Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Ironically, on the dark side of the empire's borders, ordinary civilians began moving into dwellings equipped with environmental filtration and recycling systems, using highly effective and non-toxic synthetic nutrients, and enjoying basic medical care far exceeding that of the empire's nobles.

The technology that created this ideal life for humanity was the alien technology that the Empire considered heretical.

Agrippina forges the world, the sixth orbital transfer hub.

The vast network of channels emitted a deep blue light day and night.

Countless heavy transport ships lined up in a long, winding line, emerging from the net channel and docking at the sorting platform that stretched for hundreds of kilometers.

Tens of millions of cornerstone workers are performing their work with absolute efficiency here.

On the left side of the storage yard are the first batch of tithe goods that have just arrived from the Tau Empire.

Those huge packaging boxes were painted in the white color characteristic of titanium.

Boxes of monocrystalline armor plates, medical units, and drone cores were neatly stacked, forming white, metallic mountains that stretched as far as the eye could see.

On the right side of the storage yard, however, lies a completely different scene.

Those were stolen goods from the Dark Eldar, continuously transported back by Imperial clones lurking in the Comoros through a static force field.

There was no neat packaging; twisted bone sculptures, dark matter containers emitting eerie light, the wreckage of a forcibly severed Ark engine, and scattered rare alien ores were piled up haphazardly together.

The supervisory node, standing at a high vantage point, overlooks this massive hub.

On the left are the clean and orderly tributes of the Titans, and on the right are the bloody and chaotic loot from the Comoros.

A path built on absolute violent plunder, tearing apart the flesh and blood of the enemy to nourish oneself.

The other path is built upon a brutal order of governance, using systems and contracts to drain the future of a civilization.

Plunder and domination intersected perfectly here, together forging the unshakeable material foundation of the empire.

Lawson looked at the final summary data at his side.

Simply calculating the tithe revenue for this year, the resources and production lines provided by the Tau Empire allowed Agrippina's casting world to achieve an overall production capacity that directly surpassed the natural accumulation cycle of eleven years.

The core processing matrix of the swarm network is still operating at full power.

Based on the current industrial recovery rate of the Titanium Empire, population growth, and the prospects for the application of new technologies, the swarm network has established a three-year data model.

The light streams representing the deduction results converge on the holographic projection.

The model shows that as long as O'Shova can stabilize the situation in the Tau Empire and complete the reconstruction of its infrastructure, the total amount of supplies and energy transported that year will be four times the current massive list when the Tau Empire truly begins to pay its full tithes in the third year.

Just then.

A distress signal, marked as having the highest priority, suddenly came from a special frequency band deep within the swarm network.

The distress message came from Ultramarines Chapter Leader Calgar.

Calgar's current base is one of the most brutal meat grinders in the Imperial Holy Land—Hamijidoton.

This planet is facing a green revolution that seems to never end.

An endless horde of orcs is launching a frenzied attack on this crucial defensive line of the empire.

Here, life is the cheapest commodity, and every day millions of Asgardian soldiers and Orks turn into rotten mud on the radioactive wasteland.

The Armageddon Line is now filled with a large number of Astartes Chapters who have responded to the call to arms.

As the Supreme Coordinator of Astartes, Calgar oversaw the tactical deployment of all Space Marines, while the spiritual leader and overall defensive core of the ground forces was the legendary Commissar Arrek, renowned throughout the galaxy.

Even with these two top commanders of the empire in command, the war situation was still sliding into the abyss.

According to the war zone star map sent back by Karga, the orcs' troop replenishment completely defies basic logic.

Green-skinned orcs rained down on the atmosphere, and every second new orcs landed on the planet, joining the frenzied battle cries.

Hades and Tempetstra, two crucial hive cities, have completely fallen.

A massive number of orcs have taken over the lower-level pipelines and heavy industrial areas, and orc engineers are transforming the Empire's production lines into crudely made but heavily armed arsenals.

Helsridge, Tartarus, and other places were cut off from the outside world by tens of millions of Greenskins and were trapped in a desperate siege.

On the most expansive fiery wasteland on the planet's surface, the Imperial armored legions and the Orcish chariot forces were locked in a pure war of attrition with no winners.

Faced with an endless army of orcs, Kargar bypassed the Highlords Council of Terra and directly sought tactical assistance from the Shaper of the Empire.

Looking at the constantly flashing red alerts on the star map, Lawson smiled slightly: "Isn't this a coincidence? First, dispatch three thousand combat troops and twenty million TIA Alliance troops to Armageddon!"

"Tell Calga that support from the Empire's shadowy side will arrive soon!"

Chapter 281 Hamidodton is Ulanno!!!

A top-secret holographic data panel, recently compiled by the swarm network, floated in front of Lawson.

On the data panel, a planet enveloped in yellowish-brown industrial waste gas and volcanic ash is slowly rotating.

The name of this planet resounds throughout the entire human empire; it represents blood, resilience, and a relentless meat grinder—Armageddon.

A vast amount of information about this planet cascaded down in the holographic projection like a waterfall.

Those secrets buried by the dust of history are also revealed to Lawson.

Armageddon is more than just a place name.

Within the empire's complex and hierarchical star map administrative divisions, the coordinate suffix of this planet is sufficient to illustrate its political and military status.

Solar region → Armageddon sector → Armageddon sub-sector → Armageddon system.

From star sectors and sub-sectors to galaxies and even the capital world, everything is named after Armageddon.

In the imperial administrative system, this naming convention signifies that it is a regional heart.

It is comparable in status to the Agrippina system, the dark side of the Empire.

Without it, the orcs might not reach the gates of the Holy Terran palace by the next day, but the entire defensive system around the Sun Starfield would lose its fulcrum and continue to bleed.

Armageddon is a typical extreme-exploitation hive world, and also an industrial world with astonishing production capacity.

The common people here never see real sunlight in their entire lives, and can only breathe in the pungent acidic smog, working mechanically on dark assembly lines.

But it was precisely this brutal exploitation that resulted in a profound foundation for warfare.

The Ministry of the Interior's statistics contain an astonishing statistic: Armageddon is able to produce ten million battle tanks for the Empire every year.

It includes not only the Leman Rus main battle tank, but also heavy tracked vehicles such as the Chimera armored personnel carrier and the Petrified Lizard self-propelled gun.

The many giant nest cities here—Hades, Temperstora, Helsrich, and Tartarus—are all underground heavy mechanized arms factories stretching for thousands of kilometers.

This is a sharp double-edged sword.

If the Empire holds this place, it will be a war furnace that continuously spews out steel behemoths; once the orcs take over these factories, the greenskin technicians will quickly transform the Empire's sophisticated production lines into alien armories producing "orc battle fortresses" and "ancient behemoths".

Arming an alien army with the blood and sweat of humankind to destroy humanity is a nightmare that no imperial commander could bear.

Outside the atmosphere, Armageddon is equally armed to the teeth.

The sixth planet in the galaxy is the famous San Jovin Dock.

It is the main home port of the Armageddon battle fleet, and has a super-massive orbital dock that is rare in the entire sector and capable of berthing and repairing the largest battleships of the Empire.

Surrounding the San Jovin shipyard, the Imperial Naval Academy, space station, orbital weapon platform, and a minefield covering half of the planet's orbit together form an ironclad defense.

After experiencing three devastating world wars, the word "Armageddon" had long transcended its geographical scope within the empire, becoming a totem representing resistance, sacrifice, and indomitable spirit.

Those heroes who left their mark on the history of Armageddon are all worthy of a place in the sacred texts of the Imperial State Religion:

Commissar Arek, a one-eyed veteran who instilled fear in orc warlords with his mortal body;

The Black Sanctuary hero, Priest Grimaldos, fought to the death in the ruins of Helsridge, and even when the cathedral collapsed, he still held high the battle flag.

And Grand Marshal Helbrecht of the Black Templars, Logan Grimner, the High Wolf of the Space Wolf...

Countless Star Guard soldiers and Space Marines shed their last drop of blood here.

On this scorched earth filled with radiation and poisonous sand, ancient battle flags of the warbands are planted, and countless relics and an endless martyrs' cemetery are buried.

In the eyes of the politicians in the Terra Highlords Council, Armageddon must be held.

This is not only because of its irreplaceable industrial capacity, but also because it represents the empire's just struggle.

It is one of the core engines of the imperial propaganda machine.

If Armageddon were to fall, the military losses would be devastating, but the ensuing political and religious collapse would turn into a propaganda disaster that would engulf the entire empire.

If even Armageddon, which has been the site of so many heroes and carries so much glory, cannot be defended, what hope does humanity have?

For the green-skinned orcs, Armageddon also holds a fatal attraction.

In the subconscious of all orcs in the galaxy and in the resonance of Waaagh! energy, this planet has been regarded as a "sacred place where there is always a good fight to be had".

Once you come here, you're guaranteed to encounter the toughest "shrimp" and enjoy the purest war frenzy.

Like pilgrims on a pilgrimage, the greens, one after another, piloted their dilapidated spaceships and plunged headlong into this battlefield.

However, it was only after Lawson completely deciphered the deepest and oldest data seals of the Inquisition and the Mechanicus through the swarm network that he touched upon the secret behind the name Armageddon.

A secret unknown to almost all Astartes Chapters, and even to the vast majority of the Imperial high command.

As Lawson looked at the ancient star map reconstructed through reverse engineering, his eye twitched slightly.

Hamidodton is Ulanno!!!

Ulanno, a name deliberately erased from the history of the empire, yet carrying immense weight.

During the Great Crusade in the thirtieth millennium, Ulanor was the capital of the most powerful orc empire in the entire galaxy.

The orcs there possess highly advanced technology and civilization.

It was there that the Emperor of Man personally led his army, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Astartes, to wage a great war that would determine the fate of mankind.

The Emperor fought alongside Horus, slaying the orc overlord and bringing humanity to its zenith.

After the victory in the war, the emperor held a grand "Ulano Triumph Ceremony" on the ruins of Ulano.

Millions of Space Marines stood in formation, the Titan Legion sounded its horns, and all the Primarchs gathered together.

It was at that ceremony that the emperor announced his retirement from the limelight and appointed his most beloved son, Horus Lupecal, as "war commander".

That was the most glorious moment for the human empire, and also the beginning of the tragic Horus Rebellion.

In the 32nd millennium, during the "War of the Beasts," the orcs returned.

A super-warlord known as "The Beast" built a vast empire that nearly destroyed Terra.