Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"If you're dead, you're dead."

The goddess of life is too kind.

Lawson said matter-of-factly, "There are tens of thousands of undead tombs buried throughout the galaxy, and there are as many sleeping undead nobles as there are to be had. We don't need these two test subjects."

"I understand, sir."

Isa focused all her attention on the sensory network. “Life support and soul anchoring field are in place. You may begin.”

"Life is reshaped".

Real sovereignty was then invoked, and the microscopic constants at the physical level were forcibly rewritten.

The hard, dense living metal begins to soften.

The heavy metal elements that make up the alloy shell are directly broken down by Lawson under the reconstruction of strong interaction forces and rewoven into organic life molecules.

Pale red veins spread across the metal frame like a spider web.

It is completely different from the inorganic armored tanks that were previously converted.

That Leman Rustank was nothing but a pile of dead objects from beginning to end; after being reverse-forged, it could only be transformed into a soulless flesh and blood puppet.

The two undead girls in front of them were pure-blooded nobles from the civilization of the dead.

During the transformation of their bodies, their soul matrix, constructed by higher-dimensional consciousness, was completely sealed in the core microprocessor.

As the reshaping process progresses, when the living metal within the skull liquefies and reassembles into the actual cerebral cortex and myelin sheath, the soul consciousness that has been dormant for 60 million years naturally falls back into the flesh and nerve network, completing a deep biological integration.

Following the gene sequence, Lawson read the DNA chain at the very bottom of the Fearful Death race.

Deep within that ancient double helix structure lies a dense network of genetically necrotic genes caused by the extreme radiation from their home star. This is the root of the curse that has plagued the entire Fearful Race for generations with short lifespans and malignant tumors.

The reason why people who are afraid of death are called people who are afraid of death is closely related to this genetic disease.

"You two little girls are lucky."

He directly erased those fragmented radiation-damaged tissues, replacing them with optimized telomere protection mechanisms and highly active immune sequences.

Not only were they restored to their original physical form, but the genetic short-lived defect that had plagued this race for millions of years was also removed.

A few minutes later.

The silvery-white energy light gradually faded away.

Two slender figures slowly descended from mid-air and landed steadily on the soft cushions.

The cold, metallic casing disappeared.

Instead, there were two girls with delicate features and sickly pale skin that looked as if it had never seen the sun in a long time.

Their facial features were soft and delicate, their figures were petite, their chests were rising and falling steadily and powerfully, and they were breathing warm air through their mouths and noses.

Two truly living, flesh-and-blood beings of the Fear of Death have returned to the Milky Way after 60 million years.

"Vital signs are completely stable." Isa withdrew her divine power, her eyes filled with amazement. "Independent breathing has been established, brain nerve signals are active, and necrotic genes in the body have been repaired... My lady, you have achieved an unprecedented miracle."

"Wake them up."

Isa raised her hand and cast a soft, emerald-green halo, gently brushing it across the foreheads of the two girls.

"Well……"

A faint murmur arose.

The girl on the left, who was slightly taller, fluttered her eyelashes a few times and slowly opened her eyes.

Those were eyes as clear as amethyst.

When she saw the blinding white light overhead, felt the cool touch of the air on her skin, and heard the heavy pounding of her heart inside her chest, the girl's eyes were filled with confusion and terror.

"He...Kart?"

She uttered syllables from deep within her throat, cobbled together in an ancient, death-fearing dialect.

Immediately afterwards, another, slightly younger girl also woke up.

When she instinctively raised her hands, what she saw was no longer a cold, gleaming, living metal mechanical claw, but a tender, fleshy hand with nails and body heat. She was so frightened that she curled up into a ball, large tears welling up in her eyes, and she let out a sharp cry.

The 60 million-year time gap and the shock of suddenly transforming from machinery back into flesh and blood push two girls whose minds are not yet fully mature to the brink of mental breakdown.

Isa quickly stepped forward, releasing a warm, comforting aura to stabilize their wildly fluctuating emotions.

Lawson crossed his arms and watched the scene with indifference.

Although the two little girls who fear death have delicate and pretty features, their unique, distorted facial contours, overly slender bone proportions, and slightly strange skin color do not conform to human aesthetic standards.

More importantly, Lawson simply didn't have the time or inclination to act as a mentor to these two alien girls.

What he needs is the actual strategic value that these two special vehicles can bring.

Lawson raised his hand and opened the personnel dispatch archive inside the bee swarm.

"Retrieve the cornerstone sequence special program."

The screen rapidly displayed the files of millions of cornerstone clones with different unique genes and personality traits.

Lawson directly selected several special filter tags: [Four-Kidney Metabolism Enhancement Type], [Super High Emotional Intelligence and Psychological Induction Expertise], [Extreme Affinity with the Opposite Sex].

Two personnel files marked with special codes popped up:

[Keystone Sequence - Number: CP-520]

[Keystone Sequence - Number: cp-1314]

Two tall and slender young men immediately teleported over.

Both men had handsome faces, gentle eyes, and an aura of approachability that made it easy for people to let their guard down.

"Subordinates CP-520 and CP-1314 greet the boss!"

Lawson pointed to the two girls, still sobbing on the control panel, who were afraid of death: "See those two little girls?"

"They are the death-fearing nobles from 60 million years ago, and are now in a state of panic due to memory gaps and extreme insecurity."

"Your task is simple: use your expertise to intervene in their lives in the shortest possible time, gain their absolute trust and dependence, and make them fall in love with you wholeheartedly."

Lawson paused for a second, then added, "Based on this, try to establish a genuine reproductive relationship with them. If you can get them to conceive naturally and successfully give birth to offspring, you will be awarded a special strategic merit."

Numbers 520 and 1314 exchanged a glance: "Don't worry, boss! This is our area of ​​expertise. We guarantee to complete the task!"

As soon as the words were spoken, swarm intelligence had already entered the consciousness of the two people.

In less than a second, the common language, everyday terms of address, basic etiquette, family structure, and social common sense of the time of the fear of the dead were all downloaded.

Then came even more detailed content.

The book compiles common clothing preferences, food, festival customs, popular topics among girls, and information on which terms of address represent intimacy and which actions are considered offensive. It even includes the ways that girls who were afraid of death tens of millions of years ago coaxed others.

520 blinked and was already able to speak in the most standard ancient language of the fearful dead.

1314 then adjusted his posture and demeanor, and even the distance he should keep when facing young women who fear death had become an almost instinctive reaction.

Lawson nodded in satisfaction.

"Go."

The two took over the task of comforting Isha from her.

Number 520 naturally took off her warm woolen coat and gently draped it over the shoulders of the slightly larger girl, whispering comforting words in a gentle, death-fearing language.

Number 1314 skillfully brought over two cups of high-energy warm nutrient solution, prepared at the correct temperature, and carefully placed them to the mouth of the sobbing little girl.

The two girls, who were initially hostile and fearful of the outside world, timidly took the cups and sipped the warm liquid. With the two girls patiently comforting them in their native language, they finally showed their first faint smile since waking up.

Isa retreated to Lawson's side, and said softly with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, "My lord... the warriors under your command are surprisingly well-versed in a wide range of fields."

Lawson shook his head: "That's what you call specializing in something."

If these two girls, who were reforged into flesh and blood and are afraid of death, can actually conceive and give birth to healthy offspring in the real universe, it will be a landmark event for the Necromancers of space.

a few days later.

The inner palace of the mansion of the seal holder.

On the high-backed chair, Lawson leaned back lazily, with a goddess bowing her head before him, her crimson lips parted slightly to receive his warm kiss; golden threads cascaded down the sides of her robe, slowly drawing in the fragrance of orchids and musk to moisten the fine wine.

The dual-world coexistence allows Lawson to calmly detach his main consciousness even while enjoying the warmth and comfort of the human world, crossing the dimensional barrier and stepping into the depths of the interlayer where subspace and reality intersect.

My thoughts drifted far away, wandering in the vast ocean of ether.

As soon as one steps into the observation field of the highest heavens, a pure golden flame that blots out the sun comes into view.

Amidst the ethereal storms of the warp, the Emperor's divine form is returning from the deepest depths, traversing an endless bridge of golden fire.

Behind Him, a crimson sea of ​​blood, nearly obscuring the projections of several star sectors, was being forcibly dragged forward by tens of thousands of sacred fire chains as thick as mountains...

Looking out, the sea of ​​blood churned endlessly, with hundreds of millions of brass skulls rising and falling and colliding in the waves.

The sea of ​​blood was thrown into the black hole.

boom!!

The black hole vortex was operating at full power, and the sea of ​​blood shrank in the void at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After some time, the last crimson wave disappeared into the core of the black hole, and the dark golden corona at the edge of the event horizon gradually subsided.

[This refinement complete: 320 billion points of pure subspace energy]

High concentrations of Nervous divine remnants detected

[Analyzing the underlying authority of the divine kingdom]

[Key concepts captured: blood, anger, killing, war, confrontation, victory or defeat]

[Undergoing the process of removing chaotic contamination...]

[Redirection of War Authority]

[Gaining Divine Authority: The War Ends]

Lawson quickly skimmed through the instructions and found that there was an extra bonus.

The end of the war will not directly increase his power.

Once a formal state of hostility is established with the target, this authority will operate on its own, continuously analyzing the opponent's attack methods, power structure, combat habits, and even the rules governing the invocation of divinity and laws.

The more times the same attack is repeated in front of him, the lower the threat becomes.