Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The space in the shadows of the command room distorted slightly.

Two figures squeezed out of the twisted shape and knelt on the floor the moment they landed.

Ash Velos the Keeper and Salathion Thousand Strings.

"Master, are you summoning your most loyal maid?"

"I have a task for you."

Lawson looked down at them. "For the next three months, I want you to party non-stop in Comoros."

"How many pointed-eared souls you can consume depends entirely on your abilities. I set no upper limit, nor do I keep statistics."

Qianxian suddenly raised her head, her watery eyes darting around.

"But don't get carried away."

These two powerful demons were used with great ease, and Lawson didn't want them to perish in the Comoros. He instructed them, "Don't try to withstand the Dark Matter Main Cannon and the Black Sun Weapon head-on. The Comoros has something that can erase the laws of physics, and you can't withstand it. Once you are locked on by heavy firepower, immediately use the anchor points left by the clones to make micro-jumps to retreat using the stasis field."

"They retreat tens of thousands of kilometers, move to a different neighborhood, and come out to eat again."

The two Slaanesh demons began to tremble: "Waaah, our master is so good to us!"

Ash dug her fingers into the metal floorboards, tears welling in her eyes and mingling with drool dripping from the corners of her mouth onto the floor.

Qianxian lowered his entire body even further, his back heaving violently, and the low groan in his throat turned into an almost painful sob.

No one could comprehend the devastating impact of this order on them; the shock was immense.

Comoros is the place Slaanesh most wants to go, yet can never go.

That city holds the densest concentration of souls in the entire galaxy, where hundreds of billions of Dark Eldar have fattened their souls through endless suffering and pleasure.

For Slaanesh's creations, it was a feast that could never be reached.

The reason they couldn't reach them was quite practical: the Dark Eldar had lived there for tens of thousands of years, and half of their weaponry was specifically designed to deal with the Slaanesh.

The Dark Matter Cannon can directly erase the existence and structure of demons, the Black Sun Weapon can sever the connection to the subspace at the physical level, and the human wave tactics of the Heavy Samurai can grind down any great demon that dares to break in.

If an ordinary Slaanesh is lucky enough to stumble into Comoros, it might get a good meal, but then it will either be driven out or worn down to death on some street.

Last time, they only stayed for 11 minutes, but the two of them thoroughly enjoyed their meal.

Now, Lawson has given them three months with no time limit.

This is equivalent to giving them two things at the same time.

An unlimited buffet voucher and over 100,000 teleportation beacons scattered throughout the city, available on demand.

If you can't beat them, just move on and find another place to eat.

The Dark Eldar heavy infantry will be like a pack of hounds chasing flies, running themselves ragged around their own city, while they can feast on this feast until the three-month period is up.

This is a scene that even Slaanesh's creations wouldn't dare to dream of.

“Master.” Ash looked up, tears still streaming down her face, “Three months… a full three months, with no limit…”

Do you know which batch of Comoros was the fattest?

Qianxian continued, the sob in her throat turning into a sticky excitement, "They are those great lords who have lived for thousands of years."

“Then let’s go eat,” Lawson said.

Ash lunged forward half a step, arms outstretched, probably wanting to hug Lawson's legs and kiss them a couple of times.

Lawson frowned, and Ash's hand froze in mid-air before quickly retracting and kowtowing three times.

After Qianxian finished kowtowing, he looked up and smiled like a child who had just received candy.

"Thank you, Master!"

"I want to see results in three months."

"Yes, yes, yes, after I'm full, you can check me however you want, turn me over all over, I'll put me in any position you like, hehe—"

The two Slaanesh demons tumbled and crawled into the portal of the stasis field, their laughter still echoing as the portal closed.

Lawson stared at the spot where the portal had disappeared and snorted coldly.

Throwing these two mad dogs into the Comoros will bring more than one layer of benefits.

With two Slaanesh Keepers constantly roaming the city and committing crimes, the already tense nerves of the High Lords, strained by mutual distrust, are on the verge of snapping. Victor must invest a great deal of resources to hunt down two targets that are simply impossible to catch.

The greater the panic created by the Great Demon, the more security forces are drawn to it, and the faster the clones of the Empire's dark side can move the vault and its contents out the back door.

There was a disturbance at the front door, and people were moving things at the back door.

A true win-win situation.

After dealing with Comoros, Lawson turned his attention back to the star map of the Tau Empire.

"They want to use the internet to ambush my Vision Enclave."

His fingers traced the flashing red coordinates.

“You seem to have forgotten one thing: the entire galaxy’s network is not solely controlled by the Dark Eldar.”

Not long ago, the Eldar of the entire galaxy had sworn allegiance to him.

That was neither a military surrender nor an exchange of benefits.

The moment Isha was rescued from Nurgle Gardens, the Eldar race had no other choice on a spiritual level.

The protection of the goddess of life was something they had waited ten thousand years for, but the price for receiving this protection was to give up everything they had.

The road network route map is included.

This was only a very small portion of what Saim-Han had back then; now he has obtained all the Eldar network maps.

From the main roads to the capillaries, from old branch lines abandoned for 30,000 years to the private passages dug by each ark itself, everything was handed over completely without any preservation.

In Lawson's hand lay the master key to the bedroom of the Tau Empire.

"Notification Cornerstone-911".

"Approving Oshova's vassal request, and taking full control of the entire population of the Visionary Enclave. From this moment forward, those nine worlds are the territory of the Empire's dark side."

The moment the order was given, several things happened simultaneously.

Oshova transformed himself into a vassal lord of the empire's dark side.

His people are no longer an internal affair of the Tau, but rather a population under the rule of the Sealholder.

The fifth expeditionary fleet of the Tau Empire is currently bombarding not a disputed border region, but the sacred and inviolable territory of the Empire's dark side.

Anything Lawson does next will legally become a self-defense response.

Moreover, O'Showa himself is worth as much as three agricultural worlds.

When the war reaches its later stages, Lawson will need someone to take over the Tau Empire, and O'Shova is that person.

These citizens of the Thai Empire have something to say about them.

Titanium-to-titanium production should be the easiest method, and only O'Shaughnessy has the prestige to achieve it.

The literacy rate of the common people of the Titan race is close to 100%, and their basic industrial literacy far surpasses that of the serfs of the Empire. Throw them into Agrippina's production line, and they can start producing in three months.

"The main force of the Titanium Empire has already come out to visit via the Internet."

"Let's go visit them at their home!"

"Pass on my orders."

Lawson's voice was drowned out in the command room.

"All rapid reaction fleets are assembled at the network nodes. All Raptor fighters are equipped with ground attack modules. Hurricane light cavalry are ready to cut in close to the ground. Static field is deployed simultaneously at the anchor point."

"Deployment anchor points for 300 million stealth combat suits will be established first!"

"Target: Titan."

He looked again at the blue planet on the star map.

The core of 65 trillion people, the central hub of 27 worlds, the source of the highest good, and the seat of the supreme Etherian.

"Don't they like to use dimensional reduction attacks?"

"Today, I will personally go to the top of their Supreme Ether and teach them what real blitzkrieg is."

P.S.: Sorry guys, I'm not feeling well today, so this is only 6000 words.

Chapter 278 Use your knife to slit your throat

Titanium Star.

There is not a single place on the surface of this planet where waste is piled up.

The city skyline is composed of white, streamlined buildings. The height, spacing, and orientation of each building have been uniformly calculated by Tu Shi to ensure that every residential unit receives no less than four hours of natural sunlight every day.

Above the clouds, a holographic projector projected the three-dimensional runes of the Supreme Good Path onto the entire sky.

The rune consisted of three intertwined arcs that slowly rotated, covering the entire metropolitan area's field of vision.

Any Tier 1 citizen who looks up can see it.

The High Dome Grand Council is located at the highest point of the capital.

The dome is cast from a single piece of transparent crystal, and the benevolent runes rotating in the sky can be seen directly from the inside.

The hall is laid out in concentric circles, with the four highest-ranking members of the family seated in a ring-like arrangement. At the center of the circle floats a white throne without any decoration.

The Highest Etheanwa sat upon it.

His age is not publicly recorded. In the official archives of the Tau Empire, the lifespan of the aether is a topic that does not need to be discussed—they appear, they guide, they leave at the appropriate time, and then new aether appears.

Anvar has guided this empire for nearly three hundred years, making him the longest-serving High Ether in the history of the Tau people.

The people sitting in the hall were the most brilliant minds and the most formidable warriors of the Tau Empire.

The Fire Clan's Supreme Commander, Osham, has led eleven successful planetary conquests in the past forty years and is so hot-tempered that his adjutant has to clear the field in advance; the Earth Clan's Chief Engineer is responsible for the entire empire's production capacity and is notoriously stubborn.

But when they sat in front of Anwa, they felt only peace in their hearts.

The tranquility was so natural that no one questioned where it came from.

In this hall, the will of the ether is the truth.