain reaction.

The massive WAAAGH! energy field has lost its anchor point.

The green psionic mist, like a drained poison cloud, gradually dissipated from above the battlefield.

The orcs, who had been charging forward in a frenzy, suddenly seemed to have their drumbeats smashed in their heads, and their steps became chaotic.

The collective brain death of the Monster Boys network further severed the subconscious connections between the various orc tribes.

The army remains large.

Even after enduring orbital bombardment, defensive line strangulation, Flying Bear bombardment, and warlord decapitation, more than 50 million orcs still remain on the surface of Castis-VI.

In the history of imperial wars, fifty million orc soldiers who lost their commander were still enough to destroy an ordinary hive world.

They break into smaller groups and burrow into sewers, abandoned mines, industrial ruins, corpse disposal plants, and the bottom of the city.

They would establish small green hideouts, reproduce by spores, and wage counterinsurgency wars against the empire for ten, twenty, or fifty years.

Many hive worlds were brought down in this way.

At first, only a few hundred green-skinned animals escaped into the lower nest.

The Governor's Office believed that the matter could be handled by the local security forces.

Years later, news came from Lower Nest that the Greenskin gang had gathered.

More than a decade later, the entire lower nest began to emit roars of "WAAAGH".

Orcs' fighting strength depends on their leaders.

The eldest brother used his size and violence to suppress the younger brother.

Warlords relied on their larger size and greater violence to suppress their superiors.

This biological hierarchy becomes a fatal weakness in the face of organized tactical decapitation strikes.

One hundred thousand combat soldiers, clad in Centurion heavy weapon modules, began to break up into smaller units.

They left their fixed positions and cut into the edge of the chaotic orc formation.

The microsecond-level computing power of swarm intelligence marks one target after another on their retinas.

Its height exceeds three meters.

Orc boys gathered around.

It emits a continuous battle cry.

Possessing a flagpole, trophies, heavy weapons, or guard insignia.

They are striking their own kind to restore order.

Such green-skinned individuals would immediately be identified as priority targets for decapitation.

Just as an orc leader stepped onto a wrecked killing jar, raised his chainsaw axe to roar, a beam of high-temperature plasma pierced his forehead.