Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"It's about making those who once looked down on you tremble at the foot of your boots."

"It's about letting every planet on the dark side of the Empire know that food comes from you, water comes from you, safety comes from you, and even children's survival comes from you."

"By then, they will not only obey you."

They will crave you.

"They will be afraid of losing you."

"They will call your name before they go to sleep."

“Master, that is the sweetest offering.”

After listening, Lawson's expression remained unchanged.

Ash felt a little irritated.

She'd rather Lawson scold her than have him look at her like that.

She splashed the water and slowly rinsed it down the back of Lawson's feet.

"Aren't you even a little bit tempted?"

Lawson said calmly, "I'm already doing what you described."

Ash stopped moving.

Lawson looked down at her.

"The difference is, you want me to be intoxicated, I just want it to be useful."

For the first time, a clear look of annoyance flashed in Ash's eyes.

She lowered her head and continued washing, deliberately pressing her fingers against the soles of his feet.

Lawson's foot twitched slightly.

She immediately looked up, smiling like a child who had stolen candy.

"So the owner is ticklish too?"

Lawson stared at her: "Try again."

Ash nodded obediently.

"Yes."

The next moment, she pressed it again.

This one is lighter.

更坏。

Lawson's forehead twitched.

Ash couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

She finally found something that could arouse him, even if it wasn't depravity but just a prank, it was enough to make her happy.

The golden flame on the necklace suddenly lit up.

Ash shuddered, his back straightened instantly, and a few drops of water spilled from the silver basin.

She bit her lip, her eyes revealing a mixture of pain and a twisted pleasure.

"Owner……"

Her voice was a little hoarse: "You're making me think you're rewarding me."

Lawson looked at her, speechless for a moment.

“You Slaanesh bastards should all be put in court to hear your confessions.”

Ash took a breath and actually laughed.

"That might give rise to a new art movement."

Lawson shook his head: "He's hopelessly insane."

"Does the master prefer normal?"

Ash knelt in front of the basin of water and looked up at him.

"Normal is boring."

“Normal human nobles are afraid of death, afraid of getting old, afraid of poverty, and afraid of losing power.”

"I'm different."

"You can step on me, and I'll still laugh."

"If you insult me, I can turn your insults into a song."

“If you keep me locked up, I will hate you while also wanting to see when you lock up the dark side of the entire empire.”

She leaned forward slightly, leaving a shallow mark from the collar.

"Master, don't you find this interesting?"

Lawson looked at her: "Interesting."

Ash's eyes lit up.

Lawson added, "Like watching a poisonous spider dance in a dish."

Her face darkened further.

"You'll get bitten by me sooner or later."

“If you bite me now, the collar will blow your head off.”

That's why I said it would happen sooner or later.

She lowered her head, deliberately letting the warm water slide back into the silver basin along the back of his foot, her fingertips slowly circling his ankle.

Lawson looked down at her: "How long are you going to dawdle?"

Ash raised her face, her long purple hair slipping down her shoulder, covering half of her face, revealing only one smiling eye.

"Why is Master in such a hurry?"

"The war is over, and it's rare to have a basin of hot water."

Lawson sneered: "If you utter another word of nonsense, I'll send you to wash Xiong Wei's feet."

Ash's smile froze for a moment.

She imagined the scene of 60,000 five-meter-tall bear guards lining up to stretch their legs, and her eyes twitched slightly.

"My master is so cruel."

"Don't you like it?"

"That depends on the person you're talking to."

Just as Lawson was about to scold her, a ripple suddenly stirred deep within the bee's mind.

He squinted slightly, looking at the shadows surrounding the Royal Court.

Something has crept in.

……

Ilancia Moonblade ascends along the outer wall of the Saint Harbor core tower.

The theater operated silently.

The light bent beside her, the heat source was pressed into the background, and her footsteps landed on the metal bridge without even a speck of dust rising noticeably.

She had enough confidence in her stealth abilities.

The Ark Eldar's shadow field far surpasses humanity's so-called optical cloak.

It not only deceives the eyes, but also shreds the oracles' echoes, disrupts the edges of thermal imaging, and breaks down the presence of a living thing into many irreparable noises.

At least in her past assassination career, humans have never been able to detect her before she gets close.

The defenses of Saint Harbor's core area are indeed very tight.

The outer patrol lines circled one after another, with the gray methyl stone sequence moving between corridors, elevator shafts, ammunition depots, and communication nodes. Each access control point had multiple verifications, and each passage was under crossfire.

Ilancia, like a silver needle, pierced through the gaps between those defensive lines.

The journey was silent.

Have a safe journey.

Until she approached the inner layer of the Royal Court.

Outside the main hall, two tall guards stood on either side of the door.

They weren't wearing power armor, only black and gray combat suits, with heavy bomb guns and power axes at their sides.

A group of burly men were squatting by the ammunition boxes playing cards on the side of the door.

They were burly and carried the imposing presence typical of the Imperial Guard, yet at this moment they did not resemble the personal guards protecting the dark side of the Empire.

More like a group of idle soldiers who have just come down from the battlefield.

Er Gou's face was covered with notes.

His forehead, cheeks, and chin were all covered in them, and even one was hanging askew on the bridge of his nose.

He was clutching several cards in his hand, his eyes wide open.

"I'm going to turn this game around."

San Gou sat down next to me, arranging the cards with his fingers. "You said the same thing last time."

Er Gou angrily said, "In the last round, Ao Qi misrepresented the facts."

Aoqi immediately retorted, "Second Brother, you can't say that. I was just making reasonable tactical extensions based on the framework of the game you set."

Er Gou slammed the cards onto the ammunition box.

"You're calling a logistics vehicle a strategic reserve force, and you even dared to suppress my heavy artillery? Is that reasonable?"

Aoqi said seriously, "Wartime logistics is the strategic lifeline. Without logistics, heavy artillery is just an iron rod. My logistics vehicles crush your heavy artillery; the logic is sound."