Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The Steel Lord's reaction speed surpasses that of most computing devices.

His mechanical brain can process tens of thousands of tactical messages per second and independently control the entire warship's energy, weapons, and propulsion systems.

But the swarm intelligence is now accessing computing nodes that are spread throughout the dark side of the empire.

It is only a regional-level computing power, yet it is hundreds of thousands of times that of Peturabo.

Individual wisdom alone is no longer enough to bridge this gap.

Peturabo has just built a new layer of logical defense.

The swarm network was then dismantled.

Before he could even close one verification channel, swarm intelligence had already reached the same location through thousands of other paths.

"Computing power".

Peturabo finally realized the problem.

But it was too late. Before his eyes, crimson screens were covered with dark gold data.

The steel skull emblem gradually faded.

The seal of the Empire's dark side appeared at the center of all control interfaces.

The logical framework of the Olympia War has been reconstructed.

[Swarm network connection complete.]

The captain's highest authority has been changed.

Lawson raised his hand.

Outside the Ironblood, thousands of macro cannons and light spears began to rotate.

The giant ship adjusted its course, the burning exhaust flames of its engines illuminating the Eye of Fear.

This flagship, belonging to the Lord of Steel, completed a turn for the first time without Peturabo's orders.

Lawson looked at him, a smile playing on his lips.

"Your boat is fine, now it's mine."

On the bridge of the Ironblood, all the light screens had turned dark gold.

The crimson skull belonging to the Iron Warriors gradually faded away, replaced by the double-headed eagle seal of the Empire's dark side, imprinted on every control interface of the warship.

Peturabo stood before the captain's throne.

The mechanical nerve conduits on its back are still connected to the armored spine, but the feeling of being integrated with the entire warship has disappeared.

He lost.

Lawson simply overwhelmed everything he was so proud of with a torrent of computing power far exceeding the limits of individual intelligence.

The Lord of Steel looked down at his hands.

He did not beg for mercy, nor did he make excuses for his defeat like Abaddon did.

He was the Primarch of the Fourth Legion and the greatest siege master in Imperial history.

Even if all that's left is a broken brick, he'll calculate the angle, distance, and force before smashing it into the enemy's head.

Peturabo raised his hand and ripped off the nerve conduit in his back.

The heavy forging hammer fell into his palm.

At the same time, he pressed a fully mechanical emergency device on the side of the captain's throne with his left hand.

That was not connected to the central logic of war.

It directly activates the gravity generator around the command platform through an independent hydraulic structure.

Gravity lift at the center of the bridge.

Peturabo's body also sank.

The forging hammer was pulled by thirty times the force of gravity, and the air around the hammerhead hummed.

Lawson looked at him: "It seems you still want to give it a try."

Peturabo did not answer.

The tall figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

boom!

The deck exploded beneath his feet.

This war machine, even heavier than the Terminator armor, unleashed a speed disproportionate to its size under thirty times the force of gravity.

His target was the heavy bomb turret that had just retracted its wall behind Lawson.

The hammer fell.

The armor structure, several meters thick, shattered along with the internal ammunition compartment.

The explosion occurred on the bridge.

Flames, shockwaves, and thousands of high-speed metal fragments swept around, blocking all directions where Lawson could move.

Just as the explosion occurred, Peturab had already used the shockwave to switch positions.

He appeared on the other side of Lawson.

The left arm armor flipped open, revealing the hidden molten steel gun that had been fully charged.

Crimson light illuminated the steel faceplate.

Calculation, destruction, and reuse—this is the fighting style ingrained in Peturabo's very being.

Any environment can be turned into a battleground, and any equipment can be turned into a weapon.

Even though control of the warship had been taken away, it was still the flagship where he had lived for so many years.

A beam of hot-melt light shot out.

The intense heat, enough to burn through the armor of a battleship, instantly engulfed the location where Lawson was.

Perturabo's forging hammer followed closely behind, sweeping across the side of the firelight.

This attack simultaneously blocked Lawson's upward and backward movement.

If the target chooses to confront it head-on, the thermal beam will weaken its defense first.

If you dodge to the sides, the metal fragments from the explosion will interfere with your movements.

Even if Lawson can withstand all the attacks, Peturabo is already prepared with thirteen more variations.

However, the hammer didn't hit anything.

The shockwave solidified around Lawson.

Countless sharp metal fragments hovered in mid-air, only half a meter away from his body, yet they could no longer move forward an inch.

The molten beam of light collided with an invisible barrier, like crashing into a calm, deep sea.

The intense heat spread along the surface of the force field and was quickly disintegrated.

"good."

"Unfortunately, it's not enough," Lawson commented.

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared.

Peturabo's sensors did not detect the movement.

Immediately afterward, Lawson was already standing in front of him.

A hand rests on the head of the forging hammer.

Lawson clenched his five fingers.

An irresistible force traveled along the hammerhead, shaking Peturabo's ten fingers apart.

The forging hammer flew out of his hand, spinning as it smashed into the armored wall in the distance.

Peturab's right shoulder weapon system fired simultaneously.

Lawson's fist had already landed on the center of his breastplate.

Click!

Peturabo's body left the ground.

He crashed through three firing platforms, hurled several kneeling steel warriors into the air, and finally slammed heavily onto his captain's throne.

The Lord of Steel reached out and braced himself against the ground.

He tried to stand up.

A combat boot had already stepped on his chest.

Lawson looked down at him.

Perturabo unleashed all the remaining strength in his body, bracing himself against Lawson's legs with his arms, trying to push the foot away, but the boot remained unmoved.

Peturabo finally stopped struggling.

He closed his eyes and awaited death.

Fugrim is dead.

Angron and Mortarion also died at the hands of this man before them.

The Lord of Steel did not believe he could have a different ending.

He was just a little unwilling.

Lawson's voice came from above.

"You're a traitor, what's there to be resentful about?"

Peturabo suddenly opened his eyes.

"traitor?"

He let out a suppressed roar.