Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Abaddon would even burn his own men for firewood in order to find this kind of thing."

Er Gou shook the bits of meat off the hammer.

"Should we smash it?"

"Do not."

Lawson looked at the ancient casting hammer in the storage room.

"Take what the enemy is desperately searching for first."

"As for how to use it, ask me slowly."

The casting hammer, covered in oil stains and old inscriptions, lay there quietly, like a tool that Agrippina had forgotten for countless years.

Lawson reached out and grasped the hammer handle.

"Clean it up," he said to Er Gou and San Gou.

"Don't waste those worthless people outside who were tricked by Alpha into going to their deaths."

San Gou glanced down at the pile of minced meat and chuckled, "What kind of recycling is this?"

Lawson picked up the casting hammer, feeling the ancient, dormant vibrations within it.

"alpha?"

He turned and walked out.

"Count as kitchen waste."

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Chapter 218 The Scapegoat, the War Profiteering Lord.

Agrippina, the main star.

After the armory space swallowed the two items, it immediately formed independent honeycomb cells inside.

Isolate, seal, mark.

Lawson glanced at the feedback data but did not immediately begin a series of analyses.

Agrippina was his arsenal, not Vashtor's testing ground.

He walked out of the underground storage room.

The Xuanwu Battle Group Terminator Squad outside the door has completed its shift change.

"Where is Guzog?" Rosen asked.

"The target has been decapitated by the Xuanwu Battle Group at the front of the second defensive line. The body was smashed by the giant hammer, and the core of the skull was confirmed to have been incinerated. The soul has been intercepted by the system and purified."

A battlefield scene is projected onto the edge of Rosen's retina.

Guzogg's deformed, bloated Terminator armor was slammed into the slag pit in front of the defensive line; the chest plate was dented, and the spinal connector and both mechanical arms were completely severed. Xuanwu Battle Group Commander Armor Twenty-Two, Zhenyuan, stood beside the corpse, his power hammer still smoking.

"The ground forces of the Ogre Catastrophe Fleet, having lost command and communication, have scattered into small groups of bandits fighting independently."

T-001 continued its report: "The combat sequence is currently conducting mopping-up operations. The Bi'an combat group has begun screening surrendered rebels and coerced enslaved laborers."

Lawson nodded: "What about the Dark Mechanicus's teleportation array?"

"As per your instructions, we did not destroy it. The T-series assassins have taken over the physical power supply around the array. Three Dark Sages who were originally responsible for maintaining the array were captured, and eleven were executed. The remaining cyborg slaves have had their neural interfaces severed and are awaiting reorganization of the Foundation Sequence."

"Teleportation stability?"

"Sustaining from the enemy's subspace end. We only retain external power supply and real-world anchoring, without injecting any authentication commands into the array core."

"very good."

Lawson nodded in satisfaction.

The ground battles have devolved into a one-sided mopping-up operation.

The false orders left by Alpha Agents led the Chaos Space Marines and Rebel Mortals in the Ogre Cataclysm to launch a suicidal charge against the strongest defenses at the worst possible time.

After Guzog's death, these warbands, slave armies, Dark Mechanicus guards, and mercenary madmen, who already disliked each other, immediately lost their last layer of restraint.

The foundation sequence did not give them time to reorganize.

The 327 fire zones were re-divided.

The area in front of the Dark Mechanicus teleportation array looked more like a meticulously planned experiment.

The purple crack is still flickering.

Vashtor's demonic war engines and support forces are still attempting to cross over from the other side of the warp.

They should have seen the Dark Sage in charge of receiving them, the laid-out power supply rails, the landing site prepared for them, and the supply slaves.

Now, outside the teleportation array is a dense ring of artillery positions.

The Crimson Dragons' Melt Squad was positioned on the high platform to the east.

Two Warhound-class Titans were parked on a disassembled giant assembly platform outside the hall. One was equipped with a twin-barreled high-temperature molten cannon, and the other was equipped with a plasma destruction cannon and a rotating cannon.

There were also 27 Leman Russ modified tanks, 300 automatic cannons, 60,000 Cornerstone Death Squad members, and a White Tiger Heavy Armor Squad on standby.

"Roar……"

A flesh-slaughtering machine had just poked half its body out of the portal.

Its lower body was still stuck in the purple light curtain, its shoulder armor was burning with hellish brass flames, and its back was covered with heat dissipation fins riveted together from mechanical spine and demonic skeleton.

It seemed to sense that something was wrong at the rendezvous point, and its roar was filled with furious noise.

Jia Jiu·Fenjiang did not allow it to take a step out.

"Fire."

The barrage of bullets shattered the outer armor of the Flesh Slayer in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a plasma beam pierced through his chest cavity, and the thermal cannon burned his left arm and half of his shoulder into a fluid mass.

The demonic engine attempted to regenerate by force using the demonic will within it, but the outer edge of the array had already been covered with golden fire purification marks.

It didn't even have time to exit the portal.

The fragments landed at the edge of the teleportation array and were dragged away by the Taotie Warband's recycling team.

The next batch to emerge will be the Iron Skeleton Apostles under Vashtor's command.

They are clad in the shell of mechanical priests, with spider-like brass limbs extending from their abdomens and tool arms wrapped in runes dragging behind them.

They were clearly more cautious than the previous flesh-and-blood slaughterers, and as soon as they appeared, they tried to release disruptive electromagnetic pulses to regain control of the power supply outside the array.

The T-series assassins disconnected the lines that could be remotely contaminated in advance.

The pulses they emitted only caused the three fluorescent lights to flicker once.

Subsequently, the Crimson Dragon Hot Melt Team provided an answer.

Six beams of molten metal intersected at a predetermined angle, burning through the upper body of the leading Iron Skeleton Apostle. The remaining few had barely retreated half a step before being blasted into fragments by the cannon fire.

One comes out, one is killed.

A group came out, and a group was smashed.

Vashtor, on the other end of the teleportation array, quickly realized something was wrong.

This mechanical demon demigod has enough patience, but it will not send precious war resources into a slaughterhouse where the enemy has set up their cannons.

After the seventh round of teleportation ended, the purple light curtain contracted violently.

The mechanical skull at the center of the array emitted a metallic, tearing scream.

Those magical steel tentacles that had been extending toward reality quickly retracted into the depths of the crack, as if they had been severed from the other end.

The rift was forcibly closed by the subspace side.

After watching the scene through the bee swarm's feed, Lawson felt a slight pang of regret.

"Washtorbi terrorism will settle accounts."

T-001 replied: "Based on the current battle results, a total of seventeen Demon Engines, fifty-four Iron Skeleton Apostles, and approximately two thousand seven hundred attached mechanical slave soldiers were destroyed in front of the teleportation array. The subspace energy gains were lower than expected, but the amount of retrievable Demon Steel, Hellbrass, and Demon Engine cores is considerable."

The cleanup work on the ground battlefield continues.

Agrippina, the world-casting entity, dislikes waste.

The wrecked rebel vehicles were towed to the furnace.

The Chaos Space Marine's tattered power armor is stripped of its contamination layer.

The cyborg slaves of the Dark Mechanicus were screened in batches. Those who could be saved were converted into low-risk industrial laborers, while those with too much brain pollution were handed over to the Bi'an Warband for disposal.

The mortal rebels brought by Guzog came from diverse backgrounds.

Some were war slaves who had long since surrendered to Chaos, while others were laborers forcibly conscripted from the surrounding lost worlds.

Lawson did not allow the frontline combat units time to differentiate themselves; instead, they were all sent to the servant modification assembly line.

The empire has no shortage of ways to die, and Lawson has no shortage of ways to live.

The key question is whether these people are still worth the investment.

The battle in space enters the settlement phase much earlier.

Once the Ominous Ark lost its cover, the cannibalistic calamity fleet immediately revealed its inherent vulnerability.

The Plague Crows and the Calamity Guardian warships, though nominally numerous, lack unified fire control, suffer from severe hull corrosion, and their crews mostly rely on fear and cult rituals to maintain order.

Once Agrippina's railguns and the low-orbit fleet's long-range firepower completed their cross-locking, they were like sick beasts being pushed onto an autopsy table.

Thirteen minutes later, the bridge changed hands.

Twenty-seven minutes later, the reactor was shut down.

Forty minutes later, the Taotie Battle Group began dismantling its macro cannon barrels.

In the fleet channel, T-001 continuously updated the battle results.

"Enemy ship number thirty-two disintegrates."

"The main engine of the seventeenth enemy ship has stopped. The boarding squad has taken control of the bridge."