Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The orc leader, amidst his maniacal laughter, was completely engulfed by the sea of ​​plasma fire that surged onto the bridge.

But the moment it pressed the button, this dying green-skinned warship let out its final roar in this universe!

On the side of the assault ship, a huge launch tube originally used to launch landing troops suddenly spewed out a blinding burst of violent energy due to the combined effect of the pressure from the internal explosion and the launch command.

It was an extremely crudely made boarding torpedo.

Or rather, this can't even be called a torpedo. It's a super-heavy solid iron lump filled with hundreds of tons of unstable high explosives, with a huge adamantium drill bit welded to its tip, and its surface covered with a violent Waaagh force field!

Almost at the same moment, the core of the Assault-class assault ship finally reached the critical point of detonation.

[Ding! Enemy assault ship's core has exploded! Completely destroyed!]

[Soul energy secondary calculation in progress...]

[Calculation complete! This explosion resulted in the deaths of 19840 surviving Orc units and 22468 Orcish units.]

[Another 16.1 Life Points Acquired!]

The two warships, in less than ten seconds, gained a massive sum of over 400,000 life points!

But Lawson hadn't even had a chance to savor this feast.

At such close range, even with Lawson's powerful swarm intelligence, it was impossible for this 1.6-kilometer-long behemoth to complete an evasive maneuver in an instant.

The super-heavy ballistic missile, imbued with a raging green-skinned force field and a will to perish together, streaked across the dark space in a brutal arc before slamming into the stern of the Lawson battleship!

Boom!!!

The Void Shield of the Sword-class frigate, which was already teetering on the brink of collapse due to the previous subspace blind jump and forced engine overload, couldn't even withstand a fraction of a second against this torpedo containing absolute physical kinetic energy and Waaagh energy impact.

The blue void shield shattered instantly, like a glass dome struck by a hammer, turning into countless dissipating energy spots.

The massive adamantite drill bit ripped through the stern armor plating of the frigate, and high explosives detonated inside the hull!

The entire bridge was illuminated by flashing crimson warning lights, signifying extreme danger, and a piercing alarm blared in the air.

Various instrument panels shattered, sparks flying everywhere.

"Battle damage report! Immediately!"

The swarm intelligence instantly responded: "The tail armor has been penetrated, and a severe explosion has occurred from area C to area F. The main output pipeline of the plasma reactor has ruptured."

"Our main propulsion array has been completely destroyed. The attitude control engines on the left and right sides have a damage rate of 83 percent, and the ship has lost 95 percent of its power."

Chapter 88: A Million Orcs Are My Speed ​​Bumps!

In space warfare, losing power is tantamount to a death sentence.

"Warning! Warning!"

"The warship has lost its orbital maintenance capability! The thrust is insufficient to counteract gravity capture! We are falling into the gravity well of the planet below!"

Lawson abruptly turned his head and looked down through the porthole.

The imperial industrial world, which was originally 200,000 kilometers away and appeared grayish-brown, was now rapidly expanding in his field of vision at a terrifying speed!

The massive Sword-class frigate, a steel behemoth 1.6 kilometers long and weighing millions of tons, was held firmly by the planet's irresistible gravity after losing the thrust of its engines.

The bow of the ship began to tilt downwards involuntarily, and a layer of dark red, high-temperature plasma began to rise around the hull due to high-speed friction with the extremely thin outer atmosphere of the planet.

They are transforming into a giant fireball, irreversibly plummeting towards the Earth's surface!

If the ship were to crash directly to the ground at that speed and angle, even if the assassins had living metal shields and even if Lawson had completed his genetic leap, the entire ship, along with the assassins inside, would be reduced to an indistinguishable pile of atomic powder the instant of impact under such a physical collision, which is comparable to a small-scale extermination order.

On the violently rocking bridge, Lawson gripped a steel pillar with one hand, his body dangling in mid-air. Instead, he was filled with a calm that disregarded life and death.

"Cut off oxygen and energy supplies to all areas except the bridge and central life support zone! Seal all the leaking plasma inside the pipes!"

"All suicide squad members, move to the ship's core, thickest-armored safe compartment and airdrop isolation zone! Activate the internal impact protection field, and everyone securely fasten yourselves to the cushioning seats!"

"Those who can't get in, move them to the space wreck!"

Fortunately, his more than 8,000 main force soldiers were still in the wrecked spaceship, and less than 300 of them were killed in the explosion.

Like precise gears, they completed their great retreat, all shrinking into the most sturdy part of the warship's belly.

"Swarm intelligence, activate the oracles at maximum power for a deep scan! Show me what's on this wretched planet!" Lawson commanded.

After a period of static, the holographic projection screen finally managed to display an overhead image of the planet's surface below.

It was a hellish scene that could plunge any commander of the Imperial Defense Forces into utter despair.

Near the equator of this gray-brown industrial planet stand three enormous, towering imperial hives. These hives should have been as majestic and imposing as three steel mountains, but now their outer defensive walls are riddled with holes.

Around the Nest City, the land was covered with a terrifyingly vast green ocean!

That was an endless, hundreds of thousands, even millions of green-skinned hordes!

Like a green flood, they carried thousands upon thousands of dilapidated tanks, motorcycles, and tin can mechs spewing black smoke, frantically crashing into the hive's crumbling void shield and defensive artillery.

Even in space, Lawson could vaguely sense the violent Waaagh energy soaring into the sky!

Right behind this vast green formation, a massive red, high-heat energy source suddenly erupted in the holographic thermal image of the oracle on the screen!

The swarm intelligence quickly magnified the image and revealed the true nature of the massive heat source.

It was a colossal war beast that inspired awe and fear.

It stands over a hundred meters tall, with a bulky and enormous body, crudely pieced together from countless warship wrecks, reinforced concrete from city ruins, and large-caliber cannons.

It is not only a mobile super fortress, but also a physical embodiment of Mao Zedong in the Greenskin faith!

The ultimate land weapon of the green-skinned warriors, the Colossus!

On the massive command platform at the very top of this ancient behemoth, one can vaguely see an extremely large green-skinned warlord.

It stood there swaggering, brandishing a huge battle axe that burned with green flames, commanding the endless greenskin army below to attack the hive capital.

The ancient behemoth was radiating the most intense Waaagh energy, clearly the core brain and totem of this siege greenskin army!

"found it."

Lawson's lips curled into an incredibly cruel smile.

The crash was inevitable.

But how it crashed and where it hit are things that can be explored in detail!

"Swarm, calculate our current fall trajectory!"

"Without intervention, we will crash vertically at Mach 41 in 120 seconds onto a barren plain 300 kilometers from the capital. The kinetic energy generated by the impact will be equivalent to a nuclear bomb with a capacity of 10 million tons. The warship will have a 100% chance of disintegrating and the survival rate will be infinitely close to zero."

"If you fall vertically, you'll definitely die."

Lawson sneered, "We need an angle. We need to turn this ship into a skipping stone, not a nail driven straight into the ground."

"Disconnect the last backup power supply to all life support systems!"

Lawson issued the most reckless and gamble-like order: "Drain all the power! Force it into the three remaining side-thrust steering engines on the right!"

"I need to adjust the warship's angle of entry! I need to make this 1.6-kilometer-long steel behemoth cut into the atmosphere at a 15-degree angle!"

Inside the warship, all the lights went out at that moment, and darkness enveloped the dying behemoth.

All the energy was forcibly poured into the severely damaged side thrusters on the right side in an extremely brutal manner.

Boom! Pfft!

The side thruster emitted an extremely unstable blue exhaust flame, roaring silently in the vacuum.

Under this crucial lateral thrust, the warship's massive hull began to deflect very slowly.

The bow tilted with difficulty, crashing into the planet's thin atmosphere at a 15-degree angle.

Dark red, high-temperature plasma instantly enveloped the ship's hull.

"Armor temperature has exceeded the critical value! The external structure is disintegrating!"

"Second fine-tuning! Level the bow! Reduce the angle to eight degrees! Use the thickest adamantium chassis under the hull to withstand atmospheric friction!"

The remaining thrust erupted once more, and the 1.6-kilometer-long steel behemoth, amidst violent sonic booms and tremors, abruptly flattened its descent.

Like an iron block being rubbed at high speed on a piece of sandpaper, the armor plates on the ship's hull, which were several meters thick, were peeled off layer by layer and vaporized, leaving a scarlet trail that stretched for tens of kilometers.

"The speed is still too fast! Third fine-tuning! Unlock all ship permissions, open all external isolation hatches! Destroy weapon loading platforms! Artificially create air resistance!"

boom! boom! boom!

The massive cargo doors on both sides of the warship were forcibly flung open, and a violent hurricane instantly poured in, tearing the already damaged compartments to shreds.

Those protruding laser turrets and macro cannon arrays were torn apart and peeled off by the terrifying air resistance.

"Final fine-tuning! Cut angle reduced to three degrees! Prepare for gliding descent!"

The warship, like a giant razor, scraped through the clouds and precisely locked onto the ancient behemoth standing behind the green-skinned formation on the holographic projection!

Even after multiple decelerations and leveling, if one were to directly scrape against the surface rock at this speed, the violent rolling and secondary fracturing would still reduce the survival rate to almost zero.

Lawson's ultimate goal was never to slow things down with rocks.

Lawson gripped the armrests of the throne tightly, feeling the temperature outside the bridge rise rapidly. The bulletproof glass began to melt with a piercing sound due to the friction caused by the high temperature, and the whole world turned into a blinding orange-red sea of ​​fire.

"Get ready to receive this overwhelming wealth."

Looking at the endless green ocean on the screen, Lawson laughed more cruelly than a demon: "Isn't this army of millions of orcs the perfect speed bump?"

Let's rewind a few minutes.

The world of Obolos's Nest City.

In the vast, dark, and cruel Milky Way, worlds like Obolus are as numerous as hairs on a cow. In fact, it doesn't even count as a prominent footnote in the Ministry of the Interior's mountain of parchment archives that stretch for kilometers.

However, for the 12 billion humans living here, this planet, permanently shrouded in gray-brown industrial waste gas and toxic acid rain, is the entire universe as they know it.

The surface of the entire planet has long since lost all trace of natural landforms. Forests have been burned, rivers drained, and in their place stand three colossal, magnificent buildings that rise from the ground like steel peaks piercing the sky.

The main hives are number 1, 2, and 3.

Each nest is an independent microcosm with a strict hierarchy.

The deepest level, the Bottom Nest, is a dark abyss buried deep within the planet's crust, where highly toxic chemical waste flows. Mutated monsters, ghouls, and unspeakable horrors roam the lightless ruins, a hell that even the lowest-ranking gangs are unwilling to set foot in.

Above lies the most densely populated and chaotic area, the Lower Nest, a beehive of people. Billions of unregistered scum, gang members, mutants, and scavengers fight each other for a few mouthfuls of moldy corpse starch and a sliver of clean water. There are no laws here, only pure violence and gang rules.

Further up, past heavy alloy explosion-proof doors and strict checkpoints, lies Zhongchao. This is the beating heart of the planet's industry, where thousands of massive manufacturing plants roar day and night, the pungent smell of engine oil and black smoke from incinerators filling every corner.