Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Three hundred years have passed.

The nine billion people in the Visionary Enclave have indeed lived a life quite different from that of the Titanium Empire's homeland.

They are freer, more flexible, and more adaptable. But they are also more vulnerable because they only have these five star systems, these 120 planets, and this army that has already been decimated.

If he refuses to surrender, then it's all over.

The freedom, creativity, and future of nine billion people have all come to an end.

"commander."

Visa sighed in the end, “Nine planets are enough. With our technological foundation, we can rebuild the industrial chain in fifty years. It will hurt to hand over the technology, but the technology is in people’s minds. As long as people are alive, the technology will remain.”

"But if the person is gone, everything is gone."

O'Shovar looked around at the generals and his other wounded men, and had no other choice.

Visa is right. If we don't surrender, we'll lose everything. The most important thing is to keep these 90 billion people alive.

He slowly raised the Blade of Dawn, tip pointing upwards and hilt downwards.

He turned the hilt of his sword toward Lawson.

In the military etiquette of the Tai tribe, this gesture has only one meaning: to present weapons.

"We accept your terms."

"All military forces of the Visionary Enclave shall cease resistance from this moment forward. 111 planets shall be handed over to the Empire, and four technologies shall be submitted once security is assured."

"I take full responsibility for this decision in my capacity as the Supreme Commander of the Visionary Enclave."

P.S.: 1.3 words updated today.

Chapter 234 Harvesting the Spoils of War: What is the most valuable technology of the Titanium Empire in Lawson's eyes?

O'Showa switched to the remaining command channel.

"All Farsight Enclave forces, cease resistance, deactivate external fire control permissions, retain life support systems, and prioritize the treatment of the wounded by Imperial medical teams. No unit may open fire without authorization."

A Fireman officer's voice squeezed out from the channel.

“Commander, we can still retreat deeper into the mountains; the terrain of Assamolo can hold them off…”

O'Showa watched the advancing Bear Guard Shield Wall in the distance.

How long will it drag on?

There was a two-second silence on the channel, and the officer did not speak again.

The Tau are best known for their long-range firepower, mobile warfare, and coordinated attacks.

Every instructor at the Fire Academy repeatedly instills the same belief: distance is life, firepower is order, and mobility is victory.

On this battlefield, the three tenets were gradually rendered obsolete.

The speed of the hurricane motorcycle consumed the distance.

The precision of swarm fire control completely negates the advantage of firepower.

The instantaneous delivery of the static force field makes maneuverability a joke.

This is not a difference between a particular branch of the military or a particular piece of equipment.

It represents a generational shift in the entire logic of warfare.

Er Gou raised his hand, and several Cornerstone Death Squads stepped forward to remove the weapon modules and fire control permissions from the remaining armor of the Vision Eight Generals, leaving only the functions of movement, communication, life support, and battlefield observation.

They provided water, painkillers, and a first-aid kit.

The Great War Observatory was originally a star-gazing platform left behind by the ancient civilization of Assamolo.

A black stone ring, tens of kilometers long, stretches across the mountains. Its surface is covered with geometric runes that are neither titanium nor human, with lines deeply embedded in the stone as if they were directly engraved into the molecular structure by some force.

Even after Oshovar opened the warp gate, demons continued to pour out.

The Khorne vampire burst out of the crevice, stepping over the severed limbs of its kind. Congealed blood clung to its brass armor plates, and its axe blade dragged across the stone surface, leaving smoking grooves.

Their killing instinct drives them to spontaneously form a tide.

If the Visionary Enclave faces this door alone, Oshowar has only two choices: nuke the temple, or fill it in layer by layer with the Fire Clan army.

Lawson's team chose the third route, feeling that not enough demons had emerged, and voluntarily gave up three kilometers of depth.

As O'Shovar stared at the deliberately left killing space, he began to question the meaning of the word "technology" for the first time.

The Tau Empire possesses the strongest technological capabilities in the galaxy.

At least, that's what the Tau Empire has always taught them.

Human empires only know how to do archaeology.

They treat machines from ten thousand years ago as sacred objects, write maintenance procedures as prayers, dare not even use AI, and repair large computing arrays like a hybrid of torture instruments and shrines.

Mechanical sages could argue for two centuries over the ownership of an interface model.

Not to mention the orcs, the greenskins pieced together sheet metal, rivets, scrap engines, and red paint, and with their collective psionic powers and fanatical belief that "we think it can run," they made the junk fly into the sky.

Oshowar had personally slashed open an orc chariot; the wiring inside was such a chaotic mess that even the Tu clan apprentices refused to acknowledge it as mechanical.

Chaotic technology is more like a curse; demons are stuffed into the engines, souls are used as fuel, and warships are hungry monsters.

However, it is precisely this young, rational, efficient, and collaborative emerging civilization, the Tau Empire, that encounters setbacks everywhere in the galaxy.

Unable to defeat the human empire, unable to suppress the chaos, even the orcs could drag the Tau people into a quagmire through sheer numbers and madness.

O'Showa used to attribute the cause to scale.

The Tau Empire is too young, has too small a population, too small a star system, and lacks sufficient strategic depth.

This judgment is correct.

But now, watching Lawson's war machine at work, he realizes the answer is more than that.

“Many of their equipment is not more precise or technologically advanced than ours,” O’Showa said.

O. Visa's sensor lens rotated slightly as he waited for him to finish speaking.

“Commander, the Tau race still has an advantage in technology. The fact that Lawson specifically requested these things proves their importance.”

O'Showa was thinking about another problem.

The Tau Empire has always believed that the human empire is backward, vast yet corrupt, superstitious and brutal.

Given enough time, the rationality and technology of the Titans will eventually prove that the highest good is superior to everything else.

But what if something like Lawson grew out of this decaying soil?

Outside the temple's crack, Lawson stood with his hands behind his back in front of the main control array.

The T-001 broke down battlefield data into hundreds of layers of projection, which were suspended around him.

Demon density, ammunition consumption rate, energy recovery progress, and the advance coordinates of each formation are all updated in real time.

"The density of demons in the third district has decreased; artillery fire should be moved two hundred meters to the right."

"Flying Bear Squad 17, lock onto the large unit on the east side of the rift. Don't use Heat Melt, just use Boundary Spike directly."

The instructions are like process sheets on an assembly line, each one accurate to the meter and second.

Deep within the crack, the blood-red light suddenly intensified.

A Khorne troll, several times larger than a normal vampire, stepped out half of its body.

With burning chains dragging behind his arms, a crown of skulls wedged against the edge of a crack, shattering the stone surface.

Before it had even fully entered reality, the surrounding small demons had already spontaneously made way for it.

"Big Bear".

In the distance, low in the sky, a Flying Bear motorcycle suddenly broke away from the formation.

The sixty-ton adamantite vehicle rolled over the demon horde, its ramming horn crushing the three-headed vampire into mincemeat.

The troll hurled its burning chains, and Big Bear tipped the vehicle over, passing under the arc of the chains with a maneuverability unbecoming of its size.

Eight Flying Bears followed behind him.

The nine Shattering Nails ignited almost simultaneously.

The first round cracked the troll's brass chest armor; the second round drilled in from the side of the crack and blew off its left leg, which hadn't fully extended yet.

The flying bear's horn rammed directly into the troll's jaw, forcefully pushing the head, which was wearing a skull crown, back to the edge of the crack.

The next second, the Raptor fighter jet swooped down from high altitude, and a heavy tactical missile pierced through the troll's skull and exploded deep in its chest cavity.

Blood and flames scattered, and shattered bones flew everywhere.

Deep within the warp, Khorne's sea of ​​blood surged with turbulent waves.

A section of the sea of ​​blood was empty.

That was the gap left by the demon soul that was intercepted and permanently annihilated by Lawson's system.

Khorne's will swept across the breach, and the bronze throne trembled.

It's that kind of wound again!!!

It had already learned its lesson once on the main planet Agrippina.

Through the perspective of the still-charging demons, Khorne saw the barrage of fire outside the rift.

The Bear Guard Shield Wall is a mobile fortress, the Flying Bear Motorcycle is dedicated to killing large units, the Raptor Fighter suppresses the high altitude, the Hurricane Light Cavalry cuts through the ground, and the artillery array in the rear rhythmically harvests the central area.

Deeper still, there is that damned human.

The Blood God's wrath poured into the crack.

"close the door!"

In the center of the Temple of Assamolo, the blood-red vertical pupils suddenly closed inward.

The demon that was trying to squeeze out was cut off by the rift; the front half fell into reality, while the back half was pulled back into the warp.

Hundreds of vampires were crushed into pieces by the space itself at the edge of the closure. Before the blood flames could dissipate, their souls were intercepted by Lawson's system.

The swarm intelligence reported: "The subspace passage has been forcibly severed by the external divine will and is now completely closed."