Warhammer: Empire Reboot

If they can find a planet belonging to the Empire of Man within two weeks of leaving the warp, or at least a still-functioning Astral Army defense line, then the possibilities will be immense.

The current situation of the wrecked ship is obvious to even a fool.

He forcibly dragged the main force of the greenskins, the purebloods, and the Khorne demon legion into a huge quagmire.

But the reason this quagmire was able to be stirred up was because his henchmen acted as the detonator.

Especially those warp demons.

The reason why Khorne's vampires and bloodlust attacked so recklessly was because the Death Knights had subjected them to the most terrifying thing for warp creatures: permanent annihilation.

This is a hatred that will never end.

However, the assassins have now withdrawn.

The demons remained where they were, left only to face the howling orc boys.

Warp demons have an extreme aversion to greenskins.

Because the Greenskin's soul is filled with crude Waaagh energy.

When orcs die in battle, their souls either return directly to the embrace of their god, Gomao Erge, or transform back into fungal spores and fall to earth.

When a demon kills a greenskin, it only satisfies Khorne's thirst for blood; it cannot gain the same warp energy as it does when torturing human souls.

For demons, fighting orcs is a completely unprofitable endeavor, a war of attrition with no gains whatsoever.

"Without my troops present, the Bloodthirsty Demon will soon find that he can't catch the fox and has only gotten himself into trouble. The demon army will definitely start to shrink its defenses and prepare to retreat, unwilling to continue fighting the orcs to the death."

Once the demons retreat, this pot of stew, which should have yielded endless resources, will completely fall into disuse due to the lack of a catalyst.

"How can this be? The chives in the field are growing so well. As a responsible farmer, how can I let them wither away on their own?"

Lawson sneered.

"From A1 to A16!"

"Lead eight thousand elite soldiers and return to the wrecked spaceship! The hunt continues!"

"Our loyalty is unwavering, even unto death!"

The consciousness of eight thousand suicide soldiers converged into an unshakeable torrent of steel within the swarm network.

Inside the massive lower deck of the Sword-class frigate.

"Target anchorage, deck 74 of the derelict ship, forge location. Forward!"

Eight thousand people formed a tight twelve-column formation and, using the static force field as a transit point, began their return to that blood and flesh millstone!

Derelict spaceship, deep deck.

As Lawson had predicted, the intensity of the battle was indeed plummeting.

A Khorne Progenitor, over four meters tall, was irritably wielding its giant Hellblade.

It had just cleaved a tin can-shaped mech piloted by three orcs in two, the green-skinned creatures inside burned to ashes by the spirit fire.

But this high-ranking demon did not experience any pleasure from the killing.

Without the nourishment of the soul.

There was no desperate scream.

Only the frenzied laughter of those green-skinned men before they died, like "Wow, that's so exciting!"

"These worthless fungal debris..."

The Khorne Forerunner could sense that, deep within the Warp, the Great Blood God had lost patience with this soulless slaughter.

Not only it, but the thousands of vampires and fleshhounds around it also seemed somewhat listless.

The demon army is retreating; they are preparing to abandon this deck and seek a warp rift to return to their blood-soaked and carnage-filled realm.

On the other side of the battle line, the green-skinned warlord Gorga Skullbreaker was angrily pounding on the hood of his heavy armored vehicle.

"Damn it! Why are those red shrimps backing away? Our Waaagh isn't over yet!"

Although orcs are warlike, if their enemies keep retreating and don't engage them in direct combat, their short attention span will quickly be drawn to other things, such as fighting over spoils or fighting amongst themselves.

What was originally a massive four-way battle that could have easily destroyed the entire wrecked ship was about to degenerate into a boring, tedious war due to the demons' inaction.

At this juncture that bored the orcs and annoyed the demons.

On a wide main road less than 800 meters from the Demon Defense Line.

Immediately afterwards, a steel behemoth painted with white tiger stripes stepped out from around a corner!

It was Unit 1. Behind him were Units 2, 3... all the way up to Unit 16, sixteen powered armored vehicles forming an insurmountable steel wall.

"Deploy formation, establish a crossfire network, target: all non-human entities within sight."

"Fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Two multi-barreled rapid-fire cannons were set up behind the armored vehicle, simultaneously focusing fire on an unfortunate Khorne Herald. Hundreds of large-caliber bullets were unleashed in a mere second, shattering the left half of its body into a pile of subspace mud!

[Ding! Slayed a Vampire, gained +12 Warp Energy!]

[Ding! Killed Khorne's Forerunner, gained +120 Warp Energy!]

While traveling in subspace, Lawson suddenly heard a series of long-lost system notifications in his mind.

His mouth stretched from ear to ear in a wide grin.

Inside the wrecked spaceship, an unprecedented and frenzied explosion has begun.

"Damn thieves! Those heretics who steal souls have returned! Slaughter them all! Offer their heads to the Blood God!"

The demons immediately stopped their retreat.

"For the Blood God! Tear them apart!"

From within the warp rift came the furious roar of the bloodthirsty madman, a roar powerful enough to shatter the souls of mortals.

All the demons who were preparing to retreat instantly turned around and launched a desperate charge towards the suicide squad's position.

On the other side, the orc warlord Gorgar Skullbreaker, who had been so bored that he started picking his nose, suddenly had a light that shone brighter than a supernova in his eyes when he heard the deafening sound of the explosive gun and saw the heavily armored human soldiers reappear.

“WAAAAAAAAGH!!!”

Gorga excitedly slapped one of the Normans next to him hard across the face, sending him flying: "Shrimp! Those big tin shrimps are back! We're going to have a fight! Men, charge! Whoever's slowest, I'll skin him alive and use his skin as a battle flag!"

“WAAAAAGH!!!”

Thousands upon thousands of orc boys let out a roar of ecstatic joy that could shatter eardrums.

They didn't care whether the wrecked ship was about to fall into the warp, or even whether the creatures in front of them were demons or humans.

As long as there's a fight, I'm willing to go to the Warp or the Eye of Fear!

kill!

Deep within the derelict spaceship, things are boiling over once more!

The orcish horde surged from the left, while the demonic tsunami swept in from the right.

Under Lawson's precise manipulation, the flesh-and-blood millstone of the derelict spaceship was reconnected to power and began to run at its highest speed!

"That's right."

Lawson shifted to a more comfortable position, leaning back on the throne: "I provide you with the stage, and you provide me with the resources. We each get what we need."

Testimonials

Brothers, it's finally going to be available! Thanks for your support along the way.

To be honest, the author of this Warhammer book is under a lot of pressure, because the previous book was about America, and this one has crossed over into the Warhammer universe.

This resulted in a huge gap in the scope of the story, which many readers unfamiliar with Warhammer found difficult to understand. In fact, the author was also a fan of Warhammer, but it was simply because Lawson was so well-suited to the vast Warhammer universe that smaller places simply weren't enough for him to explore.

Actually, it's perfectly fine to think of Warhammer as a larger, more extreme version of the American version; it's full of bizarre, awful, despairing, and illogical elements.

Some readers say that the author's writing lacks the "hammer's touch," instead conveying despair, tragedy, and a desperate, isolated struggle—that's what the "hammer's touch" truly means.

But Lawson disagreed: "Before I came, the Warhammer universe was in despair, and after I came it's still in despair. Then what was the point of my trip?"

In his previous book, Lawson was able to take his desperate 19th-century compatriots to the top of the world. In this book, he can still make the people of the Empire live like human beings!

Brothers, please continue to trust me and continue to present you with a high-quality, exciting novel.

Those who followed the previous book know that it was released on November 1st last year and completed on March 2nd, with 268 million words, exactly 4 months, averaging more than 20,000 words updated every day.

I only need to take a day off when the book is finished.

I hope our book will be the same. I won't mention how many monthly tickets you need to get an extra chapter; it's not that meaningful.

If the brothers enjoy watching, they will naturally be willing to vote. In short, the more votes there are, the more motivated we will be to update.

Our motto is: as long as we don't die, we'll keep going until we die.

On the first day of release, I will update 3 words, and then update at least 2 words every day thereafter.

Please continue to support me, brothers! Consider a subscription and a guaranteed monthly pass...

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Chapter 86 We went and assaulted the orcs' chrysanthemums

Lawson looked at the exhilarating profit figures through swarm intelligence.

However, his comfort did not last long.

The warship continued its journey through the subspace, but it was by no means a pleasant one.

For the Empire's regular naval warships to navigate in the subspace is like riding on a massive 10,000-ton ship tossed about in a Category 10 typhoon; it's dangerous, but at least there's a shock-absorbing system.

Riding on this frigate, which has been modified by the green-skinned crew, is like being stuffed into a leaky iron bucket and then kicked off Mount Everest.

"Bang! Clang! Creak!"