Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Deeper inside, there is a row of giant 3D sintering towers, clearly designed to test the integration of the Tu clan's local material sourcing techniques with the imperial material system.

One of the engineers whispered, "They've already set it up."

Another person replied, "But they don't know the critical calibration sequence yet."

O. Vesa nodded.

That is their value.

Agrippina's sheer size could be suffocating, but the engineering experience of the Titanium Group still proved useful.

T-007 brought them to the main control platform.

"The basic workshop framework has been completed, and the team is waiting to calibrate three core issues: first, the sensor error of the engineering drone; second, the sintering strength curve of locally sourced materials; and third, the instruction translation layer for the matrix and swarm scheduling interface."

O. Visa walked to the console and quickly scanned the data.

He quickly got into the zone.

O. Vesa said, "The temperature curve of the sintering tower is too close to the Imperial Ceramic steel process. For Thomson composite building materials, higher temperatures are not necessarily better; the crystal structure will collapse. We need to advance the third cooling stage and extend the pressure holding time by 11.7 seconds."

Several Tu engineers immediately dispersed to various control consoles.

They initially carried the repression of defeated soldiers, but upon seeing the specific engineering problems, their professional instincts quickly took over.

A young Turk engineer approached O. Visa and whispered.

"My lord, the human population is far too large."

O. Visayas didn't look at him; he was still checking the data.

The young engineer continued, "Their manufacturing scale is probably tens of thousands of times larger than ours. It seems like we're helping a terrifying monster put on wings."

O. Vesa finally stopped and glanced at him.

"Don't think about it too much, get to work!"

…………

Lawson returned to the vigilant planet.

The cleanup of the Vision Enclave was left to the Observation Group, the Cornerstone Sequence, and a portion of the Combat Sequence.

The remaining nine planets of the Visionary Enclave need to be stabilized, and the 111 planets handed over to the Empire also need to be taken over.

The agreement signed by O'Showa was merely a paper agreement; what truly determined the ownership of a star system were starports, tax offices, granaries, shipping lanes, railguns, residential registration forms, and grassroots administrative nodes.

Lawson wouldn't leave these matters to Vision Enclave to handle on its own.

A batch of cornerstone sequences entered the original Vision Enclave Control Area.

Visionary enclaves have colonized these planets for centuries.

They built it very carefully.

The road network is well-planned, the energy lines are clean, the water purification system is well-maintained, the residential density is low, and the agricultural and industrial zones are more rationally divided than in many imperial worlds.

For Lawson, this is an asset that is easier to take over than ruins.

After many Empire worlds were ravaged by Chaos, Orcs, and Rebels, some areas were contaminated by Warp contamination that seeped into groundwater and hive ventilation systems, making cleanup more troublesome than fighting a war.

Now is the perfect time.

Civilians of the Empire who were originally unable to live on these planets in the short term can be relocated to these planets in batches.

The original living modules of the Titanium family need to be modified.

The foundational sequence and nesting matrix quickly provided a list of modifications, starting with several medium-sized cities near the starport, and then gradually expanding inland.

After Lawson returned to Vigilant Planet, the first batch of Fio-tak nanocrystalline structure materials was also sent back to Agrippina.

The first team to target this material was not the Power Armor Project Team, but the Hurricane Light Cavalry Modification Team.

After comparing the Fio-tak with the Eldar jet motorcycle structure, the T-series quickly discovered that it could reduce the proportion of Eldar bone materials.

The Eldar jet motorcycles have a clear advantage.

Light, fast, and agile, with a structure that responds sharply to the driver, after being modified by Lawson, the assassins can be transformed into a large-scale, fast cavalry using swarm tactics.

However, the availability of spirit bones is a major bottleneck limiting production.

Saim-Han Ark has been forced to operate at full capacity, and Lawson has also obtained the manufacturing technology and a monthly supply of spirit bone cores.

Even so, a production of around two million vehicles a year is still insufficient for Losen's current territory.

Now that Fio-tak can replace part of the bone support structure, the problem immediately changes.

The new motorcycle frame is more robust, offers better handling stability, and reduces maintenance intervals.

The spirit bone is only retained in the core response structure and the mental sensing node, and no longer bears a lot of pressure on the basic structure.

This means that the expansion of the Hurricane Cavalry is no longer entirely dependent on the production capacity of the Ark Eldar.

Lawson was very satisfied and gave the order: "Continue to compress the proportion of spirit bones. Replace as many as you can, as long as it does not affect the control response of the assassins."

In her palace, Ilancia looked at the new material ratios for the Hurricane Cavalry and felt worried.

After the Fio-tak nanocrystal structure was incorporated into the motorcycle frame, the proportion of the frame was significantly reduced.

The new framework is more stable, has better load-bearing capacity, and the maintenance cycle has been extended.

For Lawson, this is a perfect optimization.

For Saim-Han, however, this is a dangerous sign.

She knew that Lawson wasn't targeting the Ark.

He has always been like this: any technology, material, ally, or promise that enters his imperial system will be ruthlessly disassembled, evaluated, replaced, and reassembled until it becomes the part that best fits his massive machine.

If Fio-tak and Imperial materials continue to be widely available, Saim-Han's irreplaceable role in the Hurricane Legion will be completely diluted.

Ilancia now stays by Lawson's side, and has too many identities.

Eldar advisor, Saim-Han liaison, and... his woman.

But she knew better than anyone that the inner court of Lawson did not keep worthless exquisite porcelain.

"Can you smell it, Ash?"

A sickeningly sweet voice drifted from behind, “That’s the smell of pride withering away, mixed with a touch of poignant self-deprecation.”

Ilancia turned around abruptly.

Salashien Qianxian leaned against the door frame, his black hair cascading down his chest like a waterfall, and his purple vertical pupils swirling with a dazzling halo.

Ash Velos stood in the shadows, his posture more restrained than Qian Xian's, but the greed in his eyes was exactly the same.

“I did not allow you to come in,” Ilancia said coldly.

Ash strode forward like an elegant cat to the holographic projection, her long fingers tracing the cold data of the Fio-tak replacement spirit bones in the air.

"Don't be so harsh, Little Moonblade."

"We just happened to be passing by and heard a neglected heart bleeding. How pitiful, the spirit bones you Ark proudly offered are now being devoured by that bland blue metal. In a few years, perhaps the master will mercifully return Saim-Han's gift so you can use it to repair those crumbling bone houses."

"Lord Lawson has no need for you to speculate on his will!"

Qianxian chuckled softly, taking two steps closer until she was almost breathing against Ilancia's breath.

“He doesn’t need it, but he likes things that are useful. And you, my dear Ilancia, you’ve shared a bed with your master for four years, yet you still see yourself as a fragile object placed on a pedestal.”

Qianxian gently lifted a strand of Yilanxia's red hair with her fingers and sniffed it.

"Those four battle nuns have been going quite often lately, haven't they? They're much smarter than you. They disguise their thirst as sacred practice and hide their possessiveness in their fervent prayers. Four people, four tones, a perfect harmony, and the master is now quite satisfied with their fervent service."

Ilancia's fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly.

"Join us, Ilancia."

Qianxian's purple eyes suddenly drew closer, turning into the most alluring whisper, "Those nuns know how to cooperate, so why can't we? Think about it... you, me, Ash. The purest and proudest moon blade of Saim-Han, plus two great demons who are well-versed in the ultimate senses."

Ash whispered behind her, "Three completely different soul qualities, pure restraint and extreme indulgence intertwined. When the master returns with the bloody scent of war, seeing such a sacrifice, we can pull him into a vortex of pleasure that even the Emperor has never seen. He will be immersed in it, he will forget that ridiculous blue metal, and he will remember the Eldar's touch all over again."

Ilancia's breathing quickened, her ear tips turned bright red, a mixture of shame, anger, and fear washing over her.

"absurd!"

"You want to corrupt my soul? I will never associate with you..."

"Oh, darling, don't use that as an excuse."

Qianxian laughed even more happily.

"There is no Lord of Pleasure here, only the Ruler of Lawson. You are not afraid of us at all..."

Ash pressed his lips against her ear and spat out the venom with deadly precision:

"What you fear is that you can no longer hold his gaze, and you will only stiffly bite your lip, begging him to be gentle."

"That's so stupid..."

There was a deathly silence in the room for half a second.

Ilancia's chest heaved violently.

She finally regained her composure and retaliated with a cold laugh.

"So what? You two monsters who lure mortals, don't try to disgust me with your nauseating tactics."

Qianxian burst into unrestrained laughter, his chest trembling with laughter.

"Great! That's wonderful! This sentence finally has a hint of jealousy and biting."

Ash nodded in satisfaction, "At least it doesn't look like a dead object stuck on a ceremonial stand anymore."

Ilancia realized that they had pushed her to her limit, and her face was burning hot.

"I'm not going to form any team with you. Get out."

"The three-person proposal can be put on hold for now."

Qianxian gracefully spread his hands, his eyes filled with lingering satisfaction. "Since you insist on clinging to that pathetic possessiveness, then we'll teach you what it means to fight alone."

“I don’t trust you.” Ilancia stepped back warily.

"You don't need trust, you just need to learn."

Ash walked straight to the wardrobe, picked out a red and white robe that was Saim-Han’s signature, and pulled out a soft, almost translucent lining.