Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Raskian always believed that the ownership of this armor would ultimately be decided by him or the entire Mechanicus.

He never imagined that Caul would hand it directly to Guilliman.

Laskian doesn't like Kaul!!!

Kaul's very existence is a challenge to his authority as the supreme leader of the Mechanicus.

Guilliman was well aware of Raschian's ulterior motives, but he was too lazy to expose them.

In reality, Kaul had no interest whatsoever in Laskeyan's "leadership" position; he was only concerned with the technology itself.

Titus nodded to one of the combat units in the group.

The combat officer raised his hand, and a pale blue static tunnel silently unfolded before him.

Titus and Andros carried the boxes, and the twenty Skyforged warriors entered one by one.

After the last Ultra Warrior disappeared, the Static Tunnel quietly closed.

Laskian and the other three high lords felt a chill run down their spines.

They had certainly heard of the various legends surrounding Lawson.

Even though Guilliman had confirmed Lawson's status as "Seal Holder of the Empire" through a supreme decree, for these rulers who had long resided in Terra and were accustomed to solving problems through intrigue and political maneuvering, it was ultimately just a legend on paper.

Lawson has always remained in the shadows of the Empire and has never set foot in the Sanctuary.

He is like a giant beast lurking in the shadows; you know he exists, but you cannot measure his size or fangs.

Even now, when they see this method of teleportation that can disregard physical distance, they are still very shocked.

But what does his arrival mean for Terra?

Mars Forging General Raskian remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"Your Excellency the Regent."

“Agrippina, and dozens of forged worlds on the dark side of the Empire… their ownership still belongs to the servants of the Archon, according to the old agreement between Mars and Terra.”

He paused, seemingly observing Guilliman's reaction.

"Now that the Marksman is about to arrive in Terra, the restoration of the Golden Throne will require the full power of the Empire."

"Perhaps it's time to re-examine the question of the ownership of those lost worlds."

Guilliman glanced at him and surprisingly gave a very faint smile.

"of course can."

“When Lawson arrives, you can talk to him yourself.”

Laskian's mechanical tentacles tightened sharply beneath his robe.

Guilliman ignored him and turned to the others.

"Pass on my orders."

"Summon all members of the Terra Highlord Council, all heads of the Imperial Central Administration, Military Affairs, Interior Ministry, and Legal Ministry, the Supreme Commander of the Astronautical Army and the Imperial Navy, the Cardinals of the State Church, and representatives of all the ancient noble families entrenched in Terra."

His gaze swept across the distant Lionsgate Starport, which lay prostrate like a colossal beast in the eternal twilight of Terra.

"Everyone, proceed to Lionsgate Starport to welcome the Seal of the Empire."

This order shocked everyone present.

Lionsgate Starport, the most sacred gateway to Terra.

During the Great Crusade, the Emperor would only order the opening of that gate when the Primarchs led their legions in triumph.

For ten thousand years, apart from Guilliman's own return, no one else has ever enjoyed such a high honor.

Raskian instantly understood Guilliman's intention.

This is a state gift!!!

Guilliman did not allow Lawson to appear silently in the palace using the stasis field.

He wanted to let Lawson walk in through the main gate of Terra with dignity.

He wanted the entire empire, all the nobles, bureaucrats, and clergy, to see for themselves what this ruler who rose from the shadows of the empire was really like.

At Guilliman's command, the entire Terra sprang into action with unprecedented efficiency.

Countless encrypted communications were sent from the palace to every corner of the planet's city.

Inside the council chamber of the Highlords, the lords who were arguing endlessly about the tithe rate in a certain border sector fell silent the moment they received the order.

Inside the underground bunker of the Ministry of Military Affairs, a marshal who had just issued an order to transfer three million Starbound soldiers to a war zone that had already fallen was hurriedly tidying up his appearance.

In the highest temple of the state church, a cardinal who was about to preside over a prayer ceremony immediately dropped the scriptures in his hand and rushed to his car without regard for anything else.

In Terra's top-tier aristocratic district, the heads of those ancient families whose lineages had lasted for thousands of years emerged from their manors, their faces filled with confusion and unease.

Whom are we welcoming?

The one who holds the seal of the empire?

Countless questions swirled in the minds of these supreme rulers of the empire, but no one dared to question the regent's orders.

………………

The Vigilant Star governs the inner palace.

The Emperor's Armor stood silently.

Isa and Ilancia were carefully dressing Lawson in the legendary armor.

Lawson can now control his body shape at will.

When he stepped inside the armor, his body naturally grew and stretched, filling every corner.

The neural interface, made of living metal, seamlessly connected with the black carapace on his back, instantly completing permission recognition and binding.

As the last piece of shoulder armor snapped shut, a burst of pure imperial golden fire erupted from Lawson's body, surging along every energy pathway of the armor.

Golden flames flowed across the surface of the armor, eventually converging on the enormous double-headed eagle emblem on the chest.

A deep, resonant sound echoed in the hall.

The Emperor's Sword and the Emperor's Shield were already in Lawson's possession.

Now, when he puts on this imperial armor, which was tailor-made for the emperor himself, the three elements create a harmonious whole.

Lawson flexed his fingers, feeling the immense power within.

Isa and Ilancia stood before him, their eyes gleaming with an unusual light.

The two gently fixed the last few details on his armor.

"good."

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Lawson nodded in satisfaction.

"Guilliman really knows how to handle people; he delivered such a generous gift without making a sound."

In a corner of the main hall, Salashion Thousand Strings and Ash Velos were squatting there pitifully.

They wanted to get closer to see the beautiful set of golden toys, but they didn't dare.

The imperial golden aura emanating from that suit of armor instilled in them an instinctive sense of fear.

Lawson glanced at them and waved to them.

The two great demons' eyes lit up immediately, and they approached like two little dogs wagging their tails.

"Owner!"

What are your orders?

Looking at them, Lawson said, "The Comoros are getting more and more difficult to deal with."

“Go back to the Warp and talk to your idle companions. Ask them if they want to go to the Comoros for a good meal.”

Qianxian and Ash's eyes lit up instantly.

"Really, Master?"

"You...you allow us to bring our other companions in as well?"

Lawson nodded.

"However, I also have my rules. If you want to come in for a meal, you have to show sincerity and accept my rules."

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!"

This is absolutely fantastic news.

More importantly, they can return to the Palace of Pleasure in the Warp and show off properly.

Lawson waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

The two great demons excitedly opened a portal to the warp and couldn't wait to go back and call for reinforcements.

Lawson turned around and looked at the star map again.

Guilliman asked him to enter Terra through the Lions Gate.

Well, it's time to go to Terra.

He stepped out of the inner hall, his golden armor reflecting a sacred glow in the corridor's light.

"Fleet, assemble."

…………

Among the countless social classes in Terra who were preparing to welcome Lawson, there was a special group of people.

Their status prevents them from entering the core area of ​​Lionsgate Starport.

They could only gaze at the dense crowd from a distant observation tower, several kilometers away.

This is a group of energetic young people, the survivors of the Terra Coronaguards who returned from the Vigilant Planet.

Since returning to Terra, this group of young masters and ladies, who had once competed for attention in their respective circles, have formed an exceptionally united little clique.

The bond forged through shared life-and-death experiences is far stronger than any relationship based on self-interest.

That experience on the Vigilant Planet brought about tremendous changes in their thinking and senses.