Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Several viziers abruptly rose to their feet, slamming their scepters heavily onto the ground, eerie green arcs of electricity surging along their bodies.

"To make the great, infinite empire surrender unconditionally to a short-lived, carbon-based race?"

"Absolutely absurd!!"

"When the fearful ones conquered the stars and shattered the gods, your human ancestors hadn't even learned to walk upright in the mud!!"

Lawson turned his eyes and glanced over.

The roaring emperor froze, the electric arcs around him extinguished, and he swallowed back his rebuke.

Not far away, the flesh and blood remains of Imotek and Sotek's core nobles, who had just died from organ failure, still lay on the floor tiles.

Lawson withdrew his gaze: "If this is unacceptable, then the Imperial fleet will continue its advance."

“I can wipe you out here first, then mobilize all the firepower in the region to destroy the remaining dynasties one by one, and dig out the sleeping tombs underground one by one and melt them down into scrap metal.”

Lawson looked at Szarek: "You can calculate how many more years the remaining undead can hold out among the stars, given the Empire's current war efficiency?"

The entire room fell silent.

Because the answer has already been deduced within the core logic of every high-ranking necromancer.

The emperor, who had been standing to the side, took a step forward.

"Szarek".

The Emperor's golden eyes gazed at the Silent King: "Our Seal Holder has always valued efficiency, and his words are certainly not exactly gentle."

Guilliman's lips twitched slightly, while Leon expressionlessly shifted his gaze to a relief sculpture on one side.

The Emperor continued, "But being incorporated into the Empire is not the same as becoming slaves or livestock."

"After the Ark Eldar joined the Empire, they retained their respective Ark parliamentary system, etiquette, bone workshops, and original leadership."

"The Wotan Alliance still maintains autonomy over the Ancestral Core and mining estates."

"The Tau also maintains its existing administrative system in designated star sectors."

"What the empire demands is a unified legal system, a unified strategy, and unified military power abroad. As for language, culture, internal systems, and daily life, they remain as they are."

"If you fear that the dead will be incorporated into the empire, the same treatment will apply."

The Emperor looked at Szarek: "What Lawson seeks is for galactic strategic power to be centralized, not for the erasure of your civilization."

"Your intelligence network can verify this on its own."

"Now that the Empire has the advantage on the battlefield, there is no need for us to deceive you into surrendering with lies."

Szarek closed the soul fire in his eye sockets.

The emperor's words were true.

In past battles, the Necromancer's listening network had already conducted in-depth analyses of the social structures within the Empire.

The system that integrates multiple alien civilizations into a unified legal framework and production cooperation is completely different from the extermination war of 60 million years ago in the Battle of Heaven, where it was a matter of life or death.

Lawson raised his wrist and checked the time:

"From this day forward, the Imperial Fleet will cease fire across the board. I will grant you three standard months."

"During these three months, you will contact all known and sleeping necromantic dynasties in the entire galaxy. Talk to those that need to be talked to, and suppress those that need to be suppressed."

“Especially Tarasin of Solemnas.”

"I don't want to see half the dynasty submitting three months from now, while the other half is still hiding in the underground tombs, causing security problems for the empire."

There are only two paths.

"Or, the entire Fearful Civilization can be incorporated into the Human Empire as a whole."

"Either the ceasefire agreement is nullified in three months, the war resumes, and the undead race is completely wiped out."

Szarek asked hoarsely, "What if some ancient dynasties refuse to obey the orders of the Triune Council?"

Lawson laughed: "That's a problem that you, the supreme ruler of your entire race, need to solve."

Lawson slashed open a dark golden, static light barrier with his backhand.

The Emperor, Guilliman, and Leon entered in turn.

Before the light faded, the Emperor turned back and took one last look at the Silent King:

"Make a careful decision, Szarek."

"Don't make a choice that you'll regret for 60 million years."

……

For the next two months, the Silent King was busier than he had been for most of the past 60 million years.

However, this time, he was still fighting a civil war.

If Szarek wants to retain the title of Silent King, he has to prove that he can truly represent his race.

Thus, a series of supreme summons orders were sent to all parts of the galaxy.

Most of the dynasties that had awakened changed their attitudes after witnessing firsthand the two newborns who feared death.

Being unable to defeat humans is one thing.

To regain flesh and blood and reproduce again is another matter entirely.

Especially those emperors and overlords whose personalities are preserved and who can be included in the list of life reversal.

They may continue to verbally criticize humanity for being short-lived, but their actions speak louder than words.

Nobody wants to be the only one among the 1.24 billion people who could be given a second chance at life who refuses treatment because of pride.

But there are always exceptions.

Tarahim is the most typical example of this.

Szarek issued three maximum recalls to Solemnass.

In her first response, Tarachin stated: "I have no interest in current political issues."

The second time, Szarek personally signed it.

Tarasin replied: [Solemnas is a historical preservation institution and should not be involved in dynastic power restructuring.]

The third time, the Silent King sent over the test results for the two newborns of the Fearful Death.

Tarachin remained silent for seven standard hours.

Then I replied: "[That's reassuring, but I still refuse.]"

Other dynasties couldn't resist either.

So, not long after the Silent King ended the war with Imotek, he joined forces with more than a dozen dynasties and sent his fleet to the outskirts of Solemnas.

Tarasim, of course, wouldn't sit idly by and wait for someone to destroy his home.

Solemnas is his lifeline.

Seeing that the major dynasties were really preparing to take action, he had no choice but to personally lead his fleet out of the tomb world and meet the enemy on the outskirts.

The ninth standard time since the outbreak of war.

Deep within Solemnas, a static light curtain opened.

Since gaining real power, their understanding of space and dimension has deepened, and they are no longer limited to the static delivery method that relied on assassin anchor points in the past.

Lawson was the first to come out.

Two dogs, three dogs, and twelve combatants followed closely behind.

Before me was an exhibition hall that seemed to stretch endlessly, with thousands upon thousands of static display cases arranged on both sides.

Further away, there are dimensional gates leading to other exhibition areas.

Lawson gave the order: "Begin ransacking the house."

Er Gou immediately perked up: "Shall we pick the valuable ones?"

How would I know which one is valuable?

Lawson said matter-of-factly, "So move everything."

San Gou pointed to a war exhibition hall next to them, which was hundreds of meters high.

"You're moving this too?"

"move!"

Thus began the largest artifact relocation in Solemnas' history.

One static force field after another opened up in the exhibition hall.

The entire war display case simply vanished.

The stasis chamber was removed along with its base.

The large exhibition hall was first disconnected from the main structure of Solemnas by the combat sequence, and then the entire structure was crammed into the static transfer space.

If we can't finish packing it all, we'll do it in batches.

Now, Lawson's personal arsenal is thirty kilometers long, thirty kilometers wide, and thirty kilometers high, which is enough to handle a large amount of supplies.

The other exit of the armory is directly on the Tri-Star One satellite.

This planet has ceased its original forging mission and has been transformed into a strategic warehouse for the Seal Master's Palace.

……

Looking at these collections, Lawson couldn't help but sigh, "That old man really knows how to steal."

Hall 1 Heavy Equipment Exhibition Area, Battle of Heaven Exhibition Area.

In the most prominent position stands an ancient Crook, nearly twelve meters tall.

They are completely different from the Orcs of today.

This is a war race from the War of Heaven.

Its massive body was sealed within a static field, its muscle structure density far exceeding that of modern orcs, and its armor was not a crudely made iron plate.

After scanning the swarm several times, the research priority of that ancient war armor was proactively raised to the highest level.