Warhammer: Empire Reboot

[Life Points +7]

With his Fang of Katachan held horizontally, he took down three more farts.

Before his time travel, Lawson ruled the Earth for hundreds of years. Even after unification, when there were no major wars, the swarm mentality never stopped honing the combat skills of his assassins, from drug lords in the South American jungle to the cesspools of the Indian subcontinent.

The assassins are tempered in endless killing. Every muscle memory, neural reaction, and tactical deception in a desperate counterattack is constantly gathered, calculated, and refined through swarm intelligence.

As the highest authority holder, Lawson incorporated all the combat experience accumulated by the assassins in the most extreme environments.

His fighting skills and tactical intuition are absolutely undisputed at the pinnacle on Earth.

At this moment, he skillfully weaved through the orcs, killing them with ferocity, while Number 1 assisted him from the side.

When Lawson kicked away the last half-orc corpse that tried to grab his leg, there were no more greenskins standing in front of them.

They slaughtered the group of green-skinned men.

The system's notification sounds were as frequent as a string of firecrackers, and the life points were rapidly increasing.

Meanwhile, the horde of green-skinned swarms that had been chasing them had just rounded the corner and spotted the two of them.

"Waaaaagh!!!"

"run!"

Lawson, dragging Number 1 who was covered in bruises, ran wildly toward the end of the passage.

At the end of the passage was a heavy isolation gate.

These gates, typically used for physical isolation in the event of a compartment breach in a warship, are one meter thick and made of solid alloy.

Lawson rushed to the control panel, smashed the corroded glass cover with his fist, and pressed the red emergency lock button hard.

"Click-click-click..."

The passage of time and lack of maintenance have made the hydraulic system of this gate extremely sluggish. The huge metal gate panel above had only descended less than a third of the way before it made a piercing metallic scraping sound and got stuck in mid-air.

"Hold!"

Seeing that the green tide behind them had reached less than twenty meters away, the leading orcs even raised their Death Guns.

Lawson and Number 1 jumped up at the same time.

The two men clung tightly to the bottom of the gate, which was suspended in mid-air, like two giant geckos, their muscles bulging in an instant.

"Get down here, you son of a bitch!"

"Boom!"

With the combined frantic pulling of the two, the stuck hydraulic rod finally broke.

The alloy gate, weighing tens of tons, crashed down with tremendous force, like a guillotine!

"boom!"

The unlucky little devil who rushed the fastest and tried to squeeze through the crack in the door didn't even have time to scream before he was slapped into a two-dimensional green paint plane by the door.

The heavy gate was firmly locked in the bottom groove, blocking the green tide at the other end.

"Bang! Bang bang bang!"

"Boom!"

Having lost their target, the orcs frantically bombarded the heavy alloy gate with various large-caliber weapons.

But such defensive fortifications are clearly not something that can be breached by a few pieces of scrap metal.

Immediately afterwards, an exceptionally loud explosion came from the other side of the door.

The system displayed several notifications indicating that life points had been credited to the account.

"what."

Lawson let out a short laugh.

The orcs, in their wild shooting, accidentally destroyed an abandoned pipe. The pipe fell and crushed several ghouls.

The system even awarded him life points.

Lawson did not question the system's decision-making logic.

Once someone is dead, they are dead.

They need a temporary resting place.

About forty meters ahead, there is a small warehouse with a relatively independent interior space and only one entrance.

"Give up. If we get blocked at the door, we won't even have a chance to run away."

He continued forward and found a suspended platform folded inside an abandoned passage, which was actually completely disconnected from the upper and lower levels.

The two climbed inside.

Number 1 leaned against the opposite side, his left arm had become a rather unsightly shape.

He had a cut about four centimeters long on his right knee, deep enough to expose the bone.

Number 1's expression remained unchanged.

Lawson opened the assassin interface.

Next to the information bar number 1, there is a note:

[Consuming 10 health points will restore the designated assassin to full health.]

Lawson did not hesitate.

[Consumes 10 Health Points: Character #1 is fully restored.]

The wounds on the left arm and right leg that were fractured No. 1 were reconnected and healed under the action of some microscopic force.

Number 1 moved his left arm to confirm that he could move it freely, and then raised his hand to give a military salute.

Lawson accepted the thanks and then looked at the assassin interface.

We currently have a little over 400 life points and just over two cubic meters of refined steel. That's enough to create two more suicide soldiers, but we're still short on refined steel.

[Consume 200 Life Points and 2 Cubic Meters of Steel: Exchange for 2 Katachon Jungle Warriors.]

Two burly men from Katachan, identical in build to Number 1, appeared out of thin air on the platform. They turned and looked around, then simultaneously placed their right hands on their chests.

"loyalty!"

Lawson looked at them and gave the order.

"Your name is number 2, your name is number 3."

"Number 1, stay here and keep watch. Number 2 and Number 3, go out and continue collecting scrap metal, and fill up the steel reserves."

Number 2 and Number 3 accepted the order and left.

Lawson leaned back against the mechanical base, rested the bomb gun on his lap, and began to mentally process the current situation.

They had only explored a small corner of this 120-kilometer-diameter derelict spaceship.

Who knows how many green-skinned men are still inside the entire wrecked ship.

I wonder if there are any other survivors from the 88th Assault Unit.

They had no idea whether the Emperor's Unyielding Will had stayed behind to wait for them in the void outside.

Lawson let out a soft breath.

"Take it slow, we can't get out anyway."

Chapter 8 Gathering Supplies

Through the God's-eye view of [Consciousness Communication], Lawson observed Number 2 and Number 3 located in another abandoned cargo hold.

Before them lay a solid steel armor plate torn from the chassis of some kind of heavy armored vehicle.

This dark gray lump of iron weighs nearly 600 pounds.

Number 2 and number 3 found their center of gravity and exerted force simultaneously.

"rise!"

The system activated the decision the moment the armor plate was half a meter off the ground.

[The subordinate assassins have triggered a joint resource recovery order.]

[Steel reserves: +0.45 cubic meters.]

The discovery that the assassins could work together to lift large pieces of metal that a single person could not move doubled Lawson's efficiency in obtaining fine steel.

Without much thought, he immediately arranged for No. 2 and No. 3 to continue sweeping the surrounding cabins.

Before long, the steel reserves were sufficient.

[Consumes: 200 Health Points, 2 Cubic Meters of Refined Steel.]

[Exchange Sequence: Katachon Jungle Warrior x2.]

Two more burly men from Qatar appeared.

"loyalty!"

"Your name is number 4, your name is number 5."

Lawson issued new orders: "Meet with Number 2 and Number 3, and infiltrate the outer decks in a fan formation. Collect all usable metal materials and search for any remaining weapons and ammunition left by the Imperial forces."

"Yes, sir!"

Lawson looked down and checked the current armament configuration.

The energy reserve indicator light for the MG short-barreled laser gun number 1 has been turned off.

Without a spare battery, this thing is now less than a sturdy crowbar.

Lawson himself only had two bullets left in his Locke-style bomb gun.

They need firepower.

Six men, armed with six Katachon's Fangs, were going to fight the green-skinned men wielding chainsaw axes head-on, but they would be wiped out before they could even get out of three compartments.