Warhammer: Empire Reboot

“I have a ruler, I'll measure it myself.”

The cold sun finally moved.

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the gold.

What emerges from the cracks are not words or images, but cognitive structures compressed to the extreme.

Lawson waited quietly.

He knew that the emperor's current state could not be understood through ordinary communication.

The other person wasn't sitting behind a desk flipping through files for him.

More like a lighthouse torn apart by trillions of prayers, millennia of suffering, the burden of starlight, the constraints of the golden throne, and the warp rift, it barely manages to pierce through its nearly burned core, casting a sliver of light in the direction it desires.

Such a thing cannot be searched as quickly as the T-series assassins search the database.

We shouldn't rush them.

If they rush him, and the old man really does lose focus, the crack below Terra might tremble, and the High Lords could instantly turn into golden roast meat.

After a while.

Several fine lines flew out from the golden flames.

They hovered at the edge of the black hole, without directly merging into Lawson's consciousness.

The first group is represented by gold symbols.

The symbolic structure is neither High Gothic nor Mechanic binary prayer.

They are closer to some kind of ancient psionic engineering marker.

Each line carries the meaning of coordinates, pressure, boundaries, and thresholds.

The second group consists of complex geometric structures.

Folded layer by layer.

The lines appear broken, but they are actually connected to each other in a higher dimension.

Lawson glanced at it and felt that tens of millions of cornerstone nodes in the swarm intelligence were simultaneously experiencing a slight lag.

Those weren't ordinary blueprints.

Rather, it is a mathematical description of the stability of the network entry point.

Lawson's eyes flickered.

The swarm intelligence approach was immediately adopted.

[Data received.]

[In the process of splitting.]

[Translating in progress.]

[Excluding incomprehensible symbols.]

[A basic interpretation model is being built.]

The theater-level swarm brain breaks down these sets of data and hands them over to the T-series logic module, the cornerstone sequence mathematics group, the starship suicide navigation subnet, and the psionic combat suicide perception model for joint analysis.

Soon, preliminary conclusions emerged.

[Network stability assessment model.]

[Status: Incomplete.]

[The source is suspected to be knowledge left over from the Golden Throne network project.]

[It can be used to identify entrance stability, reality layer anchoring strength, subspace contamination infiltration, non-natural sealing, and traces of Comoros-style modification.]

[This data can be cross-validated with existing network fragments, Dark Eldar remains, warp fluctuation records, and Eldar soulstone resonance data.]

[It is expected that the success rate of identifying unknown network entry points can be improved from uncontrollable to a low-probability verifiable rate.]

Lawson's eyes lit up.

It can be verified with a low probability.

This statement is meaningless to others.

It was very meaningful to him.

Because he has a swarm of bees.

He can use a massive number of nodes to stack the number of verifications.

For others, finding an online portal is like searching for a needle in a haystack in the desert.

By searching for the entrance to the network in Los Angeles, one can sift through the entire desert.

More importantly, this model was created from scratch.

Once you have the first standard, you can refine it repeatedly using more samples.

Fragments of the Dark Eldar's web.

Traces of the Eldar's covert operations.

The unusual paths that the clown might leave behind.

Even partially true and partially false information deliberately exchanged during future negotiations with the Eldar can be incorporated into the model.

The Eldar's greatest advantage is beginning to show cracks.

Lawson collected all the data into the swarm core backup.

He looked up at the cold sun.

"anything else?"

The cold sun was silent.

Lawson waited for a while.

The golden flames burned quietly.

No new patterns flew out.

Lawson frowned: "Don't be so stingy."

"Look at me, I protected the dark side for you, fought Abaddon, dealt with the Four Gods' underhanded tricks, saved over a hundred billion people on Vigilant Star, and even helped you clean up that mess of Imperial bureaucracy."

"Isn't this amount of information a bit meager?"

The cold sun is silent.

Lawson changed his perspective.

"Grandpa, think about it, the Spirit Clan has the Net Dao."

"Once I understand the network, humanity will be able to venture into the warp less often."

"Less exploration of subspace, fewer shipwrecks, fewer people going crazy, less food consumption in chaos."

"Isn't this reducing your burden?"

Jin Huo jumped slightly.

It's like he's a bit noisy.

Lawson immediately seized on this reaction.

"A response means there's still stock available, bring some more."

The silence was even more complete than before.

Lawson was not giving up.

"The information from the Golden Throne is definitely more than this."

“Network access point identification is only the first step.”

"What about shutting it down?"

"What about a lockdown?"

"Blow up the door?"

"What about counter-tracking?"

"How did you manage to make the Spirit Race member walk out of the door and bump headfirst into my Bear Guard's arms?"

The cold sun remained unresponsive.

Lawson stared at it.

"You've read my message but aren't replying, huh?"

The golden flames surrounding the black hole were calm to the point of being almost indifferent.

Lawson was certain that the Emperor had already diverted most of his attention.

This old man was like an elder who would give a red envelope and then immediately close the door, not even bothering to say a word about saving money.

Lawson did not press the matter further.

The fact that the Emperor could provide these two sets of data is already a huge gain.

Especially given the Emperor's current state, every moment he loses focus could mean a reduction in the suppression elsewhere.

Although Lawson was urging him hard with his words, he knew exactly what he was doing.

Can collect.

But we can't catch the lighthouse when it goes out.

Then we can truly have the whole galaxy feast together.

Lawson suddenly remembered the fragments of the Internet project that the Emperor had just unearthed.

Ten thousand years ago, humanity had the opportunity to completely bypass the subspace and take control of its own destiny.

As a result, Magnus smashed the door with a single punch.

Horus chopped the future of the empire to pieces with a single stroke.