Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The great demon, draped in a thin veil of human skin, trembled with excitement.

"Is there any greater pleasure than being whipped with golden fire by your master while hunting freely in the real universe?!"

Qianxian chuckled and threw out his true trump card:

"Moreover, the dining hall that our master designated for us is in Comoros."

The entire temple fell into a deathly silence.

In the past, they had no way to get there. Even if they stumbled in by sheer luck, Comoros's advanced technology and heavy firepower could blast a lone demon into dust.

But things are different now; they have official positions!

"Think about it."

A malicious glint flashed in Qianxian's eyes.

"Your soul is munching on bean sprouts on the busiest street in Comoros, waiting for the conspiracy's fleet to surround you in a fit of rage... 'snap,' and your master's static field pulls you back to reality. They can't hit you, and you let out a burp, then move to another district to continue eating!"

"take me!!!"

The demons were so fiercely competitive that they almost tore each other apart on the spot to grab a spot.

After careful selection, Qianxian eliminated several completely insane and uncontrollable individuals, ultimately choosing thirty-seven high-level guardians who were the strongest, most experienced, and "particularly eager to be tortured."

……

Lawson stared expressionlessly at the thirty-seven Slaanesh archdemons standing neatly in the audience below.

"Is this the kind of voluntary overtime workforce you're talking about?"

"Yes, Master!"

The six-armed demon's voice was seductive and alluring.

"We fully understand the risks of this job! Please use the most cruel golden fire collar to lock our throats! If there is any negligence in our work, please show no mercy and purify us severely!"

"..."

Er Gou silently turned his head to the side, feeling that his worldview was being shattered and rebuilt.

Lawson was too lazy to waste words with these lunatics.

Thirty-seven dazzling golden flames shot out like meteors, accurately biting into the necks of each great demon.

"Click!"

The absolute chains on the soul level closed instantly.

Life and death were hanging in the balance between Lawson's thoughts.

The demons stroked the scalding, charred flesh, letting out a nauseating sigh of ecstasy.

"Thank you for the feast, Master!"

……

Comoros.

Just as the Supreme Lord Victor picked up a glass of aged, painful essence, the alarm matrix in front of him went off like crazy, blaring in a series of alarms!

"Reporting to the Great Lord! Demonic invasion! Demonic-level subspace reactions have been detected simultaneously at thirty-seven strategic locations!"

"They're all Slaanesh!!"

In the slave trade square, a six-armed demon crushed the skull of the Conspiracy Council's governor and elegantly stuffed a handful of Eldar souls into its mouth, chewing them slowly.

On the other side, just as the conspiratorial group's heavy cruiser locked onto its target, the great demon chuckled and tore through the void, disappearing into thin air using the stasis anchor point.

The next second, she appeared directly in the flesh and blood workshop in the next block.

Victor finally broke down when he saw the group of great demons in the holographic projection, their necks ablaze with blinding golden flames, frantically eating and provoking him.

"Losen!!"

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Chapter 298 Tyrannosaurus Invades the Galactic Core

Lawson's decision to have Ash and Thousand Strings continue bringing Slaanesh to Comoros was not merely to cause trouble for Victor.

Even if Comoros descends into chaos, for the current empire, it's merely a convenient outlet for their anger.

What truly deserves Lawson's attention is the network path it occupies.

In the deepest strategic room of the Seal Master's Palace, a three-dimensional structure completely different from the real Milky Way floats in mid-air.

One after another, twisted and intertwined light bands connect with each other, and then suddenly break in some places, forming countless closed, overlapping, and even long-abandoned spaces.

This is a complete map of the Web, compiled by the Eldar from all the great oracle treasuries and presented to the Supreme Court of the Dark Side of the Empire.

Of course, it is still incomplete.

At the center of the holographic structure, dark golden light representing the world of Terra's Throne is rising and falling rhythmically.

To be precise, it is the ruins of the human network tunnels deep beneath the palace.

Isa stood barefoot on the ground, wearing a large, plain white silk robe.

On the Eldar's original maps, there was no major main road that allowed direct passage between the Terran human network entrance and the Comoros.

The Imperial projects during the Great Crusade failed to completely open up the entire network, and after the Comoros's great fall ten thousand years ago, they had already physically destroyed several ancient routes near Terra, sealing off the direct connection to the main dimension.

Lawson traced a pale golden trail in the void.

A section of ancient network remnants, abandoned for countless millennia, was magnified and suspended in front of the two.

That was a remote, dead-end road.

Before the Great Rift tore the Milky Way apart, it belonged to an ancient Eldar colony that had long since vanished.

In the cataclysm ten thousand years ago, one-third of this branch road collapsed, while the other end was largely swallowed up by the garbage disposal dimension and gravity rejection zone on the periphery of the Comoros due to the misalignment of the network terrain.

On the side closest to Terra, its extended end is a network blind spot filled with subspace reefs and logical deadlocks.

However, its proximity to the breach in the human network beneath the Golden Throne, in terms of physical distance after spatial folding, is alarmingly close.

"You want to join these two pieces together?"

Isa looked at Lawson in surprise and asked, "Since you took over Terra, those Black Stone reconstruction projects that you had the T-Series carry out on Mars and beneath the palace weren't simply to reinforce the underground seal?"

"Strengthening the seal is only a temporary solution, not a permanent one."

Lawson shook his head and walked to the hologram: "The sixty-year period has already passed ten years. If we follow the conventional repair plan, even if the Mechanicus, UR-025, and your Ark Spirit Race's bone craftsmen work together, it would take hundreds of years to completely weld that door shut under the onslaught of countless demons."

On the hologram, a closed rhombus structure was forcibly added to the outside of the dark red breach representing the underground of the Terran throne.

It was a giant decompression chamber constructed from high-purity anti-psychic black stone.

The decompression chamber's exit bypassed Terra's own dimension, like a rough drainage pipe, plunging straight into that long-abandoned dead zone of the network.

The other end of the pipe is directly connected to the sewage branch road on the outskirts of Comoros.

Isa stared at the newly formed golden dotted line, and even though she had lived with this man for ten years, she still felt it was absurd.

Lawson smiled: "In the perception of subspace beings, there is no other soul beacon more alluring than the Comoros in the entire galaxy."

"As long as I establish a one-way Blackstone pressure relief valve on the Terra side, gradually reducing the spatial resistance leading to Comoros, while having Ash, Thousand Strings, and the thirty-seven Keepers create enough soul tides inside Comoros as bait..."

"The demon army that was piled up at the gates of Terra will then gleefully rush into the districts of Comoros via the path of least resistance."

Even Isa had to admire Lawson's plan: "If Victor knew your whole plan, he would probably detonate all the dark matter bombs in Comoros and take you down with him."

"He doesn't have the guts."

Lawson scoffed, "If he were truly so resolute as to abandon everything, he wouldn't have built his current conspiracy system by betraying his own kind and clinging to life."

"Moreover, I didn't intend to give him a chance to resist."

Lawson pulled up the backend data: "The T-Sequence, in cooperation with your Ark Eldar's group of Bone Engineers, has quietly planted 360 physical space anchors in several inconspicuous abandoned dimensions on the outskirts of Comoros. All spatial refraction data has undergone quadruple distributed encryption."

"If any node in the network experiences an uncontrollable spatial distortion, the T sequence will directly sever the dimensional lead and blow the entire network into nothingness."

"At worst, we'll lose tens of thousands of kilometers of abandoned space. Anyway, it'll only be Comoros's own outer walls that get blown up, and it won't affect Terra in the slightest."

"Comoros must continue to play the role of a dam until the pressure beneath the throne is completely relieved."

Isa looked at the engineering drawing, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

The Emperor needs to leave his seat, Terra needs to lighten his load, and the demons need an outlet for their pent-up emotions, and Comoros happens to have both the space and the appetite.

"You are a tyrant."

Lawson casually turned off most of the details of the web hologram, leaving only two bright core spots: Terra and Comoros.

"Rather than having the Empire fill its ranks with thousands of elite troops every day, I prefer to let the Xenomorphs bear their due historical responsibility."

Lawson picked up the cold tea beside him and took a sip.

"However, speaking of matters within your Eldar race, I have seen the recent reports from the Ark. The intermarriage and resettlement law between the new humans and the Eldar race that I promoted ten years ago seems to have been implemented a little too smoothly in several pilot worlds."

When this topic was brought up, a hint of helplessness and grievance appeared between the goddess of life's brows.

Isa complained like a wronged little woman: "In the past ten years, every single one of those young Eldar girls in Obolus III and the Agrippina settlement area doesn't want to go back to the Ark anymore. They spend all their time following your tall and strong Foundation soldiers around the farms and workshops!"

As Isa grew angrier, she couldn't help but stick out her finger and poke Lawson's breastplate.

"The Spirit Race has always had a difficult time reproducing. Now, things are much better. Although the total population has increased significantly due to the absence of difficult births and genetic degeneration, more than 90% of the children born are new human cubs with black hair and black eyes, strong bones, and your original blood flowing through their veins!"

"If this continues for several hundred years, the younger generation of pure-blooded Ark Spirit Race will be extinct!"

"The young Eldar men on the Ark can't find any partners of their own kind on their home planet. Many of them even have to humble themselves and ask ordinary mortal women in your empire for marriage. The whole thing is utterly absurd!"

Lawson let her poke him lightly on the chest, and when he heard the last sentence, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"Looking for ordinary women in the Empire? They'd probably have to wait in a very long line."

Lawson put down his teacup, saying with a hint of teasing, "The female citizens of our empire are used to robust men who can fight with heavy bombs and repair machinery with their bare hands."

"Those skinny bean sprouts of your Spirit Race, as thin as reeds, would not even pass the impact resistance test if put into the Empire's marriage market, except for being a little good-looking."

"You...you're utterly unreasonable and domineering!" Isa exclaimed in exasperation. "Can't you be a little gentler with us Spirits?"

"If I don't have power over the entire galaxy, you'll still be soaking in poisonous water in Nurgle's Garden," Lawson said.

“Survival is never something that can be given with kindness and charity. The integration of Eldar genes into the new humans will at least guarantee that your souls will forever be free from the shadow of Slaanesh and that you can legally reproduce in this galaxy.”