Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Salosin closed his eyes briefly.

When he opened his eyes again, he slammed his staff heavily on the ground of the spirit bones, then knelt down on one knee.

The chieftain of the Saim-Han clan, one of the highest power holders with tens of thousands of years of bloodline, knelt before a human.

“Saiem-Han surrendered.”

Horace was the second to kneel.

Kelach is third.

He cursed as he knelt down, his voice low, but Er Gou heard it. Er Gou didn't pay attention because he couldn't understand the Spirit Clan language.

The other clan leaders knelt down one after another.

Lawson looked down at the twelve clan chiefs kneeling before him.

"sure?"

Salosin looked up: "Confirmed, unconditional surrender. Get the Battle Moon out of here immediately."

Lawson snapped his fingers.

In the void in front of the battle moon, a subspace rift was violently torn open.

The crack appeared at an abnormally fast rate.

Under normal circumstances, it takes tens of seconds for a warship several kilometers long to charge and guide itself to tear through subspace.

The combat moon has a diameter of 1,200 kilometers. Logically, its subspace jump preparation time should be measured in minutes.

But the crack expanded to a size large enough to accommodate the entire sphere within a fraction of a second.

The battle moon plunged headlong into it.

The moment the mass of 1,200 kilometers disappeared from the real universe, gravitational tides fluctuated violently.

The Saim-Han Ark was pushed by the rebounding gravitational waves. The entire 3,600-kilometer-long spiritual bone structure was like a drum that had been struck by a heavy hammer. The vibrations traveled from the outer shell to the core and back from the core to the outer shell.

Several fragments fell from the Spirit Bone Dome of the Starfire Royal Court.

The psionic energy channels flickered three times before stabilizing.

The clan leaders knelt on the ground, feeling the tremors beneath their feet coming and going in waves.

The battle moon disappeared.

It's really gone.

Salosin slowly exhaled.

His hand rested on the staff, his fingertips still trembling slightly.

Horace stood up, and the first thing he did was check the star chart.

On the dome projection, the gray marker of the battle moon did indeed disappear from the vicinity of Saim-Han.

The structural integrity data of the ark's outer shell is recovering, and the Spirit Bone self-repair system has begun to address the microcracks caused by gravitational disturbances.

Kellach also stood up. He noticed that his legs were shaking, so he stomped hard on the spirit bone ground to suppress the shaking.

The other clan leaders rose from the ground one after another.

Some people held onto the clan pillar for several seconds before they could stand up.

A sense of relief and relief permeated the Starfire Royal Court.

Horace's gaze lingered on the star map.

He was thinking about a technical problem.

This is not normal.

Imperial warships use the Geller force field and subspace engines to perform jumps, a complex and slow process.

The necromancer used inertial dimensional technology, and chaos directly caused the subspace to tear reality apart from within.

Which type of Moon of Lawson uses?

What he didn't know was that when Lawson was modifying the combat moon, he melted down a large amount of Hellbrass captured during the Battle of Extinction into the outer shell armor and propulsion system.

Hellbrass is a product of the Khorne realm and has a high affinity for the nature of the warp. In the words of Imperial technological theology, this metal "remembers the taste of the warp."

As the battle moon propels itself at sublight speed, the hellish brass within its outer shell resonates at the interface between reality and subspace, significantly reducing the tearing resistance required for jumps.

Combined with the combat moon's terrifying power output and the swarm intelligence's precise calculations, it becomes possible to instantly tear through subspace for short-distance jumps.

This is also the reason why Lawson dares to play the ten-second countdown.

But the Eldar didn't know.

All they knew was that the thing had disappeared, and that they had just knelt down and surrendered.

After the clan leaders stood up, the Starfire Royal Court was quiet for about ten seconds.

Kelach was the first to recover.

He turned to Lawson, raised his finger, and angrily pointed it at Lawson's face...

"You..."

Lawson made a shushing gesture and pointed towards the probe next to the star map.

Kellach's finger was still hovering in mid-air as his gaze was drawn to the detector's screen.

The image shows a mass signal with a diameter of 1,200 kilometers just emerging from subspace, 30,000 kilometers ahead of the current course of the Saim-Han Ark.

The battle moon has returned.

It didn't go far.

It simply jumped in front of Saim-Han, blocking the ark's path.

The sphere, spanning 1,200 kilometers, hovered silently in the void, with thousands of cannons pointing towards Saim-Han.

The charging indicator light of the gravity whip flashed a dark red light on the detector.

Kelach withdrew his finger.

His mouth closed.

Lawson looked at him.

"Think carefully before you talk to me. I'm not always so good-tempered."

Kellach's Adam's apple bobbed, but he said nothing and retreated to his clan pillar.

In the Starfire Royal Court, all the clan leaders saw the images on the detector.

The battle moon is 30,000 kilometers ahead of the ark. For a celestial body moving at sub-light speed, this distance means that it could collide with the ark again at any time.

Saim Han has been locked in.

Lawson smiled and reassured everyone, "Don't be so nervous, everyone. Being locked onto by the battle moon isn't necessarily a bad thing. On the other hand, you can get my support anytime in the future."

No one laughed.

The difference between polite words and true feelings is something that every member of the Spirit Clan who has lived for hundreds or thousands of years can distinguish.

Salosin stared at the gray dot in the detector.

Then turn to Lawson.

"My Lord, Saim-Han has surrendered. What do you want?"

Lawson corrected him.

"Remember, it's unconditional surrender."

Salosin's lips twitched.

“Unconditional surrender,” he repeated. “What are your conditions?”

Lawson extended his hand.

“I asked you once before, and you refused. Now I’m asking you again.”

He held up one finger.

"Saim-Han's complete manufacturing process for jet motorcycles. Spirit core modulation, anti-gravity module, psionic circuit, power structure. All parameters, all material ratios, all process details."

The clan leaders looked displeased.

However, the gray dot on the detector is still 30,000 kilometers away.

"Give."

The old patriarch raised his staff and drew a clan rune on the spirit bone ground.

The spiritual bone network responded to his authority, and a beam of light rose from the spiritual bone plate beneath his feet, unfolding into a complex information matrix in mid-air.

The Eldar's method of recording information is completely different from that of the Empire.

They do not use data boards, magnetic tapes, or optical storage.

Eldar technical documents are encoded in the vibrational frequencies of the Eldar veins, stored and transmitted through psionic resonance.

A complete motorcycle manufacturing process, in the way humans record it, might require tens of millions of pages of technical documentation.

For the Eldar, it is a sequence of spirit bone vibrations, like a symphony that only spirit bones can play.

Salosin extracted a copy from the information matrix and condensed it into a fist-sized spirit bone crystal. The crystal's internal patterns were extremely intricate, shimmering with a pale blue light under illumination.

He handed the crystal to Lawson.

Lawson threw the crystal into the static field transfer port of the armory.

The crystal appeared on the analytical stage of Agrippina primary star T-001.

The T-001's swarm computing power was connected to the Spirit Bone Crystal to begin reverse decoding.

Thirty seconds later, T-001's analysis report was transmitted back to Lawson via swarm intelligence.

"The process analysis is 70% complete. Combined with our existing anti-gravity technology and live metal processing capabilities, production should not be a major issue."

"Lacking a spirit bone."

Losen looked at Salosin again.