Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson turned his attention to the [Scrap Area] on the system panel.

The clump of secondary heretical psionic residue, which was separated during the purification of green-skinned life points, was noticeably larger than before.

The gray mist was churning within the force field, and one could vaguely make out some twisted, green-skinned, roaring faces deep within it.

[Item: Lesser Heretical Psionic Residue (Trace Aggregate State)]

Purpose: Unknown.

Lawson closed the panel.

"Let's go, let's get moving."

Lawson hung the bomb gun back on his chest.

They must find a replacement ammunition and search for more lethal weapons.

Lawson and Number 1 advanced through a corridor filled with thick dust and unidentified slime.

“Tear that cable off, yes, tie it to that broken gear shaft.”

As he directed the operation, Lawson casually set up deadly traps.

The suicide squad members numbered 2, 3, 4, and 5, scattered across the other decks, were also carrying out this instinctive environmental modification.

Suspended heavy objects, jagged tripwires hidden in the shadows, a bottomless pit cleverly disguised...

These purely physical mechanical traps, in narrow, dimly lit passages, are just as deadly as a hand grenade.

Lawson's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

Something's not right...

He squatted at an intersection, his fingers touching the thick layer of dust on the ground.

There was no blood, no bullet casings, and no signs of burning.

"The 88th Assault Unit has seven thousand men. Even if they were a bunch of new recruits who had never seen blood, being slaughtered by the greens would at least leave behind a field of corpses and mountains of spent shell casings."

However, apart from the scattered signs of battle in the wreckage area of ​​Deck 77 where they initially landed, the area was as quiet as a dead city.

Where did those Astronaut Corps corpses go?

Where did their large quantities of laser guns, heavy explosives, plasma weapons, and logistical ammunition go?

Lawson remembered the group of green-skinned people he had encountered before.

Besides the armor pieced together from scrap metal, many of those orc boys wore Astragalus dog tags on their waists, and some even had Imperial chainsaw swords that had been crudely modified!

Lawson issued an order to Number 1, who was closest to the battlefield:

"Go back the way you came. Try to bypass that gate by going through the ventilation ducts overhead or the sewage channels below, and see if you can find the route left by the Greenskins after looting their spoils, or directly find their weapons storage site."

"clear."

About forty minutes later, a fluctuation of consciousness came from Number 1.

"Sir, we haven't found a route around the gate. The terrain in that area collapsed during the series of explosions, completely sealing off the physical passage. But..."

Number 1's perspective was shared in Lawson's mind.

He was lying on a thick beam.

In the passageway below him, a small green-skinned patrol led by two adult orc boys and followed by more than twenty fart sprites was strolling along.

"Delivery to my door."

Lawson gave the order: "Number 1, retreat slowly. Lure them towards intersection B-4. The rest of you, assemble at intersection B-4 immediately and prepare to ambush!"

Ten minutes later.

B-4 intersection.

Number 1 deliberately kicked over an empty metal oil drum less than fifty meters away from the green patrol team.

"Waaaaagh! It's a shrimp's voice! Over there!"

The two orc boys immediately brandished their machetes excitedly and, leading a bunch of chattering bastards, raced toward the source of the sound.

They had just rushed into the B-4 intersection.

Lawson, hidden in the shadows behind the load-bearing column, pulled the trigger.

"Oh!"

The orc boy running in the lead didn't even have time to turn his head before the .75 caliber bomb accurately struck his right temple.

The orc boy's entire upper half of his head instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist and bone fragments.

[Life Points +7]

Another orc boy went berserk.

"Waaaagh!! Damn shrimp!"

It raised its large-caliber death gun and prepared to fire in the direction Lawson had fired.

At the very moment it raised its gun.

Two dark figures leaped down from the ventilation grille directly above its head.

It's numbers 2 and 3!

Number 2's Katachon's Fang viciously stabbed towards the orc boy's right armpit, where he was holding a gun.

The broad, serrated blade pierced the flesh, severing the orc's brachial plexus and several major tendons.

The orc boy's right arm lost its strength, and the heavy Death Gun fell to the metal floor.

Number 3, which landed at the same time as Number 2, crashed into the orc's arms.

Katachon's Fang plunged from bottom to top, piercing deep into the orc boy's jawbone, the blade reaching straight to his brain!

The sharp blade shattered its brain, and the tip even emerged from the Baihui acupoint on the top of its head.

[Life Points +7]

With the sudden deaths of two adult orcs, the remaining twenty-odd fart spirits were thrown into panic.

Number 1, 4, and 5 emerged from the shadows.

With slashes, thrusts, and throat cuts, more than twenty fart demons were wiped out in less than thirty seconds.

From the moment Lawson fired the first shot to the moment the last bastard fell to the ground, less than a minute had passed.

"Clean up the battlefield quickly."

After they had searched through all the bodies, Lawson frowned again.

"You poor wretch!"

Aside from the life points credited to my account, there were no other substantial gains.

The broken guns those orcs were carrying were completely unusable by humans.

Lawson ordered everyone to evacuate quickly.

Chapter 9: Is eating orcs considered eating meat or vegetarian food?

They kept moving for the next half day.

Finding a safe temporary stop within this intricate metal framework isn't difficult; the challenge lies in the journey between safe points.

Lawson maintained a strict moving formation with the six players:

Number 1 is leading the way to scout the route.

Numbers 4 and 5 are monitoring the flanks on both sides.

Numbers 2 and 3 are in the middle, with Lawson behind, controlling the overall rhythm.

They did not encounter any more large groups of orcs.

Steel reserves continued to climb steadily, and various sizes of scrap metal were absorbed during the half-day's journey.

A broken hydraulic drive shaft, +0.18 cubic meters.

Half of the airtight door is damaged, +0.31 cubic meters.

Two pieces of outer shell armor that detached from the hull of an unidentified warship, +0.44 cubic meters.

Half an axle of an imperial chariot, +0.27 cubic meters.

The steel reserves displayed on the system interface have reached a figure that basically satisfies Lawson:

[Steel reserves: 53.4 cubic meters]

If he wanted, he could immediately exchange for fifty-three assassins, adding to the five he already had, to form a team of fifty-eight.

Of course, he didn't have enough life points.

During this process, they also found some random items.

A half-used roll of waterproof tape, several empty fuel rods, a damaged Imperial riot shield, and even a single-soldier flamethrower that could barely be lit, containing about a quarter of a canister of promethium fuel.

Just then, a signal that surprised him came through the consciousness channel.

On panel number 1, a status marker he had never seen before appeared.

Lawson stared at the mark for two seconds.

【hunger】

They had been operating in this wrecked ship for quite some time, and apart from Lawson's military rations that were as hard as bricks, no one had eaten anything.

Lawson looked down to check his condition and confirmed that his stomach was also beginning to protest in a rather impolite way.

He took out the military ration, squeezed it, and found it as hard as some kind of building material.

If this is divided among six people, each person will receive a piece about the size of a small child's bite.

Lawson took it back.

He thought for a moment and made a decision that, according to general imperial military doctrine, would likely be classified as a serious violation, punishable by caning and then handed over to the legal officer for further processing:

"Number 1, go to that ventilation duct we passed ten minutes ago and cut off the thigh of that green-skinned corpse that was killed by the trap."