Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The Bear Guard team returned to the maintenance bay, and the power hammer, tower shield, and anti-gravity heavy armor were sent into the repair rack.

Non-combat suicide soldiers began sorting through the old archives of the star sector, prioritizing the five hundred human worlds.

First, find the food star system.

Next, find the recruitment star system.

Search for mining galaxies.

A rapid fleet must be dispatched to the outpost border system to ascertain the situation.

We cannot rush into the epidemic isolation zone; we must first establish a monitoring chain before deploying hidden agents.

As orders were issued, Agrippina's war machine began to turn.

Lawson watched it start operating, then finally looked away.

He fought continuously, from Klein to Agrippina, from the Great Demon Nurgle to the Khorne Legion, from the Iron Warriors to the Red Pirates. His body could hold on, and his psionic energy could recover, but his mind needed to temporarily leave the battlefield.

He raised his hand to activate the static force field.

The next moment, he was back on planet Obolos III.

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Chapter 180 The Highest Glory Belongs to the Battle Nun and Lawson's Judgment!

Planet Obolos III.

Inside the core monastery of the Nest Tower District.

The four combat nuns had removed their heavy terracotta power armor and finished washing up.

They changed into their training uniforms, made of rough fabric and with a very simple cut, a tradition of asceticism within the Congregational Sisters.

Katarina sat at the head of the long table.

Vera sat to her right, her head bowed as she flipped through a parchment manuscript.

Across the long table sat a pair of blonde twins, Sera and Sena.

Sera appeared extremely agitated.

She walked to the bulletproof glass window for the third time, and then walked back for the third time.

As she sat down, the high-backed chair made a sharp, soft thud as she dragged it.

Sena glanced at her.

"If you continue down this path, the ground will be the first to repent to you."

Sera glared at her: "Aren't you in a hurry at all?"

“Urgent,” Sena said calmly, “but I don’t usually express it with the soles of my shoes.”

Sera scratched her short, golden hair and finally couldn't help but speak.

"The master will be back soon."

"After going through a meat grinder of Agrippina's caliber, he must have been exhausted. He needs absolute peace and rest."

Sena nodded and said, "I understand. Fleet logistics and the care of the wounded will be handled by the Cornerstone Sequence. Your safety will be the responsibility of the Bear Guard."

Sera slammed her hand on the table: "My point isn't security! The governor's wife, Adela, has been waiting at the main entrance of the hall for ages. I just glanced at her through the tactical monitor, and the clothes she was wearing... can you even call that clothes? It's practically a few pieces of translucent gauze pieced together that couldn't even cover my tactical dagger. Every time the lord returns from the front lines, she's always the first one to cling to him, serving him every step of the way."

Vera looked up, closed the manuscript, and said softly, “Lady Adela has her purpose. The Lord fights for the Empire, battling in the gap between the Warp and reality, his nerves are under tension that mortals cannot comprehend. He needs to relax. Although the Lady has a complicated mind and is keen on political calculations, I have sensed her soul, and it has not been corrupted by chaos. In this universe, she is pure.”

You don't understand what I mean at all!

Sera was so anxious she almost blurted out the vulgarities of the underworld. "Of course I know that the Lord's body needs to relax, and I also know that the woman has not been corrupted. But who is the Lord? He is the embodiment of the Emperor's will, the sacred swordsman."

Sera's eyes gleamed with fanaticism: "I'm not jealous of Adela's clothes, nor am I jealous that she's standing so close. I just don't understand why we, who can take bullets for the Lord, burn heretics for him, and give our souls to the Emperor's Golden Fire, must step outside when he's most exhausted, and let a mortal appease him with political maneuvering?"

Sena looked at her sister and was the first to understand the logic behind her words.

She narrowed her eyes slightly: "You mean, we're going to serve the master?"

The group fell silent again.

The nuns grew up at the Faithful College, where they were taught about killing, prayer, and self-sacrifice.

They knew how to smash the heads of heretics with mortars and how to sing hymns in a sea of ​​fire, but they never associated the word "sacrifice" with sexual pleasure.

Katarina stopped wiping the chainsaw sword.

“Sera is right.”

"Adela's service is essentially a political transaction. But the Lord needs no transactions. The Lord is the hope of the Empire, the embodiment of our faith."

The red-haired captain stood up, his gaze sweeping over his three companions: "From the moment His Majesty bestowed upon us a blessing that pulled us from certain death, granting us wings of light and the rank of Living Saint, our souls and flesh have belonged entirely to His Majesty. We are his sword, his shield, and rightfully, we should be his resting place. Serving His Majesty and soothing his weariness is our duty. This is honor, the highest honor for battle nuns."

Vera's cheeks flushed slightly.

She didn't reject the suggestion; in fact, deep down, she had an absolute attachment to the man who had pulled her out of the abyss.

But she raised a most fatal tactical problem.

"But...none of us know how."

Vera was increasingly perplexed. "Neither the instructors at the seminary nor the senior nuns of the religious order have ever taught us these things. We've only learned how to dissect aliens, not how to please a demigod."

That's why we need to solve it.

Sera sat down again, resting her chin on her hand, and offered a direct solution: “We don’t know how, but Lady Adela, the Governor’s wife, does. She has managed to navigate the Governor’s mansion, the Upper Nest nobles, and the representatives of the Ministry of the Interior for so many years, and she can always welcome the Lord into the inner chambers. She’s not just good at dressing up. Let’s call her over and have her teach us.”

Sena questioned, "She sees this skill as her only bargaining chip to gain a foothold among adults. Would she be willing to teach us this core advantage? That would be tantamount to her voluntarily handing over power."

Katarina let out a cold snort.

"She has no choice. She's a smart woman and should know who her position comes from. If she refuses to cooperate and tries to monopolize the master's inner chambers, I will issue a notice directly to Zhongchao and Shangchao. The noblewomen and eldest daughters of families there are willing to pay any price to get close to the master. There are at least five hundred noble widows in Zhongchao who are willing to provide tactical guidance in this regard free of charge."

Katarina looked at Sera: "Go and call Adela. Bring her here. Do it secretly."

Fifteen minutes later.

Adèle, lifting her elaborate skirt, walked gracefully into the room.

She was indeed, as Sera had said, wearing a very alluring silk dress that clung to her mature, voluptuous curves, with a very low neckline.

The door closed behind her.

Adela looked around.

The atmosphere in the room was less like a welcome party and more like a trial of heretics.

Adèle maintained her perfect smile and slightly bent her knees.

"The four holy ladies."

"My lord is about to return to port. What are your orders for summoning me at this time?"

Katerina didn't beat around the bush.

The most effective way to deal with a woman who has navigated the power dynamics of the workplace is to reveal your hand directly.

"Mrs. Adela. What I am about to say is top secret. Listen carefully and obey."

Katarina stared at her. "From today onwards, the four of us will take over the task of serving the master after his return. What you need to do is to pass on all the skills, methods, and the master's preferred approach to us without reservation."

Adela's perfect smile froze for half a second.

In that half-second, her brain was working frantically, like the Thinkers array.

She instantly analyzed the current situation:

These four women are living saints, the most symbolic religious and military leaders under Lawson. They possess absolute orthodoxy. If they wanted to replace her in the dormitory, she would have absolutely no chance of resistance.

Resistance means being marginalized, or even seen as an obstacle.

Katarina can find someone else to teach her at any time, or even strip her of her access to the core area of ​​the tower.

But what does it mean to compromise and perfectly execute their orders?

A man's initial excitement will eventually fade, but the trust that the four living saints have in her is her get-out-of-jail-free card to permanently establish herself in this nest city.

Power is not about what you own, but about who needs you.

"I originally thought that the four saintesses were only good at reclaiming lost territory."

She slowly raised her eyes.

"I didn't expect them to know how to take back the room."

Sera frowned immediately: "Watch your mouth."

Adela said gently, “I’m praising you. Many women don’t even dare to admit what they want, but the four of you are at least more honest than them.”

Vera said softly, "This is not what I want."

Adela looked at her.

Vera's face flushed slightly, but she didn't look away.

"It's my duty."

Adela looked at her quietly for a while, then her tone suddenly softened.

"That would be even more dangerous, Lady Vera."

Vera was taken aback.

Adela whispered, "Desire makes one insecure, duty makes one resolute. The former leaves one with a way out, the latter with none."

Katarina did not interrupt.

She discovered that Adela was indeed more valuable than she had expected.

Sera said impatiently, "Are you going to teach me or not?"

Adela looked away and bent her knees again.

"teach."

"But I need to correct one thing first."

Katarina: "Speak."