Warhammer: Empire Reboot

[Divinity Quality Requirement: Chief God Level]

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The ninth leap is the final leap.

Thereafter, no higher life template exists.

Lawson stared at the last line for a while.

Then I closed the system interface.

The divine nature of reality and the divine nature of the subspace have been integrated.

Previously, if he wanted to extend his consciousness into the highest heavens, he needed to use the Emperor's Golden Fire, the projection of a black hole, or the divine nodes in the swarm to anchor himself.

It's no longer needed.

Lawson only had a fleeting thought.

The next moment, consciousness crossed the boundary between reality and the subspace and arrived in the highest heaven.

In reality, Lawson remained seated on his throne, his eyes still open, and poured himself a cup of tea.

At the same time, a dark golden figure had already condensed deep within the Supreme Heaven.

There is no distinction between the real-life Lawson and the real Lawson.

He was on both sides.

Destroying either one would be pointless.

As long as the other side still exists, he can project himself back.

This place is just a desolate subspace region, its distance from the real universe unknown.

A chaotic tide of psionic energy churned in the distance.

Countless emotional echoes from the real world collided with each other, only to be quickly swept away by larger subspace currents.

He just stood there.

The subspace within a radius of several thousand feet around it stabilized on its own.

Those psionic tides that could originally be twisted at will were forcibly pressed into a more stable structure.

His very presence is already influencing this place.

"So that's how it is."

Lawson reached out his hand, and a swirling mass of subspace energy in the distance suddenly stopped.

With a slight thought, he forcibly endowed the energy, which originally had no fixed properties, with mass.

Next comes the form.

Then, a gray-black rock appeared out of nowhere in the highest heavens.

Real rocks have mass, density, and a stable internal material structure.

If you were to throw it back into the real universe now, it would still be a rock.

Lawson's mind changed again, and the rock disappeared.

The material structure that makes it up is directly dismantled, reformed into the most basic energy, and dispersed back into the surrounding subspace tides.

This is the biggest difference after the eighth leap.

Many things no longer require the use of force.

Within his scope of authority, as long as the target cannot resist his actual sovereignty, he can directly decide in what state it should exist.

Just then, a consciousness carrying obvious malice swept past from a distance.

A demon that had been wandering for an unknown amount of time discovered the divine aura that had suddenly appeared here.

The enormous body burst forth from the psionic wave, its dozen or so limbs opening simultaneously, its mouth full of teeth letting out a sharp shriek.

Lawson glanced at it.

And so the demon was gone.

There wasn't even the slightest decent energy fluctuation.

The area where it existed distorted, and the enormous demonic body, along with its consciousness, origin, and the subspace structure that sustained its existence, collapsed.

[Demon entity annihilation detected]

[Subspace Energy +8888]

In the past, a demon of this caliber could at least cause him some trouble.

Now he doesn't even have the right to make a move.

Lawson waved to turn off the notification.

An ordinary demon is no longer sufficient to assess his current strength, and even a demonic Primarch is no longer suitable.

His gaze pierced through the surging tides of subspace, continuing to extend into the depths of the highest heavens.

Lawson's dual-realm godhood had just completed its leap and appeared in the subspace without any concealment.

This immense new divinity, like a dark golden sun never before seen, suddenly rose into this sea of ​​souls that had existed for countless ages.

It's impossible to avoid being discovered.

Lawson stood with his hands behind his back, not concealing his aura, but allowing the Divine Realm of Domination to unfold little by little behind his consciousness.

Lawson had already sensed it.

Something is watching him.

This gave Lawson a very strange feeling.

He had entered the highest heavens before, so he was ultimately an outsider.

But from the moment the eighth jump was completed, that feeling disappeared.

Wherever he is, that place can become his place.

The swarm of bees was his divine realm.

The foundational sequences, combat sequences, overlord nodes scattered throughout the real universe, along with all life forms connected to the swarm network, together constitute a network spanning reality and the subspace.

He suddenly understood why the Four Gods were so difficult to kill.

At this level, it is difficult to describe God as a single life.

Killing Khorne is not as simple as just cutting off his head.

Khorne's divine realm, demons, divinity, and sources of emotion are all part of its existence.

The same goes for filth.

The Emperor's ability to carve out a third of Nurgle's Garden is akin to ripping a large chunk of flesh from Nurgle himself.

In the past, Lawson would only have thought about how to cut another piece.

just now……

He looked up into the depths of the highest heavens.

What if the entire ocean were drained?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Lawson shook his head.

Although the current five biphasic singularities can directly extract subspace, they are still far behind the entire High Heaven, so there's no rush.

Lawson was preparing to leave.

The entire highest heaven suddenly fell silent.

He stopped in his tracks, and the previously churning warp tides in the distance were receding.

An endless expanse of crimson spread out from one direction, while the clanging of brass echoed from afar.

At the end of the sea of ​​blood, a bronze throne, whose entire form was impossible to discern, slowly emerged.

The enormous shadow on the throne did not rise.

Two eyes burning with rage were already fixed on Lawson.

Kharysia has arrived.

On the other side, the smell of decay reappeared.

What appeared was another, even larger, green shadow.

Trees, fungal carpets, and plague clouds lay layer upon layer, and the decaying earth stretched as far as the eye could see.

A massive silhouette sits deep within the garden.

This time it didn't laugh.

A third of the garden has just been cut down; it's hard for it to smile.

The morbid love that once filled Nurgle's eyes was gone, replaced by an intense, unyielding malice.

The third direction: space suddenly shattered.

Countless crystal structures grew out of the cracks; the road appeared just moments before it became a wall.

The sky falls, the ground rises, and the past and future unfold simultaneously like countless overlapping paintings.

Deep within the labyrinth, one eye after another opened.

Tzeentch also arrived.

The last color to appear was purple.

Soft laughter drifted from afar; palaces, silks, fragrances, and countless blurry figures danced behind the curtains.

The Lord of Pleasure stands at the highest point.

From four directions, the four divine domains pressed in simultaneously.

Lawson stood in the center and smiled slightly: "Such a grand display, is this supposed to be a welcoming ceremony?"

None of the four gods spoke to Lawson.