Warhammer: Empire Reboot

If an emperor could weep, be angry, and regret like an ordinary father, he would have collapsed long ago.

The relationship between Lawson and the Emperor was never that of a normal believer and a deity.

Lawson acknowledged the Emperor's greatness and respected what He had shouldered in this universe.

But he won't kneel on the ground waiting for a miracle.

He raised his hand and lifted the fragment.

"Boss."

"The Primarch Angron invaded the Empire and slaughtered your people; his crimes are unforgivable."

"I ended his life for you."

"This piece of stuff is the last clean part he had left."

Lawson looked at the cold sun.

"I won't stay."

"Here you go."

The fragments of Angron's soul detached from Lawson's palm and drifted toward the Star Torch.

At first, Star Torch did not respond.

That sun still shines in subspace, casting its light into the depths of the real universe.

Lawson knew the Emperor could see.

They also knew that the emperor couldn't always respond.

The mutilated body on the golden throne is simultaneously handling countless matters.

Starlight, Terra, the Web Rift, the Chaos Gods, Billions of Prayers, Countless Fronts on the Verge of Collapse.

For an emperor, every response is an extra burden.

But this time, the star torch moved.

On the cold surface of the sun, a flare slowly emerges.

The instant it touched the fragment, Lawson felt the light of the Star Torch change.

Only for a moment.

Klossen was certain that the light had softened.

Angron's soul fragments did not struggle.

It was drawn into the depths of the sun.

A very shallow ripple appeared on the surface of the star torch.

Lawson watched in silence.

This universe is never short of tragedy.

But Angron's tragedy is quite unique.

He did not fall into depravity because of ambition, the pursuit of knowledge, pleasure, or the comfort of corruption.

He was in pain from the very beginning.

It hurt for ten thousand years.

Lawson dislikes Anglon.

I will not try to clear his name.

This monster killed too many people and destroyed too many worlds.

His suffering does not give him the right to transfer his pain to countless innocent people.

Therefore, Lawson had no qualms about killing him.

But returning that last clean fragment to the Emperor is another matter entirely.

That's settling accounts.

It also marks the end.

From the depths of the starlight, a sigh echoed. So faint, like an illusion within the turbulence of warp space.

"You have ended Number Twelve's suffering."

"well done."

This was the first time that Lawson had truly heard the Emperor's voice.

The Emperor did not call Anglon a traitor.

He wasn't called the Primarch.

He was referring to the twelfth.

The designation is cold and impersonal, like an experiment number.

But that sigh says enough.

Lawson suddenly smiled.

“Boss, if the state church heard you say that, they would burn three hundred theologians and rewrite five hundred sets of commentaries.”

Xingju did not respond.

Lawson continued:

"Don't worry, I have no intention of erecting a monument for Angron."

"He deserves to die."

"I just feel that he should return what little he had left to you."

The sunlight in the distance rippled slightly.

Lawson felt a will descend upon him.

The emperor is looking at his black hole.

Lawson made no attempt to conceal it.

The black hole was right behind his consciousness, twenty-one inches in size, its edges devouring subspace impurities, and at its center burning a golden star the size of a soybean.

This thing is dangerous.

Lawson himself was aware of this.

It does not belong to any of the Empire's existing systems.

Psionic energy, Mechanicus technology, Necromancer technology, and Imperial Fire cannot explain it in any single way.

It is the result of a mixture of the system, the swarm of assassins, subspace energy, black hole projection, the imperial spark, and Lawson's own will.

From the court's perspective, that's enough to convict someone of heresy ten times.

From a mechanical perspective, it is sufficient to preserve it for ten thousand years.

From a chaotic perspective, it must be destroyed.

From the emperor's perspective, the issue should be more direct.

Can it be used by humans?

Will it get out of control?

Lawson looked up at the star torch.

"If you want to have it checked, then have it checked."

"But don't mess with my network."

"Agrippina is having dinner in three days, and I'm busy right now."

The star torch remained silent.

A moment later, a ray of golden light peeled off the surface of the sun.

This time, it was an even larger fragment of golden flame.

As it detached from the cold sun, the entire subspace seemed to be illuminated for a moment.

Lawson watched as the fragment fell toward him.

"Is this considered payment?"

Xingju did not answer.

Lawson smiled.

"Okay, I'll take that as a yes."

The golden flame fragments fell into the black hole.

The edge of the black hole first contracted violently, and then suddenly expanded.

The subspace impurities that were swallowed were instantly burned up, and the golden star inside began to grow.

Rice grains.

soy.

Pigeon eggs.

It eventually stabilized at the size of an egg.

Lawson could sense that the structure of the golden star had become more stable.

In the past, the Golden Flame was like a spark, limited in quantity and of high quality, but each large-scale use required caution.

Using it to enchant Shadow Wheels, kill the Great Unclean One, and burn Angron all require precise control.

Things are different now.

The golden flames formed a more complete cycle within the black hole.

It can sustain itself and purify the chaotic origin swallowed by the black hole more quickly.