Warhammer: Empire Reboot

To prevent a repeat of the tragedy of the Horus Rebellion, the Codex Astartes divided the Space Marines into chapters of a thousand men each, stripping any individual of the power to command a large legion.

And now, this ruler of the Empire has single-handedly sent an army equal in size to the entire Astartes of the galaxy to Armageddon.

If this power isn't used to fight the aliens, but instead is turned against Holy Terra...

A layer of cold sweat seeped out from Arrek's back.

He immediately shut his mouth, forcibly shutting off the dangerous deduction in his mind about the balance of power in the empire.

As a loyal commissar, he should have been wary of this force that was not under the control of the High Lords of Terra.

But the reality of Armageddon is far more brutal than political theory. The Asgardian Army has already bled to death, and the alien horde could engulf the entire sector at any moment.

In such a desperate situation of annihilation, political checks and balances are a joke.

Arreek made up his mind to no longer consider whether the one holding the seal of authority was too powerful for his master.

On the contrary, the stronger the holder of the seal, the more beneficial it is to the continuation of the empire and humanity.

Arrek is willing to be the one to hand over the knife, as long as that butcher's knife is aimed at the greenskins.

The command center remained calm and efficient, while on the scorched earth of Armageddon, the nature of warfare was changing.

The orc army continued to pour in.

The wrecked spaceship, teeming with green-skinned kids, crashed through the atmosphere like a meteor shower.

But this time, the orcs no longer felt the thrill of crushing mortal defenses on the battlefield.

In the ruins of Hades' hive, a Gough warlord wields his power claws, tearing a Titan Allied Heavy Combat Suit in front of him in two.

Before it could even roar, three cornerstone sequences emerged from the shadows.

The power tomahawk and deflector shield sealed off its movements. After suffering more than a dozen slashes, the warlord was decapitated by two more tomahawks.

Blood, severed limbs, and mechanical debris covered the ground.

The Greenskins have never fought so well on the front lines.

The forces clashed, each strike drawing blood.

This is exactly the kind of meat grinder every green cell longs for.

In the air, the energy of Waaagh!, representing the will to fight, is rapidly increasing.

The clouds in the sky were also dyed emerald green by the psionic resonance.

Countless orcs trampled over the corpses of their comrades and the scorched earth, roaring wildly to the sky.

In Lawson's view, a data storm more violent than any real war is raging.

Kill the Orc Boy, gain 25 Health Points.

[Slay the Orc Leader, gain 55 Health Points]

Kill Killer Iron Can, gain 320 Health Points.

[Kill the Farting Demon, +1 Health Point]

……

Along the front line stretching thousands of kilometers, every microsecond, tens of thousands of orcs were torn apart by railguns and beheaded by power battleaxes.

Life points are rising rapidly.

Aside from the fart spirits, the unit price of these green-skinned creatures has increased significantly.

On the dark side of the Empire, Lawson also launched several large-scale extermination campaigns against the Xenomorphs.

But compared to Armageddon in front of us, they are far inferior.

Every inch of soil in Armageddon is soaked with Waaagh! energy.

Not only are the orcs here countless in number, but even a random low-ranking orc could become a minor leader in other star sectors due to his physical strength and combat experience.

No wonder the rewards for killing these orc lads and their leader are so high.

High-quality prey multiplied by sheer numbers ultimately led to a qualitative change on this battlefield.

Taken from Armageddon, used for Armageddon.

Lawson has not yet included the life points gained here in the main ledger.

First, meet the immediate war needs of Armageddon.

An automated command is running in the background of the swarm network:

[Frontline Life Points are 100% converted into Keystone Sequence Combat Nodes on the spot. Anchored at: Armageddon.]

This is Lawson's true tactical intention.

He only drew one million cornerstone troops from his base to reinforce Armageddon.

In Arek's view, a million cornerstone soldiers with Astartes-level combat power were already a force capable of changing the history of the Empire.

But in the face of a green-skinned frenzy involving hundreds of millions or even tens of billions of people, a million people still seem insignificant.

Even the strongest Space Marines will be overwhelmed by endless corpses, and the energy pools of their power weapons will be depleted through continuous slaughter.

Lawson no longer needs the logistics fleet to transport a single soldier.

Sustaining war through war is enough.

On the eastern side of Tartarus, in the defensive positions known as the "Ash Basin," this cycle of war has already begun.

A heavily armed company of 800 cornerstone warriors guards a main road connecting the underground water network of the Nest City.

Before them stood more than 50,000 evil Sun Clan orcs, their eyes bloodshot.

The battle escalated rapidly from the very beginning.

Eight hundred bomb guns and molten metal guns clashed in the passage, creating a fire net, but the orcs trampled over the corpses of their own kind, filling the fire line with their own flesh and blood.

Close combat broke out.

The Cornerstone Warriors relentlessly hacked and slashed through the Greenskin frenzy, and hordes of Orcs fell.

However, under intense pressure, gaps began to appear in the formation of the cornerstone warriors.

An orc warlord, wielding his power claws, charged into the ranks at the cost of half his body being burned through by a molten lava gun, tearing three Keystone Warriors and their chitinous inner armor to shreds.

The company of 800 men suffered more than 300 casualties after a 40-minute battle.

According to the Astronautical Army's tactical guidelines, a defensive line is close to collapse when the casualty rate exceeds 30%.

But the deaths of these three hundred cornerstone warriors resulted in the deaths of over one hundred thousand orc corpses.

Just as the position was about to be submerged by the sea of ​​green-skinned corpses, a dark golden light shone in the void behind the passage.

More than a dozen small static force field channels were opened directly inside the trench.

Two thousand Cornerstone warriors, clad in heavy armor and fully armed, stepped out of the force field.

They quickly merged into the ranks of their remaining comrades, picked up their weapons, and unleashed a barrage of fire on the dumbfounded orcs.

These new forces were generated from the life points provided by the orcs who had just died in battle.

The death of the enemy is a catalyst for the empire's secret manpower.

This type of reinforcement is happening repeatedly along the thousands of kilometers of defensive lines in Hamidoton.

Lawson stared at the dark gold dots representing the cornerstone sequence on the holographic star map.

When we first landed, there were only a million points of light on the star map.

After several days of fighting, the 20 million Titans suffered heavy casualties, but their firepower net reaped a massive number of low-level orcs, and the number of dark golden dots exceeded three million.

Moreover, the growth curve is accelerating.

The more cornerstone sequences there are, the more stable the defense, the higher the efficiency of killing enemies, the more life points are generated, and the more cornerstone warriors are created.

According to the projections of swarm networks, it won't be long before the number of cornerstone sequences on the Armageddon battlefield exceeds ten million.

At that point, Hamidoton will switch from defense to counter-attack.

This was exactly what Lawson planned.

Lawson had long seen through the ecological niche of the green-skinned orcs in the galaxy.

They are like an ineradicable cosmic fungus.

Orc spores are scattered across every corner of the galaxy. You go to one planet to wipe them out, and they'll take root on another.

The Orcs are an endless horde across the galaxy. If the fleet were to be dispersed to various star sectors and ruined worlds to search for and clear out Orc lairs one by one, it would strain the computing power of the Swarm Network and the Empire's mobility resources.

Since sweeping up and eliminating them everywhere is too troublesome, let's try a different approach.

They lured all the green-skinned orcs in the entire galaxy to one place, turning Armageddon into the galaxy's largest orc rat trap.

If the goal is simply to protect the planet and its industrial capacity, Lawson has even more extreme methods at his disposal.

With the current strength of the Empire's Dark Side, it is entirely possible to do so.

However, weapons of mass destruction and orbital bombardment failed to truly attract the Orcs.

In the culture and genetic instincts of orcs, being instantly vaporized by a missile falling from the sky is a rather "boring" thing.

This kind of overwhelming warfare cannot ignite the core resonance of Waaagh! energy.

If Lawson were to use devastating weapons to raze the entire planet within days, the Orc fleets that were arriving from the Warp would realize the battle was over and turn back to wreak havoc on other star sectors.

This is not the outcome Lawson wanted.

What is an irresistible temptation for orcs?

Muddy trenches, acrid gunpowder smoke, and the crunching sound of heavy tracks crushing bones.

When it swung its chainsaw axe at the enemy, the enemy did not call for artillery support, but instead drew a sharper power tomahawk and swung it at it head-on.

Face-to-face hacking and slashing, heads flying off every second—this is the most sacred war in the orcish genes.

Now, Lawson is presenting this war in Armageddon.

The 20 million titanium contingent served as qualified "fireworks makers".

The intense pulse fire and plasma explosions satisfied the Lunar Clan and the Dead Skull Clan's craving for heavy firepower.

The orcs charged relentlessly at the blue-white light barrier, enjoying the thrill of charging through a hail of bullets.