Warhammer: Empire Reboot

After emerging, the assassins quickly scouted the surrounding area and then became porters.

Under the coordination of swarm intelligence, five thousand people were divided into hundreds of professional demolition teams, infiltrating the wrecked ship like ghosts.

Upon reaching the pre-set location, they would carry out several barrels of extremely compressed liquid promethium from the [Arsenal] space, or a group of people would work together to drag several tons of macro cannon shells out of the light gate using a single-thread rope.

They skillfully evaded the orc and demon hordes, secretly planting deadly explosives.

It must be mentioned that the [Armory] is perfectly suited for this task. They don't need to carry heavy objects or move unstable explosives when they operate. They can simply travel light, bypass some orcs through the ventilation ducts, reach the designated location, and then quietly take the explosives from the [Armory], place them in place, and then head to another location.

In addition to individual or small group actions, there are also several large groups that act collectively.

They were responsible for setting up the site of a high-powered explosion.

The First Brigade was responsible for setting up the thermal and pressure hell.

They entered a decommissioned core cargo hold belonging to a transport ship.

"The cannon shells were piled up in the center of the compartment in a pyramid formation."

Hundreds of suicide soldiers piled thousands of giant shells into a steel mountain, with each shell's primer detonator connected in series with fiber optic detonators to form a massive detonation network.

Then, thousands of barrels of highly compressed promethium were dumped onto the mountain of shells, forming a fuel lake on the cargo hold floor that was ankle-deep. The suicide bombers used welding torches to completely weld shut all the exits, leaving only one escape route.

In this completely enclosed cabin filled with highly concentrated promethium volatile gas, once the primer is detonated, the explosive energy will flow along the pre-set directional blast holes, forming a directional overpressure shock wave that sweeps across the main passage. The demons along the way will be crushed into subatomic blood mist before they can even scream.

The second battalion was responsible for setting up nuclear meltdown traps.

Deep within the wrecked ship, the plasma reactors of cruisers and even battleships must still remain. Although these engines are now out of service, their cores still contain enough energy to destroy a continent.

On deck 210, in an area where gravity had become abnormally distorted, a team of assassins located the main plasma reactor of a Tyrant-class cruiser from the Great Expedition era. The massive spherical structure still faintly emitted a blue glow, like a sleeping heart.

The suicide bombers climbed the external pipes of the reactor like geckos, attaching tons of molten explosives to key stress points on the main coolant circulation lines and magnetic confinement rings.

This is using the enemy's own strength against them, severing the cooling system and destroying the magnetic confinement, causing the plasma inside the reactor to instantly go out of control at tens of millions of degrees. Once a cruiser-class reactor detonates, its power is no less than that of a small-yield stellar explosion.

If several such reactors were detonated simultaneously in several key parts of the wrecked ship, the chain reaction explosion would be enough to break the ship in half.

The third brigade constructs a disintegrating and collapsing hell.

The reason why the space wreckage is gathered together is entirely due to the unstable weld points and gravity stress nodes formed by the collision and compression of the warship wreckage in subspace.

Carrying massive amounts of thermoplastic explosives, the suicide bombers, guided by a holographic stress analysis diagram constructed using swarm intelligence, performed what was akin to a cosmic-level surgery, covering the structural framework at the junction of the two giant ships, which bore tens of millions of tons of stress, with directional thermoplastic explosive packages.

Once these stress points are severed by high temperatures at the same time, the fragile mechanical balance of the wrecked ship will completely collapse. The unsupported wreckage will then undergo an irreversible, large-scale chain collapse under the combined tearing force of the ship's own chaotic gravitational field and its own inertia.

Hundreds of thousands of tons of steel ruins buried or crushed all living things below.

One deadly explosive device after another was placed.

Forty-eight hours in total.

Five thousand suicide soldiers, without causing any large-scale battle, deployed millions of tons of high-energy explosives transferred from the planet Obolos onto every artery and heart of the wrecked spaceship.

A massive, explosive net, powerful enough to destroy a wrecked spaceship, was silently unfurled.

"Commander, the final fireworks setup is complete, and all detonation points have been connected to the highest-level countdown sequence of the swarm intelligence."

"Well done."

Standing in the governor's office, Lawson glanced at the system panel: "Now, it's time for me to personally act as bait."

hum!

Lawson stepped into the static force field.

When his boots touched solid ground again, he was already standing next to the suicide soldiers inside the wrecked spaceship.

At this moment, the stern of the wrecked ship had completely torn apart the veil of reality and plunged deep into the subspace storm.

Subspace energy poured into the corridor like a flood bursting its banks.

The air was thick with the smells of blood and sulfur, as well as whispers that could instantly break a mortal's spirit.

The laws of reality began to distort; fleshy tentacles sprouted from the walls, and the steel floor undulated as if breathing.

Lawson stood in a wide square.

He knew that Khorne's demons harbored an unparalleled hatred for him. Because he was a being capable of permanently annihilating demonic souls, it was as if, in front of a group of misers who considered gold their lifeblood, he had not only stolen their gold but also turned it into dung right before their eyes.

"Since you hate me so much..."

Lawson spread his arms, tilted his head back, and roared at the dark void deep within the wrecked ship, which was now connected to the warp: "Then come and get me! You bunch of red-skinned scum!"

He completely released the suppression of his internal spiritual energy after the genetic leap.

Endogenous psionic energy is like a supernova igniting in the night, deliberately mixed with the unique energy signature of the assassin system that intercepts souls and purifies everything, as well as undisguised contempt and mockery.

To the devil, this is like pouring hundreds of tons of fresh blood into a shark swarm that has been starving for ten days.

Almost at the same second.

From deep within the wrecked ship came a non-human roar powerful enough to shatter steel.

"It's him! That thief! That blasphemer who will cause our eternal annihilation!"

"Tear him apart! Torture his soul in a pool of blood for ten thousand years!"

Countless dark red subspace rifts tore open in various parts of the wrecked ship, and thousands of vampires, wielding burning brass blades, surged out of the rifts like a red tsunami, rushing toward the location of Lawson's psionic eruption.

Not only the vampires, but also the Khorne Progenitors, whose massive size required tearing open the cabin dome to squeeze in, and even several large demon projections radiating terrifying pressure, rushed into the wrecked ship like rabid dogs smelling blood.

"Good, the more the better."

Lawson smiled as he watched the dense red dots, like radar snowflakes, encircle him from all directions.

The hunt begins.

Lawson turned around, the Tiger King power armor engine burst into flames, and he began a frantic tactical escape through the maze-like passages of the wrecked ship.

He moved with incredible speed, yet controlled his pace precisely, always maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far, allowing the demon chasing him to see his back but never quite catch him.

He would occasionally turn around and fire a burst of explosive grenades, accurately blowing the heads off several of the fastest-charging vampires.

The system notification sound, "[Subspace Energy +12]," stimulated his nerves like a stimulant, while the permanent demise of his companion caused the demon's hatred to soar to its peak.

The demons went completely mad, abandoning all formation and pushing forward recklessly.

More and more demons were drawn in by Lawson's aura, and the entire passage was filled with red flesh and burning hellblades.

"A demonic projection has been detected ahead. The rear and side passages are completely blocked. The encirclement is about to close," the swarm intelligence alerted.

Lawson glanced around and saw tens of thousands of demons surrounding him at a huge crossroads.

Ahead, a projection of a bloodthirsty berserker, over ten meters tall, wielded a flaming whip more than ten meters long and slashed down at him.

Die, you blasphemer!

"Just with a projection?"

A microsecond before the whip fell, the stasis field portal beneath Lawson's feet opened without warning.

He stepped in.

The blazing whip melted the crossroads into a lake of lava.

But Lawson has disappeared.

The demons fell into a brief silence the moment their prey vanished into thin air.

Three seconds later.

"I'm right here!"

Fifteen kilometers away, Lawson stepped out of the portal opened by the assassins at another anchor point, his psionic energy instantly reaching its peak, flashing like a super-powerful searchlight in the subspace sensing network.

The bloodthirsty madman let out a soul-rending roar.

"Chase them! Find them! Tear them to pieces!"

The entire demon army on the wrecked ship turned around frantically again, rushing towards the new coordinates like a red torrent.

This is Lawson's most ingenious and shameless tactic: a time-space jump using a static force field.

Using the anchor points of the assassins scattered throughout the wrecked ship, he was like an assassin who could teleport infinitely.

If you're about to be surrounded, jump away and unleash your psionic energy from over ten kilometers away to continue taunting them.

This dog-walking tactic completely drove the Khorne demons to madness.

They are becoming increasingly irritable.

Even the wild demons wandering in the warp storms around Obulus, as well as the high-ranking demons who sensed this arrogant aura, couldn't sit still and rushed into the wrecked ship like moths to a flame.

The green-skinned orcs, bored by the demons' retreat, shouted upon hearing the deafening roar and seeing the sky filled with flying red demons: "WAAAAAAAAGH!!! Those big red shrimps are out again! Slash them down!"

Hundreds of thousands of green-skinned soldiers crashed into the demonic torrent like a green tsunami.

The red and green colors collided violently like two meat grinders.

Soon, even the gene stealers, who were unwilling to fight demons and orcs, were drawn into the conflict.

The cunning chieftain was helpless. The damned human jumped to the entrance of his lair, unleashed a psionic taunt, and ran away. Then, a large number of orcs and demons swarmed in.

Lawson stirred up trouble everywhere, using time travel to move between different war zones, leading demons towards the greenskins, and then leading the greenskins to the most densely populated areas of demons.

Then they completely outsmarted the cunning fellow.

Single-handedly, he turned the entire derelict spaceship into a super explosive barrel filled with gunpowder and igniting from friction.

"almost."

The assassins he used as anchor points for jumping were almost all killed, and Lawson had completed his operation to lure the enemy.

He stood on the ruins of a ship's bridge, looking at the densely packed orcs and demons fighting each other in the distance, along with a large number of cunning individuals.

"Start the countdown, begin evacuation."

In various hidden corners of the wrecked ship, the surviving assassins gradually evacuated using the static force field.

But Lawson didn't remove them all; he left three behind.

The lossless benefits and time-space teleportation of the suicide squad system require suicide squads as coordinate anchors to maintain network connectivity.

He was unsure whether, after the wrecked ship sank into subspace or was destroyed, the system, without an anchor point, could still determine kill rewards across star systems, separated by light-years and subspace storms.

Driven by the prospect of immense wealth, Lawson made a ruthless decision.

Deep within the wrecked ship, in the three ancient servant warehouses—located at the bow, midsection, and stern—with the thickest armor and locked by mithril doors, he left behind three ordinary assassins.