Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Everyone knows him, and everyone asks him where he's going.

He would say the same thing to everyone.

"I'm going home."

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Over the next few months, small spaceships, life pods, and even modified civilian shuttles continued to dock at the shipyard of the Great Stone Monastery.

Some squads, consisting of three to five people, wore power armor so worn that its original color was no longer discernible, and their weapons were repaired with wire and bone.

Some came alone, stood in the dock, looked at the dome of the megalithic monastery, and remained silent for a long time.

Zabril of the Resurrected Chapter stood at the dock entrance, welcoming each new batch of brothers.

He wrote down everyone's name, origin, number of years they had been away from home, and current physical condition.

Talion emerged from the interrogation room.

He has been deprived of freedom of movement for three hundred years and requires long-term rehabilitation training.

Cologne and his three brothers came from the frozen world.

Gwen comes from the agricultural world.

Every fallen angel who entered the Stone Monastery saw the same thing before Zabril.

The new dark green emblem of the resurrected.

The First Legion's green was repainted.

When Zabril hands the insignia to each person, he says the same thing.

"Welcome home, brother."

Some people didn't come.

The pulse spread throughout the galaxy, but not every fallen angel chose to return.

Some people still don't believe it; they've been hunted for so long that trust has been permanently deleted from their vocabulary.

They received the pulse, verified the voiceprint, confirmed the intelligence that the Father of Genetics had indeed returned, and then chose to continue hiding.

They need more time.

Maybe a few years, maybe decades.

Perhaps they will only emerge from their hiding places when they see the Resurrected Chapter on the battlefield, when they see the fallen angels who were once like them, wearing new insignia, wielding new weapons, and fighting with a legitimate identity.

Maybe never.

But the gates of the Stone Monastery will never be closed.

The Lion King gave the order: the gates will always be open, and the resurrected will always have a place, no matter when they come.

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Warning Star, Inner Court.

Lawson leaned back in his command chair, flipping through the report compiled by the swarm intelligence team.

Lawson wasn't too worried about what decision the First Legion would make, because he could probably guess.

It's not that he understands the First Legion, it's that he understands the Lion King.

The territory of the empire's dark side is steadily expanding.

In the last three months, more than 400 planets have been recovered, most of which were previously lost edge worlds and mining planets occupied by small groups of chaotic forces.

Billions of new cornerstone sequences have already been put into operation.

Newly reclaimed planets are prioritized and placed into the rebuilding queue of the nesting system.

In the military industry, the production line for the XV8 Cornerstone Standard Combat Suit has entered a stable mass production stage.

The sixty castings have a clear division of labor in the world, and the monthly output is gradually increasing.

The Kisame Hunter type has been finalized, and the first batch of 300 units has rolled off the production line and is undergoing practical testing.

The next step is the finalization and testing of the XV88 heavy-firepower version.

The interface compatibility between this model of heavy artillery and the Imperial laser cannon still requires several more rounds of collaboration between Turk engineers and the T-series.

Everything is on track.

Lawson closed the report and prepared to process the next batch of documents.

Er Gou poked half his head in from outside the door.

"Boss, Katarina and the others are here."

Lawson raised an eyebrow: "Let them in."

Twelve people walked in.

Katarina walked at the front.

Her long-term service to Lawson and her missions to perform pilgrimages to living saints have significantly improved her physical fitness and combat skills.

He had a heroic appearance and a steady gait.

Sera, Sena, and Vera followed behind her.

The next eight people are new faces.

Eight young fighting nuns, Lawson noticed, all of whom were quite beautiful and had excellent figures.

"Katerina".

Lawson looked at her: "When did your team get more people?"

After bowing, Katarina replied, "My lord, these are the members we have expanded over the past two years. The team now has a total of 108 members. Today we are bringing eight of the latest batch of twelve who have passed the assessment. The other four are currently on a pilgrimage mission."

Lawson leaned back in his chair.

His voice was devoid of emotion. "Whose idea was this?"

The crisp sound of high heels came from the back of the group. Lady Adela, dressed in an elegant long dress, walked forward gracefully and curtsied to Lawson.

"Your Excellency, please forgive my overstepping of authority."

Adela's voice rang out calmly in the empty office, "The proposal to expand the guard was made to Katarina by me."

Lawson looked at her: "Reason?"

"My lord, please allow me to do some calculations for you."

Adela raised her eyes slightly. "As the territory of the Empire's dark side expands, the arrival of living saints has become the most indispensable political spectacle to appease the newly reclaimed world. The four of them, including Katarina, have to undertake endless interstellar pilgrimages, be responsible for the absolute security of the inner court, and also take care of serving you personally. I really can't bear to see your four peerless blades break down due to overwork in trivial duties."

Lawson nodded noncommittally.

This is indeed the truth. Ordinary people may not understand the decrees of the Privy Council of the ruling authority, but as long as they see the descent of a living saint and the purification of gold and fire, faith and order can be established immediately.

Adela, observing the situation, deepened her smile: "Besides, you are no longer the warlord who needed to bide your time. You now wield the sharpest sword and the heaviest power in the dark side of the entire empire. In the empire's political system, which highly values ​​pomp and grand narratives, it is not only against the rules for a ruler who controls thousands of stars to have only four attendants by his side, but it also diminishes your supreme authority. You may not care about such details, but the countless eyes of these dark stars are watching your procession at all times, which is itself a tangible extension of your supreme power."

At this point, Adela's tone softened slightly.

"Most importantly... Your Excellency is burdened with countless affairs of state, carrying the fate of all humanity on the dark side, and the pressure you endure is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The existence of the Battle Sisters is precisely to offer you the purest faith and devotion. Katarina and the others' loyalty is beyond question, but we need more and better fresh blood to ensure that you receive the most comprehensive and attentive service at any time and in any place. This is not only their honor, but also the cornerstone that supports your continued leadership of the Empire's dark side."

Lawson looked at her quietly, his lips twitching almost imperceptibly.

Adèle truly deserves to be called the woman with the highest emotional intelligence by his side.

Every word she said struck a chord with him, perfectly packaging even the hidden desires of those men into sacred political needs and compassion for their subordinates.

"Did you personally choose this person?" Lawson asked.

"I will personally select the list, and Katarina will be responsible for the final tactical and loyalty assessment."

Adela met Lawson's scrutinizing gaze with composure, showing no eagerness to claim credit. "My lord, please rest assured, I know your bottom line well. Those fanatical believers who have been deeply brainwashed by the dogma of the state religion and whose thinking is as rigid as a rock were eliminated immediately. What you need are sharp blades that can understand your will and adapt flexibly for you, not troublemakers who can only recite scriptures and may clash with you at any time because of doctrine. Therefore, without exception, all those selected are young girls who are absolutely devout in their faith but still have bright minds."

Her gaze swept over the eight nuns behind her, who were holding their breath in awe, and her tone carried a hint of pride.

"As for external conditions, the personal guards of the Marksman are the face of the highest power in the Empire. Even the honor guards of the Space Marines are required to be of imposing stature, so your Sisters must naturally be the most dazzling jewels in the entire Dark Side. I have set extremely strict screening thresholds for height, demeanor, and even bone structure and appearance."

Lawson followed her gaze.

Adèle's eye for talent is indeed sharp.

These eight nuns are all over 1.75 meters tall. Although they have very different styles, some are as cold as ice, some are as gentle as water, and some have a wildness that comes from crawling out of a pile of dead bodies, they all have slender and well-proportioned figures and are all stunning beauties.

Even standing side by side with Katarina, she would not be overshadowed in the slightest.

"One hundred and eight is the current size, and it can be increased or decreased at any time as the Dark Side expands. The four major functions of pilgrimage and preaching, inner court duty, personal service and ceremonial guard are scheduled separately, which can ensure that there is sufficient rotation for each position and also allow the nuns to maintain their peak condition."

Lawson turned to look at Katarina: "What are your own thoughts?"

Katarina raised her head, and for the first time ever, a faint smile appeared on her strikingly handsome face.

"To be able to completely dedicate our bodies and minds to the Lord of the Seal is our highest desire. Lady Adela is right, the Lord's brilliance is too vast, and it is indeed difficult for the four of us to serve him alone. We need more sisters to share the responsibility so that we can ensure that every service is done to the utmost perfection."

She paused for a moment, then unusually added, "Moreover, the people Mrs. Adela chose were indeed all very good."

Upon hearing this, the eight nuns behind him, who had been trying to maintain their composure, instantly blushed with an alluring rosy hue.

Lawson looked at Adela again: "You've thought this through very well."

"It is my duty to share the burdens of the one in charge of the seal."

Adela bowed slightly. "If needed in the future, as long as you nod, there are countless girls in the remaining religious orders on the dark side of the Empire who are willing to go through fire and water for you."

Lawson did not give a clear response to this suggestion.

He stood up, his tall figure exuding an invisible sense of oppression, and slowly walked to the eight new nuns.

The nuns immediately straightened their backs, their high chests rising and falling with their slightly rapid breathing, their eyes looking straight ahead with extreme restraint, not daring to overstep their bounds in the slightest.

“Name,” Lawson said, pointing to the first person.

"Elena! Formerly the captain of the seventh combat squad of the 'Purifying Rose' Order. Her home planet was destroyed by chaos, but she was fortunate enough to be recruited by Lady Katarina. She has been in the squad for one year and seven months and is willing to die for her!"

"Isabella! Formerly a member of the 'Tears of Martyrs' order..."

Lawson listened patiently to the self-introductions of the eight people.

It must be said that this group of people had experienced terrible suffering, but they were not crushed by it. They had both combat power and a high degree of obedience.

Moreover, it is indeed pleasing to the eye.