Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson has too much in his hands.

This is very dangerous.

A human warlord controls drinking water, food, the army, the judiciary, migration, rations, education, healthcare, and the echo of faith.

According to the Eldar's political intuition, such a structure would sooner or later become a tyrant's garden.

But the common people in front of them didn't care.

All they knew was that they could drink water, receive food, have their children sleep, and go home after work.

Yilancia suddenly thought of the Ark.

The sky over Saim-Han will forever be behind the Bone Dome.

It is safe, ancient, and magnificent.

But every Eldar knows that Slaanesh awaits at the end of the soul.

Every battle, every crack in the Soul Stone, every ominous look on the Prophet's face reminds the people of the shadow of their annihilation.

The Eldar in the Ark never truly feel at ease.

They always practiced moderation in their banquets.

Every laugh must not cross the line.

Every act of love and desire must be restrained by the path.

Because the ultimate consequence of indulgence is the greatest sin in racial history.

But what about these ordinary people?

They were unaware of the truth about the warp.

I don't know the history of Ark's demise.

I wonder what happens when a soul is devoured by Slaanesh.

All they know is that there's clean water today, a work schedule tomorrow, and their children can go to literacy class next week. They also know that if the Dark Eldar come, they'll be killed.

This kind of low-level practicality was so crude that Yilancia looked down on it.

But it also made her feel suffocated.

She refused to admit it.

These humans, whom she called monkeys, slept more soundly under Lawson's rule than many of the Eldar in the Ark.

This is not reasonable.

It shouldn't have happened.

She walked to a viewing window.

The sky above the warning star is still not beautiful.

Thick clouds and dust covered the area, and in the distance, there were dark traces left by the orbital warfare.

A combat patrol walked past the end of the street.

The common people automatically made way.

Ilancia finally came to a conclusion.

Lawson's rule was not benevolent but rather a highly efficient form of appropriation.

Therefore, he would not allow resources to be wasted by nobles, to be contaminated by cults, to be stolen by the Dark Eldar, to be chopped up by the Greenskins, or to be allowed to die in droves due to stupidity, hunger, sewage, and bureaucracy.

Ilancia would rather Lawson were just an ordinary tyrant.

Ordinary tyrants are easy to understand.

Greedy, cruel, lustful, and short-sighted.

No, it wasn't Klossen.

In the evening, she returned to the inner part of Saint Harbor.

Er Gou was squatting at the door, gnawing on meat.

Seeing her return, I casually asked her a question.

"Finished shopping?"

Ilancia said coldly, "Your lives as ordinary people are a little better than I thought."

"The Vigilant Star is just an exception."

Two dogs looked up.

"what?"

Ilancia looked at the still-operating central nest light strip in the distance.

“Lossen just finished fighting here. He needs to stabilize the situation. He needs to show the Empire and the various warbands what to do. So this place will be reorganized, supplied, and protected.”

Her tone returned to that haughty, Ark Eldar style.

"I don't believe that the whole world under his rule is like this."

Er Gou sneered.

"Then take your time reading it."

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Lawson had always known that Ilancia was moving around the Vigilant Star.

He didn't mind; in fact, he was happy to see it happen.

Iran is very important.

She is the key to one of the five Ark worlds.

The Saim-Han race is very wealthy, possessing ancient sacred heritage, spirit bone technology, anti-gravity artifacts, the Web Path, and the vast wealth accumulated by the Ark Eldar over tens of thousands of years.

It would be a waste to leave these things in the hands of the Eldar.

They guarded the ancient treasure trove, spending their days thinking about how to survive, how to avoid Slaanesh, and how to choose a less unpleasant path to death from the prophecies of fate.

The valuable things left behind by the ancient sages should have been transformed into productive forces and destructive power that enabled him to sweep away the dark side of the empire.

Ilancia herself probably didn't realize that she was gradually falling into Lawson's rhythm.

At first, she viewed Lawson as a dangerous human warlord.

Later, she came to regard Lawson as an outsider who needed to be monitored.

Later, she began to actively observe, compare, and question her past judgments on the watchdog.

This is the first step.

Conquering a person, especially a proud Eldar, cannot be done with chains alone.

Chains could force her to kneel, but they couldn't make her see the cracks behind the arrogant filter of her own people.

If she wants to watch, then let her watch.

If she wants to leave, let her leave.

In any case, she will never see the real core.

For example, a bee colony.

Swarm intelligence is everywhere, yet nowhere to be found.

It doesn't need towers, sanctuaries, overt communication hubs, or command centers that assassins could infiltrate.

It exists in the consciousness of every assassin.

It's like a net that seeps into the depths of the soul.

This is the true core of Lawson.

Having been in the Vigilant Star operation for so long, Lawson has deployed mostly Cornerstone units and some combat units to the front lines.

The main force has not completely moved.

Inside the Agrippina sector, the planned green farms continue to operate as usual.

Each cycle brings huge resource conversions to Lawson.

Currently, the number of cornerstone sequences produced in each cycle has stabilized at over 40 million.

Today, the total number of his elite soldiers exceeds 3.8 billion.

What does 3.8 billion mean?

The total population of some of the Empire's most remote planets is less than the increase in population over a single cycle in Lawson.

But in swarm intelligence, this is computing power, execution power, and coverage power.

It consists of countless eyes, ears, hands, gun muzzles, scalpels, interrogation forceps, data interfaces, welding torches, and tomahawks operating simultaneously.

The more suicide bombers there are, the stronger the swarm mentality becomes.

The stronger the swarm mentality, the more detailed Lawson's grasp of the battlefield, production, governance, psionics, and information.

The increase in coverage distance is not an exaggeration.

What has truly changed is the precision of control.

He transformed from a heavy hammer into a set of sophisticated tools capable of dismantling the soul of a starship.

It's also about perception.

Now you can distinguish the trembling voice in a sentry's sleep-talking amidst the city's noise.

Outside the Court of Domination, Lawson could hear the faint laughter of Ash Velos the Keeper of Secrets as he interrogated the three Dark Eldar toys.

Six hundred kilometers away, in a cramped dwelling in Zhongchao, a couple whispered to each other about trying a different position that night, which Lawson could hear.