Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Around the hall, more than ten high-ranking overlords and emperors of the Sotek Dynasty who had just been clamoring for war were simultaneously transformed by Lawson into frail, aged bodies.

They stroked their sagging cheeks, groaned in pain, and collapsed onto the floor one after another.

Imotek lay on the ground, staring intently at the soles of Lawson's boots.

Even at the very last moment of his life, the fierce glint in the eyes of this once-powerful ruler never faded.

But beneath that fierceness lay a deeper sense of despair and bewilderment.

why?

Why is it that a human being can so easily grasp the taboo that the entire undead civilization in space has been searching for for 60 million years but has never been able to overcome?

Three minutes later, the physical body of Stormlord Imotek stopped breathing, and his chest cavity fell silent.

The core leadership of the Sotek royal court was wiped out within minutes.

The Emperor and the two Primarchs behind him stood to one side, watching all of this with cold eyes.

Before the throne, the Silent King looked down at Imotek's corpse, then looked up at the expressionless Lordson.

The fact that hundreds of guards had just been crushed into metal balls did not shake him in the slightest.

Lawson demonstrated a Star God-level real sovereignty, but he only regarded it as a powerful enemy that required the entire race to fight to the death.

But the warm, lifeless corpse of the fearful dead before him was like a heavy hammer, shattering the mental defenses of this king built up over sixty million years.

"You can reverse biological transformation?"

"Can you reshape the organic cerebral cortex and retain higher-dimensional consciousness? What about low-level warriors? Can those lower-class civilians who had most of their personality memories burned during the transformation also be reconstructed? What about the soul? How should the soul be anchored?"

"After regaining flesh and blood, will this race still possess the reproductive capacity to reproduce?"

The problems came pouring out like a storm.

This king, who had exiled himself to the desolate wilderness of deep space for 60 million years, fell into a state of near-mad quest.

A holographic light screen was spread out in the center of the royal court.

"Take a moment, let's look at this first."

The image shows a maternity hospital.

Two mobile hospital beds are being pushed into the delivery observation area by medical staff.

Lying on the bed were two young and healthy-looking women who were afraid of death.

With its bone structure, distinctive facial features, and violet eyes, which differed from those of humans, Szarek could not possibly mistake it.

They were breathing, sweating, their chests rising and falling, the contractions making them frown and their hands gripping the bed rails tightly.

The outline of her protruding abdomen was clearly visible.

Szarek froze on the spot: "They're pregnant?"

"Natural conception, full-cycle pregnancy."

Lawson added, "Gene bank comparison confirmed that the fetus inherited the optimized core genetic chain of the fear-of-death individuals, eliminating the original radiation-induced cancer defects and incorporating some human immune-advantage genes."

"The goddess of life, Isa, has personally verified the divine vision, and both fetuses possess a complete natural life soul echo."

For Szarek, these words were like a supernova exploding in the depths of his soul.

Simply reshaping metal into flesh only proves that Lawson can reverse biological transformation.

The significance of allowing a race that has lost its ability to reproduce to be reborn from flesh and blood as healthy offspring with independent souls and the ability to reproduce generation after generation is completely different.

The knot that had plagued the entire Fearful Civilization for 60 million years has been untied.

Time flows silently.

In the holographic image, more than an hour later, the delivery room door slid open.

Two medical staff members dressed in protective suits walked out one after the other, each holding a newborn baby wrapped in swaddling clothes.

Wow! !

Wow! !

Two loud cries echoed through the holographic audio array within the [Song of Annihilation].

Then, under the watchful eyes of Guilliman and Leon, and behind them, amidst the gazes of all the surviving Necromancers and the Trinity Guard...

This last monarch, who had been in exile alone for 60 million years, bent his knees and knelt heavily on the deck.

Seconds later, the dozens of surviving Necromancers, Overlords, and Guards behind them, like collapsing dominoes, all knelt down and lowered their proud metal heads that had stood proudly for millions of years.

Throughout the entire royal court, only the two loud cries of infants echoed for a long time.

Szarek raised the crown that bore the weight of endless sin and torment, the eerie green flames deep within his eye sockets trembling:

"Your Excellency, the Master of the Seal..."

"I swear on the sins of my entire clan who have died... just let me see those two children with my own eyes..."

"Please."

Chapter 312 The Space Necromancer is Willing to Defend the Empire's Borders!

The spatial ripples spread out once again in the royal court.

Before the Silent King and the other emperors could recover, two imperial obstetric medical staff members each came out carrying a swaddled baby wrapped in a soft blanket.

In the microsecond before the portal opened, Lawson had already mobilized his real-world authority to lock the temperature and air pressure within a ten-meter radius to the baseline of the new life, while simultaneously isolating it from all harmful radiation.

The two babies were unaffected by the external environment; one continued to cry loudly, while the other, huddled in its swaddling clothes, waved its chubby little fists wildly in the air.

Szarek stood up, his eerie green electronic eyes fixed on the two crying swaddling clothes the entire time.

Several necromancers instinctively tried to step forward.

hum...

A high-ranking tomb engineer standing on the far side was the first to open the phase scanning light curtain.

A stream of pale green probe light swept over the two babies.

Molecular maps and neural topologies were projected layer by layer onto the holographic screen above the royal court.

The eerie green flames flickered in the eye sockets of an old French emperor:

"It really is... our bloodline that we lost for sixty million years..."

The high-level tomb engineer next to him restarted the underlying verification algorithm three times in a row, but the data remained unchanged.

The static light curtain reopened, and the two doctors, carrying the child, disappeared into the royal court.

This time, the Silent King stared intently as the light screen closed before turning to Lawson: "Fear of the Dead...can all my people be transformed back into this state?"

Lawson shook his head decisively: "Impossible, ordinary undead warriors at the bottom level cannot reverse it."

“There is no point in performing life reconstruction on such a blank mechanical unit. Even if you spend divine power to reconstruct the body and internal organs, what you will end up with is nothing more than a puppet that can breathe but has no brain cortex.”

Szarek nodded, "That's how it should be."

As the leader back then, he knew this better than anyone else.

The deep sleep and hardware aging have long since obliterated the few remaining fragments of consciousness of many low-ranking soldiers.

Lawson continued, "Those who can complete the reforging of life are limited to high-level individuals who have highly preserved their personality data, memory maps, and high-dimensional consciousness mappings during the Great Sleep and Transformation."

"Emperor of the Dharma, Overlord, Tomb Technician, High Wizard."

"Some of the Lich Guards, Death Marks, veteran Legion Commanders, and the technical class whose core logic has not undergone irreversible decay are well preserved."

"As long as the blueprint of consciousness remains, I can use my real sovereignty to reconstruct a flesh and nerve system that is compatible with the soul, allowing the personality to return to the body."

"As for those iron shells that have been empty for sixty million years..."

Lawson shrugged: "Things that are completely dead can't be brought back to life, not even by God."

The main control data center of the [Song of Annihilation] began to perform simulations.

The core archives of the Three Holy Council, the war preparation rosters of various dynasties, the tomb awakening logs, the genealogy of nobles, the archives of the Technicians' Guild...

Massive amounts of data are constantly being sifted through in microseconds.

Low-level Necromancer Warrior: Removed.

Those whose consciousness is insane and irreversible: Eliminate.

Those with fragmented personality maps: Removed.

Individuals experiencing physical deterioration of their central nervous system should be excluded.

Minutes later, a set of numbers froze on the holographic projection:

[Existing undead individuals in space that meet the basic requirements for life regeneration:]

[1,247,316,821.]

The number 1.2 billion, within the current human empire, is even less than the population of some industrial worlds.

But for this civilization that has lingered on in a vacuum for 60 million years, these 1.2 billion names are the spark that allows the entire race to reproduce anew.

After a long silence, Szarek asked, "What conditions does the Empire require in exchange for converting these 1.2 billion people?"

Upon hearing this, Guilliman's professional instincts kicked in, and within half a second, he had drawn up a list of technologies he wanted to acquire:

Live metal synthesis production line.

The underlying constants of a non-inertial propulsion engine.

Gaussian micromolecular stripping and recombination technology.

Blackstone Manufacturing Workshop and Polar Full-Band Tuning Protocol.

High-dimensional space folding and fully automated deep-buried defense network for tombs.

This even includes the coordinates of the primordial star god fragments sealed away by various dynasties...

In Guilliman's deduction, as long as the flesh and blood of 1.2 billion higher undead are used as a bargaining chip, the space undead can be forced to reveal their technological trump cards.

However, before he could even finalize the specific terms, Lawson had already spoken: "Just one thing, unconditional surrender!"

Guilliman stopped halfway through compiling the negotiation list in his mind.