Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"hot."

The cornerstone sequencer raised his hand, and the voices on both sides immediately subsided.

Fighting is prohibited. Provocative physical contact is prohibited. Exacerbating community divisions by using competition disputes as a pretext is prohibited.

The burly man with the scar nodded vigorously.

“You’re right, sir. We at West Kowloon have always valued civility, order, and unity. I was just anxious, worried that they might go astray.”

The bald, burly man almost rushed over.

"You fart!"

The cornerstone sequence looked at him.

The bald, burly man immediately shut up, swallowing the rest of his sentence.

He forced an awkward smile.

"Sir, we in Dongsan also value civility. We demand to see the serial number, the night patrol records, and the video footage of the garbage disposal area. Whoever did it should admit it; don't let them try to smear us."

The cornerstone sequence opens the data panel.

"The contaminated filter cartridges have been sealed. The serial numbers are worn, but the batch can still be traced. The surveillance cameras in the vicinity are obstructed from different angles by old moisture-proof cloths."

The scarred, burly man immediately pointed at the other man.

"Look! Moisture-proof cloth! We have it at the East Third Warehouse!"

The bald, burly man cursed, "Who in the entire lower class doesn't have a moisture-proof cloth? You're even using your underwear to cover the security camera!"

Cornerstone Sequence continued, "Night patrol logs show that between 1:57 a.m. and 2:06 a.m., three unidentified individuals approached the West Kowloon Recycling Point. Their height, gait, and clothing did not match the registered population of the two communities."

Both sides were stunned.

The cornerstone sequence retrieves a blurry image.

There are three figures in the video, moving very quickly and clearly deliberately avoiding the light.

"Preliminary assessment suggests that there was interference from a third party in the evaluation process."

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"Who's so wicked?"

"North Second! Definitely North Second! They were asking us about the score difference just last week!"

"Bullshit, North Second doesn't have that kind of brain. South Fifth, on the other hand, always resorts to these dirty tricks."

"Nanwu just got points deducted last month, and they still dare to do it?"

"Why wouldn't they dare? They even secretly connected to the drainage pipes of public bathhouses."

The scarred, burly man and the bald, burly man exchanged a glance.

The two who had just been threatening to kill each other suddenly reached a kind of tacit understanding.

The burly man with the scar cleared his throat.

"Sir, something seems amiss here. We at West Kowloon are willing to cooperate with the investigation."

The bald, burly man immediately took over.

"Dongsan is also cooperating. If it really was a third party causing trouble, we demand that their reputation be restored."

The cornerstone sequence puts away the data board.

"The contaminated filter incident will not be included in the final score. Each community will send two representatives to the patrol station to retrieve the complete record in fifteen minutes. If a fight breaks out in private, both parties will be disqualified from the evaluation, the person in charge will have their community contribution points deducted, and those with serious offenses will be transferred to the sewage pipeline maintenance team."

Upon hearing this, the faces of both the scarred burly man and the bald burly man changed.

"Disperse the crowd within ten minutes. The recycling point will be temporarily closed. Community leaders should stay to register the information."

The crowd began to disperse.

Some people are still wondering who framed them.

Some people excitedly said that this competition would be quite a spectacle.

Several elderly people huddled together, already speculating about the identity of the third party, taking it more seriously than a court investigating heresy.

The scarred burly man, who had just been acting like a victim, immediately lowered his voice and said to the bald burly man as soon as he turned around, "If it really was Nanwu who did it, let's report them for sanitation issues in the public passageway first."

The bald, burly man looked at him.

"You just said you'd kill me."

"Public matters are public matters, and private matters are private matters. When it comes to a civility evaluation, personal grudges should be put aside."

The bald, burly man remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, check South Five first."

Ilancia stood aside, watching the farce unfold with a complicated expression.

She thought she had finally seen the true nature of the lower nest.

The truth of the matter was that the two communities framed each other and tried to get the other to make the first move in a civility competition, and then pretended to be weak in front of the cornerstone patrol officers.

She found it hard to reconcile the scene before her with the imperial nest she knew.

She looked at Lawson.

"Xia Chao actually has a civilized community evaluation?"

Lawson looked at the two burly men who were registering.

Why can't we have it?

Ilancia frowned.

"This is ridiculous. They just argue, but they don't fight?"

Lawson smiled slightly.

"Because the cost of taking action is too high, they're not stupid."

As Yilancia watched the two community leaders being taken away by the Cornerstone Sequence for registration, she still refused to back down.

"No matter how clean you clean the nest, you can only change the surface."

"Gene thieves won't give up polluting just because there's a civilized community evaluation here. What they're best at is infiltrating the lower classes, disguising themselves as neighbors, coworkers, relatives, or partners. Once they learn to fill out garbage sorting forms, they can even exchange community contribution points for more space to move around."

She glanced at the notice about civilized community.

"You make humans more orderly, and you may also make insects disguise themselves as more orderly."

"If we're afraid of cunning chickens invading, then no one who goes down into the nest will survive."

Lawson glanced at her.

"You still don't understand my power."

“Under my rule, there is no place for cunning thieves to survive.”

Lawson glanced at her: "A community can argue all the way to the patrol officers over a 2.7 sanitation score. Do you think no one would notice if a neighbor suddenly stayed home for three days, the kids skipped school, and the workers started holding secret services?"

Ilancia fell silent.

Lawson continued, “Here we have a foundational sequence, a community grid, work hour records, medical screenings, and direct water source control. Whoever has a stranger in their home, whose blood test is abnormal, whose emotions are distorted by psionic suggestions, or who frequently comes into contact with old sewage pipes at night—none of these things can be hidden for long.”

"The cost of sneaky infiltration would be so high that it would result in losses."

"In this situation, if they still want to sneak in, they must first learn to be law-abiding citizens of the Empire."

"If a cunning person follows the rules, is he still a cunning person?"

Chapter 216 Do we, the Eldar, need to seek the protection of Lawson?

The Soul of Vengeance is docked in the outer dock of Vigilant Planet.

To accommodate this colossal ship seized from the Black Legion, the T-Series temporarily expanded the orbit of an abandoned satellite by thirteen gravity anchors, six giant maintenance rings, more than three hundred external energy towers, and a dedicated rail conveyor belt for transporting armor plates and gun emplacements.

When Ilancia first saw it, she paused for a moment.

The Soul of Vengeance is like a behemoth that crawled out of the oldest wars of mankind, so large that it inspires instinctive wariness.

An ancient and glorious Queen-class warship that existed since the era of rebellion.

Even in the Empire's largest combat fleet, the Glorious Queen-class is not a common sight.

It is an ancient war platform designed for legion expeditions, orbital suppression, interstellar landings, and fleet flagship missions.

Its size exceeds that of most Imperial battleships, and its shape resembles a mobile fortress placed horizontally in the void.

The bow extends forward like a spike, with layers of main armor belts overlapping each other. Traces of the boarding assault port, demon engine launch bay, and blood sacrifice array that the Black Legion once installed remain on the lower part of the ship's hull.

These blasphemous structures have been dismantled.

On the giant maintenance ring, countless engineering machines are crawling.

They were like dense iron worms, welding new armor onto the ship's surface, cutting away remnants of chaotic runes, and laying new weapon pipelines.

The T-sequence technology assassins take over the deeper layers: the machine soul layer, the energy layer, the weapon layer, the void shield layer, and the navigation data layer.

Ilancia stood on an observation platform, looking at the giant ship in the dock.

"This is the Soul of Vengeance?"

Lawson looked at the giant ship. "I changed its name."

"Change it to what?"

"Abaddon".

Ilancia looked at the massive warship, then at Lawson.

Are you humiliating the enemy?

"Why not use enemies to humiliate them, or to sing their praises?"

Ilancia was unable to refute for a moment.

This is so Rosen.

Brutal, direct, and with a wicked sense of humor that would make even the dead restless.