Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Salosin looked at the three planets on the star map.

The blue light cast a soft shadow on his face.

"That's right."

He glanced back at the clan leaders behind him: "Then let's go with the Lord of the Seal to see the new home."

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Chapter 225 Stir-fried Bean Sprouts

When the static force field unfolded in the Starfire Royal Court, a silver-white light curtain appeared on the Spirit Bone Ground.

Lawson was the first to go in.

The clan leaders hesitated for a second. They had seen Lawson's troops use this kind of light screen to teleport forces before, but this was the first time they had personally stepped inside.

Salosin took his first step, leaning on his staff, followed closely by Horace, and then the other patriarchs.

The light curtain closed.

When they unfolded again, they were already standing on another planet.

Beneath my feet was solid ground, and above my head was the sky.

Pale blue, with clouds moving slowly, and starlight filtering through the atmosphere, casting warm, dappled shadows on the ground.

The air smelled clean, with a freshness that only planetary-level atmospheric circulation could produce.

The clan leaders remained where they were.

They spent most of their time in the ark.

The Ark has a sky simulated by a spirit bone dome and a light cycle maintained by psychic energy, but those are all replicas.

The blue sky above my head right now is real.

Salosin looked down at the ground beneath his feet.

He turned to look at Ilancia.

"Just now..." the old patriarch said, a hint of shock he tried hard to hide showing, "How far did we cross?"

"Approximately three thousand light-years."

Ilancia understood the old patriarch's mindset. She had the same reaction when she first teleported through the static field: shock, doubt, and then having to accept it.

“Three thousand light-years,” Salosin repeated.

"moment."

The chieftains began to whisper in Eldar.

"If the one who holds the seal possesses the means to teleport thousands of light-years in an instant, why does he still need our network?"

"I'm not sure, but it seems like this kind of transmission is even more convenient than the network channel. It doesn't require an entrance, a route, or navigation."

"If he can deploy this light screen anywhere in the galaxy, what value does the Net Path hold for him?"

"Perhaps it's redundancy, perhaps it's intelligence, or perhaps he just wants to take everything he can."

Lawson did not respond to the whispers.

Saim-Han was pulled back from the brink of annihilation.

The Soul Stone Repository, the outer mooring ring, the network nodes, and the clan population were all severely damaged.

The Ark itself requires a long period of repair, and its cruising path has already been exposed to the Chaos, Undead, and Dark Eldar.

They do need a way out.

Lawson led them along a wide passageway into the core residential area of ​​the Nest City.

The nest was built on the edge of the plain, with rolling green hills in the distance and a wide river shimmering with silvery ripples under the starlight.

Unlike traditional imperial hive cities that are stacked upwards in a frenzied manner, the main hive city does not have dark layers thousands of meters high, nor does it have a bottom hive that never sees the light of day.

The building has a reasonable floor height, wide passageways, and ample natural light.

The main road is lined with trees, drainage ditches, a public canteen, a medical station, and educational facilities.

The Imperial double-headed eagle is engraved on the main entrances of several public buildings, next to the management plaques of the cornerstone sequence.

Below the nameplate are information on the day's rations, job rotations, hygiene inspections, and security notices.

As the chieftains of Saim-Han walked through the streets, the common people stopped what they were doing.

For these commoners, the Eldar are even rarer than the legendary saints.

Several children peeked out from the literacy class door, staring at Horace's spirit armor, pointed ears, and the crimson moon emblem on his back. One child, still holding an unfinished piece of candy, was pulled back by his mother, but couldn't help looking back.

Horace also glanced at them.

That look wasn't friendly, but it wasn't exactly hostile either.

Most of it is unfamiliar.

Kelach scanned his surroundings.

Clean and orderly.

But ultimately, it is a human city.

The paint on the walls was too rough, the gaps between the stone slabs on the floor were too wide, and the air was filled with the smell of human body heat, hot food, and damp earth.

To the Eldar's overly acute senses, all of this had a rough edge.

His nostrils twitched slightly.

The words were left unsaid.

Because he knew very well that this was not territory they had bought with money, nor was it a colony that Saim-Han had conquered with his fleet.

This is what Lawson brought out.

They can refuse, but they cannot dislike it.

It is considered impolite in any civilization to reject a gift that could save a life.

Moreover, the person who gave the gift was backed by the Fighting Moon.

Salosin set the tone for everyone.

"Compared to the vast majority of the world under the Empire..."

The old clan chief looked at the blue sky, river, and low hills in the distance and slowly began to speak.

"This place could absolutely be called a garden world."

Kellach glanced at him but did not refute.

Salosin continued, "The environment is only one aspect; you all know Saim-Han's current predicament."

“Our outer mooring ring needs to be rebuilt, the Soulstone recycling channel needs to be reinforced, many clans have lost a large number of young riders, and more importantly, the Ark’s trajectory has been confirmed by both Chaos and the Undead. Even if this crisis passes, Saim-Han can no longer put the lives of all his people on an Ark as he has in the past.”

In the distance, the line in front of the human ration station moved slowly forward.

After receiving his meal bag, a man handed the softest piece to the child in his arms.

The child took a bite, laughing so hard that drool dripped onto his father's shoulder. The man cursed something, then simply pulled the child up closer.

Kelach's previously critical gaze quieted down.

Peace and hope.

These two things are luxuries in most corners of the galaxy.

On the planet under Lawson's rule, they became commonplace.

On their own ark, the people knew one thing from birth: if the Soul Stone was lost, they would be plunged into an abyss of eternal hunger after death.

Salosin looked at the chieftains.

"The Ark is still home, but having only one home is too dangerous."

Horace continued, "The three resettlement planets are all within the Agrippina Sector, protected by the Sealholder's fleet and battle sequence. If anything happens, reinforcements can arrive faster than any of our Rangers can send a message."

A female chieftain asked Lawson, "Who has the right to defend the three planets?"

Lawson stopped in his tracks.

"Outer defense is under my control; orbital fire control, stasis anchor points, sector surveillance, and chaos contamination purification are all part of my system."

The female clan leader was not immediately satisfied.

"Where is the ground?"

“Your own residential areas, bone-cultivating gardens, clan schools, and ancestral temples are your own responsibility.”

Lawson glanced at her: "Don't do sacrifices, don't open the network privately, and don't build stupid things on my planet that can drag the whole city into the warp."

The expressions on the faces of the clan leaders were subtle.

Horace said coldly, "We are not Chaos."

Lawson smiled.

“You guys are no pushovers either.”

Everyone knows Lawson has a harsh way of speaking, but this is just too offensive.

But no one could refute it.

The three planets were quickly examined; they were scattered among each other, yet all were within Agrippina's defensive perimeter.

Even if something happens in one place, the other two places will not be immediately affected.

The chieftains lingered for half an hour on the high-altitude viewing platform of the third planet.

The distant mountains shimmered golden under the starlight, and the crops in the terraced fields swayed in the wind.

Human workers are transporting equipment at the foot of the mountain, while several foundation sequence engineering machines are marking new foundations in the distance.

The chieftains of Saim-Han formed a semicircle and argued about the migration ratio.