Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The top-ranked fighter glanced at the monitoring screen and clicked his tongue.

"It is indeed much better than the original casting. It seems that the boss's experiment was a success."

The second combatant throws the empty syringe into the recycling tank.

"But that's about it, similar to the Imperial Guards, I mean in terms of strength."

Upon hearing these words, Andros's last shred of clarity in his pupils was almost burned away by rage.

"Release me! I demand a Chapter Trial! I demand contact with the Ultramarines! I demand a report to Lord Guilliman! I demand the intervention of the Martian Mechanicus!"

The number one fighter in the order of battle frowned at his noise.

"You ungrateful wretch, if you keep making noise I'll chop you up and put you in the Dreadnought Mech."

A hint of longing appeared in Andros's eyes.

"You keep your word!"

"Then stuff me into the Fearless!"

With his last breath, Andros said, "I'd rather have the Dreadnought than have this damn modification crammed into me!"

The combat sequence looked at him and remained silent for half a second.

Then he turned to the genetics director and asked, "Was his brain always bad, or did you guys mess it up?"

The genetics director calmly said, "Let's relaunch the testing."

Andros wanted to speak, but a second round of sedatives completely suppressed his nerve activity.

His vision went black again.

The genetics director stood behind the protective glass.

On the main screen, the test results are refreshed one by one.

"Secondary mineralization of bones is stable."

"Strengthen normal cardiopulmonary function."

"The modified Belissa furnace has entered low-power standby mode."

"The integration rate of the deep interface of the black shell is 98.3%".

"The cellular brain nucleus communication link is stable."

"The structure of the soul does not collapse."

"Chaotic contamination, negative."

"Orc spore residue has been removed."

"The genetic seed is complete."

"The rejection response is below the threshold."

"Combat potential assessment, increased."

"Director, all of them passed."

Another genetic scientist whispered, "It's not just up to standard; the degree of integration is even higher than the simulated extreme value."

The genetics director looked at Andros.

"The first successful Skyforged Space Marine modification!"

The genetics director uploaded the results to the swarm intelligence platform via a communication channel.

At the same time, at the Agrippina surface foundry.

The massive assembly line stretches for tens of kilometers.

Titan-class hydraulic hammers pounded down, crimson armor plates slid out of the furnace, and robotic arms delivered pieces of ceramic steel and refined gold structures into the armor production tank.

Lawson stood on the high-rise maintenance platform.

In the distance, the blue light from the plasma reactor illuminates half of the factory.

At that moment, the swarm intelligence delivered the report from Emergency Room Number One to him.

After reading it, Lawson smiled.

"The effect is pretty good."

"However, Andros's reaction is in line with his character."

KY-078's voice came through the remote channel: "Boss, the sample is extremely resistant. If not restrained in the long term, he may try to sabotage himself or attack the medical team again."

Lawson said, "Keep it locked up for now!"

"His reaction itself is a sample of data. The Ultramarines rely on their personality for their powerful Holy Scriptures. After emergency modifications on the battlefield, their identity collapsed. This provides a good opportunity to observe the conflict between the Hive Core and the original Chapter's loyalty and Holy Scripture faith."

"Guilliman will be here soon; let him handle it himself then."

KY-078 said, "Understood."

Lawson continued, "All severely wounded Astartes in all subsequent Imperial Dark Side war zones who meet the criteria will be included in the Skyforge modification candidate list."

"Does chapter authorization need to be obtained?"

"If authorization is possible, then do so. If authorization is not possible in time, then treat it as emergency battlefield medical care."

Lawson continued to look down at the production line.

This is the Cornerstone Combat Suit production line.

On the assembly line, XV8 Cornerstone Standard Combat Suit units, not yet fully painted, are fixed on the assembly rack. With the outer shell open, the internal neural interfaces, hydraulic muscle bundles, propulsion backpacks, and weapon hardpoints are being installed one by one by a swarm of drones.

On the other side, the smaller XV25 reconnaissance marker resembles a row of silent metal hounds, its shell covered by an unactivated stealth field generator, with a swarm fire control access port reserved on its chest.

The modifications to the XV8 and XV25 have been finalized.

These two combat suits have already begun to be deployed in the tens of millions.

The results were quite good, and the battlefield performance was also satisfactory.

It was impossible to cover every hive and every wasteland frontier with combat orders, and frequent repositioning using static fields was also quite cumbersome.

It is different now.

A cornerstone squad equipped with XV8s can withstand an entire wave of Ork assaults in the hive districts.

A reconnaissance team equipped with XV25 can lie in wait behind enemy lines for several days, marking all enemy armor, artillery positions, warehouses, and command nodes, which can then be cleared out in one round of railgun fire.

Lawson was very satisfied with this.

But he was not satisfied with the other two production lines.

At the end of the observation corridor, another separate factory is separated by a black armored door.

Inside were two heavily armored combat suits that had been partially dismantled.

XV88 wide-blade modification.

XV104 Torrent Modification.

The former was originally positioned by the Tau Clan as a heavy firepower node, while the latter was their proud heavy armor platform.

On the third test site, Lawson indeed saw their value.

The XV88 heavy railgun is powerful enough to be suitable for basic defensive lines.

The XV104 boasts fierce firepower, thick shields, and strong suppressive power, making it very useful when placed in the core of a fortress and planetary defense positions.

But it was only useful; it fell far short of his requirements.

Lawson walked into the heavy equipment production area.

Several technical supervisors from the Turks and Agrippina's engineering suicide squad are arguing.

A bunch of structural data floated on the console, with propulsion system, shield energy consumption, joint pressure bearing capacity, weapon hardpoints, and cockpit adaptation schemes being repeatedly simulated.

Each one works, but none of them are good enough.

After being modified to be driven by human cornerstones, the XV88 is indeed more stable and reacts faster than the original Tau version. After its firepower is integrated with the swarm, its hit rate is also a level higher.

But it is still a mobile turret.

Slow legs, slow turning speed, and almost no ability to protect oneself in close combat.

Once you're caught in close combat by Orcish chariots, Chaos Dreadnoughts, or large Tyrannosaurus Rex, you can only wait for the battle order to come to your rescue.

The problems with XV104 are more obvious.

It's big, has powerful firepower, and thick shields, but the bigger it is, the dumber it gets.

While the thrusters can indeed perform high-mobility jumps in a short period of time, they cannot handle the heat during sustained combat, and the joint response cannot keep up with the pace of the swarm tactical model.

What Lawson wants is not a jumping turret.

What he wanted was a heavily armored war beast capable of tearing apart knights and titans on the battlefield.

He wants the Foundation Sequence to no longer have to wait for the Combat Sequence and Titan Legion to come to the rescue on certain battlefields.

He wanted the empire's dark side to have its own army of steel behemoths.

"It still doesn't work."

After reviewing the seventy-second version of the renovation plan, Lawson immediately turned off the projector.

The technical director of the company looked stiff.

The Agrippina Engineering suicide squad bowed their heads and awaited orders.

Lawson did not blame them.

Because they have already reached the limits of the current technological system.

The Tau's combat suit system is very advanced, but its development path was never intended to directly confront the Imperial Knights Titans.

It emphasizes mobility, long-range firepower, modularity, and squad coordination.

What Lawson wants now is something else entirely.

He wanted a heavy combat mech that could charge, bite, withstand heavy artillery fire, and tear a Knight Titan apart at close range.

"Move UR-025 over."