Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Back during the Great Expedition, you wrote a lengthy book called 'The Book of Sacred Words,' insisting on forcing others to believe that the emperor was a god."

"It turned out the old man was a staunch materialist."

"He's not happy about it."

"He beat you up in Perfect City and got Guilliman to wreck your place."

"You felt wronged and your self-esteem was hurt, so you went to the Warp to seek refuge with the four Chaos Gods."

Several veterans who had been harboring resentment began to tremble.

Lawson suddenly raised his voice.

"But!"

Look at what's happening now!

"Open your blind eyes and look at the empire ten thousand years from now!"

"Ten thousand years have passed, and the emperor has truly become a god on his throne."

"Enjoying the offerings of incense from billions of people."

“What’s even more interesting is…”

"The thing that the Grand Inquisitors of the Imperial Court and the Cardinals of the State Church hold in their hands every day as teaching material and sacred object is that tattered book you wrote back then!"

"In the present empire, if anyone dares to say that the emperor is not a god, the torch of the court will be shoved right in his face."

Lawson made no attempt to hide his malicious speculation: "Wordholders, you chant scriptures every day in the Warp. The Inquisition chants scriptures every day in the real universe."

"So, both of you are reading books by the same author?"

"Then why are you fighting so hard?"

"When you meet on the battlefield, you shouldn't draw your swords; you should exchange your thoughts on what you've read!"

"Aren't you family?"

"Those who cherish words, are you traitors to Chaos, or the first generation of outsourced authors for the Imperial State Religion?"

"And the charlatans in the courtroom."

"You burn other people's books every day for what you consider heresy, have you paid the copyright fees?"

"The court has been using your copyright for free for ten thousand years, and you, Huaiyan Zhe, can tolerate this?"

"If it were me, I'd just sail my warship straight to Terra and demand the money."

“I strongly suggest that the Dark Apostles of the Word Bearers and the Bishops of the Inquisition hold an offline book-sharing session in Agrippina.”

"Let's all sit down and calmly discuss the issue of Comrade Luo Jia's royalty settlement."

A deathly silence.

Those who harbored ill intentions were completely overwhelmed.

This is the deepest, most painful, and most unbearable scar in their hearts.

They betrayed the empire, plunged into chaos, and proclaimed themselves seekers of primordial truth.

Ironically, their once-believed work became the holy book of their mortal enemies.

Lawson did not refute them with theology.

He downgraded the matter to a copyright dispute.

This is worse than killing them.

"Blasphemy..."

A powerful dark apostle trembled, his white bone scepter crumbling into powder in his hand.

This is the ultimate blasphemy!

"He not only insulted the original, but also trampled on our truth with the most vicious language!"

"Wash away the shame!"

"No need to consult the original entity!"

"All Word Bearer fleets, immediately change course!"

"Head straight for Agrippina!"

"I will use his blood to rewrite the truth!"

At the same time, the Imperial Inquisitors who had been forcibly inserted into the channel to listen to the broadcast also erupted in anger.

In the courthouses of various star sectors, countless high inquisitors smashed teacups and tables.

"heresy!"

A senior judge pointed at the loudspeaker above his head and shouted insults.

“This Lawson is a complete heretic!”

"How dare he question the sanctity of the Book of Words!"

"How dare you compare us to the corrupt Word Bearers!"

"He is shaking the very foundations of the empire's faith!"

The adjutant, standing trembling beside him, asked, "Sir, shall we issue an order to exterminate heresy and send a fleet to Agrippina to punish him?"

The fat on the Grand Judge's face twitched.

Where is Agrippina now?

The largest chaotic meat grinder in the entire galaxy.

Millions of demons and traitors are heading there.

What's the difference between the Inquisition fleet going there now and sending them to their deaths?

Moreover, while Lawson's mouth was as venomous as if it had been soaked in corrosive acid, the knife in his hand was indeed cutting solidly into Chaos.

The Grand Judge took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.

"A campaign against them? No."

“Record this broadcast.”

"It has been characterized as extreme blasphemy."

Just as the adjutant was about to write it down, he heard him add another sentence.

"However, we will not deal with it for the time being."

"He is fighting for the empire."

"Wait until he has killed most of those chaotic scum."

"Wait until he loses his usefulness."

The Grand Judge gritted his teeth.

"The court will settle this score with him today, with interest."

The judges were furious.

He began to open the thick black book, wrote Lawson's name on the first page, and prepared to settle scores later.

Lawson didn't care what the imperial high command thought.

All he needs to do is maintain the aggression.

"It's not over yet."

He leaned back on his throne, his gaze sweeping over the dark corners of the holographic star map.

"Dark Eldar of Comoros, black sprouts, can you hear me?"

"If you can't hear me, could you please pull out all those weird, spiky toys that are stuffed into the holes in your bodies?"

"Pay close attention to the lesson."

Deep within the network.

Comoros, the City of Darkness.

A flesh-and-blood actor, who was torturing prisoners on the dissection table, stopped using his delicate nerve-dissecting scalpel.

He raised his head, which was made up of flesh and blood from various alien races, and stood up with his long, pointed ears.

Lawson's voice pierced through the net and echoed in the shadows of Comoros.

“You boast to the entire galaxy every day about how noble and ancient you are.”

"What's with this 'art of suffering'?"

"What kind of flesh-and-blood aesthetics are you studying?"

"What kind of spiritual feast is this?"

"Stop trying to glorify yourself."

Lawson's tone suddenly became incisive.

"To put it bluntly, aren't you just a bunch of deadbeats who owe money to loan sharks and are hiding in basements to avoid their debts?"

In the dark city, many voices fell silent at the same time.

"When others torture others, it's either a perverted hobby or a means of intimidation."

"You torture people to pay off your debts."

"Make offerings to Slaanesh, that great creditor, lest your soul be drained."

"The more you pay back, the more you owe."

“Every day I worked like a laborer, capturing slaves everywhere just to collect the interest for the next day.”

Lawson even sighed.

That sigh was full of sympathy.