Warhammer: Empire Reboot

There, the special architectural icon, which had been sealed in gray and ignored by Lawson for a long time, was now emitting a soft glow.

Valhalla: Unlocked

Lawson paused slightly in breathing.

He clicked on the icon.

A holographic projection unfolded in the center of the command hall.

A dazzling starry sky, resembling a miniature Milky Way, appeared before Lawson.

In the starry sky, hundreds and thousands of soul imprints, emitting a faint glow, float.

Lawson's gaze swept over the points of light, and above each mark appeared a name he knew very well.

Those names represent the core team he built in another world to establish global hegemony.

Those elites who followed him from the beginning when he was a ruthless bandit, fought their way across the globe, and were absolutely loyal to him.

Lawson reached out and touched an extremely cold mark that emitted a ghostly blue light.

Green Mountain, the image of that perpetually calm man flashed through Lawson's mind.

Aoyama led the United States for a full forty-eight years.

For forty-eight years, he manipulated elections, purged political enemies, and instigated global capital wars.

Aoyama's calculations were precise to six decimal places. Any tycoon who attempted to resist Lawson's rule was silently buried in the Atlantic Ocean by him.

Lawson's fingers traced across the next patch of blood-red mark.

Andre, the de facto ruler of California.

Lin Daoqian, the iron-fisted governor who took charge of Southeast Asia.

Lin Qinghu, the lifelong ruler of Cuba.

Diego, the shrewd and charismatic Spanish Prime Minister.

Zhang Muzhi, a tyrant who reigns supreme over the Siberian ice plains.

There's also Fenian, the wolf pack leader; Johnny, the hyena leader; and the ruthless bandits from Old Dove and Chongto Gang.

They helped Lawson conquer half the globe.

Their soul imprints after death were all collected by the system and put into a slumber in the Hall of Heroes.

Waiting for Lawson's summons once more.

Lawson stood in the center of the starry sky, his smile growing wider and wider until it finally turned into a low, suppressed laugh.

"They're all still here, well done."

To rule a city of billions of people requires a combination of politician and butcher.

Qingshan, Lin Daoqian, and their ilk were the ultimate tools of governance.

If you release them, even in this desperate Warhammer universe, they can quickly establish an extremely terrifying and efficient totalitarian empire.

Lawson suppressed the urge to immediately bring out all these governors.

His thoughts wandered through the starry sky.

Lawson's gaze finally settled on the two points of light that were closest to him and felt most familiar to him.

These are two soul imprints without any titles or illustrious achievements.

"Er Gou".

"Three dogs."

Lawson whispered the two names.

These were his first two low-level followers.

They lack the scheming and calculating mind of someone like Aoyama.

They cannot learn the cold-blooded political tactics of Lin Daoqian, who slaughtered millions of people.

But they happen to be the two people with whom Lawson has the deepest feelings.

Lawson pointed his fingertip at the two orbs of light.

"Return!"

The instruction has been issued.

The system deducts resources.

Two spatial rifts suddenly opened in the open space in front of the command center.

Extremely concentrated biomass and living metal gushed out from the cracks.

Flesh and blood intertwined and tangled wildly in the air. Bones took shape, and organs coalesced.

In just a few seconds.

Two giants, each 2.3 meters tall, with muscles as bulging as granite, stomped heavily on the obsidian floor.

The terrifying physical attributes of the four-times-Katachan elite directly endowed them with the perfect Thunder Warrior physique.

Er Gou and San Gou opened their eyes.

The moment they arrived, a hint of confusion appeared in their eyes.

The surrounding buildings were huge and dark in a Gothic style, with cold metal pipes on the walls and an extremely faint smell of engine oil in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the system forcibly poured a massive amount of memories into their brains.

Their eyes quickly regained their former fierceness and agility.

They turned their heads and saw Lawson sitting on the throne.

Lawson's appearance has changed.

But even with their eyes closed, Er Gou and San Gou could smell that soul-deep aura.

The two giants grinned, revealing their gleaming white teeth.

They suddenly straightened their backs, clenched their right fists, and slammed them hard into their chest muscles, which were as strong as steel plates, producing a dull thud.

"Boss! Er Gou reporting for duty!"

"San Gou reporting for duty!"

A rough roar echoed in the empty hall.

Lawson rose from his throne.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Lawson tilted his head back and burst into laughter.

This was the first time he had laughed so heartily since arriving in the Warhammer universe, a world filled with demons and war.

He strode down the steps and stood before the two of them.

Lawson raised his arms and slammed his thick hands heavily onto Er Gou and San Gou's shoulders.

The immense force caused both of them to sway slightly.

"Those two bastards are finally here!"

Er Gou touched his bald head, feeling the terrifying power within him that was about to explode.

He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

"Boss, this body is really impressive. I feel like I could punch through a safe right now."

San Gou looked down at his arms, which were thicker than his thighs: "Boss, where have you brought us? This place looks so creepy."

Lawson turned and gestured for the two to follow.

Lawson led Er Gou and San Gou through the command center to the explosion-proof glass observation deck at the very edge of the tower area.

Thousands of meters above the ground, the wind was tearing at the clouds.

Lawson pointed downwards.

There, a vast metropolis spans hundreds of kilometers and is home to billions of people.

Countless spires pierce the sky, and transport ships shuttle through the steel canyon.

On the distant horizon, massive geothermal exhaust towers spew out plasma flames that reach the atmosphere.

"I saw it clearly."

"This is a damn world a million times larger than Earth. It has aliens with brains full of mush, demons that crawled out of the cesspools of warp space, and a group of high-ranking imperial bureaucrats who treat human lives as fuel."

Lawson turned his head and looked at his two brothers.

"We beat the game in the last world. This time, let's go for a bigger scale. Let's conquer the entire galaxy together."

Er Gou chuckled: "Boss, as long as there's a fight, that's all that matters. Just point and I'll smash someone's head."

San Gou pressed his face against the bulletproof glass and peered down.

"Boss, the environment on this planet is terrible. It's smoky and polluted. Those factories down there look filthy. Is there anything good to eat in this godforsaken place? I just came back to life and my stomach is completely empty."

As Lawson listened to this extremely unpleasant complaint, the corner of his mouth twitched.

He lifted his foot.

boom!boom!

They kicked Er Gou and San Gou in the buttocks respectively.

The immense force sent the two 2.3-meter-tall men staggering forward a few steps.

Lawson laughed and cursed, "Get over there."

Lawson pointed to the weapons maintenance bay on the right side of the hall.

The hatch slid open slowly.

Two enormous, mobile fortress-like metal structures stood silently on the maintenance rack.

Ironclad Terminator Power Armor.