Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Click".

The ball of flame, which was originally enough to melt steel, not only did not explode, but was stripped in mid-air into a solid molecular crystal at absolute zero, and then fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.

The extracted plasma energy was absorbed in the blink of an eye by every cell of Lawson that possessed the divine nature of the Star God, transforming into a warm and nourishing energy reserve.

The essence of the Star God, which feeds on stars, was inherited by this human body at this moment.

In the future, if he needs to recharge or rest, he can even physically enter the corona of a star and use solar flares and nuclear fusion fires as his own hot springs and energy replenishment stations.

Lawson withdrew his hand, his five fingers slowly clenching together.

[Extreme Dimensional Elevation of Mechanics: Relative Reset of Momentum and Inertia]

With the micro black hole within his body and the six fragments anchored, the final piece of the material puzzle leading to the realm of true gods was finally completed.

The divine essence roared within his body.

Although he has not yet reached the perfect end of the eighth jump, his current form has already made him a unique dual-ruler in the Warhammer universe.

Lawson looked at the debris scattered on the ground, weathered into microscopic dust by the interference of the laws, and his expression shifted slightly.

He casually spread out his right palm.

Free carbon atoms and microscopic minerals in the air, drawn together by a miniature gravitational field, converged above his palm like rivers flowing into the sea.

[Microscopic Atom Reconstruction: Lattice Dimensional Upgrading]

As Lawson clasped his five fingers together, the local gravity above his palm was raised to hundreds of thousands of times that of the Earth's core, and the microscopic carbon atoms were forcibly locked into the purest covalent bond matrix by the laws of mechanics.

Immediately afterwards, the Night Messenger infused it with his power to interfere with light waves and energy, weaving an optical refractive surface within the nanoscale lattice interlayer.

A clear and melodious crystal resonance sound rang out in the deathly silent sanctuary.

Gravity quietly dissipated, and a flawless gem the size of a goose egg floated silently in Lawson's palm.

Under the dim underground light, the entire crystal seemed to contain the rainbow light of the entire nebula inside, with crimson, fiery gold, emerald and aurora-like blue flowing and shining on thousands of microscopic facets.

The seven-colored light rippled like water, exuding a geometric beauty condensed from pure physical laws.

Lawson casually held this miracle, which even the wealth of several star sectors of a mortal empire could not sculpt, and turned to hand it to Isa beside him: "I took it to test the feel of it, and it's quite easy to make this little thing. It's a gift for you."

Isa stared at the dazzling rainbow of stars that hung silently before her eyes, and paused for a moment.

She gently accepted the seven-colored gem born from the power of destruction.

The moment the cool crystals touched her warm fingertips, the sacred glimmer of life and the rainbow's rays intertwined, making her holy face appear radiantly beautiful.

A bright and charming smile slowly bloomed on Isa's lips: "Using the most brutal law of death in the real universe, I will create a light that will never decay with my bare hands."

She deftly tucked the jewel into her sleeve: "I really like this gift from you, sir."

The atmosphere inside the sanctuary seemed to have eased somewhat.

However, in the very next moment...

Lawson's gaze fell directly on the top-tier containment unit behind him.

The Void Dragon Fragment's body stiffened abruptly, and within microseconds, a large number of chaotic logical error codes appeared in its eye sockets.

It witnessed the whole thing with its own eyes.

The person before them was truly treating the six primordial fragments of Azagorod as some kind of high-energy ration, tearing them apart, swallowing them, assimilating them right in front of them, and even casually using that death law to pinch a gem to tease the Eldar goddess beside them.

Now the monster's gaze has turned towards it.

"Click...sizzle..."

The Void Dragon instinctively took a half step back, staring intently at Lawson as he approached.

It clearly sensed the newly formed material divinity within Lawson's body.

Lawson examined the ancient fragment of the star god and sneered, "You seemed to be laughing even louder than the fragments of Azagorod before I devoured them!"

“Van...Losen”.

The Void Dragon quickly explained, "You devoured Azagorod because its authority represents pure death and the destruction of matter, making it suitable as raw material for you to break through the barriers of your physical body."

"But my existence is fundamentally different! I am Magradiros, the ultimate source of all technology, architecture, heavy industry, and energy leaps in the material universe! If you were to devour me, at best you would only gain a tiny bit more mechanical affinity in your body, which would be a barbaric squandering of the supreme rules!"

"I've already said that before."

Lawson crossed his arms, his eyes cold. "The Empire has four Wotan Ancestral Cores, UR-025, the T-Series Engineering Hub, and the entire Mechanicus. They've already built the [Imperial STC Compiler]. Whether you're there or not, it's pretty much the same."

Upon hearing Lawson mention UR-025 and the current Imperial fleet, the Void Dragon seemed to have grasped at some crucial lifeline, immediately unleashing an excited electronic roar: "UR-025? And that so-called Golden Age technology?"

“I saw your so-called new battleships deep underground on Mars! That fifteen-kilometer-long [Burning Star] derived from that lump of iron? It was utterly crude!”

It brandished its sharp mechanical claws, drawing several complex quantum mechanical topological formulas on the light screen: "Brutally stuffing a miniature artificial star into the keel, relying on thousands of bulky superconducting coils to withstand the gravitational tearing, and firing a single shot from the main cannon, the energy will actually leak out and be lost for more than 30,000 kilometers in the vacuum!!"

Lawson raised an eyebrow slightly.

Seeing that Lawson didn't act immediately, Void Dragon spoke even faster: "Fifteen kilometers is nothing to a flagship! That's a toy for short-lived creatures with narrow vision to comfort themselves!"

"As long as you grant me access to the Empire's industrial systems and allow me to take over the underlying physical topology of the [Imperial STC Compiler], I can perform a dimensional reconstruction of the basic hull of the Burning Star at the molecular lattice level!"

The Void Dragon sketched three high-dimensional physical models in the void: "First, the entire hull is covered with true strong interaction force living armor, the electrons outside the atomic nucleus are absolutely locked, the macroscopic hardness is increased by ten thousand times, and it is immune to kinetic energy tearing and heat conduction;"

"Second, abandon those ridiculous miniature stellar fusion reactors and instead use a hyperspace gravitational siphon core to extract zero-point energy from the high-dimensional vacuum, extending the main trunk length to 150 kilometers! With zero energy leakage and full-frequency inward containment, a single phase annihilation cannon shot can evaporate the entire star sector's defense fleet along with its material basis!"

At this point, the Void Dragon hesitated for a moment: "I know you have hundreds of battle moons in the Empire! But in my eyes, those things are as crude as a barbarian tying stones to a stick!"

"What if we hollowed out a natural rocky celestial body and filled it with tens of thousands of conventional fusion reactors and macro-cannon arrays? The gravitational drag would be severe, there would be a lack of inertial neutralization, and the mass distortion during jumps would be extremely large. It would only be able to bully the debris in subspace. If it were to leave the Milky Way in the future, it would be a clumsy and sluggish giant live target on the deep space battlefield!"

"And what I can build for you is a stellar-class supreme throne, the Celestial Arbiter, which is three thousand kilometers long!"

"It is by no means a crude fortress hollowed out from the moon! It is the ultimate artificial celestial body, entirely forged from dense, degenerate matter and pure black rock!"

"Its core is equipped with the Higgs field annihilation engine, which can erase its own inertia in the real universe even with a planetary mass of 3,000 kilometers, and achieve a sub-light speed right angle change in milliseconds."

"The ship's interior is nested with nine layers of Black Stone polar resonance matrices. As long as you sit on the throne, the anti-psychic energy field can cover an entire star sector, severing the connection between the warp storm and the Chaos Demon like unplugging a plug! It can also use miniature gravitational collapse rings to devour dead stars, asteroid belts, and enemy warship wreckage along its path as raw materials for hyperdimensional smelting, making it self-sufficient and never returning!"

The Void Dragon's voice boomed through the hall like thunder: "Even if you combine your hundreds of battle moons, before this three-thousand-kilometer-long divine throne, you are nothing but a pile of rubble that can be torn into scrap metal by the gravitational tides at any moment!"

"Give me the production capacity of my empire, and I'll give you a supreme fleet of the Heavenly War class capable of sweeping across the entire galaxy!!"

These bold words echoed in the hall, and even Isa, who was standing to the side, glanced at them slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Lawson's lips slowly curved into a smile: "You make it sound so impressive. UR-025 mobilized the computing power of four Ancestral Spirit Cores and they all believe that, given the current material physics limits and gravitational stress structure of the real universe, a 15-kilometer-wide Burning Star is already the optimal solution in terms of combat power and industrial maintenance costs. You can just talk about it and make it ten times, two hundred times?"

When Lawson compared Void Dragon to an Iron Man, Void Dragon seemed to feel greatly insulted and immediately retorted.

"025 is a secondhand creation made by mortals! What does it know about the limits of cosmic physics?"

"I am one of the creators of the physical laws of the real universe! The reason why the materials are not strong enough is because you do not know how to use the strong interaction force to lock the electrons outside the atomic nucleus. The reason why the gravitational collapse cannot be balanced is because you do not know how to install a four-dimensional gravitational deflection lens inside the ship! As long as I give you the formula, those engineering barriers that you see as insurmountable will be nothing more than a matter of replacing a few constants!"

Finally, the Void Dragon added, "Of course... this requires the cooperation of your empire's massive industrial production lines. The mining of millions of worlds, the deep well refining furnaces of the Wotan dwarves you subjugated, and the industrial motherships of Agrippina and Mars must all be scheduled strictly according to my parameters."

After the Void Dragon finished speaking, he awaited his final judgment.

It hadn't been this tense in a long time.

Lawson stared at it for a long time, his dark eyes regaining their usual deep calm: "It seems that keeping you around is indeed somewhat useful. I'll give you a chance then."

He pushed over a computing power access agreement specially approved by the Seal Master: "In three days, decompose the molecular formula of the strong interaction force armor of the 150-kilometer-class warship and the gravitational balance framework of the 3,000-kilometer-class planetary flagship into standard engineering modules and input them into the [Imperial STC Compiler]."

"The blueprints will be handed over to UR-025 and the T-series for full-dimensional stress testing. If the finished product is as good as you boast, I can allocate a portion of the virtual scheduling authority over the resource allocation of all heavy industrial sectors in the Dark Side of the Empire, allowing you to continue serving as your specially appointed chief engineer in this laboratory."

Lawson flashed a gleaming white smile: "But if I find out you've planted any backdoors in the blueprints, or that what you produce can't even withstand a faster-than-light jump..."

"I'm still missing the last ingredient."

"Did you understand, my dean?"

The Void Dragon Fragment's mechanical body sank slightly, stiffly lowering its metal head: "As you wish, Marker."

Lawson laughed heartily, turned around, took Isa's slender hand, and walked side by side toward the gate outside the sanctuary.

As he strolled along Terrana's newly renovated suspended corridors, the dark golden flames deep within Lawson's eyes gradually faded.

Although he forcibly opened the door to modifying the physical constants of the real universe by relying on the foundation of the six Night Messenger primordial fragments, he firmly established himself in the [quasi-eighth-order·material divinity construction state].

However, for the successful completion of the eighth genetic base leap, the gap of 10 billion points of pure subspace energy remains a formidable hurdle.

Lawson frowned slightly. This is troublesome.

Now, the empire's territory is impregnable thanks to the meticulous organization of the Hive Network, and no heretical cults or rebellions can even sprout from within.

On the outside, the entrance to the Eye of Terror was firmly welded shut by the Battlemoon and the Seventh Blackrock Fortress, like putting a steel toilet seat on the warp rift.

The Chaos Legion and the Demon Army huddled deep within the Aether Storm, afraid to show themselves.

We can't let him risk the unknown by venturing into the abyss of warp space to hunt everywhere.

Just as Lawson was pondering where to harvest this enormous amount of fuel...

A notification popped up on the swarm consciousness network.

The dredging project of the ancient network branch lines at the bottom of Terra has been fully completed.

[The physical and phase passage from the deepest part of the Himalayan royal palace, the original top-secret network interface, through the seventh-dimensional folded rift, directly to the outer hub of the dark city of Comoros, has been fully reinforced and noise-reduced.]

[Anti-psychic black rock anchors and stasis deflection gates are all ready]

[Currently offline and ready to connect upon receiving the highest command from the Seal Master!]

Looking at the golden vein on the light screen that clearly connected the Holy Terra to the depths of the Web, Lawson was first taken aback, then looked up and burst into a hearty laugh on the marble bridge.

"It's like someone just handed you a pillow when you're sleepy."

"It's time to let off some steam from the pent-up anger that's been building up on the Golden Throne for millennia!"

Chapter 304: Using the Comoros as the battlefield, reaping demons.

Since the fall of the Old Eldar Empire, Comoros has been the deepest abyss of sin in the galaxy.

However, for the past decade or so, the entire city of darkness has been shrouded in absurdity and panic.

Dozens of Slaanesh demons descended upon the various districts of Comoros.

They treated this dark city as a top-notch, all-day-only buffet for the soul.

Come whenever you want, leave whenever you want.

After one of the great demons finished eating, he carved a few lines of comments on the wall of the ruins with his blood:

[The Black Court: This Season's Special Governor]