Warhammer: Empire Reboot

He doesn't need the orcs to acknowledge him at all.

They don't need to stop believing in Brother Gao and Brother Mao.

Instead, continue fighting.

Continue with WAAAGH.

The war should be even more intense.

As long as the greenskins continue to reproduce, continue to fight each other, and continue to seek battles all over the galaxy, they will continue to produce WAAAGH energy and continue to create new life.

As for what happens after death...

Whether they die at the hands of humans, at the hands of space necromancers, are devoured by Tyrannosaurus, are hacked to death by other orcs, or fall to their deaths from a junkyard.

There is no difference anymore.

From today onwards, whenever an orc dies, life points will go to Lawson.

In the deepest part of the highest heavens.

The Four Gods clearly understood that this encirclement and suppression campaign had become meaningless.

Continuing the fight will not only fail to eliminate Lawson, but may even allow their respective divine kingdoms to become nourishment for Lawson.

The sea of ​​blood retreated, the green mist sank into the abyss, the crystal disappeared into the shadows, and the demon palace vanished into nothingness.

The emperor did not relinquish his fighting spirit despite the retreat of the four gods.

On the contrary, the divine form even took a step forward, its sword pointing directly at the direction where the sea of ​​blood had receded.

He had been suppressing his anger and fighting spirit for ten thousand years.

Now, having finally unleashed his full power in the depths of the subspace, and having just casually shattered half of Gao Ge's divine body, this killing intent, once ignited, will not be easily quelled.

“The Four Gods are in disarray. Lord, before their divine realms are fully closed, follow me straight to the Brass Fortress and the Crystal Labyrinth.”

Lawson quickly pulled him back: "Now is not the time for a full-scale battle."

The raging golden flames surrounding the emperor finally subsided little by little.

He glanced at the void abyss where the four gods had retreated, let out a low hum, and the Emperor's Dharma form transformed into a pure and dazzling golden stream of light, returning to Holy Terra.

Lawson then dispersed the Dharma form that had been formed in the High Heaven.

……

Holy Terra, Throne Temple.

An unprecedented clarity of thought resonated throughout the hall.

Lawson examined the desiccated corpse on the throne: "Now that you are fully conscious and the pressure on the throne has dropped below the safety line, there is something that should be put on the agenda."

"With the Empire's current genetic reconstruction technology, it is fully capable of customizing a body for you to resemble your prime."

"As long as you transfer your soul and consciousness into the new cloned divine body, you can stand up immediately."

The emperor let out a long sigh: "Back then, you and I made a sixty-year pact. I never imagined that less than thirty years later, I would have the day when I could step down from the throne again."

"If you agree, I will have the biological laboratory immediately begin cultivating the embryos, and the assembly of the divine body can be completed within three standard months."

"No need."

To Lawson's surprise, the will on the throne flatly rejected the proposal: "I don't want a clone!"

Lawson frowned: "Current biological cloning technology has solved the problems of soul rejection and telomere decay. The new body, in terms of both biological activity and psionic affinity, is absolutely of the highest standard in the galaxy, without any side effects."

"Then I don't want it either!"

Lawson pressed his temples with a hint of helplessness: "Your body had its internal organs torn apart by Horus's Chaos Claws, your sternum was completely shattered, your spine was burned to a crisp by the extradimensional energy, and your functions were drained for ten thousand years on the throne. The cell necrosis rate is over ninety-five percent. Repairing it is far more troublesome than creating ten clones of peak Primarchs."

The Emperor left no room for negotiation: "No matter how good the clone is, it's not my original body. I want this one."

Lawson shook his head secretly.

That old man is indeed stubborn.

Even in this state, they still cling to their original body and refuse to let go.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

This physical body had been with him for countless years.

An emperor wouldn't be like himself if he were willing to throw things away casually.

Lawson looked around the golden throne again.

The swarm computing power matrix is ​​brought up, and the micro-level repair simulation begins.

[Target: The Primal Physical Body of the Human Emperor (Damage Level 96.4%)]

[Repair Solution: Realistic Sovereignty - Microscopic Atom Reconstruction + Life Reconstruction - Divine Matter Reshaping]

Estimated travel time: three standard hours

[Basic Energy Consumption of Pure Subspace Origin: 1 Million Points]

[Additional materials: No external biological tissue required, pure energy conversion is sufficient]

For Lawson, whose energy reserves now hold over 20 billion units, this 100 million units of energy is merely a tiny fraction.

but……

Since the other party specifically requested that it be an original, genuine product, the price cannot be calculated based on cost.

Lawson's expression turned quite serious: "Since you insist on keeping your original body, there are ways to do so."

"But it is extremely difficult, and it also requires a massive amount of absolutely purified, immaculate subspace essence as fuel."

The emperor asked, "How much do you need?"

Lawson remained unfazed: "One hundred billion points."

The Emperor clearly lacked a concrete understanding of the precise figures Lawson was referring to, and asked in his mind, "Ten billion points? What exactly does that mean?"

Lawson raised his hand and drew a huge arc in the void: "It's about the same size as that one-third of Nurgle's Garden that you cut off in the warp."

While Lawson was talking about 10 billion, what he was really referring to was the Emperor's victory in cutting off one-third of the Divine Kingdom.

Upon hearing this comparison, the Emperor burst into laughter: "I thought I would have to pay some unbearable price!"

"What's so difficult about that? I'll just take another trip into the depths of the warp and carve out a few more hills."

Lawson forcibly suppressed the urge to smile: "Yes, we don't necessarily have to focus on looting Nurgle's Garden. The sea of ​​blood outside Khorne's Brass Keep, the long corridors around Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth, or the Elysium Grove outside Slaanesh's palace... these are all good options, and..."

The emperor was already impatient: "I know, I know..."

The last few words slowly faded away, and consciousness vanished.

It is clear that the emperor has gone to the highest heaven again.

The temple was restored to tranquility.

Lawson stood alone in the empty hall. After a moment, he couldn't help but let a pleased smile curl up at the corners of his mouth.

Actual physical reconstruction cost: 100 million points.

A unified, customized price is offered to external customers: equivalent to one-third of the Divine Kingdom.

This absolutely cannot be called deception.

After all, it was the Lord of Humanity who, instead of having a readily available, free, top-tier clone of a god, insisted on using this original antique that had endured ten thousand years of suffering.

Original and authentic product, micro-customized, and meticulously handcrafted.

Charging a reasonable repair service fee is perfectly justified!

The process of deducing the plan to restore the emperor's physical body just now triggered another thought in Lawson's mind.

Sixty million years ago, the fearful of death, guided by the Star God, entered the bio-transformation furnace, where their flesh and blood were completely incinerated, and their consciousness was forcibly infused into the cold, living metal shell.

For the vast majority of undead commoners, their minds are stripped away during the transformation process, turning them into mechanical puppets that can only execute commands.

However, the brain centers and soul imprints of dynastic nobles like Haskataev were preserved intact.

In the deepest part of the Holy Terra Handler’s Palace, in a top-level underground laboratory, are two special hibernation coffins brought back from the depths of Nova Magno.

"Perhaps we can try it on them."

A ripple spread through the void, and Lawson had already returned to the main hall of the Seal Bearer's Mansion.

……

The interior of the main hall was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers and plants.

As an ancient deity who governs the origin of life, Isha is extremely sensitive to fluctuations in the realm of rules.

Isa hurried forward: "My lord...you have crossed that boundary and truly become a god?"

In high spirits, Lawson pulled Isa’s slender waist into his arms, and with one arm, he spun her around the courtyard.

Isa gasped softly at the sudden movement, her long white dress tracing a gentle arc in the air. She then obediently placed her hands on Lawson's broad shoulders, a tender smile playing on her lips.

Lawson looked down at her face, which was so close to his own: "You guessed so accurately, you deserve a reward."

Before Isha could respond, Lawson scooped her up in his arms, strode through the corridor, and entered the master bedroom.

The heavy sandalwood door slammed shut with a soft, psionic locking sound.

Two hours later, the heavy gate slowly opened, and the clouds dispersed and the wind subsided.

Lawson strolled leisurely, his robes tucked in, his demeanor calm and composed; Isa followed slowly beside him, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow.

Isa silently hoped that this method could truly give birth to a divine child.

"Come with me to the lab; there's something that requires your life senses to observe."

……

Inside the laboratory.

The two crystal stasis coffins were displayed on the operating table.

Through the translucent crystal coffin lid, the bodies of two small, undead nobles were clearly visible.

Lawson turned to Isa: "Open your life detection field to the maximum and record the changes in their core logic array and soul fluctuations throughout the entire process."

After sensing for a moment, Isa asked softly, "My lord, if we forcibly reverse the structure of matter and reconstruct biological organs, what if the slightest mistake leads to their death?"