Warhammer: Empire Reboot

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[Reference aircraft: Lightning fighter, Thunder heavy fighter, Storm Claw interceptor.]

[Priority Indicators: High-speed interception, resistance to psionic contamination, swarm multi-unit synchronization, compatibility with stasis ammunition resupply, and anti-demonic flying units.]

T-001 was received quickly.

A series of sketches popped out from the depths of the swarm, like a group of mechanical fanatics finally getting their hands on a new toy.

Just as Lawson was about to continue reading, he heard footsteps outside the door.

The footsteps seemed to be deliberately stomping on eardrums, one after another, rhythmically.

Without even looking up, Lawson knew who it was.

Ash Velos walked in carrying a silver basin.

She changed into a deep purple robe, cinched at the waist, with a high slit in the hem, revealing a section of her long, almost dazzlingly white legs as she walked.

I learned to wear boots and walk like a snake.

With a slight sway of her hips, the long robe slid past her body, its lines flowing from her waist to her legs, as if deliberately writing "offense" into every movement.

The short horns on her head were rounded off, and her long purple hair hung down in front of her chest, covering half of it, but deliberately not completely.

The collar was fastened around her neck.

With each step she took, the golden flame on her necklace would light up gently.

It was as if it were reminding her, and also as if it were humiliating her.

Ash, however, seemed to enjoy the humiliation.

She walked up to Lawson, bent down, and put down the silver basin.

The water rippled gently, steam rose, carrying a faint fragrance.

"What did you add to it?"

Ash looked up and smiled sweetly.

"Just spices."

Speak like a human.

She licked her lips, and the corners of her eyes curved upwards.

"A small amount of tranquilizer, a small amount of sensory-enhancing powder, and a tiny bit of something that can make mortals' blood heat up."

Lawson looked at her.

Ash immediately raised her hands, her silver fingernails flashing under the light.

"Don't look at me like that, Master. Of course it's useless to you. I just like to adjust the water to create a certain atmosphere."

Lawson sneered: "You're washing my feet and trying to drug me?"

"It can't be considered drugging."

Ash knelt down, her knees close together, her waist slumped low, and when she looked up at Lawson, her posture was as docile as a tamed beast.

But her eyes were full of evil.

“In Slaanesh’s court, this is called politeness.”

Lawson was so angry he laughed.

"The manners of your court are enough to get you shot three hundred times by the Imperial Ministry of Justice."

Ash blinked. "That empire is pathetic."

She reached out and unbuckled the buckle on Lawson's boots, tapping it lightly with her fingernail as her fingertip traced the edge of the metal buckle.

Ding……

A very soft sound.

She bent down to take off Lawson's boots, her purple hair falling down and brushing against his trouser legs.

"The master stared at the fighter jet data for a long time today."

Lawson did not respond.

Ash, seemingly oblivious to his coldness, placed his boots to the side, then, supporting his ankles, placed his feet in the water.

Her hands were cold.

The water is very hot.

She grasped the contrast perfectly.

"The Flying Bears team isn't enough, is it?"

Lawson looked down at her: "You were peeking at my tactical data?"

Ash smiled.

"How dare I peek? It's just that when the master looked at the picture, his eyes changed from the slaughter of a battlefield to the dismemberment of bones by a craftsman. That's my guess."

She gently pressed her fingertips across Lawson's instep: "You already have the ground; now, you lack the sky."

Lawson narrowed his eyes.

Ash didn't look up; her voice was as soft as water vapor.

"You see, that's what desire is like."

"Think about survival first."

"Want to win again."

"Having won the world, they now want a star sector."

"After taking over the sector, we still feel that the sky is still occupied by other countries."

“Master, your appetite is far more impressive than you admit.”

"How beautiful?" Rosen asked casually.

Ash raised her face, her eyes shining brightly.

"very beautiful."

"The grumpy butcher on the brass throne likes to answer all questions with his axe. The fat, benevolent father in the rotten garden likes to call rotting flesh a blessing. As for the long-haired bird in the crystal labyrinth... ha, it can weave a bunch of conspiracies into a ball and then go inside and enjoy itself for half a day."

Her smile grew even sweeter, but the words she uttered flowed with a slangy, obscene quality.

"But you're different."

You want order.

"I want everyone to be in your place."

"I want the army to obey your every thought, I want the planet to breathe to your rhythm, I want the nobles to shut up, I want taxes to flow into your hands, I want the fleet to bow down before you."

Her fingertips gently circled in the water, and ripples spread across Lawson's ankles.

“Master, this is not abstinence, it is a greater greed.”

"You've just put it in military uniform and called it strategy."

Lawson looked at her.

Ash's smile grew even softer.

She was undermining his ambition.

Gently push back the line between "responsibility" and "possession".

Push it a little.

Push it a little further.

One day, a person will be unable to distinguish whether they are saving the world or enjoying it.

Ash wanted to see that day.

Lawson suddenly laughed.

You want me to admit I'm greedy?

Ash cradled his foot with his wet hands, then lowered his head and paused for a moment beside the instep.

She was so close to kissing him, but she didn't; she just let her breath brush against his skin.

The distance was perfectly timed.

It's ambiguous enough without triggering the collar punishment.

"Master, what's shameful about greed?"

"The most hypocritical thing about humanity is that while we've devoured the entire galaxy until there's nothing left, we still kneel before idols and claim to be celibate."

"At least be honest."

Lawson said, "When did I say I was celibate?"

Ash's eyes lit up.

"So you admit it?"

Lawson pulled his foot out of her hand a little.

"I admit you wash too slowly."

Ash's smile froze for a moment.

She lowered her head again, her grip noticeably tighter.

"My master is so clueless about romance."

"I'm not a follower of Slaanesh, why should I understand your feelings?"

Ash chuckled softly.

"You don't have to be, but you can use it."