Warhammer: Empire Reboot

At the same moment that the threat of the undead was eliminated throughout the entire territory of Alteramar.

Eighteen guards stepped out of the stagnant passage.

The leader, Er Gou, hadn't even had time to wipe his power armor clean; his adamantite breastplate was covered with charred dents and metal fragments from the Gauss weapon.

His left hand carried a heavy warhammer salvaged from the Necropolis, while his right hand steadily supported a top-grade explosion-proof alloy box.

Three Dogs and Mastiff-04, along with other guards, followed closely behind. Although everyone was wounded, each tall warrior's face was filled with an almost fanatical, fierce smile.

"boom!"

Er Gou slammed the alloy box heavily onto the ground, causing the alloy floor to crack with several spiderweb-like fissures.

He grinned widely and reported, "Boss! I haven't failed you!!"

"All of Anmental's hidden assets in his lair have been wiped out by the brothers! All the Iron Skulls in the fortress have been dismantled into scrap metal, and we've brought back all five sealing devices!"

Lawson looked at the five sealing devices.

Each one is different in appearance. Some are polyhedral restraints that are standard for the Necromancer Dynasty, while others are mobile sealing boxes that have obviously been modified by Anmentar himself. One of them was even stuffed into a specially made black stone container.

Klossen could sense that all five seals contained a divine reality reaction originating from the same source as the Nightbringer fragment in the armory.

He could no longer suppress his smile.

Anmental spent countless years causing trouble in the galaxy, only to end up working for him.

I got six Star God Fragments in one go, what a steal!!!

Chapter 303 The Metamorphosis of Lawson's Power

Holy Terra, Zero-level Special Soul-Suppressing Sanctuary.

Six octahedral black stone restraint columns stand in regular hexagonal shapes.

As UR-025 pressed the final decryption sequence on the main control panel, the physical safety locks on the outer layer of the restraint column emitted a series of cold, audible valve sounds.

The static force field, which had been deposited for 60 million years, slowly receded.

The six polyhedral fragments sealed inside the black stone crystal erupted with a suffocating tide of dark matter.

"Buzz!"

The six twisted forms, formed from pure stillness and shadow, slowly emerged from the energy base of the restraint pillar.

That was flesh and blood or machinery that ordinary people could not comprehend.

They presented a deep, black void, like a tattered robe, with only two pale, cold lights beneath the hood, enough to freeze stars.

The slender metal limbs stretched out in the void, surrounded by miniature vortexes.

In the right hand of each shadow figure, a massive, curved battle scythe manifested from the laws of the end of the real universe was held.

These are the original fragments of Azagorod, the Nightbringer.

In the very first instant of awakening, the six fragments sensed each other's presence almost simultaneously.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

The physical constants of the entire sanctuary have become disordered.

The first fragment from the depths of Nova Magno turned its head, and two pale spots of light locked onto its counterpart opposite it.

Driven by the Star God's flawed yet tyrannical instincts, the deepest level of hunger took over.

Devour the fragments around you, piece together your broken self, and recreate the supreme authority that reaped the rewards of all realms during the War of Heaven!

The gravitational lines in the void tightened, and the six battle scythes simultaneously emitted arcs of matter dissociation powerful enough to shred spatial dimensions, bursting out with a piercing, transdimensional gravitational howl.

However, just before they began to tear each other apart, the light in the eyes of the six fragments froze simultaneously.

Their keen senses, originating from the beginning of the universe, captured the almost abnormally thick black stone suppression net all around them in a fraction of a second.

The ancient runes on the surface of the restraint pillars flashed continuously, reflecting the gravitational waves that were trying to tear space back into their bodies.

The outer gravity anchor piles, with physical constants tens of thousands of times greater, forcefully hold back any potential expansion of the entire space.

The frenzy of hunting quickly transformed into the rage of imprisonment.

The pale light in the eyes of the six fragments of the Night Messenger converged.

In a fleeting, immeasurable moment of consciousness, the primal urge to devour their own kind was forcibly suppressed.

Six deep shadows rose into the air, their deathly frequencies beginning to emanate in eerie harmonic parallels.

They are tuning to each other's gravitational collapse bands.

Since the size of a single fragment is insufficient to tear apart this man-made cage, the singularity resonance generated by the superposition of six primordial fragments is enough to compress the crust of the entire Himalayas into a dense miniature black hole, and then break through the shackles by collapsing the real universe!

A storm of material decomposition was brewing between the restraint pillars, and the surrounding living metal ground began to turn white and sand at a visible speed.

Just as the six shadows of the Grim Reaper were about to complete their gravitational convergence.

"Click".

The alloy valve on the sanctuary gate made a soft click.

With his hands behind his back, Lawson stepped into this absolute dead zone shrouded in the rules of death.

The gravitational field of the miniature black hole inside the body quietly opened up, like an invisible giant mountain, and smashed apart the surging gravitational resonance in the hall!

The whistling sound stopped abruptly.

Six pairs of cold eyes, representing the laws that end the real universe, focused unanimously on the tiny figure below.

A piercing metallic scraping sound echoed within the sanctuary.

The fragment on the left was the first to emit a mocking sound that reverberated through the void: [The putrid remnants of organic life? Fragile carbon-based clay, maintaining a meager metabolic cycle with only a weak bioelectric current… Those rebellious iron golems of the Fearful Dead actually entrusted our remains to this short-lived, maggot-like species?]

The shadows of the black robe surrounding the other fragment surged: [I have torn apart the corona of stars, and crushed countless ancient civilizations that claimed to be eternal into stardust... Mortal, you stand before the true face of death, and the faint life force within you is not even enough to fill a single crack in my heart.]

The third fragment of the scythe was pointed at Lawson's throat: "Kneel in the dust, loosen this pitiful restraint, and perhaps when we devour this clod of earth, we can grant your insignificant consciousness a painless end."

In the eyes of these material gods who once regarded the entire galaxy as their hunting ground, no matter what status this human being held, was essentially nothing more than a fragile organic mass composed of protein and water.

Before the Star God who governs the laws of physics, flesh and blood life is naturally at the bottom of the food chain, and even as food, it seems rather inadequate.

Faced with the overwhelming pressure of death that would have caused an ordinary Astartes chapter commander to have a mental breakdown on the spot, Lawson seemed to feel no pressure whatsoever.

He casually pulled over a metal chair and sat down, saying jokingly, "Have you finished talking? You were chopped into dozens of pieces like a watermelon by the Death-Fearers using a hyperdimensional weapon, stuffed into a black stone jar and buried for tens of millions of years. I finally managed to dig you out of the scrap heap. You haven't improved in any other skills, but you've certainly got a good tongue."

The shadows of the six fragments rolled simultaneously.

For these self-important gods, being betrayed and dismembered by their former servants is an ultimate shame that can never be erased.

The central fragment emitted a low, gravitational roar: "Arrogant planktonic creatures! Do you think you can forever lock down the master of the material universe with these crude fragments of black stone? Give us even the slightest opening, and your body, your soul, and all the creations you protect will vanish into nothingness!"

Lawson's eyes were as deep as a bottomless abyss: "I didn't intend to keep you locked up forever. The purpose of piecing together your six puzzle pieces and awakening your divine consciousness is actually very simple."

“My new godhood is still missing a sufficiently substantial foundation in the real universe. These six fragments of the Nightbringers are just the right fit.”

A deathly silence fell over the hall for three seconds.

"Hahahahaha!"

A burst of wild laughter erupted from inside the underground sanctuary!

One of the fragments laughed so hard that even its war scythe trembled: [The Devouring Star God? A mortal whose body flows with fragile blood, clinging to life only by the beating of an organic heart… actually dares to attempt to contain the final laws of the real universe with his own flesh and blood?]

The pale light in the eyes of the other fragment flickered incessantly, its form contorting into a bizarre arc in mid-air: "Do you know what our essence is? We are the deathly stillness born from the tearing apart of a star, the absolute inevitability of all matter's decay! Even a mere speck of dust peeled from our divine bodies, with its entropy increase and gravitational pressure, is enough to tear every single one of your cells into atomic fragments!"

[Arrogant worm of flesh! You are not even qualified to touch our divine bodies! If you dare to step even half a step into this layer of black stone restraint, the Star God's power of death will follow your senses and melt your laughable flesh and blood shell into a puddle of stinking pus!]

Come! Break these chains! Let us see how you, this self-important ant, plan to devour the ultimate nightmare of the entire starry sky!!

The maniacal laughter and the shrill screams of gravity tearing through the hall echoed in layers, even causing the energy gauges of the entire Terra underground base to exceed their limits.

And right in the eye of the storm.

Looking at the six menacing fragments of material gods, Lawson was not angry at all; instead, a smile gradually spread across his face.

"Hehe... Hahahaha..."

"At such an important historical moment, it's too lonely to have only a few madmen locked in jars like you."

The stagnant light rippled out like water, and Isa's figure gracefully stepped out of the void, standing quietly beside Lawson.

Then, Lawson looked in the direction of Mars.

The deepest part of the Ohm Messiah Sanctuary.

Hundreds of T-series engineering martyrs and dozens of deep space probes are conducting routine energy level calibration on a giant polyhedral black rock confinement device.

Suddenly, the entire restraint platform, weighing tens of thousands of tons, was enveloped by a layer of intense, silvery-white static light curtain.

The experimental platform, along with the core sealing chamber inside, vanished into thin air amidst the distortion of the void.

……

"Boom!!"

The constraint platform appears to the left of Lawson.

Inside the sealed chamber, the Void Dragon fragment, which had been dormant and being mapped for a long time, suddenly raised its head.

The Void Dragon keenly sensed six abhorrent fluctuations of material divinity.

It suddenly turned around, and the six Night Messenger restraint pods that had been laughing and roaring in mid-air fell into a brief silence.

The next moment, a deep voice rang out: "Magladeross".

Within the eye socket of the Void Dragon Fragment, a stream of green data cascaded down like a waterfall: "Azagorod."

Tens of millions of years ago, the Heavenly War that tore apart the entire Milky Way has long since turned to dust in the long river of time. But for these star gods who have been fighting each other for star food since the beginning of the universe, there has never been any commendable kinship among them.

Six deep shadows tumbled in mid-air, and waves of dissociation emanated from the war scythe, eager to devour the divinity of its kind.

Sensing this undisguised devouring desire, the Void Dragon Fragment gave a mocking smile: "Six stinking pieces of rubble, torn to shreds even more gruesome than I imagined."

The fragment of the Nightbringer within the fifth restraint pillar suddenly pressed against the edge of the force field, its pale light flickering beneath the hood: "At least I haven't become an experimental instrument for a primitive organic race, like livestock to be slaughtered, having my technology extracted inch by inch from my divine body by this group of short-lived beings!"

The Void Dragon glanced down at the engineering interfaces and data sensors marked on its torso by the T-series: "A bunch of trash who can't even piece together a single body, what right do they have to bark at me?"

The war scythe within the first restraint pillar slammed into the black stone wall, exploding into a sky full of arcs of electricity: "Break this seal! I will be the first to chew up your core along with your arrogance!"

"You couldn't do this even in your prime."