Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Ordinary administrative staff will be re-screened, and those who pass will be retained, with supervision continuing in the core sequence.

Lawson dislikes wasting talent.

But he disliked leaving insect eggs behind even more.

The new governor is an administrative assassin who came from the Cornerstone Order.

Number: Cornerstone-Government Affairs-1001.

He had participated in the reorganization of the middle-level unions on the Obolus Triad and took over the food bureau on Albitl-3, possessing comprehensive experience in hive administration, rationing, water purification, corpse disposal, and the purge of nobles.

Lawson didn't give him a fancy title, only orders.

"Castor-7 enters three-year wartime trusteeship."

"Restore water, food, star ports, and factories."

"The planetary screening continues."

"Maintain the priority of clearing the nest after it has been built."

"The reconstruction of all children's shelters will be jointly overseen by the Cornerstone Sequence and the Suanni."

"The national education system is temporarily frozen, pending subsequent restructuring."

Cornerstone - Government Affairs - 1001 Kneeling on one knee.

"As ordered."

Lawson stood up.

Outside the observatory window, the lights of Castor-7's hive city are gradually being restored.

This planet has experienced a silent civil war.

Many people died.

Many people have disappeared.

Many people will wake up tomorrow to find that their relatives, superiors, idols, priests, and benefactors of the almshouse have all become red pollution nodes in their files.

Behind Lawson, the Cornerstone Order has begun to take over the control of the Governor's Palace.

The Bixie warriors escorted the last batch of criminals away.

The Suanni team headed to the next almshouse to purify the remaining debris.

Big Bear returned from the underground prayer well with his guards, the warhammer still bearing fragments of chitin.

Lawson stopped in front of the light screen and glanced back at Castor-7.

A world of nests with a population of 10 billion.

They were almost wiped out from within by the Zerg.

Now, it belongs to him.

Lawson stepped into the static force field.

It's time to go back and take stock of the harvest.

When Lawson stepped out of the static field, the night in the spire area had not yet dissipated.

He just returned from Castor-7.

The soles of the boots were still covered with shards of glass from the Governor's Palace Observatory.

As soon as Lawson stepped into the tactical hall outside the inner courtyard, a high-priority signal came from the swarm intelligence.

It's in the direction of Dante's fleet.

The fleet of Dante, the Regent in the shadows, is intercepted by the main force of the Red Pirates.

Dante requests that this be relayed.

Inside the bridge of the Blood Angels warship, Dante, the Dark Regent, stood before the tactical console.

Beside him, several officers of the Holy Blood Angels were constantly adjusting the fleet formation.

On the star map, a red ship silhouette lay across the shipping lane.

It was a massive fleet capable of silencing any Imperial fleet commander.

The main force of the Red Pirates.

"We must move on to the next battlefield."

"Huron's fleet has blockaded the shipping lanes."

"A forced breakout would come at a huge cost and would also delay the rescue efforts."

"Brother Lawson, if you have a way, please lend a hand."

That concludes the information.

It did not force Lawson to send troops.

Dante was well aware that Lawson was reorganizing the Agrippina Sector.

But the veteran still sent a request.

Because the situation is indeed tricky.

Lawson stared at the red pirate fleet on the star map and remained silent for a moment.

Use swarm intelligence to retrieve data.

Red Pirate.

Huron the Black-Hearted.

Lord of the Great Whirlpool.

Former Chapter Leader of the Space Marines, later became the Chaos Pirate King.

Compared to those madmen who constantly scream for sacrifice, Huron is more like a combination of a mafia godfather, a space pirate king, and an extreme realist speculator.

He can talk about interests.

They care about saving face.

They talk about hatred.

Ultimately, he was talking about survival and profit.

After the Great Rift, the Red Pirates' power expanded extremely rapidly.

The whirlpool became his lair.

Within that second-largest warp zone in the galaxy lie countless abandoned planets, drifting ship graveyards, armed star cities, slave markets, Dark Mechanicus shipyards, and the wealth and hostages of the Red Pirates, all dragged to the edge of warp.

The flagship "Destroyer Ghost" is a symbol of Huron's power.

Pirates did not have land in the true sense.

The ship is territory.

Starport is the throne.

The fleet, shipyards, and treasure troves hidden deep within the whirlpool are Huron's lifeblood.

Looking at the documents, Andrei immediately understood what Losen meant.

"You're going to attack his hometown?"

Lawson smiled.

"I don't have time to play right now."

Andrei remained silent for a moment.

"But he doesn't know if you're available or not."

Lawson nodded.

He didn't go to Huron's private channel.

A pirate king like Huron would certainly have multi-layered encryption, subspace noise shielding, Dark Mechanics interference devices, and a plethora of stand-in channels for his flagship communications.

Going to find him would only make Lawson seem too conventional.

What Lawson has in abundance is a lack of respect for rules.

The next moment, electrical noise appeared simultaneously on a wide range of channels in the Dark Side of the Empire.

The main fleet of the Red Pirates.

Inside the bridge of the "Destruction Ghost," Blackheart Huron sat on the command throne.

His face was ferocious, and his aura was heavy.

On either side of the throne stood Red Pirate officers, Dark Mechanicus priests, slave messengers, and several representatives from different rebel chapters.

On the star map, Dante's fleet was pinned down on the other side of the shipping lane.

A red pirate captain is giving a report.

"The Holy Blood Angels fleet is not making a full-scale breakout. They are conserving their strength. As long as the waterway remains blocked, within thirty standard hours, they will either have to detour or launch a full-scale attack."

Another mutineer officer sneered.

"Dante is too old. So old that he has to calculate the cost before he charges into battle."

Huron knew Dante better than these people.

Old age does not mean weakness.

The fact that he has lived this long shows that he knows when to be patient and when to bite the enemy's throat.

Just as Huron was about to order a change in the fleet formation, a piercing static burst from the bridge communications station.

The slave messenger screamed, blood flowing from his ear.

The Dark Mechanicus priest immediately connected the data cable.

"External interference signal!"

Huron's eyes darkened.