Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Boom!"

Dozens of tons of steel collapsed from the ceiling.

A dozen or so vampires were buried in the ruins. Their dark red carapaces might be able to withstand a few tons of weight, but tens of tons was another matter entirely.

The seven of them did not receive any notification of subspace energy input; they were not dead.

The demons buried alive do not die; they will only struggle and howl in the ruins, slowly being recalled by the power of the warp.

But that was several hours later.

A few hours later, Lawson was no longer on the wrecked ship.

Jiaqi continued to retreat at full speed towards the camp.

Beside the frigate.

Lawson, wearing the Tiger King Armor, stood beside the gangplank.

Eight thousand six hundred suicide soldiers have boarded the ship.

Sixteen assault teams, armed and guarding him, stood by his side, while the scoundrel went berserk inside the ship.

The swarm intelligence pattern is updated in real time in the mind.

Twelve blue light bands converged on the camp from six directions on the deep deck.

The outer perimeter early warning team reports: There is no large-scale abnormal movement within 10 kilometers in four directions. There are scattered groups of orcs wandering around 12 kilometers away, but they are not moving towards the camp.

Everything is under control.

The first echelon arrived approximately 45 minutes after the evacuation order was given.

Four hundred suicide soldiers poured out from the two passageways, ran at full speed onto the boarding ramps, and disappeared into the hull of the frigate.

Twenty minutes later, the second group arrived. Four hundred people plus one hundred and twenty platoon leaders boarded the ship in an orderly manner.

The third echelon, with the platoon leader and White Tiger Armor at the rear, is still on their way. They need to deal with the pursuers, detonate the passage, and then arrive via the backup route.

Every minute of waiting is wasting time.

Swarm intelligence provides continuous reporting.

First passage: Detonated and sealed off. Group A, White Tiger A, is evacuating along the backup route and is expected to arrive in twenty minutes.

Second passage: It has been detonated and sealed off, burying a small number of pursuers. Group A White Tiger A has moved to the backup route.

Third passage: No explosion, no pursuers, the platoon leader's group is evacuating at full speed along the main passage.

Fourth passage: Unexploded, a small number of pursuers, the platoon leader's group took care of twelve orc boys during the march and continued to retreat.

Fifth passage: Detonated, Team A3 is evacuating along the backup route.

Sixth Passage: Detonated. Team A7 is evacuating along the backup route. Expected arrival in 35 minutes.

The reports flowed through Lawson's mind like rivers merging into the sea.

The platoon leaders were the first to arrive.

They filed out from the third and fourth channels and ran onto the diving board.

Then the White Tiger Armor began to appear in groups.

Every ten to twenty minutes, a group of three powered armored vehicles would arrive from different directions of the wrecked ship. They would emerge from the maintenance compartments, squeeze out of the ventilation ducts, their metal boots pounding heavily on the deck, and then run at full speed up the gangplank and disappear into the ship's hull.

The last to arrive was Group A7 of the sixth passage.

They took an extra detour along the alternative route and killed another vampire.

As the three White Tiger Armored Machines surged out of the passage, one of them bore a deep burn mark on its left shoulder armor—a mark left by the Hellfire of the Vampire's Blade. The living metal's self-repairing function was slowly filling the wound, silver scales slowly growing and covering the edges of the burn.

Three people ran onto the springboard.

Lawson used swarm intelligence to count the final number of people.

All 1200 elite soldiers in the deep echelon were withdrawn.

The twelve White Tiger Armored warships of the outer early warning group had all boarded the ship from four directions, just as the last group of rear guard armored warships boarded.

In total, all 9,800 suicide soldiers boarded the ship.

With the addition of the twelve soldiers who remained to defend the six strongholds, not a single soldier was abandoned.

Chapter 82 Warp Travel

Lawson took one last look at the interior of the wrecked ship.

Then he turned and walked into the frigate.

The moment Lawson's boots touched the inner deck of the frigate, he gave his final order.

"Close all doors, start the engines, take off."

The boarding ramp slowly retracted under the drive of the hydraulic system.

The scrap metal plates welded together by the orcs on the ship's hull made a screeching metallic scraping sound as they were being retracted.

Then, the frigate's plasma engine, driven by the Waaagh field of 3,200 farts, let out a deafening roar.

The engine's output power fluctuated wildly between zero and its maximum value, each fluctuation sending a nauseating shudder through the entire frigate.

The frigate's hull began to leave the hangar deck.

The scrap metal support frame welded to the bottom of the ship collapsed and scattered after the load was lost.

Dozens of thick anchoring cables broke one by one after the tension exceeded the limit.

Driven by Waaagh energy, the 1.6-kilometer-long Imperial steel behemoth slowly rose from the hangar deck and then aimed at the large structural crack overhead that led straight to the wrecked ship's hull.

Swarm intelligence took over all control of the ship.

The physical control interface of the three iron levers and one iron wheel is directly bypassed by the swarm network through the living metal conductive layer, and all thrust distribution and heading adjustments are completed at the consciousness level.

The iron lever marked "Faster" was pushed to the bottom by the remote command of the swarm intelligence without anyone touching it.

The engine's roar turned into a shriek.

Like a cannonball being fired, the frigate hurtled at full speed along the crack towards the wrecked hull.

During the charge, the ship shattered the metal structures on both sides of the crack, which had been softened by subspace.

Metal fragments and dust poured down from all directions.

The assassins had to grab onto the handrails on the wall with both hands to maintain their balance.

The farts screamed even louder.

Half fear, half excitement.

The concentration of Waaagh energy continued to rise amidst the extreme excitement of the fart essence.

The engine's output surged accordingly.

The frigate's speed increased.

The exit of the crack is directly in front, with an extremely narrow edge.

The moment the ship passed through the crack, the distance between its sides and the edge of the crack was less than fifty meters.

Several pieces of scrap metal armor plating welded to the outer shell were scraped off by the crack edges, making a screeching metallic tearing sound.

"Boom!!!"

The warship roared as it plunged into the void.

Then Lawson saw the light.

The starry sky beyond the hull of the wrecked ship.

Even the starry sky of the Empire's dark side, rendered a dark purple by the afterglow of the Great Rift, remained so bright that it could instantly blind someone after more than two months of darkness inside the wrecked ship.

Lawson stood in front of the observation window of the cockpit and squinted.

Starlight shone on the surface of his power armor, and the scales of the living metal seemed to flow for a moment under the starlight.

Behind him, the super steel graveyard, 120 kilometers in diameter, resembled a mountain of death floating in the void, its massive silhouette exuding despair under the dark purple starlight.

The wrecked ship is sinking.

The wrecked spaceship is being dragged toward the edge of subspace by an irresistible force.

The curtain of reality around the wrecked ship had become extremely thin, like a paper window about to be punctured.

Within two weeks, or perhaps less, the wrecked ship, along with everything on it, will be swallowed into the abyss of the warp.

"Subspace Engine, Leap Forward."

Deep inside the engine bay, the buzzing green parts suddenly burst into a dazzling green light under the infusion of the Waaagh field.

Three thousand six hundred fart demons simultaneously let out a hysterical scream from all parts of the ship.

Waaagh's energy reached its threshold amidst screams.

The curtain of reality was torn apart directly in front of the frigate.

The edges of the opening were burning with dark purple flames unique to subspace.

Inside the opening was a chaotic mix of colors that drove people mad.

The Geller force field is activated around the frigate's hull.

A semi-transparent psionic barrier, like a giant bubble, enveloped the entire frigate.

The psionic resonance cavity of the Geller force field emitted a low hum.

This steel behemoth, driven by ten thousand cold-blooded assassins and more than three thousand crazed farts, crashed headlong into the subspace, defying all the laws of physics.

What was left for all the pursuers and bystanders on the wrecked spaceship behind them was an extremely exaggerated and unreasonable green trail of flame.

The psionic barrier of the Geller force field created a thin layer of sanity defense around the frigate.

Beyond the barrier, the madness of the subspace surges silently.

The barrier of the Geller force field kept the chaos out, but it could not stop the whispers seeping in through the gaps in the barrier.