Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Whoa! My head is going to explode! This giant iron pipe is burning my butt!"

"Get away from me! You stinking rat, don't bite my ear!"

"Boss, help! That big guy is whipping me! I'm going to be roasted alive!"

"Screw you, Brother Mao! I'm never riding a spaceship again! Let me out!"

Accompanied by the frenzied screams of thousands of fart demons, and the clanging and banging of the scrap metal colliding with each other in the engine compartment.

This chaotic and extremely jarring stream of audio data covered the entire orbital engagement zone.

To human ears, this was the scream of hell.

But on the bridge of the two huge green warships opposite, it caused a burst of laughter.

"Hahahaha! Fuck them! Did you hear that?"

On the assault ship, the orc captain, scratching his toes with his oily hands, laughed maniacally into the communicator: "Listen to those newbies, screaming like they've been bitten in the balls by a Squig! They must have just been jolted out of the warp and peed their pants in fear!"

Chapter 87 Amassing 400,000 Life Points

"You bunch of good-for-nothing brats! Tell the captain of that wrecked ship over there to hurry up and bring it over! Stop dawdling! We've already blown up the shrimp nests down there, if you're any later you won't even get a drop of soup!"

In the extremely simple logic of the Greenskins, there are broken ships, red paint, Waaagh paint schemes, and inside the ship, there are bastards getting beaten up and screaming. This is undoubtedly the most authentic daily life inside a Greenskin warship!

They're definitely on our side!

No Imperial warship or Eldar starship could produce such authentic green-skinned noise.

As Lawson watched the two green-skinned warships displayed on the oracle, neither raising their void shields nor even turning their cannons in his direction, his smile grew even more cruel.

"These idiots..."

"Power up the engine, do not slow down."

Within the Imperial Navy's fleet, the Sword-class corvettes are a very special class.

It is approximately 1.6 kilometers long and was originally designed to serve as a bulldog for close-quarters combat in fleet battles.

To compensate for the lack of tonnage, the Empire's designers forcibly crammed high-output laser battery arrays far exceeding those of other frigates of the same class and terrifyingly large broadside cannons into the ship's sides.

This gives it an astonishing burst of lethality in close-quarters broadside engagements.

When the ship was modified by the Greenskins, the tech tyrant clearly also coveted its formidable firepower. Instead of dismantling it, he used the Greenskins' methods to further modify the power supply lines, completely ignoring the risk of weapon overload.

Lawson's warship, like a hungry wolf in pigskin, swaggered towards the two green-skinned warships that were firing wildly at the planet's surface.

As they drew closer, the green-skinned warships on the other side seemed to sense something was amiss.

The wrecked ship belonging to their own side was moving too fast, and its course was heading straight into the gap between the two ships.

The green-skinned man's rude communication came through again: "Hey! You blind bastard boss over there! You're too close! You're going to run into our gun barrel! Slow down right now, or roll to the left and bomb us! Otherwise, I'll shoot you down too!"

"Sir, the enemy ship has sent a questioning message," the communications officer reported.

“Give them a taste of their own medicine. At maximum volume, give them the most beautiful mechanical symphony,” Lawson coldly ordered.

The next second, an extremely piercing mechanical noise, accompanied by the shrill screams of several farts being caught in the gears, slammed down through the communication channel.

"Sizzle, clang!!! Crack, waaaaaah!"

The piercing noise caused several orcs near the communicator on the other end to cover their ears and roll on the ground.

"Damn it! These idiots' communicators and engines must have both broken down! Useless, worthless techmasters!"

The green-skinned captain angrily kicked away a screaming bastard and ignored Lawson's ship.

In their view, the ship must have malfunctioned, or the impatient orc leader was trying to force his way into a good bombing position. Such behavior of charging into one's own people to grab kills was all too common in the Greenskin fleet.

Unsuspecting, they didn't even fire a symbolic warning shot, continuing to focus their attention on the brutal destruction of the orbital defense system of the planetary empire below.

This was exactly the perfect moment that Lawson had been waiting for!

When the distance was reduced to less than fifty kilometers, Lawson's consciousness completely sank into swarm thinking.

What does fifty kilometers mean in space?

In interstellar naval warfare, where engagement distances are often measured in light-seconds, fifty kilometers is equivalent to two people face to face, a bayonet-to-bayonet close-quarters battle where they can even feel each other's breath!

With unparalleled micromanagement skills, no human warship could achieve this, the 1.6-kilometer-long Sword-class frigate, with incredibly smooth maneuvers, forcefully positioned itself between the two massive green-skinned warships!

With the precise calculations of swarm intelligence, the warship's final position was insidiously positioned slightly behind the blind spot at the stern of the two green-skinned warships!

At this very moment, the positions of the prey and the hunter in the void have been locked.

On the port side of the Rosen, the Assault-class assault ship was completely exposed to Rosen's guns, its most lethal stern plasma thruster array.

The massive engine nozzle was still spewing out a violent tail flame, and the fragile cooling pipes and energy converter inside were clearly visible.

On the starboard side of the Rosen battleship, the Barbarian-class heavy cruiser was listing to gain a better angle for ground bombardment, completely exposing its massive, mountain-like green fuel tanks and ammunition depots—which had been haphazardly modified by the Great Tech Master—to Rosen's starboard fire net.

"Right now."

A fanatical killing intent erupted from Lawson's eyes.

"Cut off all ship power except for the life support system and the oracle! Squeeze every last bit of energy out of the ship and concentrate it all on the weapon arrays on both sides!"

"Disengage all artillery safety locks!"

"Portal macro gun array, target enemy ship's engine room! Starboard light lance and high-energy laser battery, target enemy ship's fuel tank!"

"Fire!!!"

Lawson's roar stirred up a monstrous wave within the swarm network.

The elite suicide soldiers stationed at the gun positions pressed the fire button simultaneously!

In that instant, this dilapidated frigate, disguised in green, finally revealed its ferocious fangs—the weaponry of the human empire—to the Milky Way!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The destructive spectrum instantly illuminated this dark starfield!

On the port side, hundreds of tons of super-heavy adamantium armor-piercing high-explosive shells, accelerated by both electromagnetic rails and chemical propellants, slammed into the unsuspecting stern engine nozzles of the port-side assault ship at an extremely close distance of less than thirty kilometers. The macro gun shells didn't even need to calculate lead time; almost the instant they left the barrel, they crashed into the unsuspecting stern engine nozzles of the attack ship!

The tough green outer armor was torn apart like paper when faced with a barrage of cannon fire erupting from its weakest point inside.

The armor-piercing warhead penetrated deep into the core of the engine compartment, and flames at tens of thousands of degrees instantly rolled inside the engine room, vaporizing the orc laborers who were shoveling coal and adding fuel.

On the starboard side, the high-energy laser battery array and the light lance modified from the bow secondary gun emitted a dazzling white light that was even brighter than a star.

This is not the kind of flashlight that the Astronautical Army has that can only burn through bulletproof armor; this is a ship-based energy weapon capable of instantly vaporizing heavy armor.

A dozen thick beams of destructive light, like the sword of God's judgment, sliced ​​through the inferior armor on the right side of the barbarian-class warship without any hindrance, and precisely pierced into the huge, hill-like green fuel tank!

The extremely unstable green fuel underwent the most terrifying chemical and physical reaction in the entire galaxy the instant it came into contact with a high-energy laser of millions of degrees.

In the vacuum of space, an explosion should be brief.

But at this moment, the process of destruction is stretched out indefinitely.

Sitting on the bridge, Lawson witnessed a spectacular virtual fireworks show through the automatically filtered porthole.

The massive fuel tanks and ammunition magazines of the Barbarian-class heavy cruiser on the right experienced a chain reaction of plasma explosions triggered by the laser.

The warship broke in half!

The foreground of the ship plummeted toward the planet under the force of the explosion, while the rear half tumbled wildly in space, spewing out tens of thousands of tons of metal debris, as well as countless green-skinned limbs and broken arms that instantly froze in the vacuum and turned to ashes in the sea of ​​fire.

Within a fraction of a second of the warship breaking apart, a notification sound deep within Lawson's brain exploded with an almost frantic frequency!

[Gained 7 Life Points!]

[Gained 2 Life Points!]

[Gained 25 Life Points!]

[Gained 21 Life Points!]

The notification sounds refreshed so fast that even Lawson's nerves couldn't process them. Finally, the system delivered an extremely shocking summary notification:

[Ding! One enemy main battleship destroyed! Causing large-scale annihilation! Soul energy interception calculation in progress...]

[Calculation complete! This firepower coverage resulted in the deaths of 24853 Orc units; 74579 Pike units; and a number of other Greenskin subspecies.]

[Total life points gained: 24.8 points! 】

Lawson couldn't help but throw his head back and burst into wild laughter!

"Hahaha! I see! So this is the correct way to do it!"

In the wrecked spaceship, his henchmen worked hard, fighting orcs and demons in street battles and positional warfare, one sword and one spear. Although the income was stable, the efficiency was still low in the face of the huge number of people.

Even an orc warship, or even an assault ship used as cannon fodder, is crammed with tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of greenskins!

Because the green-skinned boats didn't care about living space at all, they were crammed into the cabin like sardines in a can.

Destroying such a warship directly in space is equivalent to instantly wiping out nearly 10 green-skinned soldiers inside!

What is this concept?

This is like someone who has been killing goblins one by one in the starting village for two months, and then suddenly has a brilliant idea and drops a tactical nuclear bomb into the goblin's giant lair!

"Two warships! The one on the left is about to explode too. I'm going to make an unprecedented fortune today!!"

In the universe of Warhammer 40K, victory is never so easy for either side.

The most terrifying aspect of the Greenskins, the ultimate biological weapon created by the Ancient Ones, lies not in their technology, but in their completely illogical and oblivious nature and their extreme contempt for death.

Although the stern engine of the assault ship on the left was completely destroyed by Lawson's macro cannon, most of the ship was undergoing a serious internal chain explosion, with fire and poison gas raging in the cabins, and countless greens were blown to pieces.

But it's not completely dead yet.

On the dilapidated bridge of this dying warship, lay the old orc general, half of whose body had been burned to a crisp.

It did not despair like a human captain facing a sinking ship, nor did it attempt to organize any damn damage control or repairs.

Instead of being angry, it burst into a huge, excited laugh.

"WAAAAAGH!!! Hahahaha! I knew that wrecked ship was awesome! Well done! This is real space warfare! Awesome, buddy!"

The orc leader coughed up sparkling black blood while laughing maniacally, and then slammed his left hand, now nothing but bare white bone, into an enormous, blood-red button on the captain's control panel, made from the skull of some unknown creature.

Next to that button, in crooked green lettering, were written several large characters: "Shoot them all out!"

"Come on! Let's hurt each other! Damn it, Second Brother is watching us! WAAAAGH!"