Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Before the words were even finished, the void inside the entire hall began to collapse inward at a rate visible to the naked eye!

Slaanesh's divine body, which was originally between reality and illusion, emitted a microscopic cracking sound that made one's teeth ache!

The divine robes formed from desires around them began to weather into grayish-white, lifeless dust the moment they came into contact with the realm of physical laws!

Sensing this physical destructive power capable of annihilating the very core of a god's body, Slaanesh's flippant and licentious expression finally vanished.

"Stop! Stop right now! Don't go crazy!!"

Slaanesh hurriedly took a half step back, his ethereal demonic voice now tinged with exasperation, "Stop spouting your disgusting, rigid laws of physics! I'm not that red-skinned madman Khorne! I came here in my true form, not to fight you!"

The gravitational vortex in Lawson's palm paused slightly, but the oppressive force that locked the surrounding space did not dissipate.

He looked down at the other person coldly: "My patience is limited. I'll give you one last chance. Tell me, what exactly did you come here for?"

Slaanesh adjusted his divine robes, a hint of gloom creeping into his alluring eyes: "You make me uneasy."

He bit his lower lip, his voice lowering: "I'm scared."

A deathly silence fell over the hall for two seconds.

Er Gou was stunned, San Gou rubbed his ears, and even Qian Xian and Ai Shi, who were eavesdropping under the throne, were so shocked that their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Lawson couldn't help but chuckle.

The gravitational singularity in his palm began to spin again, and the surrounding space trembled dangerously: "If you continue to waste my time with such clumsy lies, I don't mind destroying your body right now."

"That's the truth!!"

Seeing that Lawson was about to make another move, Slaanesh finally became enraged. "No matter how much you cause trouble or kill in the real universe, even if you turn the entire Comoros upside down and burn it for firewood, even if you release all the demons that have been trapped under the Golden Throne for ten thousand years as cannon fodder, even if that skeletal yellow weasel sitting on the toilet in Terra one day truly stands up... as long as he is still causing trouble in the material universe, he can't hurt me at my core!"

Slaanesh pointed directly at Lawson's chest, his tone sharp: "What truly keeps me up at night is that essence you projected into the deepest part of the warp, that damned black gravitational abyss that defies all the rules of the ether!!"

Lawson's eyes narrowed slightly, and the gravitational waves within his body subtly subsided.

Slaanesh paced back and forth in front of the palace, somewhat exasperated: "I noticed it the moment your damned black hole first appeared in the depths of the warp! I originally thought it was just some insignificant talisman you concocted using the Emperor's psionic energy, but its growth rate is simply nauseating!"

"Khorne was only concerned with sitting on his brass throne watching the beheadings, Nurgle was only concerned with the rotten soup he was brewing in the garden, and even Tzeentch, that blue-skinned bird, was smugly enjoying his meaningless chess games! Only I... only I, who possess the most delicate senses, perceived the microscopic decay at the very bottom of the entire warp!"

"Your black hole is devouring all the warp matter around it every moment! Not just the remnants of chaos, not just the scattered aftershocks of souls, in recent months, it has even begun to actively draw in the emotional primordial material of the real world reflected into the warp along the etheric currents!"

Slaanesh stepped forward, his eyes filled with shock and rage: "Losen! What do you want, you monster? Are you planning to turn the entire warp into a dead vacuum?!"

Lawson stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly lost in thought.

He had indeed noticed that the black hole's volume increased dramatically as it merged with the divine essence.

It turns out that the reason why this Chaos God risked damage to his true form to cross over to this realm was actually here.

Lawson composed himself and shook his head slightly: "Lord of Pleasure, you are worrying too much. The warp is vast and boundless, its depth and span exceeding the limits of the material universe. In the real universe, trillions of beings reproduce, fight, and experience love, hate, despair, and pain every day. Such a vast sea of ​​emotions, even if I were to absorb it all at once, how could I possibly drain it dry?"

"Liar! You Terra Crocodile, a liar by nature!"

Slaanesh bluntly exposed Lawson's excuses, "You might fool those three arrogant fools, but you can't fool me! You might not be able to finish it now, but what about later?! What if your black hole expands to the size of a star, or even a galaxy?"

Slaanesh gritted his teeth, a hint of sorrow creeping into his voice: "With the Empire now under your control, it won't be long before most of the pure emotions generated in the real universe are forcibly intercepted at their source. The amount of residue flowing into the warp will decrease, while your black hole will grow larger and larger!"

"When that day comes, and the Sea of ​​Emotions in the Warp dries up and recedes, the power of us, the main gods who are born from emotions, will be weakened layer by layer, like loaches exposed to the scorching sun! How laughable... That stupid bird Tzeentch talks about being the master of all changes and infinite variables all day long, but he's blind to the fact that you are the greatest variable and catastrophe in the history of this galaxy since its birth!!"

Despite Slaanesh's almost hysterical accusations, Lawson's expression remained completely unchanged.

He simply stared silently at the chief god who had fallen into madness: "Since you see everything so clearly, what do you want by coming here alone today? Do you intend to contact Khorne, Tzeentch, and Nurgle to launch a great expedition against me?"

Slaanesh shook his head with a self-deprecating laugh: "Too late, Lawson. It was too late the moment you chewed up and swallowed the fragments of the Nightbringer."

“Right now, even if the four of us work together to set up a deadly trap in the subspace, we still can’t kill you.”

Slaanesh raised his beautiful eyes and stared intently at Lawson: "I'm not here to declare war today, I'm here to ask you for a guaranteed ticket to the ship."

Lawson raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

"Yes, I need a guarantee."

Slaanesh said, "If one day in the future, the warp is truly drained by you and becomes unsuitable for us conceptual entities to survive, Lawson, please allow me to live. In the map of the real universe, leave me a way to live."

Slaanesh pointed to Thousand Strings and Ash, who were trembling beneath the throne, and even bowed slightly: "When that time comes, I can lie at the feet of your throne, just like the two of them."

Lawson narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Slaanesh for a full half minute: "Okay, but what benefits can you bring me?"

Slaanesh said in a deep voice, "At the end of the War of Heaven, when the Fearless dismembered the Star Gods, several extremely secret primordial core fragments, whose coordinates were even lost by the Throthek Dynasty itself, fell into the dimensional rift at the boundary between the warp and reality over the long years!"

"I know the whereabouts of at least nine of the fragments! If you agree, I will personally mobilize all the power of the Demon Palace within the next ten years to dig those nine fragments out of the void rift and deliver them to your desk!"

He stepped forward and added, "Not only that, as long as you don't violate the bottom line of the Chaos, my Legion of Pleasure can cooperate with you in any tactical needs you have in the warp in the future!"

Lawson withdrew his imposing aura and nodded calmly: "Deal."

Upon hearing those two words, Slaanesh's body began to transform into a swirling, deep purple mist. But before it dissipated into the void, a voice drifted into Lawson's ears: "Since the deal is done... Lawson, I can actually reshape myself into an absolutely flawless, pure, and immaculate physical body at any time. How about it? Want to consider taking me as your secret lover?"

Lawson, expressionless, snapped, "Get out."

"Hehehehe... What a cold-blooded man!"

Accompanied by a burst of clear, bell-like, unrestrained laughter, the last voice transmission faded into the air: "You'll change your mind, Lawson... Your appetite is growing ever larger. How could a boring, rigid goddess like Isha possibly fill the endless abyss of your desires..."

The lingering sound faded away, eventually returning to silence.

The etheric fluctuations within the hall subsided, and all the pink mist vanished under the strangulation of the physical realm.

With messy hair and covered in dust, Qianxian and Ash crawled out from the crack in the throne.

The two great demons quickly explained to Lawson, "Master, we really didn't know that the Lord of Pleasure would personally mingle among the sisters!!"

Lawson casually ruffled Qianxian's hair: "Alright, if a supreme god really wanted to hide his will in an avatar, it would be strange if the two of you could discover it. This is not your fault."

Feeling reassured by Lawson, the two great demons were finally at ease.

Ash asked cautiously in a low voice, "Master... what the Lord of Pleasure just said... will you really devour the entire High Heavens bit by bit one day in the future?"

Lawson's gaze pierced through the heavy dome of the hall, as if crossing the flames of war in the Comoros and beyond countless dimensions, landing on the miniature black hole that was eternally rotating deep within the subspace.

"The highest heaven..."

"This ancient name does indeed sound more fitting than the three characters 'Bia Space'."

He withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "The grand plans for the future are left to the future to write. But you can rest assured about one thing: as long as you two continue to be this useful, even if that day ever comes, I will naturally reserve two positions for you."

Qianxian and Ash's eyes immediately shone like two ripe purple crystals!

In the twisted logic of the demon Slaanesh, this supreme grace of being promised future protection by the absolute supreme being is transformed into a ecstatic joy that rushes straight to the top of one's head!

"Master... Waaah, Master, you're so kind!"

Qianxian's beautiful face flushed red, and she seemed boneless as she twisted her waist and clung limply to Lawson's thigh, her eyes overflowing with tears and her red lips slightly parted.

Ash's cheeks were flushed, her breathing was rapid, her long legs were restlessly rubbing against each other under her long skirt, and her hands were silently reaching towards Lawson's shoulders.

The two great demons shamelessly vied with each other before the throne, using every trick in the book to express their fanatical loyalty to their master in the most primal way.

"Bang! Bang!"

With a swift movement, Lawson kicked out twice, knocking the two giant demons that were about to transform into koalas to the ground, where they rolled several meters away.

"Get back to the front lines and get to work."

"Go and keep a close eye on all the Dark Eldar conspiracy groups and flesh workshops in Comoros City. Make a list of all those who, after receiving the Highlord's order, dare to passively avoid battle and dawdle instead of jumping into the seventy-two meat grinder battlefields to their deaths."

"If you don't meet the targets, you'll all be spending the night in the event horizon of a black hole."

"I guarantee I will complete the mission, my master!"

Qianxian jumped up from the ground with great joy, patted the dust off her skirt, and even gave Lawson a flirtatious wink.

Ash quickly tidied her high bun, gracefully lifted her skirt and bowed: "Please rest assured, we will definitely make those disobedient little mice experience the most unforgettable skinning feast of their lives."

The two reborn demons, scurrying about, transformed into two eerie, purplish-red afterimages and raced towards the dark, blood-soaked city outside the palace.

Lawson composed himself, separating a wisp of his purest primordial divine thought, and sank it into the deep crevice between reality and ether.

After traversing countless layers of chaotic dimensional veils, his vision of consciousness arrived in the subspace.

And at the bottom of this almost frenzied ethereal current, a sphere emanating an aura of deathly stillness and the dominance of gravity floats.

That was the supreme essence of Lawson projected onto the subspace, a black hole projection.

The black singularity suspended in the void has expanded its event horizon to more than ten kilometers!

On a physical scale in the real universe, ten kilometers might just be the straight-line distance of a medium-sized hive city.

However, in the subspace, a dimension woven from concepts and idealistic laws, the gravitational influence and tearing effect of a dense black hole with a ten-kilometer event horizon are enough to be described as a natural disaster.

On the equatorial surface of the black hole, a super-giant accretion disk stretches for hundreds of kilometers.

Inside the accretion disk are thousands upon thousands of colorful etheric torrents formed by the convergence of brutal slaughter, desperate cries, extreme greed, and twisted pleasure.

At the core of the black hole, the golden flame has now expanded to a radius of several meters.

Intense golden flames burned fiercely in the deepest part of the black hole, outlining a domineering dark golden corona through the edge of the pitch-black event horizon.

The black hole is devouring, and the golden fire is purifying.

As Lawson gazed silently at the ever-rotating celestial body, the image of the Fiend's true form, enraged in the main hall, involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

At the current rate of expansion of this black hole, one day in the future, it will truly drain all the emotions and concepts of the entire subspace.

Will the subspace still exist by then?

Of course!

As the underlying reflection of all thoughts and souls in the material universe, this dimension itself will not perish.

However, the four chaotic gods and the army of demons, born from extreme obsession, distorted faith and millennia of filth, will become like fish without water and trees without roots, deprived of the soil to nourish them, and will eventually perish in this dried-up, desolate desert.

"It's just cleaning up the etheric sewers that have accumulated over millions of years."

Lawson smiled inwardly. However, just as his will was about to be withdrawn from the core of the black hole and return to the real universe, Lawson suddenly sensed a discordant emptiness.

"Ok?"

Losen subconsciously scanned the familiar etheric region to the side and in front of the black hole.

Years ago, Lawson replaced the Empire's navigation system with swarm beacons and foundational networks; the physical starlight structures and choirs of the past have long been discontinued.

But deep within the subspace, the entity known as the Cold Sun did not disappear.

Having relinquished its broadcasting duties of physical navigation, it no longer indiscriminately scatters blinding light throughout the galaxy, but instead condenses into the supreme divine form of the Emperor himself in the subspace.

In the past, due to the natural repulsion between their gravitational fields and psionic wavebands, the cold golden sun would always release a strong thrust, pushing the ever-growing black hole of Lawson away a distance.