Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Some retreated into the depths of the warp, while a considerable number of war blacksmiths, remnants of the Black Legion, and demon engine troops eventually gathered under Vashtor's command.

For these people, who they follow is not that important.

The important question is, who can provide them with weapons, warships, and the opportunity to continue the war?

Vashtor has all of these things.

The Eye of Fear was blocked by humans using Blackrock Fortress and the Battle Moon.

Vashtor, however, never gave up on his plan to become a god.

He has invested too much in the search for that key.

If we give up now, everything from the past will become a joke.

Although the main exit of the Eye of Fear has been sealed off by the Empire, there has never been an absolute separation between the warp and reality.

The Milky Way is too big.

Even if the Empire established the Blackstone Stable Network, it would be impossible to plug every small crack that only lasts for a few minutes.

Vashtor then used these gaps to continuously send out small numbers of Chaos Warriors, Mechanical Demons, and followers.

In the first few years, the harvest was meager.

Sometimes an entire expedition would disappear, and eventually even the coordinates could not be transmitted back.

Sometimes, the cost of thousands of Chaos Warriors is paid for finding only an unrelated ancient artifact.

Vashtor was not in a hurry.

Waiting a few hundred more years is nothing to a subspace being that is close to being a god.

But recently, everything suddenly changed.

The first expedition brought back a fragment of a key.

Seven months later, the second one appeared.

One after another, coordinates that had remained unsolved for thousands of years suddenly began to yield clues.

The key, which seemed so far away, is rapidly becoming complete.

until that day.

The last expeditionary force broke through a closing warp rift and returned.

The leading blacksmith in the war even lost half of his body.

But he was clutching a black metal container tightly in his arms.

There was only one thing inside: the key core.

Everything went too smoothly.

It went so smoothly.

Things that he couldn't find even after searching for hundreds of years have recently been unearthed from all corners of the galaxy by some force, falling into his hands one after another.

Even the most crucial core of the entire godhood plan was delivered right to their doorstep.

Vashtor is not a fool.

He started the examination immediately.

Are there any traces left by Tzeentch?

Are there any technological signals from the human empire?

Was this a trap deliberately set by some chaotic god?

Nothing at all.

Vashtor stood before the Soul Forging Furnace, looking at the key that was nearly complete, and for the first time hesitated.

Could someone be deliberately helping me?

The thought had barely formed when it was suppressed by an even stronger desire.

The opportunity is right in front of us.

Should we throw it away just because things are going too smoothly?

Vashtor couldn't do it.

So, the last fragment was installed.

Key complete.

Subsequently, a set of coordinates that had been hidden for countless years appeared in Vashtor's consciousness for the first time.

The coordinates point to a region hidden by reality, subspace, and ancient dimensional structures.

The legacy left by the ancient sages.

The key unlocks the lock.

Those ancient structures that even subspace forces could not forcibly break through were dismantled layer by layer in front of the key.

When the last barrier disappeared, Vashtor finally saw what was hidden deep within.

In that instant, even his demonic body trembled slightly.

An ancient force, whose origins are untraceable, is awakening.

Those forces resonated with his essence.

Countless previously scattered subspace concepts began to converge on him.

Vashtor looked down at his hands.

For the first time, an almost divine radiance appeared on the surface of the demonic engine-like body.

His subspace nature is expanding.

The rudiments of a divine realm began to take shape.

Even the machines in the real universe are responding to his will.

Vashtor finally smiled.

A plan spanning thousands of years.

The time for harvest has finally arrived.

Vashtor opened his arms, letting the ancient power flow into his body.

At that moment, he even forgot his earlier unease.

Why are the keys suddenly so easy to find?

And why did no one stop him from beginning to end?

These issues are no longer important.

At least, that's what Vashtor thinks now.

Chapter 313, the finale.

"I finally did it!"

Vashtor could sense that an authority of his own was taking shape in the warp.

Machinery, creation, innovation, industry.

And all the technological attempts made to push the limits are converging on him.

He finally deserved his place in the highest heavens.

Vashtor raised his head and burst into laughter: "From today onwards, the warp will have a fifth..."

A dark golden spatial ripple suddenly appeared in the temple.

Vashtor's voice abruptly stopped.

Two people emerged from the spatial ripples.

Lawson first looked around, then glanced at the ancient artifact behind Vastor.

"Looks like we didn't arrive early enough."

The emperor also glanced at Vashtor.

"Just finished."

Vashtor's smile gradually faded.

When Lawson said "You're not early enough," he already understood.

The mechanical structure on Vashtor's body suddenly tightened.

The next moment, tens of thousands of metal tentacles burst forth from the ground.

Vashtor has only recently been upgraded to a special administrative region.

The divine status has been achieved.

The divine realm, however, has not yet truly taken root.

They haven't even established their own demon army.

If he had been given a hundred years, or even just ten, to allow the authority of machinery, industry, and innovation to spread along the galaxy's countless factories and foundries, this war today would have been much more complicated.

But right now, he has just been born, and blocking the entrance to the delivery room are Lawson and the Emperor.

The emperor's golden sun suddenly unfolded.

The newly formed mechanical divine domain was immediately forced back into the temple.

Vashtor roared, and countless mechanical structures reassembled, attempting to integrate its divinity into the ancient holy device.

Lawson was already in front of him.

Space is locked, inertia returns to zero.

The structure of matter begins to lose its ability to change freely.