Warhammer: Empire Reboot

As soon as he said this, several men from the Katachan campfire burst into laughter.

Before Lawson could speak, Qianxian almost spat out his drink from laughing.

Kara glanced back.

The men immediately lowered their heads and drank, pretending they weren't laughing.

"I'll introduce you to an even stronger one later," Lawson said.

Kara narrowed her eyes.

"That can."

She bent down, pulled the short knife from the target, sheathed it, and turned to leave.

Just as Lawson picked up his wine bowl, before he could even take a second sip, the second Katachan woman approached.

This one is higher than Kara.

Her shoulders were broad enough to carry a tree, but her waist was very tight, and her legs under the animal skin skirt were as strong as two taut bow arms.

A long, old scar ran across her face, from her left eyebrow to her right cheek, adding a touch of fierce, untamed nature to her already rugged features.

She walked up to Lawson, said nothing, and handed the heavy axe in her hand to a male warrior next to her.

The woman gripped a dry animal bone pillar beside her with both hands, and her shoulders slumped.

Click!

She forcefully cracked the bone pillar, which was thicker than a human leg.

She let go, brushed the bone fragments from her palm, and looked at Lawson.

"I can handle more than Kara."

“I had one, and it survived,” she said. “It’s ten years old now and can snap the neck of a poisonous monkey with one hand. If you want an even tougher offspring, I’m more suitable than her.”

Lawson paused for a moment, then said, "No."

The woman nodded and turned to leave.

The third one was even younger.

Her face still had a flush from the alcohol, and she was lighter than the previous two, but her muscles were like a fully drawn bowstring.

She pulled a short spear from beside the fire and threw it with a backhand motion.

The short spear grazed past a nocturnal winged insect that swooped in from the darkness, pinning the creature to the bark of a tree several meters away.

The winged insect struggled twice and then died.

She turned back and flashed a bright white smile at Lawson.

"I have good eyesight and steady hands. You don't seem like the type of man who would yell. I prefer someone quiet. Want to give it a try? It's okay if it doesn't work out."

Lawson was silent for a second.

"Thank you, but no need."

The young female soldier shrugged.

"Are all men from outside this polite?"

She reached out and patted her round, large buttocks, without any shame, even with a hint of pride.

"In Qatar, politeness won't produce good offspring!!"

She left too.

When the fourth woman approached, Lawson had already raised his hand.

She stopped three steps away and raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't said it yet."

"I know what you're going to say."

The female soldier glanced at him, her eyes filled with a very real sense of regret.

"You're not ugly, and you're strong enough, but unfortunately, you have too many other things on your mind. Men who are thinking about war while reproducing are usually not focused."

After she finished speaking, she shook her head first.

"Forget it, I don't want a distracting father figure."

This time it was her turn to reject Lawson.

She turned and left, casually kicking aside a burly, drunk man blocking her way.

Near the campfire not far away, the two great demons were almost bursting with rage.

Qianxian covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling violently, and her purple eyes curved into two crescent moons.

Ash held the horn cup, her expression relatively dignified, but the corners of her lips, hidden by the rim of the cup, remained unsmiling.

Qianxian leaned close to Ash's ear and whispered:

"Before they start flirting, they have to report their battle records, show their pelvis and kill count. Katachon is a fascinating ghostly place."

"Tonight, the master is like a champion breeder that has been put up for sale."

Lawson's gaze swept over.

Qianxian immediately swallowed his laughter, picked up his wine bowl, and pretended that he had just been coughing.

Ash slowly added:

"Champion-level beasts are usually not as hard to book as he is."

Qianxian almost laughed again.

Türk swaggered over with his wine bowl in hand, clearly having witnessed the whole thing.

"normal."

The old man sat down next to Lawson. “When strong outsiders come to the tribe, the female warriors will naturally try. If you stay here for three days, at least twenty will come looking for you. If you agree to one of them, the others won’t go for you a second time. They only look for women who haven’t been with anyone before.”

"why?"

"Mixed genes".

Turk said matter-of-factly, “The genetic value of an outsider is only highest the first time. Reproducing with the same person multiple times will reduce the genetic diversity of offspring. We Katachan people understand this. A man can only leave one offspring in the same tribe at most, and then he should move to the next tribe.”

The Katachans practiced the principles of natural selection and genetic diversity in the most primitive way for thousands of years, relying entirely on experience and instinct, but their conclusions were almost entirely consistent with the theories that imperial biologists had spent hundreds of years summarizing.

“Smart,” Lawson said sincerely.

Türk took a swig of wine and declined the compliment, because to him it wasn't "cleverness," it was just a way to survive.

Night had completely fallen.

The night sky over Katachán was obscured by thick clouds and jungle canopies, and not a single star could be seen.

The campfire was the only source of light, illuminating the area within a dozen meters, beyond which lay pitch-black darkness.

Various sounds came from the darkness: the low growl of a giant beast in the distance, the shriek of a hunting bird in the canopy, and the rustling of some unknown creature stepping on dead leaves.

The tribe's revelry gradually subsided.

The wine is finished, the meat is finished, and the songs have been sung enough.

The soldiers began to leave the campfire one by one.

The male and female soldiers walked together toward their respective sheds.

Within minutes, only the sentry on night duty, Lawson, two great demons, and a few burly men who had drunk too much and were lying on the ground asleep remained by the campfire.

Various sounds came from the shed.

In the simple animal-skin huts of Katachán, sound insulation is practically nonexistent.

Qianxian listened intently for a while, then her expression changed from curiosity to disdain.

“Too brutal,” she whispered to Ash. “Completely lacking in technique, it’s just pure physical movement. At least our followers pay attention to rhythm and atmosphere…”

Suddenly, a muffled thud came from a shed not far away.

Immediately afterwards, a dusty-looking male soldier flew out from behind the shed curtain, rolled twice on the ground, got up, touched the bump on the back of his head, and ran away without saying a word.

The curtain of the shed was lifted.

Kara stood in the doorway and threw out a leather boot with a look of disgust.

Her voice carried far into the night, "You can't even hold down my injured left arm, and you want to reproduce with me? Dream on!"

The male soldier ran even faster and disappeared into the shadows of the neighboring shed.

Qianxian stared in disbelief at the scene.

“These Qatari people…” she thought for a moment and found a precise adjective, “They are too monotonous. Their entertainment consists only of fighting, drinking, and mating.”

Ash fell into a rare moment of deep thought.

“No,” the Keeper of the Secret said in a low voice, “all their actions point to the same goal: hunting is for survival. Eating is for survival. Drinking is a rare form of relaxation, and relaxation is also for better survival the next day. Mating is for procreation, and only if the offspring survive can the tribe continue. Even that woman’s rejection of the weak was to ensure a higher survival rate for her offspring.”

"All the rules on this planet ultimately serve only one thing."

Lawson leaned against the roots of the giant tree, watching the embers of the campfire gradually die out and the surrounding shacks sink into darkness.

This is Katachon.

In the most brutal jungle hell in the Milky Way, humanity proved its right to live in the most primitive and brutal way.

Survival is the only law, strength is the only currency, and living is the only justice.

He will arrange for the cornerstone sequence to establish the first supply point near this tribe.

The people here don't need to be changed; their genes, instincts, and culture are the perfect survival strategy on this hellish planet.

All Rosen needs to do is ensure that more Qatari people survive.

To allow more offspring to be born.

Lawson had planned to stay in Katachon for another day to conduct a complete psionic mapping of the terrain and ecology around the Silent Swamp.

But a message pushed by the swarm intelligence platform interrupted his plan.

SOS signal.