Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Every effective advantage he gained in battle would accumulate, causing the entire war to continuously tilt in his favor.

In other words, the longer the battle drags on, the harder it is for him to lose.

[When the war reaches a critical point, a derivative authority can be activated: End of War]

[Final Battle: Lock onto the weakest point in the target's current life, energy, divinity, and law structure, concentrate the main attack on this point, and deliver the final blow]

This is exactly what comes from the kingdom of Khorne.

Khorne makes war never end.

But for him, it became a different rule.

Every war should have a result.

Lawson asked with satisfaction, "Given Khorne's personality, he didn't chase after you with an axe?"

The emperor's golden sword slowly concealed its sharpness, a hint of mockery in his mind: "After chasing for 30,000 miles, I cleaved three of his brass battle flags in two and sliced ​​off half of his fortress battlements with a single stroke. He obediently retreated to his throne."

Having said that, the Emperor's divine thought transformed into a stream of light that pierced through the veil of reality and returned to the sacred Terra.

……

Inside the Seal Master's palace, Lawson's divine sense returned to his physical body.

Isa, standing before the bed, seemed to sense that her master's consciousness had fully returned. She closed her eyes slightly, then, panting slightly, she raised her beautiful, weary face and looked at Lawson with a touch of shyness.

Lawson gently stroked her soft hair, calmly straightened his robe, and stood up: "Rest here. I'm going to the palace to get that old man back in shape."

Deep within the palace, Lawson's figure solidified once more.

"Now that the materials have been retrieved..."

"Let's begin then."

The Lord of Mankind was clearly more eager than Lawson had anticipated.

hum!

[Full-dimensional scanning of the target life structure is underway...]

[Original gene sequence locked]

[Psionic Circuits and Locking onto Higher-Dimensional Neural Networks]

[Two-way anchoring between reality/divinity and the subspace]

[Assessment: 96.4% physical damage, extensive tissue carbonization and crystalline necrosis, with pathological symbiosis with mechanical structures]

[Real-world sovereignty access...]

[Life Reversal Access...]

[Estimated actual energy consumption: 100 million energy points]

[Begin the microscopic reconstruction of the divine body]

The moment the command was given, a warm and thick dark golden halo burst forth from the depths of Lawson's palm.

The body that had sat on the golden throne for ten thousand years finally began to change.

The charred, broken, and even mechanically bonded bones were gradually reshaped.

The long-necrotic blood vessels turned bright red again.

The heart begins to remodel.

Lung recovery.

Muscles grow along the layers of bones.

The shriveled skin regained its color.

Some of the tubes inserted into the Emperor's body that had sustained him for tens of thousands of years were actively pushed out by the new organization, while others were directly separated from his flesh by Lawson.

Real sovereignty repositions every cell, every gene, and every nerve to its ideal position.

Lawson didn't even completely replicate the Emperor's former body.

He further optimized the already robust structure.

The nerves' load-bearing capacity is enhanced, and the bones' strength is increased.

The physical body is readjusted to adapt to psionic energy.

Most importantly, for the first time, the Emperor's newborn physical body and his now immense warp divinity have achieved a truly stable match.

Three standard times.

The last wisp of dark golden light dissipated.

The desiccated corpse was no longer visible on the golden throne.

The person sitting there is a real person.

Tall and strong, with long black hair falling to his shoulders, his skin regained its vitality.

Then he stood up.

The last few tubes still connected to his body tightened instantly.

The emperor simply ripped it off.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Several thick pipes fell beneath the golden throne, and the alarm immediately went off.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Laughter echoed throughout the hall.

Lawson rubbed his ears, which were throbbing from the vibration, and pressed them down with his hand: "Alright, alright, that's enough. The soundproofing in the hall is good, but if you laugh a couple more times, the Imperial Guard Commander outside will bring his fully armed guards in."

The emperor ignored him completely, took a few more steps, and stretched his shoulders and rotated his wrists.

He even clenched his fist.

Looking at him, Lawson suddenly felt that he looked a bit like an old man who had been lying in a hospital bed for decades and couldn't wait to go out for a run as soon as his cast was removed.

"how do you feel?"

The emperor raised his hand, and a golden flame flashed and disappeared in his palm: "Not bad, better than before."

Lawson casually replied, "Of course, it cost me 30 billion."

"Now there are two options."

"First, immediately summon the Imperial Guard, nuns, officials, generals, and everyone in Terra whose name you can recall, and then announce to the entire Empire that the Emperor has returned."

The emperor raised his head.

"And the second one?"

"Don't tell anyone yet. I'll take you out for a walk and let you see what the empire has become."

The emperor spoke almost without hesitation: "I choose the second one."

Lawson smiled; he knew it. Someone had sat on the golden throne for ten thousand years.

Now that we've finally managed to get back on our feet, who wants to start a meeting as the first thing they do?

The smile on Lawson's face suddenly turned somewhat malicious.

"Let's go give Guilliman a surprise first."

The emperor looked at him.

Lawson had already reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Walk."

A static force field unfolded beneath their feet. The two vanished.

Ten seconds have passed.

The Imperial Guards outside the hall finally realized something was wrong.

Trajan Valloris was the first to rush in.

He had just stepped into the hall when he froze on the spot.

His gaze fell upon the golden throne.

empty.

Trajan watched it again.

It's still empty.

What about the emperor?

Trajan's gaze fell on the pipes on the ground, then he looked up at the empty golden throne.

A chill ran from my back all the way to the top of my head.

The dignified commander of the Imperial Guards nearly collapsed to his knees.

The Emperor is lost!!!

The imperial guards who rushed in from behind also froze at the same time.

Trajan whirled around, nearly hysterically raising his battle axe and roaring, "Supreme emergency declaration!! Seal off the inner palace! Seal off the entire royal palace! Seal off the entire solar system!!"

"Bring out all the Custodians, nuns, and interstellar intervention forces! Even if it means turning Terra upside down, we must..."

Before he could finish speaking...

A familiar voice suddenly rang out from the depths of his mind: "Alright, Trajan, the palace wasn't invaded, and the old man is fine. I'll take him out for a couple of walks to get some fresh air, and I'll bring him back in a few days."

The hall fell silent once again.

Trajan's face changed several colors in just two seconds.

"Master of the Seal!!"

Trajan stamped his feet in desperation at the empty throne room, his voice almost cracking with grief and indignation as he cried out, "Take me with you!! Protecting the Emperor's safety is the highest duty of the Imperial Guard!!"

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