Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The silver liquid flowed, spread, and solidified within half a second, transforming into a 20-centimeter-long throwing knife.

Lawson used his psionic powers to launch the throwing knife.

The throwing knife flew two hundred meters down the corridor at a speed close to that of a bullet, then stopped abruptly, turned around, and flew back under his mental control.

After returning, the throwing knife began to weave rapidly within a ten-meter radius of Lawson, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes high, sometimes low, its trajectory resembling a silver lightning bolt repeatedly turning back and forth in the air.

The closer the distance, the higher the precision of psionic manipulation.

Within a ten-meter range, Lawson's control over the throwing knife can be accurate to the millimeter level.

Then he changed the shape of the throwing knife again.

The throwing knife transformed into a disc with a diameter of fifteen centimeters.

It's thicker in the middle and thinner at the edges.

The thickness at the edge was forcibly compressed to the single-molecule level under the limits of self-plasticity of living metal nanoparticles and the extreme pressure of psionic energy.

A metal disc, fifteen centimeters in diameter, with edges so thin they are at the molecular level.

Imagine what it can cut when it's spinning at high speed with such thickness.

Lawson did not test it.

But he knew what it meant when a metal disc with a molecular-level cutting edge was spinning at supersonic speeds.

For materials like ceramic steel shells, diamond-hard alloy plates, and joint gaps in power armor, hardness is no longer the primary variable when faced with such a sharp edge.

Chapter 84 Activating the Static Field

The silver frisbee hovered rapidly around Lawson.

It is faster than the throwing knife form, the flatter aerodynamic shape reduces air resistance, and the more uniform mass distribution makes the energy efficiency of psionic manipulation higher.

Among the psychics of the Empire, there are many masters renowned for their ability to kill enemies by manipulating objects.

The Elders of the Space Marine Chapters can use their psychic powers to levitate objects weighing several tons and smash them at the enemy; Chaos Wizards can crush the engine compartment of a Chimera armored vehicle with their psychic powers from halfway across the battlefield; and high-ranking psionicists in the Inquisition are said to be able to control more than a dozen weapons simultaneously for independent attacks.

Compared to these monsters, Lawson's current psionic manipulation ability is only at a beginner level.

But he has something that those psionicists don't have.

Living metal can be deformed at will and can be recycled.

It won't be damaged, doesn't need replenishment, and doesn't even need to be pulled from the enemy; it can simply liquefy and flow back into the armory space.

A wicked image flashed through Lawson's mind.

On a battlefield in the distant future, tens of thousands, or even millions, of sharp swords floated behind him, blotting out the sky and the sun. Isn't this the legendary "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One"?

He smiled and erased the image from his mind.

Controlling multiple items requires stronger psionic power; there's no rush.

With a thought, the suspended frisbee liquefied and contracted, returning to the armory space.

Just as Lawson retrieved the living metal, an unexpected notification popped up on the system panel.

[Arsenal - Function Upgrade]

[Additional feature activated: Static field.]

Lawson's pupils contracted slightly.

The static force field has only one function: to freeze time within a closed space.

From the perspective of an external observer, the interior of a static force field is like a piece of solidified amber, where everything inside remains forever frozen in the moment it was sealed.

The empire had extremely limited mastery of this technology.

They are classified as strategic assets of the highest level, used to seal away heretical creations that cannot be destroyed or released, imprisoned demon hosts, and even certain alien technology samples that must be permanently sealed away.

Some ancient Space Marine Chapters used miniature stasis fields in their Geneseed Vaults to preserve their most precious Geneseed samples.

Lawson's armory space now has a 27-cubic-meter static force field.

But for Lawson, it meant much more than just preserving items.

An idea took shape in his mind.

"Number 6, enter the armory space."

The suicide soldier number 6 is not on the escort ship at the moment; he is at the forge outpost of the space wreck, one of the twelve suicide soldiers remaining at the six outposts.

In a corner of the space wreck forge outpost, Number 6 put down the ammunition boxes he was sorting and stepped into the armory space.

Lawson observed the state of the armory space from his compartment in the frigate.

The moment Number 6 entered, everything froze. He remained in the same position, his breathing, heartbeat, and thoughts all stopped.

A grabbed number 6's forearm and pulled him outward.

Number 6 recovered the moment he was pulled out of the armory space. He faced Lawson, stood at attention, and gave an Imperial military salute.

For Number 6, the time between entering the armory and being pulled out of it was only a moment.

It didn't even know it had ever been frozen.

Lawson smiled.

"The airborne troops, this time it's really a done deal."

Access to the armory space is not limited by distance. Lawson can store the assassins in the stasis field anywhere and then pull them out from any location where the assassins serve as anchor points.

There is only one condition for depositing and withdrawing: there must be a living assassin at the target location to act as an anchor point and pull his comrade out of the armory space from the static force field.

This means that Lawson can instantly send reinforcements to any battlefield, using any available assassin.

But there's one more thing Lawson needs to confirm.

He walked into the armory space himself.

Lawson stood inside the armory space, with a 27-cubic-meter area surrounding him.

Static force fields have no effect on him.

He is the host of the system.

The armory was an extension of him, not his prison.

Lawson stood in the armory space for a second, then a thought struck him.

He appeared beside a technical squad member in the frigate's engine room.

The location he emerged from the armory space was not where he entered, but rather the coordinates of any assassin he designated with his mind.

On another impulse, he appeared on the bridge of the frigate.

It appeared once again at the ammunition depot.

To onlookers, Lawson simply vanished into thin air and then reappeared hundreds of meters or even kilometers away.

Lawson's lips curled into a smile.

Then they returned from the armory space to the derelict spaceship, the forge outpost.

The air at the outpost was thick with the smell of rusted metal and oil, a smell he had grown accustomed to over the past two months.

From the depths of the corridor came the faint roars of orcs in the distance.

It felt so familiar it was almost unreal.

Lawson stood in the stronghold, looked around, and smiled.

Then he returned to the frigate.

As long as there is a suicide soldier as an anchor point at any physical coordinate, Lawson can instantly reach that coordinate through the armory space.

There are nearly 10,000 suicide soldiers on the escort ship, and 12 suicide soldiers left behind on the abandoned spaceship.

This means that Lawson could travel back and forth between two locations that are light-years apart in a single second.

He returned to the small compartment next to the frigate's cockpit and sat down again.

This feature, combined with the swarm intelligence approach to overall planning, will play a significant role in the future.

The seat beneath Lawson once belonged to the noble captain of this Imperial frigate, but has now been transformed by the Green-skinned Big Tech Boss into an extremely exaggerated steel throne.

"These damned greens, do they have not even a tiny bit of aerodynamics or structural mechanics in their brains, besides what I'm thinking?"

Lawson was very uncomfortable sitting there.

A strand of silvery, living metal was nimbly transforming between his five fingers, sometimes coalescing into sharp spikes, sometimes extending into blades as thin as cicada wings, each transformation precise to the molecular level.

A satisfied, cold smile curled at the corner of Lawson's mouth.

Since the number of his assassins surpassed the milestone of 10,000, and the system unlocked the ability to micro-shape living metal and manipulate objects at high speed, his understanding of this pinnacle creation of the space undead from 60 million years ago has reached an unbelievable level.

This is not just a weapon, but an extension of his nerves.

While playing with the living metal, Lawson was also pondering something else.

Destroyed spaceship.

The steel graveyard, formed by the compression and fusion of countless warship wreckages in the warp, had now been left behind by them.

That's a massive amount of life points, refined steel, biomass, and the most precious subspace energy!

Chapter 85 Hahaha, Big Shrimp is back! (Third update)

In the past, their mere harvesting on the fringes allowed him to complete two genetic leaps, build an army of ten thousand fearless assassins, and even acquire 46 sets of Astartes power armor.

If he were to simply walk away like that, it would be completely inconsistent with his past reputation as a notorious bandit.

"not to mention……"

Lawson tapped his fingers lightly on the steel armrest of the throne. "I now possess the [Static Field]."

"The wrecked ship has less than two weeks left before it sinks completely into the subspace again."

"Based on the current subspace blind jump trajectory calculations, we will likely leave subspace and return to the real starry sky in about three standard days."

Lawson is weighing the pros and cons.