Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Immersed in the gel were the enormous and perfectly preserved [High-Level Tyrannical Synaptic Nerve Center] and [Brain Core of the First Generation Genestealer Patriarch]! The Blood Gate Master of the Dark Eldar loved to capture alien creatures at the edge of the galaxy for flesh-and-blood stitching experiments, and these were the top-quality biological materials they had stockpiled.

But for Lawson, this was the ultimate evolutionary supplement for the Norn Gene Weaving Furnace!

The Dark Eldar have more than just these good things.

They also possess hundreds of thousands of tons of flawless spirit bones stolen from the Ark Eldar, tens of thousands of canisters of high-purity liquid living metal secretly extracted from a certain peripheral tomb world, and even a [Mars Primitive Plasma Reactor] left over from the Great Rebellion...

These treasures, which the Dark Eldar had kept hidden away in their warehouses, were emptied out in batches, on a planetary scale!

The Supreme Lord quickly realized that this was most likely the work of Lawson again, and in his anger, Comoros once again faced a bloody purge.

Victor didn't regret provoking Lawson; he just cursed the Chaos Gods as useless. He said that Lawson had been arrogant in the dark side of the Empire for so long and hadn't been eliminated yet, and now he was causing trouble for the Dark Eldar.

The Chaos Gods are all useless, Abaddon is useless, and the Eldar of the Ark are the most useless of the useless.

We must get rid of Lawson, or Comoros will never have peace.

On the other hand, the dark side of the empire is reaping a bountiful harvest.

Comoros has too many supplies to fit in just one or two warehouses, so Lawson specially designated hundreds of huge storage worlds.

The numbers are numbered from KMR-001 to KMR-477.

The static force field channel flickers day and night, and batches of supplies disappear from a planet in the Comoros and appear on the sorting platforms of these storage worlds.

Cloned spies in the swarm network automatically mark valuable resources within the Comoros, stasis beacons are automatically activated, and keystone sequences are automatically moved and categorized.

Lawson didn't need to get involved in the entire process.

All the technology in the minds of the Black Sun Craftsmen and the Chief Foundry Master was intercepted and organized by the swarm intelligence.

Lawson was very satisfied with this, which is why UR-025 was needed.

The static force field unfolded in the laboratory. When UR-025 landed, a polymer fishing rod was hanging on its left shoulder, and its right hand was still holding half of the fishing line that had not been fully reeled in.

The built-in audio module is playing an ancient Terra symphony, with the string section just reaching the slow movement of the third movement.

"boss."

UR-025's optical lens swept around the lab, "If you've come to me to reinstall systems on some wrecked ship, I'm going to file for labor arbitration right now."

He took the fishing rod off his shoulder and leaned it against the holographic projection table.

"The firewall patch for the Seventh Blackrock Fortress was just installed. I had only been farming in the pond in the vacation area for half an hour, and I was just about to load up my cargo when you dragged me back! Article 7, Section 3 of the contract, the right to paid rest, it's in black and white."

Lawson ignored his complaints. An iron man who doesn't eat fish, wouldn't it be a waste of his time to fish all day?

The swarm intelligence has just completed the dismantling and reorganization of all the memories of the chief forging master of the Black Sun. Hundreds of thousands of years of Dark Eldar stellar engineering experience has been compressed into a high-density data package.

Lawson threw it directly into the logic core of UR-025 via a one-way protocol.

"Look at this, a specialty of Comoros. You didn't have this in your golden age, did you?"

Lawson walked to the holographic projection table and lit up the display area, explaining, "The underlying logic of the Ilyadin star confinement cage, and the network pocket dimension folding algorithm."

The symphony card in the UR-025's built-in audio module stopped at a higher pitch.

"Space curvature folding... dark matter tethers... directly exploiting stellar main sequence fusion?"

"These are all really good stuff!"

The UR-025's speaker trembled slightly, a rare occurrence, and it no longer bothered to complain about Lawson interrupting its vacation.

"The Golden Age certainly didn't have this technology. Back then, technology could extinguish stars and even reignite them. But in this microscopic spatial trick of using stars as portable power banks, those pointed ears really took a different extreme route."

UR-025's mechanical knuckles tapped rapidly on the control panel, bringing up the underlying architecture of the data package: "The confinement cage uses dark matter to construct a gravitational skeleton, the folding algorithm compresses the physical volume of stars to the level of planetary cores, and the tether is responsible for maintaining fusion balance during the scaling process... The precision requirements are extremely high, but the principle is entirely feasible."

"So, we can also compress stars in batches and use them as energy?" Lawson asked.

“With the specific data and technology in hand, coupled with the production capacity of these world-forging entities on the dark side of the nation, it’s only a matter of time,” UR-025 stated confidently. “Capturing stars is a minor issue, but where do you plan to store it?”

He pulled up the energy output curve and kept calculating: "Even the Empire's largest Glory Queen-class battleship, with a power source of this level, would probably overload and melt as soon as the main plasma pipeline is connected. In the current ships, there is no structure that can withstand this kind of output."

Lawson reached out and lit up a huge sphere on the holographic star map.

"The existing warships are obviously not suitable, but the combat moon should be fine, right?"

A piercing electrical shriek escaped from the UR-025's speaker.

"Boss! I don't know how to express my feelings."

His speech suddenly quickened to three times its normal speed. "What is the underlying architecture of the Battle Moon? It's like stuffing a compressed star into it, which is equivalent to forcibly installing an antimatter nuclear-powered engine into an old Terran-era farm tractor!"

UR-025 clutched its head, adopting a human-like posture of despair: "What a waste! The energy coupling efficiency isn't even 30%!"

Lawson slapped his large hand on UR-025's mechanical shoulder armor: "025, your vision is too limited."

"The entire Milky Way galaxy has a conservative estimate of 200 billion stars. Low coupling efficiency? Wasteful? At worst, if they burn out, I'll just go catch a few more."

Lawson released his grip, turned around, and walked back to the projection table. "The largest unit I have right now is the combat moon. Install the good stuff on it first. As for the carrier, it's not good enough... we'll have heavy industry build a bigger moon later."

The UR-025's processor idled for three clock cycles; this domineering boss always talks about overclocking the processor.

He had never heard such arrogance before, like saying, "If there aren't enough stars, I'll catch more." It was during the height of the Golden Age that he had heard such a boast. He never imagined that such an interesting figure would emerge in this era, ten thousand years later.

This boss is probably much more troublesome than any human emperor.

UR-025 spread its robotic arms and let out a long electronic sigh.

"You're the boss, you call the shots. You tell me to put the star into the tractor, and I'll do it for you. Who told me to just be a worker?"

He retrieved the internal structural blueprints of the Battle Moon. The logic core was already planning a modification scheme in sync. The energy distribution network had to be redesigned from scratch, and the heat dissipation system had to be expanded at least four times. All of these had to be redesigned.

The project was massive, but for a machine from the golden age, complexity was never the problem; time was.

"Preliminary estimates suggest that it will take about eight to ten months from modifying the carrier structure to completing the stellar compression and infusion. If the T sequence works in full cooperation and Agrippina's casting capacity is prioritized, it can be compressed to six months."

Lawson agreed to the renovation schedule.

Just as UR-025 was about to continue reporting on the modification details, it suddenly stopped, and the red optical lens flashed twice, as if it was making some kind of internal decision-making.

"However, boss, now that you've even pieced together the puzzle of unlimited energy, I have a suggestion."

"These warships the Empire is currently using..."

UR-025 pulled up a holographic image of the exterior of a Lunar-class cruiser, and even darkened the optical lens by a degree in disdain: "Everywhere there are flying churches, Gothic carvings and useless clock towers. The energy conversion rate is so low that even interns from the Golden Age would cry. The Chaos side is even more outrageous; it's an insult to engineering."

He turned off the image of the Luna-class cruiser and projected an encrypted folder instead.

"I have kept the blueprints for several types of main warships from the golden age here."

"It wasn't because I was stingy that I didn't bring them out before, it was because the Empire's existing plasma reactors couldn't power them, and they would have been just waste paper. But now we have compressed stars..."

He pressed the encryption unlock button, and three warships slowly appeared on the holographic projection, completely different from the current interstellar warship design.

Streamlined geometric contours, large areas of dark gray composite armor interspersed with dark gold energy rails – this is the technology of the Golden Age.

UR-025 refers to the smallest ship, which is about four kilometers long: "A light fast strike ship with a top speed of up to three times that of an Imperial cruiser. Its main weapon is a continuous-wave energy spear that can precisely cut targets from 12,000 kilometers away."

He moved his finger to the middle ship, which was about eight kilometers long: "Heavy capital ship, multi-layered composite shield, main gun is a pulse-type gravity collapse cannon, a single shot can crush an asteroid into a metal pancake."

Finally, he pointed to the largest warship, which was fifteen kilometers long. A giant energy spine ran from bow to stern along the central axis of the ship. The entire structure of the ship revolved around this spine, with all energy pipelines, shield generators, and weapon arrays radiating outward from the central axis, forming a perfect symmetry.

"The super battleship's main weapon is the central spine cannon, which can burn a rift in the surface of a star with a single shot. Its auxiliary weapon array is enough to suppress a mixed fleet at the same time."

UR-025 turned its head and mimicked a human chuckle: "I can build all of these for you, but I have one condition: give me a year's vacation after this is over. I want to go to an ice-free ocean planet to fish for megalodon sharks."

Lawson stared at the 15-kilometer-long super battleship. "Build the biggest one first. I'll give you three months of leave."

"Boss, you can't exploit your workers like this!"

UR-025's metal shoulder armor suddenly bulged, emitting a series of electronic groans: "Even human capitalists before the Great Rebellion weren't as heartless as you! Cutting the year down to three months? Is this your respect for the technological legacy of the Golden Age? You chill me to the bone."

Lawson expressionlessly reached out and made a gesture to turn off the holographic projection.

"If you don't want it for three months, go back and tighten the screws for Battle Moon."

"I want it!"

UR-025 lunged forward with its entire mechanical body, its arms protecting the control panel. The speed was so fast that even the swarm node recorded an abnormal acceleration peak.

"Look at you, you can't take a joke at all!"

025 swiftly transferred the encryption permissions for the three blueprints to Lawson's authorization channel, muttering to himself, "Three months is fine, let's not waste it. I'm really looking forward to the reaction of the Mechanicus once this ship is built."

Lawson ignored UR-025's chatter, and he cared even less about the Mechanical Church's reaction.

The design of that super battleship was entirely based on his aesthetic.

The 15-kilometer-long streamlined hull slowly rotated in the blue light, while the energy output curve of the central spinal cannon scrolled in the data window next to it.

“UR-025”.

Lawson withdrew his gaze: "The modification of the combat moon and the laying of the keel of this ship will proceed simultaneously. The moon is the priority, the warship is the second. T-100, T-111, and T-112 will all be transferred to cooperate with you. From today onwards, foundries No. 7 to No. 12 will only accept your orders."

"Also, if there is still time, help me continue to modify the twelve battle moons. I will entrust the design of them, inside and out, to you."

UR-025's chatter abruptly stopped, and he was given so many tasks again.

The entire production capacity of six planetary-level foundries was dedicated to a single project. Such resource allocation was rare even in the mega-projects of the golden age.

"Okay, okay, stop giving me tasks. I'll go get to work now."

UR-025 picked up the fishing rod from the ground, carefully put it away, and reattached it to her shoulder armor. The symphony in the audio module continued from where the third movement had gotten stuck.

…………

Warning Star, the central square of Nakmunde's Wartime Command Court.

The three thousand heavily armored warriors of the Lamenters Legion stood in formation in the morning light, their yellow paint and checkered shoulder armor gleaming with a cold, hard ceramic-like texture under the light.

For a long time, the Crying Chapter was known as the most unfortunate sub-chapters of the Blood Angels.

When Lawson first encountered them, the entire warband was reduced to only two half-crippled companies, and they were not far from being wiped out.

Lawson was quite fond of the Astartes Chapter, which cared for civilians, and took the best care of them.

They were also given special consideration in terms of the quota for the Astartes.

The three thousand people standing in the square have no connection with that ill-fated fighting group from the past.

They were all transformed into Skyforged Astartes, making them taller and more powerful in combat.

The Skyforged Astartes is currently the Empire's most highly skilled mass-produced war machine. After Guilliman visited the Empire's dark side, he incorporated the Skyforged Astartes into the Empire's combat order.

He also left some observers in the dark side of the empire, whose main task was to visit and learn about the advanced war tactics of the dark side of the empire.

At this moment, the most comical scene occurred in the formation of the square.