Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Combat Moon-level quality.

Sub-light speed.

Impact target, Saim-Han Ark World.

The next moment, her calculations stopped.

Because the answer doesn't need to be calculated to the very end.

The Ark will disintegrate.

Saim-Han is 3,600 kilometers long, with shields, a spiritual bone structure, a fleet escort, and early warning from the Prophet Council.

But these things didn't exist to withstand a near-light-speed battle against the moon.

Billions of living people will die.

More soul stones of the dead will shatter.

The ancestral souls will be torn from their shelter.

The entire ark may have transformed from a world ship into a pile of skeletal remains spreading along its orbit.

Ilancia's fingers were icy cold.

A spear can pierce through a beast many times its size.

A combat moon that is fast enough, heavy enough, and hard enough can smash an Ark world into a shattered corpse.

The human warlord produced a weapon capable of wiping out the Ark world, and then casually asked her what would happen if it crashed into it.

She stared at Lawson: "What do you want to do?"

Looking at her tense expression, Lawson laughed even more easily.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a hypothetical situation."

Ilancia had a cold expression.

"That's not funny!"

Ilancia quickly suppressed the hypothesis about Saim-Han.

The battle moon crashes into the Ark.

This sounds terrible and absurd enough.

Saim-han was never a fixed target.

It glides along the edge of the galaxy, following a path known only to the prophets of the Ark, fleet commanders, and ancient navigational charts.

It won't stay near a star waiting for the enemy to target it, nor will it pin itself to a strategic point like an imperial fortress.

Slaanesh cannot find it.

The Terran Zerg cannot find it.

It is even less likely that the human empire will find it.

Ilancia comforted herself in this way.

Lawson did not provoke her further.

He only showed her the Battle Moon briefly, as if etching a mark on the edge of her pride. Then, he ended the long demonstration.

I've seen enough of what Yilancia has been seeing these past few days.

She needs time to put these things back into her own judgment system.

Saim-Han cannot be defeated in a day.

An Ark Eldar race that is proud to the core will not immediately change its stance because of a few sights or a few threats.

Once a crack has appeared, it will naturally spread.

The static force field unfolds again.

The next moment, Ilancia stepped onto the landing platform of Planet Tri-Star Three.

She first looked up at the sky.

Blue, clean, and authentic.

Ilancia no longer wanted to ask, "Is this the Nest City world?"

She knew how Lawson would answer.

Because this place belongs to him.

It belongs to him, so it must change in his way.

Andrei came to greet him.

"BOSS".

"Let's go inside and talk," said Lawson.

Andrei stepped aside to make way.

He saw Ilancia, but didn't look at her much or ask any questions.

Ilancia can now distinguish certain characteristics of the people under Lawson's command.

They rarely waste words; they simply execute orders.

Except for those annoying guards.

Before anyone knew it, Er Gou and the others had already arrived and were not far away.

They crossed the landing platform and entered the side corridor of the core palace.

This place is more like a central hub that combines administrative, military, and private residential functions.

Ilancia looked around.

As they approached the central hall, four battle nuns came out to greet them.

The moment Ilancia saw them, she knew they were no ordinary nuns.

They had removed their power armor and changed into their religious uniforms.

The cut is minimalist, with almost no embellishment.

This should have made them seem ordinary.

But the truth is quite the opposite.

The rough fabric couldn't suppress the fire within them.

The four men bowed to Lawson at the same time.

"Your Excellency, the Master of the Seal."

Lawson looked at them, his tone a little softer than usual.

"came back?"

Sera spoke first, but was silenced by a single look from Katarina.

She could only purse her lips, her ears turning red from holding it in.

Katarina took half a step forward.

"The tour of the western immigrant area is complete, the sacraments have been completed at 33 resettlement sites, and 8,426 newborns have been registered. Seven old gang altars have been demolished, and 12 people who spread rumors about cults have been handed over to Bi'an for trial."

She wasn't reporting on Tri-Star's local affairs.

It is one of the planets that Lawson has recently taken over.

The area had just been dragged back to imperial order from war and chaos. The local aristocratic system had collapsed, parishes had split, lower-class gangs had reorganized during the war, and many commoners did not believe any government decrees.

The four battle nuns have been traveling between those new planets, using their status as living saints to keep the hearts of the people, who are most easily out of control, from falling under Lawson's rule.

Lawson no longer needs them to fight on the front lines.

Given their combat capabilities, they are indeed no longer suitable to play a major role in the current Lawson system.

They are stronger than ordinary people, but compared to the combat ranks, their value no longer lies in killing itself.

They are symbols of living saints.

It is a sacred symbol that the common people of the empire can understand, worship, and kneel down to pray to.

To those who had just been pulled out of the Greenskins, Chaos, famine, aristocratic oppression, and the chaos of the lower nests, the pilgrimage of the four saints was more convincing than a hundred administrative documents.

The seats that Lawson arranged for them were very suitable.

To appease the public and restore order.

Using religious language, the cold, fundamental system is draped in a holy light that the people of the empire can accept.

Undeniably, the political significance of the living saint is irreplaceable in the hearts of ordinary people in the empire.

Lawson nodded.

"Well done."

The four nuns relaxed slightly at the same time.

This simple compliment carries more weight for them than any medal.

Sera finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Sir, you've lost weight."

Katarina glanced at her.

Serra immediately straightened his back, as if trying to find a tactical cover for his slip of the tongue.

"What I mean is, your continuous battles, handling the Vigilant Star, Abaddon, the Chaos Fleet, and the takeover of various star systems must be putting a tremendous strain on your body. We suggest you rest immediately."

Vera nodded slightly.

“Sera is right. My lord, you need peace.”

"We have prepared the basic recovery process if needed."

Ilancia stood to the side, her eyes flickering slightly.