Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson was already used to the Emperor's "don't mess with me" attitude.

But at this very moment...

The cold sun has disappeared...

A sense of absurdity rose in Lawson's mind.

Did you move?

Or was our home base stolen by the four Chaos Gods working together?

Impossible. In this subspace, unless the Emperor himself is willing to move, even if the four gods were to throw their entire divine kingdoms over here, it would be impossible to uproot that golden sun formed from ten thousand years of pure faith.

"This old man... I just diverted the pressure from under the throne, and his subspace divine sense immediately abandoned its post?"

Lawson's eyes narrowed slightly as he withdrew his consciousness from the subspace.

……

The Holy Terra, at the heart of the Himalayas, is the highest throne sanctuary deep within the royal palace.

The static light curtain unfolded smoothly, and Lawson took a step out.

In the center of the main hall, atop that enormous, mountain-like golden mechanical structure.

The emperor remained seated quietly on his towering throne.

Lawson stopped ten paces away from the throne and asked, "Old man, where did that cold sun in your warp go?"

Lawson's voice echoed in the empty hall.

"After being neighbors in the subspace for so many years, to suddenly move out without a word, without even saying hello, isn't that incredibly impolite?"

On the golden throne, the withered figure remained unresponsive.

Apart from the golden nutrient solution slowly flowing through the life-sustaining tubes, the entire hall was deathly silent.

Lawson's expression fell slightly, and his tone became tinged with dissatisfaction and sarcasm: "What's wrong? I just helped you clear the space under the throne, lured the demons to help Comoros, and relieved a huge pressure on your kidneys and soul, and then you secretly withdrew your warp avatar and ran around everywhere?"

"You're quite the smooth operator at crossing the river and then discarding the bridge, killing the donkey after it's done its work!"

The throne remained cold and still, without even a ripple appearing in the psionic aura floating above it.

Just as Lawson shook his head, thinking the old man had simply overexerted his spirit and fallen into some kind of deep hibernation, and was about to turn and leave the hall to handle official business...

boom!!!

Without warning, a deafening divine thunderclap erupted from the void of the underground temple in the Himalayas!

Immediately afterwards, a mental message exploded directly in the core of Lawson's brain:

"Losen".

“I followed the etheric rift torn open by the decompression of the network and made a trip through the source of the plague in the warp.”

"I cleaved off about a third of Nurgle's garden, the divine realm that is currently manifesting."

The Emperor's will paused for half a second, then uttered a question: "Now, can your black hole swallow it all?"

At the bottom of the marble steps, Lawson froze, his expression extremely strange: "Huh? No... you just freed up your hands, how come you went to bully that big green fat guy again?!"

This is not the first time the Emperor has taken action against Nurgle Gardens.

When Guilliman was in dire straits in the Extreme Starfield, the Emperor possessed him and burned through Nurgle's decaying mansion with a single sword strike.

Now that the demonic pressure under the throne has been diverted away by Lawson, the old man has gone all out, his true form directly crossing over into Nurgle's lair and forcibly cutting off a third of his divine kingdom!

Faced with Lawson's questioning, the Emperor sneered from the depths of his mind: "That filthy plague mountain of flesh imprisoned that Eldar lover who brought you back to Terra for ten thousand years."

"Now that I have some free time, I'll just go and vent your anger for you."

Golden flames surged violently above the throne, and the Emperor's will, like a guillotine hanging over Nurgle's head, swiftly and decisively demanded, "Enough with the nonsense."

"Do you want that one-third of the pure subspace origin and divine remnants of the divine kingdom or not?"

The astonishment in Lawson's eyes was replaced by excitement: "Such a big piece of meat, only a fool wouldn't want it!!"

"want!!!"

Chapter 306 The Eighth Leap, Lawson Ascends to Godhood

After agreeing to the Emperor's request, Lawson's will descended upon the bottom of the Ether Current.

By mobilizing the computing power of the swarm network, the gravitational accretion channel of the black hole is adjusted to its maximum energy level.

The Emperor was indeed efficient; in the next instant, an etheric rift spanning thousands of light-years was forcibly torn open in the storm.

Immediately afterwards, a massive, sky-covering mass, carrying towering golden divine flames, roared in from the other end of the rift valley.

Those were fragments of Nurgle's kingdom that the Emperor had severed from the depths of warp.

Even after escaping the source of the plague, the remains of this divine kingdom, which occupy one-third of its size, are still immeasurably large.

As far as the eye can see, there are endless rotting swamps, giant ancient trees flowing with thick pus, and countless dilapidated manors built with rusty iron bars and moldy wood.

Outside this decaying land, a golden net of flames, formed from the will of the emperor, firmly covers the periphery.

The divine flames acted like a restrictive cage, not only severing the neural connection between the wreckage and the Nurgle itself, but also continuously burning the decaying concepts that were trying to wriggle and reassemble along the way.

In the eyes of the common people and mortals, Nurgle Garden is the most defiled wasteland in the galaxy.

But after stripping away the concrete concepts of appearance, these creations forged by the will of the Chaos God are essentially the etheric energy that has been precipitated from the endless despair and decay of life in the entire material universe over billions of years.

It is denser than the fragmented ether carried by ordinary demons.

"Om..."

The rotational speed of the black hole accretion disk has increased to a critical value.

The gravitational waves spread faster than the speed of light in the etheric currents, precisely capturing the decaying divine kingdom enveloped in golden divine flames.

The moment the two sides made contact, a conceptual tsunami swept across several subspace dimensions.

The decaying continent, resembling a star system, began to disintegrate the etheric structure that held its spatial form together the instant it came into contact with the edge of the event horizon of the black hole.

Countless corrupted substances are stretched into straight energy lines by tidal forces and poured into the core of the black hole along the gravitational vortex.

The process of devouring lasted for quite some time.

One-third of the Nurgle Kingdom is truly astonishing in size.

Even if Lawson maximizes the black hole's swallowing efficiency, a dazzling dark golden corona still shines around the accretion disk.

As the last manor, composed of skeletons and rotting mud, disappeared from the event horizon, the subspace rift gradually subsided.

The black hole slowly resumed its low-energy rotation.

The settlement interface of the swarm computing power center has been refreshed:

The fragments of the Nurgle Kingdom have been purified and devoured in all dimensions.

[Conceptual remnants and contaminants have been annihilated through the black hole singularity]

[Pure subspace primordial energy has been extracted]

[Strategic Energy Reserve Pool Updated: +300 Billion Points]

so much?

Lawson's eyes widened.

He had been planning for many years to gather the 10 billion points of energy needed for the eighth gene base leap.

It wasn't until the Web Path Demons accumulated over thousands of years in Holy Terra were diverted to Comoros that the reserve pool's value barely surpassed the five billion mark.

The Emperor casually sliced ​​off Nurgle's body, adding a full 30 billion to his reserves.

Lawson quickly reviewed the rationality of this number in his mind.

Theoretically speaking, the amount of primordial aether contained in one-third of the Nurgle kingdom is far more than 30 billion.

But the core of Nurgle's power is corruption and stagnation, and his divine realm is filled with a large amount of useless impurities.

After being annihilated by the black hole, most of the polluting etheric waste was reduced to nothingness, and the pure, usable energy that was ultimately extracted was these 30 billion.

Even with the reduction in size, the returns are still incredibly high.

Lawson smiled.

That's enough, how much is too much!

He had to admit that the emperor's handling of interpersonal relationships and the exchange of benefits had indeed exceeded his expectations; he had thought this guy was clueless about such things.

Having just helped the Emperor resolve the millennia-old problem of the high-pressure network overhead, the old man promptly presented Lawson with a great gift.

As for how Nurgle would go mad in the warp, Lawson didn't need to worry about it at all.

Now, the demonic pressure of the Golden Throne is being directed entirely towards Comoros, allowing the Emperor's soul to draw upon unprecedented divine power.

On the battlefield of the warp, the old man, who had been frustrated for ten thousand years, was fully capable of suppressing or even severely injuring any Chaos God who dared to provoke him.

Lawson looked at the faintly appearing thought and said, "Thanks."

There was complete silence; there was no reply.

Lawson was not surprised by this, and his main consciousness retreated back to the real universe.

……

Everything is ready; the leap can begin at any time.

The eighth leap is unlike any previous upgrade.

Lawson has no intention of staying in Terra to break through.

He stepped into the static force field.

The next second, they appeared in the Vigilant Star Dominion.

He accessed the underlying logs of the swarm's central nervous system, preparing to formally call upon the 30 billion units of reserve energy to initiate the eighth genetic base leap.

Just then, Lawson noticed another special message floating at the very end of the record.

[A high concentration of subdimensional divine energy has been detected collapsing.]

[Small fragments of Nurgle's core powers intercepted: decay, proliferation, flesh and blood evolution, life cycle]