Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Ark-level ecological cycle.

A prophecy system.

Ghost construct.

Even some residual knowledge related to the ancient sacred heritage.

Any one of these items would be enough to make those tin-clad charlatans of the Imperial Mechanicus weep while clutching their gears.

Especially the internet.

Now that Lawson possesses a static force field and a three-dimensional folding logistics hive, it has been able to establish a near-cheating short-distance scheduling system between its own elite nodes.

However, this scheduling still has dependencies.

It requires anchor points, the pre-deployment of assassins, and the existence of interfaces in the real world.

The online platforms are different.

That is an ancient system that can traverse the galaxy, bypass subspace storms, and enable fleets and armies to complete strategic maneuvers.

If a small, stable entry point can be controlled, the dark side of the empire's war landscape will be rewritten.

Agrippina, Vigilant Star, Nakmonde Corridor, Obolus, Klein, Holy Blood Star, and many more Dark Worlds can all be connected by a new logistics network.

At that time, he will not only be the dark side ruler of the empire.

But that's where the problem lies.

The Eldar are not Greenskins.

The green-skinned men would either submit to the size of the fist or excitedly rush forward to continue the fight.

The Eldar are different.

They know how to circumvent, how to hide, and how to calculate.

They will use prophecy, diplomacy, manipulation, assassination, proxies, and fragments of the future, half-true and half-false, to drag their enemies into the path they desire.

This assassination attempt by Ilancia may seem reckless on the surface, but it must have been orchestrated by a prophet.

Perhaps those prophets truly foresaw the future where the golden fire of Lawson would consume souls.

Perhaps they deliberately only told the assassination team half the truth.

Perhaps they wanted to test Lawson's reaction.

Perhaps there is also a division within them; some want to kill him, some want to negotiate, and some want to use him to fight against Slaanesh.

The problem with the Eldar is that nine out of ten of their statements might be true, but when put together, they create a mess.

Lawson rubbed his temples.

To subdue the Elven race, one cannot rely solely on killing them.

Of course, we can kill.

If he really wanted to break off relations now, he could have all the warbands and fleets in the dark underworld of the Empire keep an eye on all suspicious traces of the network, and then release Ash, the tethered guardian, to be used as a hunting dog.

The Eldar in the Ark will be in a very difficult situation.

But that would yield too little profit.

The Eldar will immediately retreat into the depths.

The entrance to the network channel is closed.

In the end, it will only turn into a long-term war of attrition.

Lawson didn't want a few Eldar heads.

What he wants is the key in the hands of the Eldar.

Ideally, they should hand over the keys themselves.

The question is, how do we deliver it?

Enough with the intimidation.

The temptation was also given.

What's needed next is a way to get the Eldar from the Ark to sit down and talk.

He wouldn't actually ally with Slaanesh, but Eldar would believe it.

Even the most arrogant Eldar are afraid of Slaanesh.

If Lawson can prove that he can not only devour demons and purify soul stones, but also protect Eldar souls from being preyed upon by Slaanesh on a large scale, then a portion of the Ark forces will inevitably be shaken.

But this road is also dangerous.

If he goes too far, the Eldar will regard him as a soul monopolist even more terrifying than the Slaanesh.

Lawson paused in his tapping of the armrest.

"trouble."

He rarely finds things annoying.

Chaos is easy to deal with.

Green skin is easy to handle.

Gene thieves are easy to deal with.

These things all have clear objectives.

The Spirit Clan is a bunch of annoying but valuable hedgehogs.

It's a loss if you smash it.

If you don't smash it, it'll hurt your hand.

Lawson looked at the sky beyond the dome of Saint Harbor.

The sky above the warning star remains murky.

The clouds were filled with the dust left by war, and smoke was still rising from the distant Nest City.

At least the Chaos Fleet above orbit has been destroyed, the Hell Dragons no longer hover in the low sky, and the large Greenskin Legion on the ground has been shredded.

This planet has started to breathe.

He suddenly realized that he hadn't gone to chat with the Emperor in a long time.

Last time, it was about returning that piece of empathy to Angron.

The emperor gave him a large piece of gold.

To be honest, that conversation went quite well.

It's at least less troublesome than negotiating with the Eldar.

Emperors don't waste words.

I'm too lazy to pretend to be kind.

Everyone knows what the other is.

A tyrant from an old era who sat on a golden throne and burned for ten thousand years.

A new warlord reshapes the dark side of the empire with green farms, swarms of assassins, and stagnant logistics.

They are all people who would dissect morality into its components just to ensure the survival of humanity.

Lawson was very satisfied with this method of communication.

But the thought of the great battle on Vigilant Star dampened his spirits.

Abaddon was under his foot, and it looked like he was about to chop him up.

As a result, the four gods themselves stepped in.

Four forces of subspace forcefully tore through reality and dragged away Abaddon, that shameful bastard.

He fought a tug-of-war with the Four Gods, and in the end only managed to tear off Abaddon's two arms.

Lawson became increasingly annoyed.

What about the emperor?

Couldn't you at least turn on the light?

Even burning a single hair would be acceptable.

Four evil gods descended to snatch the person, but the emperor didn't react at all.

Is this appropriate?

Not suitable.

That's very inappropriate.

Lawson closed his eyes.

Consciousness sinks.

Within the compressed space, the black hole, the size of a millstone, slowly rotated.

The surrounding area is a dark boundary distorted by gravity.

Deep within the black hole, the egg-sized Imperial Gold Flame burned silently, like a compressed star.

It's more stable than last time.

It is also heavier.

Lawson stood on the edge of darkness, looking at the huge, cold sun.

"Old man."

"Chat?"

The cold sun was silent.

Lawson wasn't in a hurry.

He compressed the records of the Vigilant Star battle stored in the swarm mind into a spark of information and pushed it toward that cold sun.