Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Abaddon's temporary flagship has left the Iron Crown's coverage area, and the Black Legion's warships are following it as it retreats into the depths of the Eye of Terror.

There was no announcement! Not even the most basic signal to retreat!

Abaddon took advantage of the Iron Warrior drawing the fire of the Seventh Blackrock Fortress and ran away!

"Abaddon!"

Peturabo gritted his teeth and spat out the name.

Just as he was about to readjust the Iron Crown and order the Iron Warriors fleet to withdraw independently, a very faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind the bridge.

A Steel Warrior auxiliary officer responsible for bridge energy maintenance is emerging from the shadows.

A still, pale blue light shone around him.

Lawson stepped out, and the entire bridge fell silent instantly as the Steel Warriors raised their weapons.

Peturabo raised his hand to stop them.

Lawson first looked around.

The Ironblood's bridge is enormous, with all its structures designed for efficiency and wartime needs. There is not a single superfluous decoration. Thick armor covers the main control panel, and data cables covering the walls bring together the status of the entire warship.

"This warship is not bad."

Lawson finally looked at the Lord of Steel standing on the command platform.

"How about giving it to me?"

Chapter 286 Peturabo, atone for the empire's sins!

Inside the bridge of the Ironblood, Peturabo carefully examined Lawson.

“I’ve heard many rumors about you. Angron died at your hands, and Mortarion died at your hands as well.”

Perturabo's gaze swept across the tactical screen: "If I'm not mistaken, Fugrim is dead now as well."

"You guessed right."

Peturabo remained silent for a moment.

"Killing three Primarchs in a row is enough to give you some unrealistic confidence."

Perturabo took a step forward, and a heavy steel ring unfolded behind him, with dozens of mechanical arms and weapon interfaces churning with a dull hum.

"But you want my flagship? That's outrageous."

He raised a finger and pointed to the ground.

"This is the Ironblood, my warship. Have you forgotten what I'm best at?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire warship came to life.

Boom!

The armored compartments around the bridge fell down simultaneously.

The originally wide and flat metal ground split apart, and staggered fire platforms rose up from below.

The wall flips inward, revealing hidden explosive cannons, plasma nozzles, and heavy laser arrays.

Dozens of gates crisscrossed, separating the Iron Warriors from Lawson and creating firing positions that provided cover for each other.

The weight on the bridge suddenly increased thirtyfold!

If an ordinary person stood here, their bones would be crushed into fragments by their own weight in an instant.

The mechanical neural interface on Peturabo's back has been fully deployed.

Dozens of thick data conduits extended from the command throne and connected to his armored spine.

[The logic core of the Olympia War has been connected.]

[Captain's highest authority confirmed.]

[All ships are in combat mode activated.]

Ironblood does not have a single, freely thinking artificial intelligence.

Peturabo never allowed anything out of control to have the power to decide the fate of the entire flagship.

The so-called Olympia War Logic Hub is a distributed control network composed of tens of thousands of Thinkers, hardwired logic engines, fire prediction matrices, and the Captain's Throne.

Each module is responsible for only a single and narrow function.

All the information will eventually converge in Peturabo's brain.

His orders could bypass the captain, officers, and mechanical priests, reaching any corner of the Ironblood.

A certain cannon, a certain reactor, a certain hatch, or even a certain life support pipe.

At this moment, the entire Ironblood ship became part of Peturabo's body.

Millions of sensors are his eyes.

The energy pipelines, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, are his blood vessels.

Tens of thousands of turrets and robotic arms are his fists.

Lawson surveyed the constantly changing bridge with great interest.

"Everyone says you're a tech geek, and you've certainly done a great job maintaining this warship."

The red light in Peturabo's mechanical eyes flickered.

"Is this your final evaluation?"

Lawson shook his head, spreading his psionic energy, and the air suddenly became heavy.

A steel warrior's knee slammed heavily to the ground.

Boom!

The steel warriors, mechanical priests, crew members, and slave laborers inside the entire bridge were as if they were being pressed down by an invisible giant hand.

The sounds of knees hitting the ground were continuous.

Someone gritted their teeth.

Some people had blood seeping from their noses and eyes.

Even those mechanical priests who had had most of their bodies removed, leaving only their brain tissue, experienced their neural currents disrupted by the psionic shock.

A few seconds later, apart from Peturabo, no one else was able to stand on the bridge of the Ironblood.

“Suppressing the crew is pointless.”

Peturabo said coldly, "The Ironblood doesn't need them."

His thinking has been completely integrated into the core of the logic of war.

The suppressed Iron Warriors lost their ability to fight.

The hidden turret can still fire.

The crew was unable to operate the warship.

The reactor is still increasing its power as he commands.

Peturabo even shut down all life support systems in the bridge, allocating all energy to weapons and gravity control.

"On this warship, I am its will."

Lawson smiled, and the swarm network issued a command.

In the seventh power section of the Ironblood, a service maintenance slave suddenly stopped what he was doing. His five fingers silently split open, and hair-thin, dark gold tentacles burrowed into the maintenance interface, making contact with the data backbone hidden beneath the armor layer.

A crimson light screen flickered in front of the bridge.

It lasted for less than one ten-thousandth of a second.

Peturabo immediately noticed the anomaly.

"Unauthorized data access has occurred in the seventh power zone."

The Steel Lord's mechanical nerves were connected to the logic center of the Olympia War.

His consciousness spread along the data network that spanned the warships.

Hundreds of thousands of instructions are issued in the same second.

The permissions for the seventh power zone have been closed, the maintenance interface has been forcibly locked, and all surrounding logical nodes have been switched to independent operation mode.

The abnormal signal disappeared.

Almost at the same time he closed the seventh power zone, subtle data fluctuations appeared simultaneously on the third weapons deck, the port engine room, and the ninth ammunition transfer station.

It was as if something was observing the operation of the war logic center through the Ironblood's thick armor.

Peturabo immediately changed the control structure.

He shut down a large number of unnecessary interfaces, reorganized tens of thousands of distributed logical nodes, and dismantled the originally clear data paths, mixing in fake instruction streams hundreds of times larger.

The real command was cut into countless fragments.

Each fragment is transmitted along a different path until it reaches the execution layer, where it is then reassembled in the hardwired logic engine.

This defense system has no fixed password, nor does it have a central server that can be breached.

Even if an intruder intercepts a piece of data, they will only obtain meaningless fragments.

Peturabo completed the entire adjustment in less than a second.

All distributed nodes switch simultaneously.

Real commands are thrown into a data ocean composed of billions of fake commands.

Peturabo personally controlled each round of changes.

In his view, machines can crack algorithms, but they cannot know in advance what decision an independent will will make in the next moment.

He still firmly held control of the Ironblood.

The computing power of swarm intelligence far exceeded Peturabo's imagination. When Peturabo changed a path, the swarm network simultaneously deduced hundreds of thousands of subsequent variations.

He changed the verification method, and the new crack structure was generated before the command arrived.