Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The Void Dragon retorted coldly, "As for now? You need six different mouths to even utter a complete sentence."

"Roar!"

The six fragments of the Night Messenger became agitated, and gravitational storms collided within the hall.

Lawson rested his chin on his hand, watching with great interest this ancient battle that spanned 60 million years.

That's more like it.

If these material cosmic deities, who once treated the entire galaxy as a hunting ground and regarded all things as ants, were to come together and behave with gentleness, kindness, humility, and frugality, that would be true collapse.

The Void Dragon quickly withdrew from their mutual taunts and turned its gaze to Lawson, who was sitting directly in front of it: "Bug, you moved me from Mars to Terra just so I could witness Azagorod's comical, torn-to-the-bone state?"

“This is just a small bit of entertainment.” Lawson casually shifted his sitting posture.

The Void Dragon asked, "Then what is the main purpose?"

Lawson casually pointed to the six fragments of the Nightbringer: "Come and witness how I swallow all six of them."

The Void Dragon unleashed a maniacal laugh even more piercing than the six Nightbringers had just spoken: "Hahahaha!! Devour Azagorod? A mere creature whose nanoscale cellular reconstruction hasn't even fully escaped the organic realm, dares to attempt to stuff the death physics constant of the real universe into its own stomach? I look forward to seeing your flesh and blood turn to charcoal!!"

"Since you're so eager to see it, then open your mechanical eyes wide and take a good look."

Lawson slowly stood up, looking down at the Void Dragon. "Once I've finished digesting... I'll devour you next."

The green light in the Void Dragon's eyes contracted.

Without further ado, Lawson abruptly turned and walked toward the first octahedral restraint pillar: "Release the black stone restraints outside the first containment zone."

"Buzz!"

With the authorization confirmation of UR-025 on the terminal, the blocking force field in front of the first restraint post receded.

The Nightbringer fragments that were originally trapped inside let out an excited and brutal gravitational shriek, transforming into a black shadow of death that blotted out the sky, wielding the scythe of matter disintegration, and slashing straight down at Lawson's head!

It wants to cut this audacious mortal into pieces!

boom!!

Psychic power and the gravitational pull of a miniature black hole erupted violently from Lawson's body!

The force was as heavy as if a collapsing white dwarf star had been smashed into mid-air.

The Night Messenger fragments that had just broken free of the restraint pillars were forcibly fixed in place by gravity!

"Shrink back!"

The gravitational vortex in Lawson's palm suddenly opened up!

An irreversible force was applied to the physical body of the Star God Fragment, and the originally towering shadow of the Grim Reaper was forcibly compressed layer by layer!

Finally, it was kneaded by psionic and gravitational chains into a fist-sized, pitch-black energy sphere!

"Zi!"

The remaining will of the Night Messenger fragments surged into Lawson's consciousness along the neural circuits!

In the Star God's understanding, the physical body may have many defenses, but the fragile soul of a mortal is like a thin sheet of paper in the face of the will of the gods!

It will unleash a storm of death at the very core of this flesh and blood body's consciousness, tearing apart and devouring this arrogant creature that knows no death, and usurping its place!

However, when this fragment of the Star God crashed into Lawson's sea of ​​consciousness with a wild laugh, he was dumbfounded.

What unfolds before this fragment is a boundless sea of ​​consciousness constructed from trillions of foundational sequences and a swarm network!

Countless thought nodes, like stars, intertwine in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness to form a complex neural network, while a golden sun, transformed from imperial golden flames, hangs in the dome, illuminating the entire sea of ​​consciousness like an indestructible divine kingdom!

The fragmented consciousness of the Star God Fragment was as insignificant as a speck of dust falling into a raging nebula before this consciousness matrix spanning millions of worlds!

"How dare you claim to be a god on my turf?"

At the very top of the sea of ​​consciousness, Lawson's will, condensed from the dual-phase domineering godhead, descended with a thunderous roar. His domineering power transformed into endless golden shackles, closing in from all directions and pressing this troublesome star god's will to the very bottom of the abyss of consciousness, crushing and assimilating it inch by inch!

In the real lobby.

Lawson suddenly opened his eyes and looked down at his palm.

The skin remains firm and fair, and the muscle lines and bone structure show no signs of distortion or abnormality.

But at the microscopic atomic and quantum level, all the matter that makes up this body is undergoing a reconstruction that transcends the barriers between species!

The genetic foundation of the New Human Dominator type is like a greedy furnace, forcibly dismantling and digesting the material cosmic death divinity contained in the fragments of the Night Messenger, and imprinting it inch by inch into the core chain of every cell.

Flesh and blood are still flesh and blood.

But at this moment, the essence of life made its first leap toward the material god!

Lawson slowly clenched his five fingers.

"Crack!"

With this simple fist-clenching motion devoid of any spiritual energy fluctuations, the air molecules around his palm instinctively collapsed and annihilated slightly towards the gaps between his fingers the instant they came into contact with his body's gravity!

At this moment, the material laws of the real universe officially recognized that this physical body possessed the supreme qualification to directly interfere with and control it!

At the very bottom of the swarm's computing power, a vast amount of ancient memories about the Nightbringer have been deciphered.

The Star God's perspective on the truth of the material world, the ancient circuits that devour stars, and the death manipulation techniques that annihilated countless alien civilizations in the War of Heaven were all categorized and transformed into Lawson's own foundational reserves.

The hall was deathly silent.

The Void Dragon Fragment's maniacal laughter froze behind the mechanical mask.

The remaining five fragments of the Nightbringer within the restraint pillars descended into madness.

Five deep, abyss-like shadows collided in the narrow force field. The jet-black war scythes, accompanied by blinding arcs of material dissociation, slashed at the surrounding shields, attempting to tear a gap for escape before being served on the dinner table.

Lawson didn't even give them a chance to breathe: "Go in order, don't miss a single one."

He pressed down in mid-air.

The physical seals on the second, third, and fourth restraint pillars were forcibly released!

Three enraged and terrified shadows of death burst from the cage, their scythes weaving into a net of death. Before they could fully unleash their power, the gravitational pull of the miniature black hole surrounding Lawson and the will of the swarm of gods slammed down upon him like a Titan's hammer.

boom!!

The gravitational vortex within Lawson's body opened three dark singularity mouths in the void, compressing the three star god projections layer by layer into pitch-black energy cores, which he then pressed into his chest.

Then came the fifth and the sixth.

The five paths represent the divine origin of the end, decay, gravity, and disintegration of matter in the real universe, which rushes through Lawson's meridians and blood vessels in a short period of time.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the parallel computing power constructed from trillions of foundational stone sequences transformed into an endless storm of consciousness, pulverizing the remaining will to fight back from the five fragments inch by inch.

……

Lawson's eyes were tightly closed.

Isa and the Void Dragon could clearly see that the light and space within a few meters of Lawson were being smoothly distorted in a way that defied conventional physics.

The swarm's backend logs are being rolled back at a rate of tens of millions of entries per second:

[All six primordial fragments of the Night Messenger have been analyzed and assimilated]

[The Divine Puzzle of the Death and End of the Material Universe is now 100% complete.]

[Warning: The current system's subspace energy reserves have not reached the full threshold of tens of billions, and the eighth gene basement leap has failed to achieve a perfect qualitative change.]

[Current Life Stage Correction: [Near-Eighth Order - Material Divinity Constructed State]]

[Access to modify fundamental physical constants of the real universe has been granted; some interference protocols have been unlocked.]

Lawson slowly exhaled a breath of hot white steam.

The eighth genetic leap was indeed not completed.

The shortage of subspace energy in the billions of units means that the two sides of his divine core have not yet merged into a self-sufficient cosmic-level ultimate singularity.

However, the six Nightbringer fragments brought with them an unprecedented set of "physical administrator privileges" belonging to the real universe.

The transformation this body underwent went far beyond simply strengthening muscle fibers and increasing bone hardness.

Lawson looked at a high-grade alloy test stand weighing tens of tons.

He didn't even use any kinetic energy; he simply focused his gaze on the target platform.

Decay of Matter Structure: Stripping of Microscopic Molecular Bonds

"sand……"

The thickened adamantite armor, strong enough to withstand the bombardment of a macro cannon, seemed to have its internal strong interactions and atomic bonds forcibly ripped apart by some absolute law the moment his gaze locked onto it.

In just three seconds, the solid metal target, weighing tens of tons, crumbled and collapsed into a pile of fine, dust-like gray-white metal particles, like a dried sand sculpture weathered over hundreds of millions of years.

This is the core principle of the Night Messenger.

Not only can Lawson use kinetic energy to destroy armor, he can now directly deliver a physical death sentence to his target.

Regardless of whether the enemy's outer shell is made of living metal, terrenicine, or a composite of refined gold, if he so desires, the opponent will face the natural disintegration at the molecular bond level.

The look in Lawson's eyes grew increasingly profound.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upwards in a loose fist.

[Rewriting the Local Gravitational Constant and Distortion of Spatial Curvature]

The surrounding light suddenly bent above his palm, forming a clearly visible gravitational lens halo.

After merging with the divinity of the Star God, the miniature black hole within Lawson's body broke free from its original brutal gravitational grasping mode.

With a casual gesture, the gravitational constant and spacetime curvature within a ten-meter radius around his body were rewritten.

In this state, any light spears, laser beams, or plasma clusters aimed at him will slide to the sides along the curved space after entering this curvature force field, and will no longer even have the physical qualification to touch his body.

Even the slight adjustment of gravity beneath his feet caused a subtle stagnation in the flow of spacetime at the microscopic level.

A second outside the environment can be stretched or compressed within this gravitational field.

Lawson once again tried to invoke his thermodynamic senses.

[Macroscopic Energy Extraction - Thermodynamic Zeroing]

The heavy-duty fusion lighting at the top of the hall flickered suddenly, and a stream of high-energy plasma heat gushed out from the backup pipes, heading straight for the ground.

Lawson extended his index finger, casually facing the ball of plasma fire at tens of thousands of degrees.

A microsecond before the fireball touched his fingertips, all its thermal energy was greedily swallowed up by an invisible vacuum.