Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"We can't move too many people."

"The Ark has just been severely damaged, and if a large number of people and craftsmen migrate elsewhere, the clan structure will be weakened," Kellach said.

Horace countered, "If the Ark is besieged again, leaving more people behind will only lead to their deaths."

The female chieftain said, "The old and young should go first. The craftsmen must be mixed in, otherwise the planet will only become a refuge camp and will not be able to function on its own."

Salosin finalized the plan.

"One hundred million people will migrate to each planet first, for a total of three hundred million people across the three planets."

He looked at Lawson: "The main force will consist of the elderly, children, families of the wounded, artisans, teachers, and spirit bone cultivators. Each planet will be equipped with a basic defense force, which will be under the command of Saim-Han and will also establish an identification protocol with the Sealholder's defense system."

"The rest of the race still live primarily in the Ark. The Saim-Han will patrol the Agripina Sector, and each time their route passes through three settlement planets, they will conduct family visits, rotations, material exchanges, and soul stone registrations."

Salosin continued, “Each planet will be equipped with at least one Spirit Bone Defense Core, three rotating rider squads, a number of Ghost Constructs, and necessary Prophet Nodes. We will not completely leave our people to the protection of humans.”

"very good."

Lawson looked at the construction machinery that was laying the foundation in the distance.

"What if I need Saim-Khan to send troops?"

Several clan leaders looked up at the same time.

This problem was bound to come sooner or later.

Lawson rescued Saim-Han, provided him with three resettlement planets, and brought the entire Ark under the protection of the Agrippina Sector.

He couldn't possibly accept just a word of thanks.

Salosin was not playing dumb.

"Riders, light cruisers, phantom frigates, ranger units, and Saim-Han can all be provided."

Lawson glanced at him: "Where's Titan?"

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Eldar Titans.

The Dark Knight, the Phantom Titan, and the Avenger-class War Construct.

That's not an ordinary weapon.

Each Eldar Titan requires an extremely talented Eldar pilot and a Soulstone to resonate with it; many models even require a pair of twin pilots whose minds are almost in sync.

For the Eldar, whose birth rate is already pitifully low, twins are rare, and twins capable of bearing Titan resonance are so few that every pair deserves to be recorded in the clan genealogy.

Salosin remained silent for a few seconds.

"Titans are not chariots, Lord Seal."

"I know."

The old patriarch said, "Our birth rate is very low. The number of twins who can synchronize with the Titan's core is even lower. Every time we send out a group of Titan pilots, it's like sending a bloodline node that a clan will find difficult to replicate for hundreds of years to the battlefield."

Lawson heard the key point.

The birth rate is very low!

For an endangered race, their biggest problem isn't just war, but their inability to reproduce.

Lawson seemed to be deep in thought.

Salosin saw the look in Losen's eyes.

The old clan chief's heart sank slightly.

"Lord of the Seal?"

Lawson withdrew his gaze.

“Go on.”

Salosin carefully considered his words before speaking: "Saim-Han will not refuse to fight. If the Lord Seal requires heavy support, Saim-Han can send Eldar Titans to assist in the battle."

Horace added, "We can have Titans decapitate you, tear through your defenses, and hunt down enemy war engines for you. But don't expect them to fight in the mud for three months like human armored regiments."

Lawson smiled.

"Are you afraid I'll use your precious Titan as Lemanrus?"

"Don't worry, it would be a waste to use Eldar Titans for patching lines."

Salosin breathed a sigh of relief.

This is already a condition they can accept.

Lawson then added, "As for your low birth rate..."

The clan leaders' eyes were once again focused on him.

Ilancia stood to the side, a bad feeling suddenly creeping into her heart.

Looking at the new urban area unfolding below the highland capital in the distance, Lawson said, "We'll talk later."

Salosin did not press further.

This plan is more stable than he expected.

Saim-Han did not move the entire clan down, thus avoiding the complete dismantling of the clan system at once.

They didn't just send a few tens of thousands of people as a token gesture to appease him; instead, they brought 300 million people to the country, truly establishing a second survival system.

Don't put all your eggs in one basket.

This is the rational thing to do for an endangered species.

After confirming the resettlement plan, Salosin changed the subject to another matter.

Regarding the production of spirit bones.

This is a transaction, so it needs to be made clear beforehand.

“Saiem-Han currently has seven bone cultivation facilities in operation. We will add three more, dedicated to producing bone cores and anti-gravity module materials needed for jet motorcycles.”

Salosin continued, "Based on the increased production capacity, we can provide the Seal Bearers with enough spiritual bone materials each month to equip 80,000 jet motorcycles."

Horace added, "These are initial figures. Once the incubation sites on the three resettlement planets are stable, production capacity can be increased. However, the cultivation of spirit bones requires prophets, craftsmen, and a suitable psionic environment. It cannot be increased indefinitely like you humans stamping steel plates."

Lawson smiled.

"Eighty thousand vehicles a month is fine too."

With nearly a million vehicles a year, that's enough.

The core material and anti-gravity module are the key materials that limit the mass production of high-speed motorcycles.

Agrippina has no shortage of steel, fire control systems, weapons, or cornerstone pilots.

What's missing is the core material for the Eldar's lightweight, sensitive, and highly responsive anti-gravity system.

With the bone materials in place, the production line can be set up within two months.

The light high-speed motorcycle formations in the cornerstone sequence will transform from experimental units into a true operational force capable of mass-producing troops.

Both sides reached an agreement.

They went back to prepare.

The chieftains of Saim-Han returned to the Ark via the stasis field and began to arrange the migration.

Ilancia did not go back with them.

As agreed by both parties and according to her own choice, from now on, she is someone by Lawson's side.

She followed Lawson back to the Vigilant Star through the stasis field.

The Royal Court was so quiet it was almost empty.

Lawson sat back on his high seat.

A cup of black coffee was already placed on the small table next to the armrest. He picked it up and took a sip. The bitterness overwhelmed his tongue, but his expression didn't change much.

Ilancia stood in front of him.

It's a distance of three steps.

In the past, these three steps would have been safe enough, enough for her to maintain the dignity befitting a Saim-Han assassin.

She paused for a moment before walking over, turning around, and slowly sitting on his lap.

The last time she watched the battlefield footage of Saim-Han, she was pulled over by Lawson.

She struggled and resisted that time, only stopping when her waist was pressed down.

This time, she walked over by herself, sat down by herself, and adjusted her posture so that her weight was evenly distributed on his thighs.

Lawson's thighs are still as hard as ever.

The muscle density is so high that sitting on it feels like sitting on a warm, solid gold plate.

But this time she wasn't intimidated by the hardness; she already knew it and had gotten used to it.

She lowered her eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

"Thank u."

"This time, in supporting Saim-Han, regardless of what you really want, regardless of how much you will take from us later, you have indeed saved my people. Those who would have died at the Dock Ring, the Soul Stone Recycling Path, and the Ancestral Temple are still alive. The Ark, which would have been torn apart by the Ark of Omens and dragged into the Nightmare by the Slaanesh, can still continue its voyage."

"Lorsen, thank you."

Lawson, holding his coffee, turned his head to look at her.

They were very close.

She sat on his lap, her silver hair brushing against the edge of his shoulder blade as she turned her head, her breath almost falling on his chin.

Ilancia could smell the bitterness of the coffee, as well as the unsettling aura emanating from him.

"Little bean sprouts".

"Are you sitting on my lap now to fulfill the promise you made when you knelt down, or is it a new task given to you privately by your clan leaders?"

Ilancia's eyelashes twitched slightly.

She knew he would ask.