Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The underlying logic of the cornerstone sequence is more suitable for planetary management.

They are not corrupted by greed or lust for power.

It can process hundreds of millions of government data, logistics schedules, and factory capacity on the planet with millisecond-level response times.

They sat enthroned on the gear throne of the governor's mansion, which was the most sophisticated humanoid computational matrix.

More importantly, it's about resource allocation.

The dark side of the Empire is vast, with hundreds of thousands of human worlds whose communications have been severed by the Great Rift.

In the future, his interstellar expeditionary force will need a massive number of combat units to board enemy ships, slay the Great Demons, and reclaim the stars occupied by Chaos and Aliens.

Placing valuable fourth- and fifth-tier combat units behind the planetary governor's desk to approve food transport orders, water purification reports, and nest security documents is a misallocation of war resources.

The foundation sequence is more than sufficient.

Because what maintains the bottom line of rule is never the individual combat power of the planetary governor.

Instead, it is a static force field network.

Lawson's static force field network covers all the important nodes of the 318 planets.

If any planet experiences a gathering of gene stealers, a Chaos cult, or a remnant of the old aristocracy attempting to storm the governor's mansion.

The Cornerstone Governor only needs to send a one-byte alert via the swarm network.

The White Tiger and Crimson Dragon battle groups, or the Bear Guards in standby mode, will pass through the stasis field and descend directly on the insurgents the second after the alarm is issued.

The absolute force delivery mechanism ensures the authority of the cornerstone governor.

The newly appointed governors rarely make public appearances.

They do not hold banquets.

I do not watch gladiatorial combat.

No gifts accepted.

They don't use tax revenue to repair family mausoleums.

They spend most of their time sitting on the administrative throne deep within the governor's mansion, connected to the swarm's sub-brains, processing the almost endless data within the planet.

This governor doesn't look like a ruler.

It's more like a living planetary hub.

But for Lawson, this was just right.

After establishing the high-level management structure, Lawson began to dismantle the empire's vast bureaucracy.

The empire's administrative departments were extremely bloated.

Ministry of the Interior, Ministry of Justice, Military Affairs Department of the Astral Army, various religious orders of the Cult of Mechanics, and the national diocese system.

The Planetary Governor's Office includes the Tax Office, the Labor Service Office, the Corpse Workers' Union, the Notary Office, the Transport Office, the Food Accounting Office, the Expiry Registry, the Birth Permit Office, and the Death Numbering Office.

This massive bureaucratic class maintained the empire's slow and rigid operation.

A food allocation order could circulate for fifty-seven days between the Governor's Office, the Ministry of the Interior, the Star Harbor Office, the Trade Union, the Council of Nobles, and the scribes' copy room.

A distress signal from a marginal planet might be misplaced in a filing cabinet by a low-ranking clerk and only discovered by another clerk three hundred years later, marked as "pending verification".

The terrifying aspect of the imperial bureaucracy is not that it is ineffective.

The problem lies in its use of an extremely busy approach to produce extremely inefficient results.

Lawson destroyed this model.

He did not abolish all departments in one fell swoop.

The only difference is that all the staff members have been replaced by the cornerstone sequence.

The resulting changes are almost absurd.

Albitel-3, former Ministry of the Interior tax hall.

In the past, there were seven thousand ordinary clerks here.

They were replaced by a sequence of seven hundred cornerstone members.

Previously, quarterly tax calculations for planets took three months; now, a draft can be provided in seven minutes, a review can be completed in fifteen minutes, and a transfer recommendation can be generated in twenty-one minutes.

An elderly clerk who had been retained stood to the side, staring at the screen with a look of utter horror.

After the 318 planets of the Agrippina Sector were reorganized into the same war order by Lawson, the changes were not limited to food, clean water, factories, and supply stations.

There's also the army.

In the old imperial era, each planet had its own planetary defense force.

The name sounds impressive.

In reality, most PDFs were nothing more than a jumbled mess of accounts concocted by governors, nobles, labor unions, the Ministry of War, and tax collectors.

A city-state with a population of 10 billion could theoretically have 300 to 500 million local defense troops.

The numbers are impressive.

It was written into the tax report to demonstrate the governor's loyalty.

Report to the Ministry of Military Affairs, explaining that the planet is well-equipped with weapons.

Hanging it in the recruitment square lets the common people of Xiachao know that they are nothing more than a speck of dust that can be taken away at any time.

But in actual war, these numbers often crumble into a pile of deserters after the first round of railgun bombardment.

There was also a group of young people in the reserves who had just been captured from mines, garbage dumps, and crematoriums.

They don't even know where the safety is on a standard laser gun, yet it's already labeled "ready to be deployed immediately."

Lawson doesn't want this kind of thing.

He has saved 30 million PDFs for each planet.

Few but excellent.

Each planet is assigned a sequence of 500,000 cornerstones, serving as instructors, political commissars, company commanders, battalion-level nodes, legion commanders, logistics supervisors, and core battlefield fire control personnel.

The officer corps was completely reworked.

The era when aristocratic sons could become regimental commanders based on their family name is over.

The union leader's plan to place his henchmen in the quartermaster department to receive salaries without working has been thwarted.

PDF is no longer the private property of the former governor, nor is it a toy in the hands of the aristocratic council.

They became the first outer shell covering each planet for the Lawson War Machine.

In most parts of the Empire's world, the word "conscription" is just as bad news as "famine," "plague," and "gang purges."

In some recruiting worlds, even the concept of salary is scarce.

For example, the planet Krieg.

People there are born and live long enough to carry a gun. They are then given a number, a mask, and a trench shovel, and then pointed in the direction of the enemy.

Being able to eat, drink, and charge into battle is already considered a blessing from the emperor.

Kadian was even more extreme before it shattered.

From the moment the people of that planet can walk, they know that their lives belong to guns, fortresses, and the eye of fear.

The Agrippina sector is different.

Lawson needs an army, but he doesn't want a rotten army.

They have no intention of stuffing truckloads of the hard-won workforce into transport ships and throwing them out as disposable cannon fodder.

So after the new conscription order was issued, civilians on 318 planets saw a military announcement that they couldn't understand for the first time.

[Voluntary registration.]

[Physical examination.]

[Cultural Foundation Assessment]

[Psychological stability test.]

[Increased rations during service.]

[Family allowance.]

[Disability compensation.]

[After discharge, priority will be given to technical positions, security positions, port/airport positions, and factory supervision positions.]

On the first day the announcement was posted, many people gathered at the entrance of the conscription station and looked at it for a long time.

Nobody dared to believe it.

When someone read out the words "voluntary registration," they couldn't help but take a half step back.

An old worker grinned.

"voluntary?"

"I've seen this word when I was young, but then my brother passed away."

Talos-7 is such a place.

This is a world where an old empire conscripts soldiers.

The people here used to maintain their tithes by providing soldiers to the sector.

During the era of the former governor, men were conscripted twice a year.

As soon as the bell rang, the street gates closed.

PDF military police and noble officers entered the house with a list.

Boys and girls, as long as their age, height, and bone strength barely meet the requirements, will be dragged to the square.

Family members cannot take you too far, nor can they ask where you are going.

Asking too many questions will be remembered as "cowardly blood ties".

The people of Talos have known this saying since childhood.