Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Where's the welding torch?

"We're out of fuel!"

"Then hold them down with your hands! Damn it, whoever dares to run, I'll smash them to death first!"

The speaker was a repairman, his beard stained with blood. He held a wrench in one hand and pressed the door latch with the other; his shoulder was chafed raw.

A few rotten fingers reached in through the crack in the door.

He swung the wrench and smashed it.

Pus and blood splattered on his face, and he groaned in pain. Immediately, someone next to him used alcohol and fire to cauterize his skin.

The child cried out, and the mother tightly covered the child's mouth.

The next second, there was silence outside the door.

This silence is more frightening than banging on the door.

The repairman was panting heavily, his eyes pressed close to the observation seam.

The infected person outside was still standing there, motionless.

Densely packed.

Suddenly, the head of the infected person in the first row slid down.

The heads of all the infected people on the street were ripped off, as if harvested by an invisible hand, and they collapsed in droves.

A dark shadow blade swept over the pile of corpses and disappeared into a distant alley.

Everyone inside the door froze.

Someone asked in a trembling voice, "What is that?"

"Knife."

Whose knife?

……

Lawson's consciousness pressed down from the sky.

Swarm intelligence calculates path, angle, speed, probability of accidental injury, and risk of pollution spread.

In the neighborhood, infected people were seen pasting the doors of civilian shelters, their necks being cut open.

In the sewers, the infected huddled together, their knees and brainstems cut to prevent the horde of corpses from moving further.

The Death Guardian hides in the ruins, first cutting off communications, then severing the soul umbilical cord.

Commoner-prince hybrids approach survivors and prioritize decapitation.

If low-risk infected individuals can still be saved, mark them, bypass them, and wait for the medical team.

Avoid air filtration stations, water pumps, load-bearing walls of the shelter, and dilapidated beams above the survivors' heads.

This is the kind of delicate work that Space Marines cannot do.

Lawson is okay.

Deep within Eastern Tolia, a sanctuary of battle nuns still stands firm.

Outside the gate, there were infected people everywhere.

Sister Matilda's left shoulder armor was cracked, and the wound was blackened.

She held the grenades pistol, with only three rounds left in the chamber.

Behind them, tens of thousands of refugees were crammed into the chapel and underground storage floors.

The candles in front of the icon burned down to their last bit.

A little boy was clutching the hem of her tattered robe.

"Sister, will we die?"

Matilda did not turn around.

She pressed the explosive pistol against the crack in the door. "The Emperor is watching us."

The boy cried and asked, "Will he save us?"

The banging outside the door grew louder and louder.

Matilda didn't know how to start the conversation.

The emperor looked at them.

The emperor watched them die.

Just then, a series of sharp cutting sounds suddenly came from outside the door.

Like countless thin blades piercing through wet flesh.

The banging on the door stopped.

The crowd in the chapel slowly raised their heads.

Matilda turned to the side and looked out through the observation hole.

On the steps of the sanctuary, infected people lay scattered on the ground.

…………

Three hours later, the roars from East Tolia subsided.

The work is done!

Three thousand shadow blades returned to Lawson from various parts of the hive.

The blade was covered in pus, blood, putrid fluid, grotesque blood plasma, and bits of flesh.

Imperial golden flames flashed along the blade.

All pollutants instantly carbonized into ash.

The swarm mentality yielded results, and the energy in the subspace surged.

Lawson glanced at it.

It's lucrative, but it's still far from reaching 100 million.

He ordered: "Clear the area."

On the outer edge of Eastern Tolia, the foundation sequence enters in formation.

They wore sealed chemical protective armor, gas masks, and carried detection equipment, purification spray guns, identity verification devices, folding stretchers, medical kits, and portable communication terminals.

The knocking began.

"The Lord of the Seal has cleared out the external infected."

"All survivors lined up by family unit to undergo contamination testing and identity verification."

Immediately afterwards, the wartime command's relocation order appeared.

[Order to relocate surviving civilians in Eastern Tolia.]

[Posted by: Lawson, the Dark Side Master.]

Uninfected civilians were transferred in units of families, work groups, technical teams, medical squads, and artisan groups.

The foundation sequence has already lifted the detector.

"Priority should be given to the elderly, children, and the injured."

Each person may carry 20 kilograms of personal belongings.

"It is prohibited to bring untested food, water, corpses, religiously unusual items, or live alien tissues."

The repairman grinned.

"Who the hell would carry living alien tissue?"

The cornerstone sequence looked at a man carrying a cloth bag not far away.

The man's face turned pale, and he turned and ran.

Gunshots rang out.

The man fell down, and a still twitching purple claw rolled out of the sack.

Those who have completed the test are taken to the static force field.

They lined up as family units.

Some people only took away a photo, a gear amulet, and an old water cup.

The next moment, they will appear at different receiving points in the Agrippina sector.

Heros-Nine.

Obolos III.

Albitel-3.

Castis-VI.

Visalia, the nest city.

And there are many more around the world that are resuming production.

There are foundational sequences waiting there.

Registration, disinfection, triage, distribution of water and food rations, arrangement of temporary dormitories, skills review, and integration into work groups.

Lawson hung atop the tower, watching as groups of people left East Tolia.

He knew that these people were mostly afraid at that moment.

They had just survived the plague-stricken neighborhood when they were tested, numbered, and sent to an alien planet by gray-armored soldiers.

The experience left to them by the old empire would make them doubt that the so-called transfer was just another form of enslavement.

Lawson didn't care that they understood immediately.

When they have access to clean water, sufficient nutritional supplements, and draft-free dormitories, when they see children entering basic literacy classes, when workplace injuries are addressed, and when they see gangs being hanged on the street by the Cornerstone Sequence, their fear will naturally be transformed.