Warhammer: Empire Reboot

But this isn't a steel cable; it's living metal.

Upon sensing the struggling torque of the Valentine servo muscle bundles, the living metal rope automatically increases the density of its nano-self-repair units at the point of force application.

The more you struggle, the tighter the ropes become. The more you exert force, the harder the restraints become.

Valentine struggled for five seconds with the full power of his Astartes power armor.

The rope remained completely still.

His servo muscle bundles began to heat up under continuous overload output, and a wisp of white smoke emerged from the heat dissipation vents of his power armor.

The overload alarm on the power armor changed from intermittent to continuous.

Then Valentine stopped struggling.

He couldn't break free.

Valentine was tied to a steel beam and unable to move.

The master-level power sword landed on the ground three meters away.

Lawson bent down and picked it up.

I weighed it in my hand.

The weight on the hilt was just right in his hands.

He turned and walked toward Valentine.

Valentine looked up, his ashen face alternating between anger and confusion.

He stared at Lawson: "Who exactly are you?"

Lawson raised his power sword, the tip aimed at the gap in Valentine's neck armor.

"A mortal."

Valentine stared into Lawson's eyes for two seconds.

Then he laughed: "I've roamed the world for twelve thousand years, but I never thought I'd die at the hands of a mortal. Oh well."

Lawson swung his sword.

A clean, sharp horizontal slash severed Valentine's head from the gap in his neck armor.

The gray head rolled twice on the ground.

Even after a Chaos Space Marine's head is severed, he can retain consciousness for several seconds.

Valentine's lips moved one last time.

"Such a fast sword."

The moment Valentine's gaze went out.

The system has completed the interception.

[Subspace Energy +687]

The soul content of a ten-thousand-year-old Chaos Space Marine is several times that of an ordinary Chaos Marine.

But that's not what Lawson is focusing on.

At the same instant that the swarm intelligence intercepted the soul, it conducted a high-speed scan of Valentine's nervous system.

The soul being intercepted and purified by the system is a matter of energy level.

But the 12,000 years of memories, experiences, and muscle reflex patterns stored in the cerebral cortex are data at the physical level.

These data degrade rapidly after an organism dies, within a window of approximately four to six minutes, from the cessation of heartbeat to the complete inactivation of the brain's neural networks.

However, Swarm Intelligence only took 3 milliseconds to complete a full scan and data extraction of Valentine's cerebral cortex.

The amount of raw data extracted is staggering.

Twelve thousand years.

Of course, the brain doesn't actually remember every second of twelve thousand years.

It remembers the condensed, core patterns that have been repeatedly reinforced.

What moves to use in what situations, how to dodge attacks from what angles, and what weaknesses each enemy has.

These core models are the real treasure!

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Chapter 74 A Huge Harvest

The raw data contained a large amount of chaotic contamination. Warp erosion filled Valentine's memories with distorted illusions, whispers of the Chaos God, and various mental toxins that could cause the recipient's mental breakdown.

The swarm intelligence algorithm completed the filtering process in about fifteen seconds.

Only pure physical data is retained, including muscle memory, reflex arc patterns, spatial judgment experience, weapon usage skills, and analysis of melee characteristics of enemies of different races.

After filtering, the amount of original data was reduced to less than five percent of the original amount.

But this five percent is the essence of twelve thousand years of combat experience.

Lawson reviewed the filtered data summary within the bee swarm network.

[Combat Skills Database - Valentine]

[Melee Combat Mode: 12847 types. Covers countermeasures for Imperial, Chaos, Greenskin, and Alien factions.]

[Weapon compatibility experience: A complete usage system for 17 types of melee weapons, including power swords, chain axes, power hammers, lightning claws, and power gauntlets.]

[Enemy Weakness Map: Imperial Standard Astartes, including combat style characteristics of 7 different chapters, Greenskin Orcs, Tyrannosaurus Purebloods, Vampires, Khorne Heralds, and melee weakness markers for a total of 23 enemy species.]

[Power Armor Melee System: Over 3400 specific experience points covering center of gravity control in armor-piercing mode, servo muscle bundle torque distribution, and maximum utilization of joint mobility.]

Wearing power armor only gives you 3400 melee experience points?

These experiences are invaluable to the assassins who have just donned power armor.

"The filtered combat skills data will be pushed to all assassins via skill sharing, with priority ranking: White Tiger Team first, Platoon Leaders second, and Ordinary Assassins lowest."

[Execution in progress, push complete.]

Forty-five White Tiger Squad members simultaneously experienced a brief flash of consciousness at their respective locations.

The swarm intelligence buffer mechanism ensures that this data is not injected all at once, but is written into the motor cortex and deep cerebellum of each suicide soldier in a hierarchical index.

Lawson noticed an interesting change.

After receiving the data, Jia San unconsciously adjusted his sword-holding posture, moving his index finger slightly upwards from the lower third of the hilt to the middle.

That was a very subtle change.

But Lawson recognized the grip.

Thirty seconds ago, Valentine held his sword in this same way.

The optimal sword-holding posture, honed over twelve thousand years by a master of close combat, has now been replicated by the swarm intelligence and given to forty-five White Tiger warriors.

Lawson's lips twitched slightly.

From this day forward, every one of his loyal followers stands on the shoulders of a veteran of ten thousand years.

"Clean up the battlefield."

Lawson swung the Master-class Power Sword in the air.

The silver, living metal ropes loosened from Valentine's corpse, liquefied, and flowed back to Lawson's feet, returning to the armory space.

The fallen soldiers were used to fill the vacancies.

The assassins began the efficient dismantling of the armor, carefully removing and retrieving the power armor of the nineteen Chaos Space Marines one by one.

These Chaos Space Marines have quite a few good items.

Various weapons, ammunition, and powered weapons.

At this point, Jia Liu reported that he had discovered something good.

Lawson saw the footage transmitted back by Jia Liu.

On a shelf in a warehouse, there is a batch of well-preserved Astartes power armor.

Judging from the paint and battle damage, these are clearly spoils of war that this Chaos Chapter looted from fallen Imperial Space Marines or traitorous brethren over the long years.

After inventory, Jia Liu reported that eleven skeletons were complete and usable, while five others were missing key components but had intact skeletons.

"Eleven intact bodies, plus the nineteen that were just taken off outside..."

Lawson was making plans in his mind.

Including the original sixteen at the Forge outpost, he now has a total of forty-six Space Marine power armors under his control.

In many regular Space Marine chapters that are in decline, this is close to half a company's heavy armor force.

"Move everything away. Don't leave a single screw behind."

After looting all the spoils, they returned to their base.

The technical team received their assignments immediately upon Lawson's return.

Valentine's Commander-class Master Power Armor was placed on a specially designed heavy-duty maintenance rack.

The cleaned shell revealed its original ceramic steel color.

MK IV Conqueror-type Commander Custom Edition.

A composite shell made of precision-forged ceramic steel and refined gold.

Large expeditionary servo muscle bundles with 1.5 times the density.

The lost art of sliding rail composite hinge joint, and an eight-point high-bandwidth backpack interface.

This armor was worn by company commanders during the Great Expedition.

Given the Empire's current technological level, its manufacturing process is completely impossible to replicate.

Valentine was right; there was no other like it in the entire dark side of the empire.

It now belongs to Lawson.