Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The Water Control Authority demanded priority protection for the area surrounding the Water Storage City, but refused to release the blueprints for the backup water pipes to the Astronauts, arguing that "water source security authority must not be leaked."

The Mechanicus sage Omniklas insisted that any shield node connecting to the Joint Command Network must undergo Triple Theological Examination.

Archbishop Elisius of the Church warned that if the joint command forcibly relocated pilgrims, it could cause panic among believers and even lead to a greater collapse of order.

Everyone has a reason.

Everyone's words carry a part of the truth.

But when all the facts are put together, they eventually become a quagmire that could drag down the entire planet.

Calgary stood in front of the round table, his powerful fist pressed against the surface.

The old round table with the double-headed eagle had developed a thin crack.

Varo Tigurius stood beside him, his psychic senses sweeping across the council hall like flowing water.

He tried several times to remind Calga, but the debate in parliament was constantly being steered in new directions. Every time a crucial decision was about to be made, someone would use seemingly reasonable procedures, authority, tradition, or security reasons to drag the topic back into the mire.

Just then, the giant door at the end of the council hall was pushed open.

Chapter 197 Lawson's Thunderous Methods: Are there any volunteers willing to become machine servants?

The arguing lawmakers stopped.

Hundreds of eyes turned to the gate at the same time.

A group of people walked in from outside the door.

The man at the front wore a dark military uniform with palm print insignia on his shoulders and a plasma pistol hanging at his waist.

Behind him, eighteen Terminator guards stepped into the hall.

Two dogs and three dogs stood on the left and right, while the remaining Ao guards spread out in formation. The heavy armor made a rhythmic thud as they stepped on the marble floor.

Many noble representatives in the hall instinctively stepped back.

Lawson walked into the council hall, his gaze sweeping over the round table, the dignitaries, the priests, the bishops, the generals, and the space marines.

He smiled slightly.

"Have I disturbed your meeting?"

No one responded.

"please continue."

Lawson walked through the center of the council hall to Calga and stood beside him at the round table.

Lawson sized up Calga.

Terminator armor, blue battle armor, Ultramariner emblem, that face remembered in countless Imperial battle reports.

He laughed and said, "The Imperial War God, Calgar? I've heard so much about you."

Calga was slightly taken aback.

He didn't recognize the man in front of him.

The aura emanating from the other party was very peculiar.

It is more like a war core that is independent of the imperial system.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Tigurius recognized the voice in that instant.

He immediately reminded him in a low voice.

"Commander, this is Lord Lawson, the Dark Side Master."

In the council chamber, the air seemed to be sucked out for a moment.

The name Lawson already carries weight in the dark side of the Empire.

Many Vigilant Star members initially dismissed these as wartime rumors.

Now, the person they had heard rumors about was standing in front of them.

Without hesitation, Calgar turned and gave Lawson a standard Chapter salute.

“Commander of the Ultramarines, Mannus Calgar, greets the Marker.”

Tigurius also bowed and said, "Varro Tigurius greets the Marksman."

Haldor Frosty suppressed his impatience and slammed his right fist heavily onto his breastplate.

"Space Wolf, Haldor Frostskin, greets the Marker."

Kadan Stronos also rose to his feet: "Iron Hand, Kadan Stronos, greets the Marker."

The simultaneous salute of several Space Marine leaders caused a far greater shock than when Lawson announced his own name.

The expressions of the powerful figures around the round table changed.

Space Marines were already positioned at the top of the Imperial power structure.

But at this moment they are bowing to Lawson.

This means that the identity of the man before them has been recognized by these imperial giants.

Lawson looked at Tigurius.

"You know me?"

Tigurius smiled slightly: "Your Excellency's several public broadcasts to the entire galaxy are truly memorable."

Haldor grinned: "Especially that time they called Abaddon. When I heard it in the bridge, a few of the wolf cubs laughed so hard they almost spat their drinks into the control panel."

Stronus added: "The broadcast caused unusual movements in the Chaos Fleet, which had a clear strategic effect."

Lawson smiled and looked at Calga again.

Calga looked slightly embarrassed.

“Your Excellency, the title of Imperial War God is too exaggerated; I cannot bear it.”

Lawson corrected him earnestly: "No, you can bear it, you are the God of War of the Empire."

Calga was momentarily at a loss for words.

In his mind, Lawson added, "The famous ICU God of War, everyone knows him."

Of course, you can't say such things out loud.

It's not appropriate right now, at least not.

Members of parliament are still in shock.

Serena Agamemnos was the first to regain her normal complexion.

She was more clear-headed than most nobles.

The sudden arrival of someone whom Karl could treat with courtesy means that the parliament's usual delaying tactics might fail.

Omniklas's mechanical eye contracted slightly, and the data cable swayed gently.

Archbishop Elisius lowered his eyes and pressed his finger on the reliquary, whether in prayer or assessing the situation was unclear.

Lawson didn't rush to deal with them.

He asked, "Where is the issue at?"

Calga glanced at the round table, suppressed his anger, and tried to summarize his thoughts in concise language.

"The situation on Vigilant Star has lost its normal command structure. The Greenskins, Poor Princes, Death Guards, Dark Eldar, and the traitorous PDFs are all causing chaos. I propose the establishment of a temporary joint command to unify the allocation of shields, troops, clean water, ammunition, refugees, and hive defense."

Lawson nodded: "That makes sense."

Calgar continued, “The Agamemnus family fears losing its governorship. The Mechanicus demands that the Shield and the Northland District maintain independent decision-making. The Church of England fears the collapse of order among refugees and pilgrims. The Astral Army needs unified command. Local nobles insist on retaining their private armies, warehouses, reservoirs, and evacuation routes.”

"The stamping process was proposed seven times, each time causing substantial delays," Stronos said.

Lawson looked at the round table and asked in a friendly manner.

"Commander Calga's plan is very thorough."

"Who among you objects, and why?"

The hall fell silent for a brief moment.

Many lawmakers exchanged glances.

Lawson's calm attitude made them unsure of what to do.

The first to step forward was the representative of the Earl of Harlowen's family.

This is a middle-aged nobleman with a plump figure, wearing a dark red formal suit and a reservoir concession badge hanging on his chest.

He bowed to Lawson.

"Your Excellency, the Harowen family is by no means opposed to the Empire's unified command. We are merely fulfilling our responsibilities. The Harowen Reservoir supplies thirty million people. If our private army is diverted, the reservoir's defenses will be weakened, and the orc racers or the Poor Prince's thugs could very well seize the water source. Who will bear the consequences then?"

After saying that, he looked at General Warren, his tone sharp.

“The Astral Army has already lost three outer lines of defense. We cannot entrust the lives of our people to a system that has already failed.”

These words made General Warren's face turn ashen.

But Harlowen is very clever.

He did not directly say, "I will not relinquish military power."

He said, "The water source is safe."

Lawson nodded.

Is there anything else?

Another local nobleman stood up.

"Lord of the Seal, the Joint Command has requested that our clan's underground shelters be opened to house refugees. However, these shelters were built on our clan's ancestral property, and our clan is responsible for their supplies. If they are all opened, our clan members and original workers will lose their priority protection. We are not heartless; we simply request that a reasonable proportion be maintained."

Another person got up.

“I represent the Vigilant Star Transporters. The military has requested the temporary requisition of all heavy transport vehicles without providing compensation for losses or terms for their return after the war. If we lose our convoys after the war, the entire food supply to the western hive city will collapse.”