Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Your offspring, in terms of physiological classification, do not belong to the category of ordinary students."

025 gave a rigorous judgment: "I am very worried that in a mechanical engineering practice class, they will take me apart into 300,000 parts and distribute them to the whole class as a teaching model in order to write a lab report."

Lawson finally couldn't help but burst into laughter, the sound echoing across the lake.

In the distance, the person in charge of teaching seemed to have heard it.

Roger Dorn turned his head, and the group of children instantly sat up straight, none of them daring to look around anymore.

Dorn tapped the blackboard with his pointer.

"Continue to analyze Article 14 of Chapter VII of the Imperial Expeditionary Defense Regulations."

"What is the core defense priority of the tactical engineering corps during the first cycle when a pioneering fleet leaves the main network branch and lands in an unknown star system?"

A dark-haired boy, about seven or eight years old, whose features bore a striking resemblance to Lawson's, quickly raised his hand:

"Reporting to Uncle Dorn! The first priority is to construct a permanent Blackrock dimensional anchor at the gravitational equilibrium point to prevent local reality collapse!!"

Dorn nodded slightly.

"Sit down. Your answer is correct."

On the lakeshore, 025 gazed at Dorn's tall, upright figure from afar, a rare hint of respect appearing on his face:

“At this moment, I truly believe that Roger Dorn is the greatest Primarch in the entire history of the Empire.”

Lawson raised an eyebrow: "What makes you say that?"

"Faced with the Chaos God and Tyrant Tyrant, the Primarch still has a blade to slay them."

"But to be able to voluntarily take on this most dangerous early childhood education job in the entire universe, and to this day not have fallen into logical madness..."

025 paused for a moment: "Their willpower is indeed beyond the laws of physics."

Before he could finish speaking...

Whoosh!

The once smooth, mirror-like lake surface suddenly burst into a large spray of water.

Two slender, fair-skinned figures emerged from the water like mermaids, their wet, dark hair clinging to their shoulders, their melodious cries breaking the tranquility of the shore.

"Owner!!"

"Master! Master! Look what we caught!!"

Ash Velos and Salathian Thousand Strings swam to the shore, one on each side, their two alluring faces beaming with smiles.

Because of the commotion the two made underwater, dozens of deep-sea fish that were originally hovering near the 025 fishing hook scattered and fled to the bottom of the lake.

The float bobbed a few times, then fell silent.

"..."

UR-025 glanced silently at the empty fishhook.

He looked down at the half-bucket of fish at his feet.

The robotic arm smoothly retracts the fishing line and folds the fishing rod.

He bent down and picked up the metal bucket.

He turned and walked toward the tree-lined avenue away from the lake shore.

Ash lay on the edge of the damp meadow, shaking the water droplets from her long hair, watching the receding figure of the tin can with some puzzlement:

"Hey, 025, the sun hasn't even set yet, why are you calling it a day?"

Without turning her head, 025's synthesized voice drifted on the breeze: "I'm preparing to end my vacation early and immediately apply to travel to the uninhabited deep space 20 million light-years away from the Milky Way."

After saying that, he quickly disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

Qianxian lay on the grass beside Lawson's knees, blinking her eyes, which shimmered with a violet light, looking somewhat aggrieved.

"Master, why does that piece of metal look so strange? We were swimming very lightly..."

Suppressing a laugh, Lawson reached out and ruffled Qianxian's still-damp hair, making up a story with a straight face: "It's nothing. It just suddenly felt the call of civilization deep within its mechanical core and couldn't wait to contribute its remaining energy to the empire's pioneering cause."

"Oh……"

The two demons clearly had little interest in exploring the mental health of an old iron man.

The next second, Ash had already moved closer to him from the grass, wrapped her arms around Lawson's neck, and rested her chin on his shoulder.

Qianxian leaned over from the other side, resting her hands on Lawson's knees, her face full of anticipation:

"Master, master, we just calculated it underwater..."

"According to the order on the inner court roster of the Seal Keeper's residence... shouldn't it be the two of us on duty for the Emperor's bedchamber tonight no matter what?"

A gentle breeze swept across the lakeside.

A few pale pink petals drifted down from the branches in the wind.

On the east side of the Great Lake, the sound of Dorne's lectures still faintly echoed across the plains.

In the distant starry sky, countless giant ships are carrying billions of lives, sailing towards the end of the starry sea.

Lawson leaned back in his wicker chair, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from beside him, gazing up at the pure, high sky, and a slow smile spread across his lips.

(End of the book)

P.S.: Brothers, it's finally the finale! Thank you all for your support along the way. My new book is expected to be released in 3 days, most likely still set in America. I hope you'll all support it then. With a grateful heart, thank you for being there...