Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"These big guys are riding like crazy."

With the addition of the Flying Bears, the pressure on White Scars dropped dramatically.

They regained their velocity space.

Olukin led his team to cut into the Knights' retreat route and retrieved several Knight mechs that had become stuck in the inner layers of the garbage city.

Those riders were still not entirely convinced in the channel.

"We can still fight!"

Olukin coldly replied, "If you can fight, then fight as you go."

“You have proven your courage.”

"Now prove you have a brain."

This statement was more acceptable to the knight than the command of the Keystone Sequence.

A knight may not like to retreat.

But they dislike being told they're brainless even more.

So they began to retreat.

The Raider Titans opened fire from the rear, covering the entire force's escape from the depths of Tankar Oil City.

The main objectives of the Eastern Motwald campaign have been achieved.

Leo Ku was destroyed.

The main factory was destroyed.

The green-skinned trains were decimated.

Although the knights suffered some losses due to their charge, they were ultimately not surrounded by the orcs thanks to the support of White Scar and the Flying Bears.

But outside the battlefield, another event was fully recorded by the Cornerstone Sequence.

The Dark Angel disengaged from the battle.

Without joint command authorization.

No response to White Scar's call.

We went straight into the sandstorm vortex.

Inside the wartime command hall, Lawson watched the tactical replay.

The Dark Angels motorcycle team became a string of silent black dots in the sandstorm, then disappeared at the edge of the massive storm.

Old maps provided by the Agammenus family show that within the area covered by the sandstorm vortex, there were no known Imperial facilities, no water sources, no major Greenskin strongholds, and no trace of the Poor Princes' activities.

At least not in the public records.

But the Dark Angels were willing to abandon their allies' flanks in crucial battles and charge into that storm of death.

This doesn't seem like a last-minute mistake.

Dark angels are always shrouded in mystery.

There are so many secrets that they could drive the courtroom to the brink of cardiac arrest.

They can abandon their allies for certain reasons.

They could even put the "overall war situation of the empire" as a secondary consideration.

Lawson raised his hand and zoomed in on the last frame of the outer edge of the sandstorm vortex.

Before the sandstorm engulfed the Dark Angels motorcycle team, the rider at the very front seemed to look up at the eye of the storm.

It was like finally discovering something they had been searching for for a long time.

Lawson's eyes narrowed slightly.

The vigilant star is already lively enough.

Greenskins, cunning bastards, Nurgle, the Black Legion, the Dark Eldar, the Rotten Council, the Hellforge, and now a group of Dark Angels who have suddenly gone mad and are burrowing into the sandstorm.

After Lawson arrived on the Vigilant Planet, the course of the war on the entire planet began to shift.

This change wasn't achieved through declarations.

It is reflected in every transport line, every water pump, every fire station, and every list of the wounded.

The advance of the green train was halted.

Calgar, the Steel Hand, the Space Wolf, the Imperial Fist, the Crimson Fist, and the Space Marines who arrived later, welded the outer battle line back together.

The Orcs' racing tribes will still storm the Desert Highway, the Bone Saw Machines will still roar across the Iron Wasteland, and the Greenskin factories will still be smoking, but they can no longer cut off water and ammunition transport between hives as easily as before.

They crashed into the wall.

Then, it was fired back by the cannon behind the wall.

The poor prince's actions also began to change.

What they used to excel at was hiding in the lower levels of the city, in the guild halls, chapels, and noble bedrooms, slowly enveloping the entire city with a network of kinship.

After Lawson arrived, the Bixie battle group screened people out layer by layer.

Gene sniffing nodes entered aristocratic spires, water purification plants, military archives, and underground supply stations, dragging those mixed-race individuals disguised as humans out of the crowd.

The underground passage was divided into "human passage", "sealed passage" and "death passage".

Every time the venerable ancestral dragon made a move, it would leave behind a piece of its claw.

The plague zone of East Tolia was cut open.

Death Guards were personally dealt with by Lawson, the infected were screened, and uninfected civilians were transferred in batches. After Iron Hand, Crimson Fist, and Graveyard Hawk took over the quarantine line, the plague no longer spread outwards like a lump of mud.

For the first time, the civilians of Vigilant Star saw the shape of victory.

This is very rare.

Imperial commoners typically only see two things.

Today's rations.

Tomorrow is my death day.

Now, they saw a third thing.

order.

The water purification truck arrived on time.

The grain transshipment line has reopened.

The Cornerstone Sequence posted notices at street corners, telling everyone in the coldest, hardest language: rioters will be executed, those who steal water will be executed, those who spread cult rumors will be executed, and those who cooperate with the relocation will receive food rations and residency registration.

On Vigilant Star, this is already like a miracle.

As a result, the wartime command of Saint Harbor became increasingly busy.

Representatives of various warbands, generals of the Astral Army, sages of the Mechanicus, high priests of the State Religion, heads of the Water Purification Hub, transport line dispatchers, and keystone sequence nodes come and go here every day.

The quarrels of the old parliament have disappeared.

No one dared to discuss in front of Lawson that a seal required thirty-seven procedures.

No one dared to mention any ancient privileges of the nobility before the Bi'an battle group had even cleaned their axes.

Serena Agammenus has changed too.

She was originally the representative of the Agammenus family, responsible for maintaining decorum and upholding the family's legal system.

She remains dignified.

Beyond being polite, there was an added touch of ingratiation.

She knew that Lawson retained the nominal ruling identity of the Agammenus family not out of pity, but because the facade was temporarily useful.

This made her very proactive.

Every morning, she would personally deliver the latest compilation of noble relations, allocation lists, and local coordination reports from the Governor's Office of the Vigilant Star to Lawson.

Sometimes they also bring tea.

Truly good tea is extremely rare on Vigilant Star; most comes from old stock stored away in the noble warehouses before the Great Rift. The fact that Serena could bring it out at this time shows that she has exchanged the last vestiges of her family's dignity for practicality.

She placed the teacup beside Lawson: "Motwald's agricultural factory has resumed 30% of its production capacity."

She reported in a low voice.

"The backup medical bays at the Longevity Treatment Center can also be converted for battle wound repair. There are also several old doctors in the family who used to serve only nobles; I have already had them report to the Wartime Control Court."

Looking at the star map, Lawson casually remarked, "Are they willing?"

Serena smiled.

“I told them that if they were unwilling, they could go and explain to the Bi’an Warband where their potions had been distributed over the past thirty years.”

Lawson finally glanced at her.

"She learns very quickly."

Serena lowered her head slightly.

"Those who are alive must always learn."

Of course, Lawson could see it.

The woman was getting closer to him.

It has political motives, as well as a self-preservation instinct.

The Vigilant Star needed the face of the Agammenus family, which could still appease the local nobles. Serena was smart enough, sensible enough, and knew her place enough.

As long as she doesn't cross the line, Lawson doesn't mind her serving tea and water, nor does he mind her making some empty surrenders with her eyes.

Serena has a good appearance and figure.

But it's not time to relax yet.

The ground battle on Vigilant Star has only been stabilized; it is far from over.

An even greater threat is looming at the edge of the galaxy.