Warhammer: Empire Reboot

It's been a while since I've used Photoshop. As you guys can probably tell, our storyline has come to an end. It should be perfectly concluded by the end of the month, on the 31st, with a word count of 251 million.

Some brothers suggested that we could write about other worlds outside the Milky Way. I took a look and found that some of my peers have indeed written about Stellaris, Transformers, and even a cultivation world. But let's just conclude the Warhammer story perfectly within the Milky Way. Perhaps we can write a separate spin-off to explore stories outside the Milky Way.

Finally, thank you brothers for your support all the way. I had a lot of fun writing this, hahaha!

Chapter 308 Slay the False Emperor

Makulag.

Seven holographic light screens unfolded like a fan, displaying tens of thousands of dynamic tables.

Guilliman revised three logistical parameters related to food rations for 20 million people, and incidentally added a red-letter comment at the end regarding moisture protection in storage.

"Snapped."

A crystal goblet filled halfway with chilled fruit wine was placed in the center of an agricultural output chart that was being calculated.

Guilliman reluctantly raised his eyelids.

Evelyn leaned against the side of the desk, her chin resting on her hand, her eyes filled with resentment.

Robert Guilliman.

"In seven Terra standard days, the longest distance you've ever walked out of this house is to go to the balcony and take a look at the exhaust fumes of a patrol boat."

"Since you like these boring numbers so much, why don't you just move a bed to the administrative headquarters of Terra and live there? Have the Lord of the Seal send you ten tons of official documents every day so you can approve them to your heart's content!"

If any ordinary person or Ultra Warrior dared to speak to the Regent of the Empire like that, the military police interrogation room would have already prepared a full set of statements.

But Guilliman was already used to this barbed greeting in front of Evelynn.

"Terra is Terra, and the Five Hundred Worlds is the Five Hundred Worlds."

Guilliman leaned back in his chair and pointed to the brightly lit city outside the window: "This is my home. It's a completely different feeling to see the floors in my own house being washed clean one by one and the grain in the granary being stored up day by day."

He said seriously, "What's more, weren't the lessons from the past few days profound enough? There's an entire Sotek dynasty tomb buried beneath Nova Magno. If I don't personally inspect the house, who knows when I'll open the door and find a troop of space undead emerging from under the bathtub?"

Evelyn was not convinced; instead, she raised her thin eyebrows.

"Oh dear... Didn't the Master of the Seal send someone to check it out?"

Evelyn's eyes flickered: "Robert, do you not trust our Lord of the Seal?"

Guilliman was momentarily speechless upon being hit with this huge accusation that seemed to fall from the sky.

“Everene”.

Guilliman looked at her with a wry smile. "The idea of ​​a necromancer emerging from the bathtub is just a figure of speech, an exaggerated analogy to a defensive lapse. You know perfectly well that I have no grudge against Lawson, so stop taking things out of context."

Evelyn gave a light hum and walked around the large desk in her high heels: "Yes, yes, you are a great philosopher and a great pragmatist."

The two stared at each other from a distance of half a meter.

Guilliman looked into her violet eyes, which were so close to his own, and his gaze softened: "You came all this way, what exactly do you want to say?"

Evelyn slid the last three unfinished reports to the side and filed them.

Then, the Grim Reaper's skirt fluttered slightly as she sat directly on the Primarch's lap.

"I would like to say that today's official business session is over."

Evelyn's slender arms were loosely wrapped around Robert Guilliman's neck, her eyes still holding a hint of smug satisfaction.

Inside the study, the subtle atmosphere created by the cool long dress and the warm armor had not yet dissipated.

Just then, a ring of dark gold ripples appeared in the center of the study.

"cough."

"Your Highness, did I choose an inappropriate time to come in?"

Guilliman's combat reflexes were instantly overloaded.

He pushed forward with both hands, quickly shoving the Grim Reaper sitting on his lap back onto the guest sofa.

At the same time, he suddenly stood up.

As he watched the figure step out from the still light curtain, a speechless expression appeared on his resolute face.

"Your Excellency, the Master of the Seal."

Guilliman protested, "In the past, when you performed intersectoral space folding, you would at least choose a location near a Keystone Sequence Sentinel as your landing point. Why did you arrive in my private study without even a word today?"

Evelynn, who was pushed away, reacted quickly, straightening her posture, smoothing out the wrinkles on her skirt, narrowing her long phoenix eyes, and giving Lawson a cold glare.

Lawson, completely oblivious to being an uninvited guest, raised his hand, patted his sleeve, and laughed heartily: "I apologize for my intrusion."

"However, I'm not the only one who wanted to come here today."

From the depths of the still, unclosed curtain of light behind him, a tall and imposing figure strode out.

"Thirteenth Brother, I'm all better now."

Guilliman froze on the spot, staring intently at that face.

The deep-seated resonance of his bloodline and the burden of millennia of history overwhelmed Guilliman's entire rational defenses in that instant, like a landslide and a tsunami.

The regent of the empire, who had endured betrayal, slumber, and resurrection, and struggled to survive amidst the shattered galaxy, had tears welling in his eyes.

He took three quick steps forward and then suddenly knelt down on one knee on the floor.

"Father……"

"It really is you who stood up?!"

"What about Terra? The Internet Gate..."

The Emperor gently pressed his hand on Guilliman's shoulder armor.

"Terra is safe and sound. Thanks to Lawson for restoring my physical body, I am able to step down from that chair today."

Guilliman then turned to Lawson, took a half step back, and bowed deeply: "Your Excellency, the Five Hundred Worlds and the entire Empire will never forget you."

Lawson waved his hand with a smile and teased, "As long as Your Majesty the Regent doesn't hold a grudge against me for barging in and ruining your plans with the Grim Reaper, I'll be perfectly content."

Hearing this joke, Guilliman's cheek twitched, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face.

At this moment, Evelynne also stood up.

She stepped forward, gracefully lifted her long skirt, and knelt half a meter in front of the emperor, performing the most impeccable ancient salute with one knee touching the ground.

"Evelyn, the Death Messenger of the Eldar, pays her respects to the Lord of the Human Empire."

The Emperor lowered his eyes and looked at the Spirit Clan woman before him, then nodded: "You are quite good. If it weren't for your use of the Death God's power back then, the Thirteenth Prince would not have been able to awaken from his ten-thousand-year slumber and take charge of the overall situation. The Empire owes you a debt of gratitude."

At this point, the Emperor glanced between Guilliman and Evelynn and added, "As for the matter between the two of you, I have no objection."

Evelyn's eyes lit up immediately.

She turned to look at Guilliman, and that pride that she could never suppress suddenly resurfaced, her lips even showing a hint of undisguised smugness.

The Emperor himself said he doesn't object!

This statement carries entirely different weight in relation to her relationship with Guilliman.

If the Lion King dares to stand next to her again and stare at her with that look of looking at an alien spy, she can probably ask him with a clear conscience: Your father has no objection, so why are you glaring at me?

Guilliman was exposed by his own father, and even though he was as calm as a mountain, his ears felt hot at that moment.

He coughed lightly and quickly stepped aside to lead the way, trying to steer the conversation back on track: "Father, Lord Seal Holder, this is not the place for discussions. Please move to the main council hall, and we will sit down and talk in detail."

The three arrived at the main council hall.

"Now that the Emperor has come to the Five Hundred Worlds, we can't just give you the surprise alone."

“Call Leon over too, so he won’t complain about us isolating him later.”

hum...

A burly figure clad in dark green heavy armor strode out from the light screen.

"Losen!"

Before the Lion King could even take in the furnishings of the hall, his thunderous voice boomed through the space, complaining, "I hope that next time you use this kind of spatial trick to drag me off the flagship's bridge, you'll at least give me a heads-up. I was just reviewing the orbital bombardment parameters for the Indomitable Truth, and the soldiers of the Seventh Company are preparing..."

The words came to an abrupt halt.

Leon's hawk-like eyes suddenly froze.

His gaze passed over Guilliman, who was sitting to one side, and fixed directly on the imposing figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Upon confirming that it was the Empress, Leon strode through the corridor and then knelt heavily on one knee.

"Father."

The emperor turned around and looked at his eldest son kneeling on the ground, a hint of gentleness in his eyes.

"Get up, Leon."

Leon stood up straight as instructed.

After confirming that the body indeed possessed life metabolism and microscopic activity, Leon turned his head and looked at Lawson, who was leaning against the table with his arms crossed: "You really did it?"

Lawson raised an eyebrow: "Are you doubting my abilities?"

The emperor flexed his fingers, and the golden flames in his palm quietly disappeared: "The one who holds the seal is very strong. This body is even stronger than mine at my peak ten thousand years ago."

Seeing that the atmosphere had calmed down, Guilliman stepped forward and pulled out the chairs on either side of the main seat, steer the conversation toward strategic planning: "Father, now that you have broken free from the constraints of the throne and your physical body has been rebuilt, how do you plan to deploy the overall situation of the empire?"

However, the emperor did not respond immediately.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the magnificent city below.

"I don't plan to announce this news to the entire galaxy for the time being."

"I sat on the golden throne for ten thousand years, and through the Star Language Network and the psychic echoes, I looked down upon this sea of ​​stars countless times. I heard the prayers of trillions of mortals in despair, and I saw countless worlds collapse in the flames of war. But to perceive through the ethereal veil is ultimately different from to witness it with my own eyes on the ground."

The Emperor turned around and glanced at Lawson: "The Lord of the Seal suggested that I take a tour of the empire to see how it has been reshaped before deciding on the next move."

Guilliman expressed his understanding: "It is indeed the safest option. The underlying logic of the empire has changed compared to ten thousand years ago. Taking a personal visit can avoid many unnecessary misjudgments."

Leon echoed in a deep voice: "The old scores of the Great Expedition have been put aside. You should indeed take a look at the war order and defense structure of this era."

The Emperor asked, "You seem satisfied with the empire now governed by the Sealholder's Palace?"

Guilliman and Leon exchanged a glance.