Warhammer: Empire Reboot

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Write it down.

Save the swarm intelligence immediately.

The second time, Lawson asked her to identify a piece of ancient Eldar music.

After hearing this, Ilancia frowned.

"The pronunciation is wrong."

"Where did we go wrong?"

"The third section is too heavy. Your human tongues are always like they're nailed in with steel nails."

"change."

She was forced to read it aloud.

Lawson deconstructs audio using swarm intelligence.

The third time, Lawson called her over and had her stand in front of a network structure diagram.

"Doesn't this line resemble the patrol symbol of Saim Han?"

Ilancia could tell at a glance that it was fake.

It's similar, but not correct.

The Dark Eldar forged the Ark symbol to lure the Lost.

She was going to say she didn't know.

Klossen was toying with a soul stone in his hand.

The soul stone spun gently between his fingers, like a life that could be flicked away at any moment.

Ilancia suppressed her anger.

"Comoro-style camouflage. It mimics the Ark pathfinder symbol, but lacks the clan variant at the tail. A genuine Saim-Han mark would retain the bloodline signature."

Lawson smiled.

"very good."

She felt increasingly humiliated.

She is a warrior of the Saim-Han high-ranking clan, a blade in the wind, and an assassin of the Ark Hunt.

In Lawson's eyes, she was now like a dictionary that could curse.

That evening, after finishing the last report on the reorganization of the water source on Vigilant Star, Lawson suddenly got up.

"Walk."

Ilancia looked up.

"Where?"

"sleep."

Her eyes turned cold.

really.

Humans are still humans.

Even if one possesses a fleet, defeats Abaddon, and keeps the Keeper of the Secrets in a collar, one cannot escape those base desires at heart.

This applies to nobles, warlords, and empires.

She held back.

Lawson's bedroom is located in the inner layer of the St. Saint's Port Dominion.

This area originally belonged to the Supreme Governor's suite on Vigilant Star, but was later converted into a wartime residential area by the Cornerstone Sequence.

Upon entering the room, Ilancia's first reaction was to look for the exit.

There is one main entrance and two side entrances.

There are hidden firing positions on the ceiling.

There is a psionic barrier inside the wall.

Outside the window is the night sky above Saint Harbor, and in the distance, you can see transport ships rebuilt after the war moving along the shipping lanes.

Lawson paused after entering the room, his nose twitched slightly, and then he frowned.

"How many days has it been since you last showered?"

Ilancia froze.

"what?"

Lawson turned to look at her.

“Don’t you Eldar love to talk about elegance, cleanliness, roads, and manners? You smell like a stray cat that’s been locked in a hibernation duct for three days.”

Ilancia's expression changed.

She would rather have a knife pointed at her by Lawson than be judged like that by a human being.

But these past few days she's been under Ash's watch, so she hasn't dared to really relax.

The Guardian Demon was like a burning incense stick clinging to the Soul Stone; even getting close made her soul tremble. She dared not even sleep deeply, let alone take a bath.

"Human, you have no right to comment on my manners."

Lawson pointed to the side door.

"The bathroom is over there. Go in and wash up."

"I refuse."

Lawson didn't waste any words.

A spirit race soul stone appeared in his palm.

The soul stone was small and had a soft luster.

Ilancia's gaze instantly locked onto him.

Lawson looked at her.

"If you don't listen, I'll crush you up and feed you to Ash."

Ilancia's breathing faltered.

"You only know how to threaten me with the souls of your fellow countrymen?"

Lawson tossed the Soul Stone between his fingers.

I'll count to three.

Ilancia gritted her teeth.

"one."

She turned and walked toward the bathroom.

"You will pay the price for this."

The side door closed.

The sound of water could be heard from the bathroom.

Lawson put the Soul Stone back into the armory, sat down at the table, and opened a copy of Imperial History that he had found in the old archives of Vigilant Star.

The title is long, and the content is even longer.

It roughly tells the story of how a high lord of Terra, three hundred years ago, used eleven meetings to decide whether a rebellious planet should be burned by the state religion or by the military conscripting soldiers before burning.

After reading two pages, Lawson thought it was a miracle that these people had managed to keep the empire alive until now.

In the bathroom, Ilancia stood under the warm water.

She remained tense at first.

It was only when the water flowed over her skin that she realized she was truly exhausted.

The pressure left by the Keeper of the Secrets was like an invisible layer of filth; every time she closed her eyes these past few days, she could feel Ash's voice gently swirling in her ears.

"Little Ark."

"You're afraid of me, it smells so good."

Ilancia closed her eyes tightly, letting the water wash over her face.

She hates Lawson.

She hated that this human threatened her with a soul stone.

I hate that he treats Slaanesh as a pet.

She hated that he could see right through her disheveled state.

But at this moment, the water in the bathroom is very clean.

She refused to admit it.

But her body relaxed a little.

Half an hour later, Ilancia emerged from the bathroom, draped in a large white towel.

Her silver hair was damp and clung to her shoulders.