Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson stared at the star map, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

We've inexplicably become the creators of a new kind of humanity? At least that's not a bad thing.

The dark side of the empire needs population, manpower, a foundational population capable of surviving in a harsh world, and a soul structure that cannot be easily pried open by chaos.

As long as these new humans are controllable, then they have value.

Lawson gave instructions to the bee swarm.

"Continue to monitor all new human worlds."

"All wasteland worlds inhabited by the New Humans shall not be openly connected to the Imperial administrative system and shall be designated as closed observation zones."

"Establish a gene sample bank spanning five generations, recording all births, deaths, reproductions, diseases, violent conflicts, and changes in soul projections."

“Select the best individuals from each tribe, including hunters, artisans, caretakers, and highly adaptable mothers.”

"The first batch of outstanding individuals will be concentrated in a separate star system."

The swarm intelligence immediately synchronizes and generates a preliminary plan.

Lawson continued, “Arrange for Imperial civilians, retired Cornerstone soldiers, miner families, artisan families, and New Humans to live together, allowing them to interact, intermarry, and reproduce naturally. All offspring will be included in the genetic sample for continuous monitoring.”

"Use a galaxy as a model for the future."

If successful, the new humans will no longer be just a wasteland population left behind by Bayer; they will become part of the Empire's dark side.

They will interbreed with ordinary imperial civilians, spreading genes that make them resistant to disease and poison, strong, and highly adaptable. After several generations, they will make the children of miners who would not have lived past thirty grow stronger, prevent the laborers in the gas factories from collapsing from lung disease, and ensure that the wasteland world can no longer rely solely on corpses to produce its population.

Time flowed slowly, and the stars were nowhere to be seen in the wasteland.

The new humans by the brazier were unaware that the new creator they were praying to was standing not far away.

As the wind and sand swept across the Black Rock Heights, the flames in the brazier were suppressed, then rose again.

"Let's go."

A static force field opened up in front of everyone.

Lawson led Er Gou and the others back to the Vigilant Planet.

The next instant, the cold white light of the Vigilant Star's Royal Court fell upon everyone again.

The NH-17 designation on the strategic projection platform has been relabeled by Swarm Intelligence.

[The new human species naturally reproduces and observes the world; the creator's anchor point has been redirected.]

[Faith fluctuations are extremely weak; continuous monitoring is required.]

Er Gou stared at the words for a while, then suddenly became excited: "Boss, if these new humans keep having more and more children, will they build you a cathedral someday? That would be so impressive!"

Lawson glanced at him: "You want to be a priest? A bishop?"

Er Gou's face stiffened: "I'm not going. If I were to preach, even the state religion would call me a heretic."

Aoqi said seriously, "Judging from the perspective of language pollution, Second Brother is indeed not suitable for any religious propagation work."

Er Gou turned his head: "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

San Gou looked at the projection: "Boss, shall we continue to observe?"

"We will continue to monitor the situation, but we won't need you anymore."

Lawson turned off the star map.

The light inside the Domination Court dimmed, leaving only a few strategic flight paths suspended in mid-air.

Er Gou paused for a moment, then asked, "What should we do?"

Lawson said casually, "I'm in a good mood right now, so I'll give you all a three-week break. Surprised? Happy?"

The guards fell silent at the same time, exchanging bewildered glances.

After hesitating for a while, Er Gou asked, "Boss, we have nothing to do, what are we supposed to do on holiday?"

"Do whatever you want. Even UR-025 knows to ask for a vacation to go fishing. We can't not give you a vacation for hundreds of years. Come on, go and enjoy your vacation."

Er Gou wanted to say something more: "Boss, we really don't need it..."

Lawson waved his hand.

"Enough with the nonsense, get out."

An invisible surge of spiritual energy pushed several guards out of the door.

The door slammed shut.

On the covered bridge, Er Gou, San Gou, Ao Qi, Ao Jiu, and several guards stood in a row.

In the distance, four imperial guards still stood watch on either side of the gateposts.

Taiwa looked at them, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Er Gou looked back at the tightly closed door, then looked down at his hands, unsure of what to do next.

Er Gou and San Gou have been following Luo Sen for hundreds of years across their two lifetimes.

They are either training, fighting, guarding the gate, accompanying Lawson, purging heretics, or on their way to purge heretics.

Suddenly letting them do whatever they want is like throwing a bunch of chainsaw swords into a garden, not knowing which flower to cut.

One of the guards hesitated and said, "How about... we go eat?"

Er Gou looked at him: "Eat for three weeks?"

The man fell silent.

After thinking for a while, Er Gou activated the static force field.

San Gou asked, "Where are you going?"

"Looking for a fight? All I know is fighting, nothing else."

"Who should I call?"

Er Gou grinned: "There are so many places on the star map that need to be fucked!"

Aoqi immediately pulled up the border war zone list: "Thirty-seven low-intensity conflicts in the outer ring of the vigilant star, five orc spore clearing zones, twelve mutated beast tide warning points, and two suspected chaos smuggling dens."

"Let's go there!"

Er Gou slung the power axe over his shoulder and walked into the static field without looking back.

"If Second Brother goes, I'll go too!"

"If you're all going, then I'll go too!"

Ao Jiu followed, and the other guards followed one after another.

…………

Lawson looked at the huge portrait of the emperor on the wall and found that things were getting interesting.

He certainly wouldn't become someone like an emperor.

It will not allow a new state religion to emerge from the dark side of the empire.

Lawson doesn't need a bunch of priests kneeling at his feet singing hymns; he'd rather watch his troupe of nuns dance.

What are holy icons, relics, chalices, and blood compared to the allure of a million nuns!

Yes, his nun corps has expanded rapidly, reaching nearly a million members, truly encompassing all types.

Moreover, what is needed now is population, factories, food, warships, and humans who can survive in the wasteland and radiation, generation after generation of humans who can withstand the intensity of the Empire's dark side wars.

However, what if, hundreds of years later, the new human race does indeed thrive and multiply stably within the dark side of the empire's system?

If they go from tens of millions to hundreds of billions, and then from hundreds of billions to trillions.

What will become of this almost meaningless power of faith at that time?

Swarm intelligence, however, has already begun to automatically deduce the results.

Ten generations later, the genes of the new humans spread in the mixed world.

After 30 generations, genetic advantages began to outweigh the old human baseline.

After the tenth generation, the population structure of the entire empire's dark side and even the holy side was completely rewritten.

If the anchor of faith does not collapse, and if the concept of the creator is not contaminated by religious influence, then this line will eventually become an invisible river that spans the dark side of the empire.

Even if the river is very narrow now.

But if it flows long enough, it will eventually engulf the starry sky and become an endless ocean!

Lawson raised his hand and turned off the simulation model.

"Continue observation."

The swarm intelligence received the order.

"Anyone who tries to transform the Creator's anchor into a religious system should be dealt with directly."

After the order was issued, the Imperial Court returned to silence.

A few days later, the Agrippina Gene Research Center reported new progress.

The Astartes research has yielded results!

The Astartes project has actually been continued by a genetics team, and they have made considerable progress.

This time, however, with the addition of Bayer's research findings, it's like adding wings to a tiger.

Swarm intelligence opens the data package.

The first line of text is simply labeled: Original Space Marine Improvement Route, Initial Completion.

"Then I have to go take a look."

The next second, he was already standing at the entrance to Agrippina's underground genetic laboratory.

Cool white light emanated from inside.

Tens of thousands of culture chambers are arranged in a huge circular hall.

A dedicated researcher stood in front of the control panel.

Number: KY-078.