Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The new humans were subsequently identified by the system as the standard race of Lawson's own faction.

From this moment on, every newly summoned Keystone Warrior will possess a robust physique of about two meters tall upon landing, with nerve responses approaching those of an Astartes reserve, and bones strong enough to withstand the continuous impact of heavy combat suits.

Most importantly, there is no upper limit to the number of cornerstone sequences.

Lawson can directly distribute bodies close to those of Astartes reserves to the most ordinary unlimited manpower.

Lawson revealed an extremely dangerous smile.

"Now, even if the main force of the Terran fleet comes knocking, I can use sheer numbers to wear them down!"

The updated data of the cornerstone sequence scrolls rapidly across the field of view.

[The Empire's New Human template has been fully adapted for all unit types.]

Basic neural reflexes increased by 427%.

The load-bearing capacity of heavy-duty exoskeletons has been increased by 310%.

[The accuracy of high-speed shooting on the Hurricane motorcycle has been improved by 264%.]

Reproductive capacity: Fully functional.

The last statistic may seem ordinary, but its significance goes far beyond simple combat enhancement.

The foundational sequence has full reproductive capacity.

They can marry, reproduce, and pass on the domineering genes that Lawson instilled in the mother to future generations.

Isa has personally confirmed that this set of new human genes has extremely strong dominant expression. Whether it is mated with ordinary humans in the Empire or with alien races with complete reproductive structures, the main template of the offspring will be covered by the new human genes.

Not to mention ordinary empires and humans.

In just a few generations, a traditional population world can undergo a complete overhaul.

As long as resources are plentiful, Lawson can continue to produce billions, tens of billions, or even hundreds of billions of new human soldiers with reproductive capabilities in the dark side of the Empire.

They will disperse to every colonized planet.

Enter the hive cities, agricultural worlds, forging bases, and border fortresses, form families, leave offspring, and let those offspring continue to expand outwards.

Military occupation can only control land.

Genetic reproduction can alter a race itself.

Centuries later, the ordinary humans of the dark side of the empire will gradually become a historical concept.

Thousands of years from now, the basic human population of the entire galaxy may be redefined.

They possess stronger physiques, more stable souls, and higher learning efficiency, and their absolute belonging to Lawson is engraved deep within their lives.

This sense of belonging will not cause them to lose their minds.

They can still be artists, scholars, engineers, adventurers, and even debate imperial policies.

Betrayal is the only thing that cannot happen.

When a choice truly threatens Lawson and the core of the swarm, the anchors etched into genes and souls awaken, pulling all consciousness back to its original source.

Looking down at the city below, Lawson felt an overwhelming surge of pride.

The Chaos God sustains its power through the fear, desire, anger, despair, and disease of mortals.

The new humans still possess complete emotions, but have a more stable soul structure, and their faith in Lawson will form a closed loop within the swarm network.

As more and more intelligent life forms in the galaxy enter this system, the emotions and souls that the Four Gods can harvest will gradually decrease.

A cold smile crept across Lawson's lips.

This road will take hundreds, even thousands of years.

He can wait.

However, there are more immediate matters to attend to today.

The swarm intelligence system transmitted real-time images of the rail port.

The near-Earth orbit of Planet Three is already filled with Eldar warships.

……

The first Ark mission arrived a day ahead of schedule.

Lawson was in a good mood and made an exception by opening the reserved route, allowing the fleet that had completed the identity verification to enter Planet Three first.

Hundreds and thousands of spirit bone warships are lined up in near-Earth orbit.

They possess elegant, elongated hulls, with bows and wings curved like some kind of marine creature, radiating a soft glow under the starlight.

Around the railport, hundreds of heavy air defense matrices are kept fully charged.

The captains of the Beetle Ark were known for their martial spirit and toughness, and they still lined up.

Even the Saim-Han delegation, whose members were from the Ilancian homeland, did not receive priority.

Whether they came from the Great Ark or from the Eldar settlement with only one remaining exiled ship, they all shared a single number in the Empire's dark side navigation system.

If they refuse to comply with the inspection, they will stop outside the tracks and wait.

If a ship tries to conceal its weapons, it will immediately be locked onto by hundreds of heavy cannons.

No Ark was willing to challenge Lawson's rules at this time.

The goddess of life is below.

Even just getting close to Oberlus III, they could already feel the changes brought about by Isa's return.

As an ancient spirit bone cruiser entered near-Earth orbit, the originally dry and cracked spirit bone patterns on the ship's surface suddenly lit up.

Tiny buds sprouted from the cracks.

They grow slowly along the gray-white hull and soon bloom into pale golden flowers.

All the Eldar crew members on the bridge stopped what they were doing.

Some of the crew members, who had lived for thousands of years, knelt in front of the control panel, trembling as they touched the soul circuits that had been dormant for many years.

They could hear the ship's spirit speaking again.

The changes on other arks were even more pronounced. The nearly depleted spirit bone cores began to supply energy again, the damaged soul stones stopped emitting painful groans, and even many spirit race women who had been unable to conceive for many years felt an extremely faint aura of new life emerging deep within their bodies.

Isa has not yet formally met with anyone.

Her life divinity has been slowly spreading along the space around Star III.

The news spread rapidly throughout the Ark fleet.

More and more Eldar walked to the ship's observation windows, gazing at the world shrouded in clouds and ocean.

In the afternoon, more than one million Ark delegates completed their entry.

They were placed in the newly built pilgrimage square outside the Upper Nest.

The plaza, paved with black steel, is large enough to hold millions of lives. Battle flags and giant fire towers stand around it, while a warning line composed of Wolverine and Saber-toothed Tiger heavy mechs hangs high in the sky.

The million Eldar lined up according to their Ark affiliation zone.

These proud Eldar, like children waiting for their mother's return, trembled in prayer on the steel plaza.

The howling banshee of Bieton removed her mask.

The prophet of Usvi put away the runestone.

Saim-Han's rider dismounted from the jet motorcycle and knelt on one knee in the designated area.

The suspended terrace in front of the square slowly lit up.

A deep rumble came from underground as the entire platform rose into the sky along the track.

The heavily armored Xiongwei soldiers stood on either side, their dark gold armor reflecting a cold luster in the sunlight.

Isa emerged from the depths of the platform.

She wore a long white and green dress, with her long golden hair cascading down to her waist. The contract bracelet on her wrist was hidden by the wide sleeves of her dress, only occasionally revealing a sliver of dark golden light as she moved.

The square fell completely silent the moment she appeared.

The next moment, millions of spirit race members knelt down as if propelled by the same force.

"Holy Mother..."

At the forefront, an elderly prophet proclaimed the title in the ancient Eldar language.

More voices followed.

Some people were sobbing uncontrollably.

The howling banshees, star dart shooters, spirit bone craftsmen, and ark captains—these Eldar who rarely fear even death—all lost their usual composure at this moment.

Isa looked at them, a deep sadness in her eyes.

Emerald green light rose from his palm, transforming into a cloud of life covering hundreds of kilometers above the square.

A fine drizzle of light then fell.

Raindrops passed through clothing and armor, merging directly into the Eldar's bodies.

For many, the long-standing pain deep in their souls was quickly relieved.

The hidden wounds left by Slaanesh's gaze slowly closed under the nourishment of the life divinity, and the Soul Stones became warm again.

Millions of Eldar simultaneously felt their mother's embrace.

The crying grew louder and louder.

Isa did not speak immediately.

She let this reunion spanning millions of years continue for a while, until the emotions in the square gradually calmed down, before turning her gaze to Lawson standing beside her.

Lawson, clad in dark gold armor, stood quietly in the center of the terrace.

Isa was half a step behind him.

"My children."

Isha's voice was amplified by psychic energy and spread throughout the entire square.

“I have been trapped in the garden of the Lord of Plague for more than ten thousand years, and the gods can no longer come to my rescue.”