Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The emperor beside him, however, seemed much more relaxed.

Just as Guilliman was about to press for more information, footsteps came from the side door of the hall.

An elderly woman with silver-gray hair walked in from outside the door.

Guilliman froze.

Tarasha Eudon stood in the doorway, looking at the tall man before her who was more mature and more tired than she remembered.

"Silly boy."

Guilliman's eyes immediately reddened.

He never imagined he would see this person again.

"Mother……"

Guilliman finally uttered that cry.

Then he took two steps over.

The Imperial Regent, who could remain rational in the face of the Primarch, the Tyranid Swarm, and even the collapse of the entire Empire, forgot to control his strength at this moment and pulled Yodon into his arms.

Yoton was lifted off the ground by his arms.

"Be gentle!"

She raised her hand and patted Guilliman on the shoulder.

"Don't you know how strong you are right now?"

Guilliman snapped out of his daze, quickly released his arms, and carefully placed the old man back on the ground, looking as flustered as a boy who had done something wrong.

Yoton rubbed his ribs, which were aching from the tightness, then raised his hands and cupped Guilliman's face in his hands.

A mortal's hand gently brushed across the corner of his eye.

"Grown up..."

“My Robert has really grown up.”

Guilliman's nose tingled, and tears finally streamed down his cheeks.

He had lost count of how many years it had been since anyone had spoken to him like that.

Yoton quickly noticed the data board on the ground.

Were you just working?

Guilliman: "..."

Lawson couldn't help but laugh.

He suddenly understood why Evelyn couldn't control Guilliman.

There may only ever be one person in the world whom Robert Guilliman dared not utter a single word in rebuttal.

Just then, heavy footsteps came from the other side of the hall.

A tall, blond man emerged from the shadows, dressed in a simple black military uniform prepared by the Seal Bearer's Office.

His missing left hand has grown back, and his physical injuries have been healed.

The emperor would never mistake that face, which was as hard as a stone sculpture.

Guilliman was also stunned.

"Dorn?"

Roger Dorn did not look at his brother.

From the moment he stepped into the hall, his gaze remained fixed on the emperor.

For others, ten thousand years is an unimaginable length of time.

But for Dorn, whose memories are frozen in time, many of his memories remain in that era.

On the shattered Soul of Vengeance, he personally carried the critically wounded and dying Emperor back to Terra.

The Golden Throne.

What followed was war after war.

Until he was overwhelmed by the demons during the boarding battle of the Chaos Battleship, he swung his final sword in desperation.

When I woke up again, it was ten thousand years later.

Dorne walked up to the Emperor and knelt on one knee.

"Father."

The emperor helped him up and looked closely at his face.

"It's good to be back, Roger."

"You've done more than enough."

Welcome home.

The granite giant, regarded as the bulwark of the empire, trembled slightly on its broad back.

Then, he raised his arms and hugged his father tightly.

This hug is a million years overdue.

Guilliman stood a few steps away, gently holding Yotton's hand, his eyes reddening, but a smile playing on his lips.

……

With seven days remaining until the deadline given by Lawson, the war within the Necromancers of Space finally came to an end.

Szarek reorganized the various dynasties.

Dynasties that were willing to accept reality successively swore allegiance, while the remaining few hegemons that still wanted to maintain their independence also bowed their heads under the pressure of the Silent King's allied fleet.

The final result was not surprising.

After losing a large number of trump cards from the museum, Tarasim alone could not withstand the entire dynastic alliance.

In the final battle, his Stand Protocol failed repeatedly, his main body was severely damaged, and he was sealed into a static crystal coffin by Szarek himself.

The person and coffin were then sent to the residence of the Seal Holder.

Thus, the months-long Necromancer War officially came to an end.

Szarek, representing the newly unified Necromancer kingdoms of space, signed the agreement of submission.

The Infinite Empire, an ancient political entity that lasted for 60 million years, also became history on this day.

The Necromancers of Space were incorporated into the Empire system.

For Szarek, the important things are just beginning.

The 1.2 billion qualified higher undead were divided into hundreds of batches based on their personality integrity, consciousness stability, and physical compatibility.

Of course, it's impossible for Lawson to turn all 1.2 billion people back to normal in a single day.

But now there's no need to rush.

The first batch was 10,000, then 100,000, and then 1 million.

The new fear-of-death individuals possess a healthy, organic life structure.

They can reproduce, and they also age.

They can also gain a lifespan far longer than their ancestors through Imperial Life Technology.

Imperial law was subsequently supplemented with a new provision.

Legal marriages between the Fearless and humans, Ark Eldar, Wotan, and Tau are not restricted by race.

Provided both parties are willing, genetic compatibility and reproductive issues will be resolved by the Imperial Medical System.

As for Szarek himself, the treatment was naturally different.

The Silent King, core members of the Three Holy Councils, and several of the most strategically valuable Emperors and Overlords had their physical bodies reconstructed by Lawson, reaching the Primitive level.

When Szarek first clenched his own flesh and blood hands again, he examined them carefully for a long time.

"It's much stronger than my original body."

Lawson laughed, "Nonsense, how can a regular template and a premium membership be the same?"

Szarek didn't understand what "premium member" meant.

But he was indeed much more satisfied.

More than 1.2 billion people can be transformed back, but the vast grassroots population of the space necromancers consists of necromancer warriors who have long since lost their personality, soul, and consciousness.

They cannot be saved, yet their numbers are enormous.

Thus, a new imperial military plan was formally established.

Operation Codename: The Silent Great Wall

On the outer edge of the Milky Way, in those desolate star systems where imperial troops had rarely stayed for long periods in the past, large-scale construction of permanent defenses began.

The main body of this defensive line consists of hundreds of millions of low-level undead warriors.

They do not need food, water, or sleep.

A Gauss rifle.

A maintenance node.

One power interface is enough.

They face outwards from the Milky Way.

Behind them lies a new civilization of the Dead, now possessing flesh and blood and offspring.

……

Meanwhile, somewhere in the subspace, a major event is taking place.

When Abaddon died, the Black Legion completely lost its core that could suppress all forces.

The remaining Chaos Warriors did not last long before they began to split.