Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson kissed her on the lips and laughed, "It's a good thing."

Isa responded softly.

For her, that was enough.

If Lawson was willing to tell her, she would listen.

Even if she didn't want to talk about it, she would quietly stay by his side.

The next moment, she suddenly felt a lightness around her waist as Lawson lifted her up in his arms.

She skillfully stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Lawson's neck.

The wide skirt draped down from his arms, revealing a section of his fair calves.

Lawson laughed heartily: "I'm in a good mood today, let's go celebrate!"

Lawson carried her down from the throne and to the bedroom door.

He stopped and turned around.

His gaze swept across the empty hall and landed on Ilancia.

What are you still standing there for?

"You come in too."

Ilancia's composure finally crumbled.

A blush spread from her cheeks to her pointed ears.

She subconsciously looked at Isa in Lawson's arms.

The goddess of life still had her arms around Lawson's neck, but she stretched out a hand towards Ilancia, her fair fingers gently curving.

Ilancia pursed her lips, lifted her skirt, and quickly walked down the steps.

Lawson reached out his free hand, grasped her wrist, and pulled her to his side.

The bedroom door slowly closed behind the three of them.

Before the last ray of light disappeared, the emerald green divine power that Isha had been channeling outside the door gently rippled outwards.

Bright flowers grow along the door frame and the black wall.

……

The war at Armageddon has never truly been quiet.

Since Lawson's forces joined the battle, Armageddon has become the largest green-skinned bear trap in the galaxy.

Every day, new orc warships burst forth from the void.

Some came from nearby star sectors, some crossed half the galaxy, and some orc warlords even abandoned the Empire world they were attacking and brought their entire tribes here.

But Lawson was not satisfied.

While ordinary wars can continuously reap the benefits of orcs, and weaker orcs will be wiped out in large numbers, the truly powerful war leaders and orc bosses often hide in the rear, letting a large number of their underlings charge for them.

Lawson needs a more direct approach.

Let those greenskins who consider themselves powerful leave the army on their own and walk into the prepared slaughterhouse.

Six days after the seventh genetic base jump, three thousand combat units that had completed template updates arrived in Armageddon through the stasis channel.

Three hundred scarlet marks landed one after another on the wasteland where orcs were most active.

Hundreds of orc shipwrecks, chaos warships, and imperial wreckage were cut into large deck pieces.

The transport ship towed them directly into the atmosphere and dropped them into the designated area.

The roaring sound continued for seven days.

Slabs of warship deck, hundreds of meters long, crashed into the wasteland.

The engineering sequence involves cutting and bending the deck edges, then welding them together with the ship's main beams to form a circular enclosure.

300 arenas rose from the ground, each designed with a blood-soaked crater within it.

Each blood pit is over 500 meters in diameter.

The ground is made up of several layers of warship armor, thick enough to withstand the impact of heavy mechs.

The outer grandstands were built directly from the bridge wreckage, turret bases, and broken hull.

The preserved portholes, control consoles, and gun mounts make the entire arena look like a giant ship that has been hollowed out and nailed to the ground.

The stands are divided in the middle.

One side belongs to humans.

The other side is reserved for the orcs.

The two sides were separated by a deadly ravine thirty meters wide, the bottom of which was filled with sharp ship hulls and automatic flamethrowers.

There are no entrances or exits in the traditional sense inside the blood pit.

Three heavy iron gates were set up on the orc side.

Regular challengers enter through the middle gate.

The massive war leader went through the left door.

The tanks, the Killing Iron Can, and the Skull Behemoth enter from the ramp on the right.

An underground elevator platform is installed on the human side.

Ten combat personnel are stationed at each blood pit.

One of them openly defended his position, while the other nine hid in the rest cabins below the deck.

There is also a corpse disposal system at the bottom of the blood pit.

After each battle, the deck would split open.

The orc corpses, limbs, bone fragments, and blood mixed with spores are scraped into the sealed tank below and then transported to the nearby green-skinned farms via pipelines.

Seven days later, the arena was completed.

The battle formation directly attacked seven large nearby tribes, capturing the largest and most renowned orc leaders of those tribes.

The thirty-seven orc leaders were each sent to the first blood pit.

The largest of them was nearly four meters tall, with half of its body mechanized and a giant powered claw attached to its right arm that stretched from its shoulder to the ground.

It showed no fear when it was pushed into the arena.

Twenty thousand human soldiers were gathered in the surrounding stands.

The Iron Legion, the Astral Army, the Foundation Sequence, and even a small number of Astartes.

The other side of the stands remained empty.

Further away, several orc units were observing from behind ruins and hills.

They recognized their leader who had been captured.

In the first blood pit, there was only one combat sequence member.

He was not carrying any firearms, but was wearing close-fitting armor and holding a two-meter-long heavy-duty cleaver in his right hand.

The mechanized orc stared at him for a few seconds, then grinned, revealing a row of fangs stained with blood and flesh.

I'll smash you flat!

It charged forward, its power claws slamming into the ground, causing the heavy deck to cave in.

The orc leaped into the air using the recoil, and its massive mechanical arm crashed down from mid-air.

The combat sequence sidestepped the claws, grabbed the outer armor of the power claw with its left hand, and stepped on the orc's knee with its right foot.

The four-meter-tall orc lost his balance in the next instant.

It crashed onto the deck like a heavy tank that had been overturned.

The combat sequence directly grabbed the orc's mechanical arm.

Click!

The steel shaft connecting the shoulder broke along with the bone.

The entire power claw was forcibly torn off.

The orc roared and slammed his left fist into the head of the combat unit.

The combat sequence charged forward, the fist met the attack, and the shoulder slammed into the orc's chest.

The dull sound of bones cracking echoed through the blood-soaked pit.

The orc's chest caved inward, and his massive body was thrown off the ground.

The combat sequence grabbed its fangs with one hand and gripped its jaw with the other.

A tsunami of cheers erupted from the stands.

"Kill it!"

"Tear this green skin to shreds!"

"Pull its head off!"

The orc used his remaining left arm to support himself on the ground, spitting out blood and foam, as he still tried to stand up.

The battle sequence did not give it a chance.

A burst of power.

The orc lost his life completely.

The enormous corpse lay sprawled on the ground.

The combat order lifted the orc's head with one hand and looked at the greenskins observing in the distance.

The loudspeaker carried his voice across the wasteland.

"This is your boss?"

"It's limp and squishy, ​​like a slug."