Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Every newborn is connected to a medical record after birth.

It does not connect with swarm consciousness, nor does it accept thought control.

The bee colony simply records the bees' physical condition, learning progress, and family needs to ensure that diseases and resource gaps can be detected in a timely manner.

Lawson brought Isa to Serafin-12.

The Governor's Office did not issue any notification.

Lawson changed into an ordinary black long coat, with a gray trench coat commonly seen in local population management departments over it.

Isa, on the other hand, withdrew all her divine aura.

Her long hair was simply tied back, and she was wearing an ordinary doctor's robe.

The two entered the fourth hive city through a small net tunnel.

The person in charge of receiving us was a cornerstone sequence district chief.

"The orphanage is ready."

"A total of 472 newborns underwent routine check-ups today."

“Take us there.”

The three traveled through the new urban area in a regular ground transport vehicle.

New residential buildings are being constructed on a large number of foundation stone sequences.

Local residents push strollers past on the street.

There are so many children that the most common sounds here are no longer the roar of factories and conscription announcements, but the cries of babies and the laughter of children.

The transport vehicle was parked outside the orphanage.

The walls are silver-white, the corridor is wide, and there is a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

After identity verification, the district head led the two into the newborn observation area.

Hundreds of baby pods are neatly arranged.

Some children are fast asleep.

Some stared wide-eyed, curiously observing the slowly moving light and shadow overhead.

There was also a girl who was less than three days old, who gripped the nurse's gloves so tightly that the nurse had to carefully pry her fingers open.

Isa walked to the baby pod and finally released a sliver of her sense of life.

Countless subtle yet vibrant life fluctuations appeared in my consciousness.

Every child's flame of life shines brighter than that of an average human infant.

After reading the first one, Isa walked toward the second one.

She examined it very thoroughly.

A local nurse pushed a medical terminal along.

She didn't know that the woman in front of her was the Goddess of Life of the Spirit Clan, and only regarded the two of them as medical auditors sent by their superiors.

"This group of children is doing very well."

The nurse opened the data.

"The average birth weight is 4.9 kilograms, and there are zero congenital diseases. Among the newborns in the last three months, only seven were admitted to assisted care due to premature birth, and all of them are now stable."

Lawson looked at the district chief beside him.

"What about the overall data?"

The district head immediately replied, "There are currently 9.43 million registered newborns."

"More than 99.99% of them meet the health standards."

"Immune system tests show that they have extremely high resistance to polio, urticaria, mine rot and common variant fungi."

"It is estimated that in another ten years or so, this planet will have its first naturally grown adult human workforce."

Lawson nodded in approval.

These results are largely consistent with bee colony projections.

But when you actually see it with your own eyes, the meaning is completely different.

The success of a life template cannot be judged solely by data from the laboratory.

Only when it can be stably conceived, grow healthily, and truly integrate into society can it be said that the new human has the qualification to replace the old human and become the main population of the empire in the future.

Isa stayed at the orphanage for nearly two hours.

As she left the last observation room, she glanced back at the baby pods.

They are all doing well.

“The life structure is stable, with no trace of forced splicing. Although the paternal template is dominant, it does not suppress the beneficial parts of the maternal lineage.”

Lawson laughed and said, "Your life technology has been a great help."

Isa shook her head: "You guys made the template, I just corrected some details."

She looked out the window.

In the courtyard downstairs, dozens of local women were playing with their children.

Older children of the new generation run very fast, but they will slow down to avoid bumping into their younger siblings.

Several cornerstone fathers stood nearby.

Someone was holding three children at the same time.

Some people are followed by a long line of children who look alike but are of different ages.

Even the goddess of life couldn't help but sigh upon seeing this scene.

"Each cornerstone sequence has more than thirty children on average...that's incredibly prolific."

Lawson put his arm around her waist and laughed, "Then wouldn't you like to have a bunch of kids for me too?"

Isa stiffened slightly, then turned her head and asked in surprise, "I...can I really do it?"

"of course can."

Lawson laughed heartily, "Anyway, I can afford to raise as many as they want!"

Chapter 289: Is there a problem with the Golden Throne?

Deep within the Eye of Fear, the Black Legion's newly built fortress remains unfinished.

Deep within the fortress, a black iron throne stands beneath a broken dome.

Abaddon sat there, listening to the laughter from the Eye of Fear.

News of the Black Legion's defeat has spread throughout the various demon realms.

"This is the Chaos War General!"

"I heard that he was so scared he almost peed his pants before he even saw that human named Lawson!"

"Commander! Commander! You escaped very quickly!"

At the other end of the crystal labyrinth, a demon lord of endless transformations stands amidst countless mirrors.

There is a different Abaddon in every mirror.

Some knelt before Blackrock Fortress, some had lost both arms, and some had their heads trampled by Lawson.

There was also Abaddon, clutching the Claw of Horus, crying out in the flames.

The followers of the Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations whispered around the mirror.

"Does such a person still have the right to call himself the successor of Horus?"

In the realm of filth, a great unclean being lay beside the cauldron of plague, throwing a rotting arm into the boiling broth.

“Abaddon brought us at least one piece of good news. He left Fograine, Kahn, and Peturabo all outside.”

The surrounding Nurgle beasts emitted slimy growls.

"The war commander escaped back on his own."

"That's really wise."

These taunts spread along the warp tides, reaching every region controlled by the Black Legion.

There were also those within the legion who were wavering.

Several vassal warlords refused to hand over their ships.

Some even privately claimed that Abaddon had lost the favor of the gods and that a new warlord should emerge from other legions.

After listening to all the reports, Abaddon, sitting on his throne, asked only one question.

"Have the fleet coordinates been confirmed for the warships that refused to hand over?"

The Black Legion lord standing below bowed his head: "It has been confirmed."

"Give the list to the fleet and wipe them out!"

After Abaddon finished speaking, he ignored the laughter.

This time he was no longer angry.

If he were to hastily send out troops because of the taunts of a few demons, it would only prove that those laughs had indeed stung him.

They're nothing but a bunch of insects and idiots!

Abaddon admitted defeat, but the failure was everyone's fault, not just his.

Kahn is dead, that's good.

Forgrim is dead, even better.

Even Peturabo is now trapped in Comoros.

Even if he stays there, what can he do?