Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson finally smiled.

Projection magnification.

Deep within the nest, an arc-shaped structure, camouflaged by rock layers, abandoned pipes, and ancient alloys, emerges.

It was an elegant curve that was almost blinding.

It is hidden beneath ruins, sewage, and war debris.

Like a sliver of moonlight buried in the mud of corpses.

Even through the projection, Ilancia could recognize the structural feel of the ancient Spirit Race road.

She took half a step back.

Ash reached out and pressed down on her shoulder, smiling as he held her firmly in place.

Lawson turned to look at her.

"It seems that the Elven race team from seventeen years ago came looking for this door."

Ilancia knew what this meant.

If there really is a sealed entrance to the ark-shaped network tunnel beneath Ren Kudi Nest, then the operation seventeen years ago was definitely not just an ordinary secret mission.

In order to cover this door, a squad of Eldar from the Ark lost their lives.

It's also possible that the team didn't even know what they were protecting.

The prophet knew.

The elders know.

Now, this human warlord also knows.

Lawson stood up and walked to the projector.

"It has a stable structure, low pollution levels, and a long sealing time."

He looked at Ilancia, his smile becoming even more pronounced.

"This door is most likely connected to your Ark Path."

Ilancia gritted her teeth.

"The Way of the Internet is something that humans cannot understand."

"Opening it will bring disaster."

Lawson looked down at the silver-haired Elven female assassin.

"You Ark Eldar have always said that humans are brutal, stupid, and greedy."

"it is good."

I'll give you a chance.

"Tell me how to open it without causing any accidents."

Ilancia remained silent.

She knew very well that she shouldn't have said it.

Once she guides Lawson to open the entrance, it's tantamount to personally leading the human warlords to the edge of the Ark's path.

This is more terrifying than a failed assassination attempt.

But if she didn't say anything, given Lawson's personality, he really would have driven it himself.

Lawson noticed her hesitation.

"Of course, you can refuse."

"Then I'll drive it myself."

"It failed. At most, it can only destroy a few layers below Renkudi Nest."

"If we succeed, I'll lead the team in."

"As for where this road leads, whoever you run into is unlucky."

"However, I guess it's most likely the Ark world you're in."

P.S.: 1.4 words updated today.

Chapter 213 The Most Unique Prisoner on Vigilant Planet

The interrogation records of Ilancia were divided into seventy-six segments.

Lawson did not watch her struggle in pain.

That part is worthless.

He only cares about the results.

Ash Velos the Keeper of the Secrets is indeed a born interrogator.

The most terrifying thing about Slaanesh is that she can read the most subtle tremors of a soul.

This applies to humans as well.

This is especially true for the Eldar.

The Eldar have souls that are too bright, senses that are too sharp, and emotions that are too intense.

They locked desires in the road, hid fears in the soulstone, and carved pride into their bones, but these things are like naked nerves before the keeper of secrets.

The fact that Ilancia can hold out for several more days has already far exceeded Lawson's expectations.

This woman is definitely a tough nut to crack.

Even the hardest bones can be struck and produce an echo.

The swarm intelligence cross-referenced every word Yilancia uttered with the hints Ash extracted from her emotional fluctuations.

Lies were eliminated, misjudgments were highlighted, and metaphors in the Ark language were broken down into military structures that could be understood in Imperial Gothic.

Finally, a summary of the Saim-Han Ark was presented to Lawson.

Lawson leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

“Saiem-Han”.

One of the five Ark worlds of the Eldar.

If Usvi excels at prophecy, Beetan still clings to the pride of the old empire's bloodline, Iyanden struggles among ghosts and the dead, and Aletok is accustomed to using the entire galaxy as a sniping ground, then Saim-Han is the wildest of them all.

Their bloodline clans valued honor more than the laws of the council.

They revered speed, horsemanship, hunting, and near-savage clan duels.

In the eyes of the other Ark members, the Saim-Han people were rude, impulsive, and difficult to control.

In the records of the Imperial battlefield, they were swords that suddenly appeared from the horizon.

When the anti-gravity jet motorcycles are deployed, the entire sky will be torn to pieces by star dart fire, pulse lasers, and high-speed cavalry.

Lawson continued reading.

The internal structure of Saim-Han was not the chaotic mess of the empire, consisting of governors, the Ministry of the Interior, the Ministry of Military Affairs, and the Tax Bureau.

They are centered around bloodline clans.

The entire Ark had a population of approximately 1.2 billion, divided among large and small clans.

The twelve superior clans control the core shipyard, the spirit bone workshop, the Titan awakening ritual, and key network nodes. Ilancia is from one of them, possessing high lineage; no wonder she was sent to lead the assassination attempt.

The 108 mid-level clans form the backbone of the Ark. Each clan has millions of members, responsible for specific tasks such as spirit bone production, weapon maintenance, battlefield cavalry, and road guarding.

More subordinate tribes and vassals depended on the larger clans for survival.

The highest authority of Saim-Han is called the Starfire Royal Court.

The twelve chieftains gathered when the Ark was on the verge of collapse.

They don't like voting.

When opinions differ, swords are drawn.

The first drop of blood determines honor.

The victor gains the authority of the wartime supreme commander.

Upon seeing this, Lawson chuckled.

"That's more straightforward than the Imperial Council."

Imperial nobles would use laws, seals, religion, the Old Testament, marriage, lineage, and tax records to drag out a matter for decades.

The chieftain of Saim-Han drew his sword and resolved the matter.

Swarm intelligence continues to project onto military structures.

[Wild Rider Legion: Approximately 45 million.]

This number made him take a second look.

Forty-five million!

All of them consisted of anti-gravity jet motorcycles and Viper light anti-gravity gunboats.

High-speed cutting, decapitation strikes, firepower penetration, and rapid withdrawal.

If these figures are accurate, then Saim-Han is indeed terrifying in mobile warfare. Most Imperial infantry legions struggle even to aim against such an enemy. The moment the Astragalusian artillery positions are deployed, Saim-Han riders can flank them and wipe out command vehicles, ammunition depots, and communication towers in one fell swoop.

Lawson thought of his Flying Bears team.

Eight hundred Flying Bear heavy anti-gravity assault motorcycles were already quite impressive on the Vigilant Star battlefield.

Compared to 45 million wild riders, it's like the difference between a single blade and a sea of ​​blades.

Of course, the Flying Bear and the Eldar jet motorcycle are not the same thing.

The Flying Bear is a 60-ton heavy assault platform capable of smashing Orc war chariots, carrying Worldbreaker spikes, and even daring to hunt Chaos Titans. The Eldar jet motorcycles are lighter and more agile, suitable for large-scale mobile strikes and formation disruption.

But the difference in quantity is undeniable.