Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Three hundred kilometers away, a sentry on duty dozed off against a blast door, mumbling calls for his mother and hot soup, which Lawson could hear.

If he wants to.

Everything will become clear.

More importantly, the number of people he controls with his psionic powers is also increasing.

No longer limited to large targets, Shadow Blade, Golden Fire, and battlefield-level suppression.

Gravel, scrap iron, broken shrapnel, and shattered ceramic powder.

These previously worthless fragments can now be brought under Lawson's control.

A single grain of sand cannot kill a person.

With hundreds of millions of grains of sand obeying orders simultaneously, they can become millstones that devour alleyways.

A piece of scrap metal is worthless.

But thousands of pieces of scrap metal, spun by psionic energy, can turn a commando squad into mincemeat.

Lawson was increasingly able to understand why the Emperor had once been able to look down upon the entire human race.

It's not because he's in a high position.

Rather, when the soul becomes strong enough, the world itself will unfold in layers of perception.

Lies, fear, faith, desire, and pain are all layers.

Once you can see the different levels, you can start working on it.

Lawson sat in the side hall of the Domination Court, looking at the reports coming from different planets.

Ilancia returned at that moment.

When she pushed open the door, her steps were much lighter than they had been a few days ago.

She was no longer like she had been when she was first captured, with every muscle in her body tense, as if she were ready to turn herself into a bleeding arrow at any moment.

Over the past few days, she has gradually figured out Lawson's bottom line.

As long as core secrets are not touched and no more assassinations are carried out.

This human warlord is actually easier to get along with than most imperial nobles.

She really does have a sharp tongue.

She is indeed ruthless.

But he wouldn't deliberately torment prisoners, nor would he, like those nobles of the nest cities, use pointless humiliation to prove his power.

Ilancia herself finds this ironic.

In her past understanding, human warlords usually meant gluttony, lust, scepters, slaves, screams, and gilded instruments of torture.

Lawson has power.

But the thing he spent most of his time doing every day was reading reports, adjusting resources, modifying defense zones, reviewing population transfer plans, assessing planetary governance structures, and cursing certain imperial nobles for being as stupid as if their brains had been gnawed by greenskins.

Ilancia walked to the table.

Lawson didn't even look up.

"Finished shopping?"

She said calmly, "It's just to confirm how much of a performance is left on your planet."

Lawson chuckled.

"Sounds like a good result."

Ilancia's expression turned slightly cold.

"There's no gain to speak of. The lower classes of you humans remain crowded, filthy, and exhausted, with the vast majority unaware of the machines they inhabit. They are like herded livestock, only now they have a more calculating master."

Lawson turned a page of the document.

"continue."

Ilancia frowned.

She said coldly, "The Vigilant Star is just a pilot project for you. You've just finished fighting here, and you need to stabilize public morale, show the other powers in the Empire your results, and also let me, a prisoner, see what you want me to see."

Lawson finally looked up at her.

"So you think I arranged for the whole nest to be staged for you to take pictures?"

Ilancia paused for a moment.

"It doesn't have to be an entire hive. You just need to make the area I can reach decent."

Lawson laughed: "What would I be after?"

"picture……"

Ilancia remained silent.

Her first thought was that this human warlord wanted to tame her into a trophy for his bed.

This aligns perfectly with the logic of human nobility.

Conquering other tribes, stripping them of their armor, and placing them beside one's own bed demonstrates power to others and proves to oneself that masculine strength and the desire to dominate can be combined into one.

She had seen too many similar things.

The nobles of Chaodu collect exotic female slaves.

The wandering merchant hung the spirit clan bone ornaments around his lover's neck.

Therefore, Ilancia is not naive.

She knew what she looked like, and she knew what kind of filth would appear in the eyes of human men when they saw her.

But Crosen didn't have that.

That night, he took her into the bedroom, and she was even prepared to exchange her dignity for the soul stone of her people.

As a result, this jerk smelled her and complained that she hadn't showered for days.

After washing her up, I let her sleep on the sofa again.

He didn't touch her from beginning to end.

Even glancing at her a few more times felt like assessing which warehouse to put a trophy in, rather than assessing how to peel a woman apart.

This angered her more than being humiliated.

Because she couldn't even come to the conclusion that "this human is indeed despicable."

If Lawson wanted to sleep with her, many things would be simple.

She can despise it.

He could be categorized by the pride of the Ark Eldar as yet another short-lived race dominated by lust.

Let her look at the warning star, let her look at the civilians, let her look at the order, let her wander in doubt.

Ilancia looked even worse.

She suddenly realized that she actually hoped Lawson's motives were a little less noble.

Low-level enemies are easy to deal with.

People like Klossen have desires as vast as a strategic map.

Even if she, a Saim-Han warrior, is beautiful enough to conform to human aesthetics, she is not worth him arranging an entire planet-level performance just to coax her.

She was merely a prisoner, or perhaps bait.

Lawson even knew this.

So if he really wanted to force her to cooperate, he could just throw her back to Ash Velos.

If you want to humiliate her, there are plenty of ways.

He didn't need to please her or prove anything to her.

The more Yilancia thought about it, the more suffocated she felt in her chest.

She disliked the feeling of being cornered by reality.

Lawson looked at her with a lazy smile on his lips.

"Speak."

What am I after?

Ilancia said coldly, "Maybe you just like to control how others see you."

Lawson's smile became even more pronounced.

"Do I need a captive bean sprout to approve of me?"

Ilancia's eyes sharpened.

"Don't use that word."

"Then don't call all humans monkeys."

Lawson closed the file.

"You Spirit Race have been calling others inferior races for tens of thousands of years, and now you can't even stand hearing a couple of bean sprouts?"

Ilancia gritted her teeth.

Just then, the swarm intelligence sent a new set of information.

Lawson's eyes darkened slightly.

Just then, Lawson received a message from the swarm.

The new galaxy that Dante handed over to him did not go smoothly during his takeover.

In more than a dozen imperial worlds, nobles, governors, parish officials, and chartered trading families have already formed a united front.

They dared not rebel.

They also dared not openly question the arrangement of the secret regency.