Warhammer: Empire Reboot

There is also a sense of helplessness and pain.

Ilancia didn't look at them for long.

She was afraid she would waver.

After the last Elven was escorted out of the hall, the doors closed again.

Lawson looked at Ilancia.

She seemed to want to say something more.

"Lossen, I need to confirm those soul stones..."

Lawson raised his hand to interrupt.

"I don't want to talk to you right now."

"Your only value now is as a living hostage."

Anger flashed in Ilancia's eyes.

"I am not an object."

Lawson turned to look at Ash.

"Take him away."

"You're in charge of guarding it."

"If she runs away, you'll be held responsible."

Ash perked up completely.

"Master, are you entrusting her to me?"

"Just a guard."

"I will keep a close eye on it."

She walked over to Ilancia and gently placed her fingertips on her shoulder.

Ilancia tensed up instantly, as if touched by a venomous snake.

"Don't touch me."

Ash whispered in her ear.

"We'll be spending a lot of time together from now on, Little Ark."

You'd better learn to accept reality.

Ilancia looked at Lawson and finally lost her composure.

"I don't want to be locked up with her."

Lawson has reactivated the tactical projection.

"Aren't you Spirit Race people very arrogant?"

"Then learn to adapt to the environment."

Ash smiled and grabbed the living metal clasp on Ilancia's wrist.

"Let's go."

"I'll take you to choose a room."

Do you prefer it cooler or darker?

Ilancia gritted her teeth.

"Stay away from me!"

Ash pulled her outside, her tone light and cheerful.

"Then let it be a little cold."

"You Ark Eldar always like to act high and mighty; a cold room suits you perfectly."

"Losen!"

Ilancia's voice finally carried a hint of panic.

"You cannot hand me over to the Keeper of Secrets!"

Ash dragged Ilancia out.

"You demon, let go!"

Ash's laughter faded into the distance.

"Don't move."

"The more you struggle, the more interesting it becomes."

"Losen! I demand a change of guard!"

After Ilancia Moonblade was dragged away, the Dominion fell silent again.

The screams outside the door faded away.

Ash Velos's laughter faded into the distance.

The laughter, like a hooked thread, slid away little by little from the depths of the corridor, finally being swallowed up by the heavy metal doors and the soundproofing layer of the foundation sequence.

Er Gou remained standing there, glanced at the doorway, and whispered:

"Boss, are we really leaving Ash to look after those bean sprouts?"

Lawson did not look up.

"She won't die."

Er Gou grinned.

"Death is not certain, but madness is another matter."

San Gou said from the side:

Ash will follow the rules.

Er Gou glanced at him sideways.

"You have so much confidence in Slaanesh?"

Three Dogs calmly said:

"I have confidence in the BOSS's collar."

Er Gou thought for a moment and nodded.

"That makes sense."

Lawson waved his hand.

Several mastiff guards retreated to the edge of the hall.

The bloodstains, fragments of spirit bones, and traces left by the dragging of the combat sequence on the ground were quickly cleaned up by the foundation sequence.

The pile of soul stones was returned to the static storage compartment.

As Lawson watched the sealed compartment close, he gently tapped the armrest with his fingers.

The Eldar race reached this point a bit too early.

It's a bit troublesome.

His original plan was very clear.

After the Battle of Vigilant Star, Nakdom Corridor served as a bridgehead for continued expansion and integration into the dark side of the Empire.

The Vengeful Spirit, Void Claw, Battle Moon, and Agrippina Prime together form the new strategic framework.

Using the dozen or so worlds Dante gave him as pilot projects, he reformed the administrative system of the dark side of the Empire, which had been shattered into sand, back into bricks.

Chaos will return.

Abaddon will come back.

An even bigger war is yet to come.

Lawson originally planned to take advantage of this downtime to strengthen the air combat system, complete the modification of the combat moon's outer shell, organize the Vengeance Soul, dismantle the inventory of the Hell Furnace on the Extinction Star, and continue to accumulate subspace energy.

As a result, the Eldar race from the Ark intervened.

It's not a diplomatic mission yet.

They are an assassination squad.

Lawson couldn't help but chuckle.

"They're the real Spirit Race."

Three dogs looked over.

Lawson waved his hand.

"fine."

He certainly didn't like the Eldar.

The arrogance inherent in these pointy-eared people is even more infuriating than that of the imperial nobles.

Imperial nobles at least knew that they relied on their ancestors, money, private armies, and imperial legitimacy to maintain their prestige.

The Eldar have the phrase "I am superior to you" ingrained in their very bones. Even after falling from the galactic overlords to a group of exiles, they still look at humans with the eyes of beasts.

But I hate it as much as I hate it.

Lawson knew very well that the Eldar had valuable items.

So many good things.

Netway.

Spirit bone craftsmanship.

Psionic Conduction Technology.