Warhammer: Empire Reboot

But this combat moon has a completely different role.

It is a war machine.

A war machine with a diameter of 1,200 kilometers, capable of sailing, jumping, carrying artillery, deploying troops, and using itself as a strategic strike platform.

Lawson led her inside the battle moon.

The large rivets and crooked steel beams left over from the Green Age can still be seen on both sides of the gate, but they have been reinforced.

New armored linings covered the walls, wiring was neatly arranged in metal tube corridors, and wide tracks were laid on the ground, with transport vehicles and heavy machine guns traveling back and forth along the tracks.

Upon entering, Ilancia was prepared to face the chaos and noise inside the green-skinned creation.

What she saw was a giant military industrial city that was nearing completion.

The passageway was well-organized.

The cornerstone team directed the engineering team to adjust the final living area, storage area, troop transfer area, and damage control isolation gates along the passageway.

The T-series focuses on the energy well, propulsion control zone, fire control core, and navigation calculation layer.

Some areas still retain remnants of old green-style components.

Those things were large, exaggerated, and asymmetrical, with a kind of madness unique to orcs.

But now, they are suppressed by Lawson's system.

Like a savage behemoth being armored and fitted with nerve reins, it is being transformed from a green-skinned trophy into a tool of human warfare.

They crossed a main road.

A high-pitched and noisy shout came from afar.

Ilancia soon saw a group of farts.

They were moving small components, clearing debris, delivering tools, and pushing cable reels. Their movements were more orderly than those of ordinary farts, and although they were still noisy, still kicking and punching each other, and still sneaking into corners when they were lazy, they were clearly under some kind of strict management.

A small mecha stands on the construction platform.

The mech looked like a patchwork of Greenskin technology, Imperial parts, T-series modifications, and an excessive amount of personal aesthetics. Its outer shell was painted with exaggerated red stripes, and a crookedly engraved metal plaque hung on its chest.

[Small wrench]

The mech's cockpit opened, and a fart-like creature poked its head out.

It first glared at the farts working around it and screamed.

The next second, it saw Lawson.

The sound of the small wrench abruptly stopped.

It leaped off the mech with lightning speed, as if it had been launched. After landing, it trotted to Lawson, knelt down, and began to kiss Lawson's boots.

"Big Boss! Big Boss is here! Little Wrench is the most loyal! Little Wrench repaired the Big Moon so it's tough, fast, and powerful! It's a million times better than that bunch of junk from the Green Skin Boss!"

As Yilancia watched this scene, the corner of her eye twitched slightly.

What a fart-grubber.

Command other smurfs and engineering servants from inside a personal mech.

He also referred to Lawson as the Big Boss.

Even more absurdly, the surrounding foundational sequences and T sequences did not treat it as a noise source.

Lawson looked down at the small wrench.

"Progress is good."

The little wrench suddenly looked up, his eyes shining like two cheap light bulbs.

"The big boss praised me! Little Wrench is the best! Little Wrench said those tanks don't understand the true meaning of greenskins, and turrets have to look fierce so the enemy will be afraid!"

A T-sequence next to it turned its head and glanced at it.

The little wrench immediately shrank his neck and quickly added another sentence.

"Of course, T is very smart, accurate, and has a sharp mind. The little wrench just provides a little great inspiration."

"Keep working," Lawson said. "I'll upgrade your mech after we finish."

The little wrench made his whole ass feel like it had been struck by lightning.

It jumped up, its scream almost piercing the passageway.

"Did you hear that? The big boss is going to upgrade Little Wrench's mech! You bunch of idiots, get to work! Anyone who slacks off, Little Wrench will shove them into the exhaust pipe!"

It turned around and climbed back into the mech, excitedly waving its mechanical arm and directing the butt demons to speed up the construction.

Several scoundrels were scolded and ran away with their heads in their hands. One of them tried to steal a bolt in the chaos, but the small wrench armor extended its claws, grabbed his waistband, and threw him directly into the parts box.

Ilancia looked at the small wrench, her expression gradually becoming serious.

"It's not your average fart."

"It is evolving."

"That's good," said Lawson.

Ilancia frowned.

Aren't you worried?

What are you worried about?

"The green-skinned ecosystem is dangerous. The farting spirit is part of it. The smarter you make it, the more likely it is to become a new destabilizing factor."

Lawson watched the little wrench gesturing wildly inside the mecha, speaking casually.

"No matter how powerful you become, you still have to work for me."

They continued deeper into the battle moon.

Along the way, one can see giant troop compartments, armored vehicle parking areas, ammunition depots, drone maintenance stations, damage control equipment storage wells, static anchor point hubs, and main gun control rooms that are not yet fully operational.

The more Ilancia looked at it, the clearer it became of the value of this battle moon.

Once completed, Lawson can pack a large number of combat sequences, heavy equipment, cornerstone engineering teams, and T-series maintenance systems into this moon and then place it over a certain war zone.

For most enemies, this is equivalent to a fortress, a fleet, a military factory, and an entire amphibious assault system all crashing into their faces at once.

Lawson stood on a viewing platform.

Beyond the enormous transparent armored window in front of them lay the outer shell of the battle moon and the distant starry sky.

A set of structural projections unfolded in front of him.

[Battle Moon Modification Project: Nearing Completion.]

[Diameter: 1200 kilometers.]

[Main propulsion array: In final inspection.]

[Subspace navigation auxiliary structure: Stability testing underway.]

Main gun crew: 87% complete.

[Combat Sequence Drop Zone: Available.]

[Bear Guard Heavy Vehicle Zone: Available.]

[The "Farting Engineer" support group: Under control.]

[Xiao Ban's mobile app permissions: Restricted.]

Ilancia glanced at the line "Subspace navigation aid structure" and her brow twitched.

"Can it perform subspace travel?"

"can."

"Such a large structure?"

"The Greenskins' Fighting Moon can move in a very unreasonable way. What the T Sequence does is make that unreasonableness more reliable."

Looking at the projection, Lawson finally sounded somewhat satisfied.

"Once completed, it will be able to travel in reality at sublight speed and also to transfer between stars via subspace jumps."

Ilancia subconsciously showed off.

“Saim-Han’s Ark is far larger. Our Ark is 3,600 kilometers long and carries billions of people, fleets, bone workshops, endless circuits and ancient temples. It has been gliding at sub-light speed at the edge of the galaxy, avoiding most calamities.”

Lawson looked at her.

"But would your Ark dare to jump into warp space?"

Ilancia language is blocked.

The Ark world typically does not enter the warp.

They also cannot rely on subspace travel to make conventional long-distance jumps like Imperial warships.

the reason is simple.

For the Eldar, the Warp is not a sea they can traverse at will, but a hungry graveyard.

Slaanesh is there.

Chaos is there.

The fate that all Eldar souls fear most lies there.

Even with its spirit bone structure, psionic protection, and ancient technology, the risks of approaching the warp are still unacceptable.

Ilancia said coldly, "The Ark is not a warship."

Lawson suddenly laughed.

"I have a question for you."

"What would happen if this battle moon collided with your ark at sub-light speed?"

Ilancia's expression changed instantly.

She was calculating in her mind almost instinctively.

It has a diameter of 1,200 kilometers.