Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson could even sense that his use of the Golden Flame had changed from "extraction" to "scheduling".

This means he can maintain a wider range of Golden Flame enchantments on the real battlefield.

The subspace contamination that he originally had to suppress personally can now be partially handled by the golden star in the black hole.

Lawson closed his eyes and felt it for a while.

The emperor granted not just fire, but also authority.

It wasn't a written authorization, but rather an attempt to make that wisp of golden flame more willing to accept Lawson's will.

This is critical.

Imperial Goldfire is not an ordinary energy source. It possesses a status, remnants of will, and a natural aversion to chaos.

In the past, Lawson was able to use it because he served the Emperor and because he used a black hole to contain it, without forcibly transforming the golden fire into his own.

Now, the emperor has offered an even larger piece.

This means that the emperor approved of his actions.

At least on the matter of "ending the demonic principality Angron", the Emperor approves.

Lawson opened his eyes and looked at Star Torch.

"I know you won't explain much to me."

"You're not free either."

"Then I'll continue playing my own way."

There was no sound from the depths of the starlight.

But Lawson could sense that the will that had been upon him had not yet been withdrawn.

Lawson thought for a moment, then added:

"Khorus will come in three days."

"I will turn Agrippina into a meat grinder."

"Kill as many as you can."

"Grab as much as you can."

He paused for a moment after saying this.

"If you think my methods are unsavory, then just bear with it."

"Humans are no longer entitled to be picky about how they eat."

The starlight remained silent.

But Lawson felt that this silence itself was the answer.

The emperor is not the god depicted in the state religion's statues who only demands purity.

He made a choice even more ruthless than Lawson.

Thunder Warrior.

Network engineering.

The Great Expedition.

Genetic origin.

Countless worlds were unified, and countless enemies were wiped out.

Emperors are never clean people. They simply occupy a position that no one can replace, and thus do many things that cannot possibly be done cleanly.

Lawson did not consider himself superior to the Emperor.

They don't feel the need to pretend to be noble.

The biggest thing he and the Emperor had in common was that they both knew the universe wouldn't let humanity off the hook just because it was morally right.

To survive, you have to win.

If you want to win, someone has to do the dirty work.

Lawson is willing to do it.

Because he can make money from dirty work.

This is healthier than simply sacrificing.

The brilliance on the surface of the star torch returned to its cold state.

That moment of gentleness felt like it had never happened.

The Emperor's will once again sinks into countless battlefronts and countless prayers.

The last fragment of Angron's soul has vanished into the depths of the sun; there is no more pain, and the sound of the Butcher's Nail can no longer be heard.

Lawson did not speak again.

The black hole followed his consciousness and sank towards reality.

Before leaving, he glanced back at Xingju.

"Boss."

"If I kill another Primarch next time, will I still use the same procedure?"

Xingju did not respond.

Lawson shrugged.

"Okay, take that as your default."

His consciousness plummeted back into the depths of the black hole.

A golden star burns in the dark center.

The fireball, about the size of an egg, was inconspicuous, but much more stable than before.

Lawson attempted to summon a wisp of golden flame.

The flames separated from the star's surface, circled the edge of the black hole, and remained as stable as if bound by an invisible orbit.

He then separated a second and a third strand.

The golden flames did not weaken.

A black hole is like a furnace capable of holding divine fire, locking away the power that should have burned the user inside.

Lawson could sense more details.

Flame boundary.

Purification intensity.

The efficiency of cutting away the essence of evil.

And how it combines with Shadow Wheel, Living Metal, and Mental Reverse Entropy.

Khorne prefers quantity.

Lawson likes it now too.

The more quantity, the better it is for testing the limits of the golden flame.

The noise of subspace recedes again.

The roar of steel echoed in Agrippina's ears.

Inside the Temple of Forging, Lawson opened his eyes.

In reality, less than four seconds had passed.

A wisp of golden fire rose from the fingertips.

As Lawson gazed at the wisp of fire, a slight smile played on his lips.

"The old man is quite generous."

The countdown to the great battle is only three days.

For an ordinary imperial general, three days is only enough to hold a few meetings, issue a few orders with sealing wax stamps, and have the General Staff draw a few unenforceable defensive lines on the map.

For Lawson, three days would be enough to transform a forging primeval into a slaughterhouse.

One minute after the broadcast ended, all civilian production lines in Agrippina ceased operation.

In the second minute, the Cornerstone Sequence assassins took over 67.2 million industrial interfaces.

In the third minute, all mining areas, furnace zones, ammunition wells, underground transport tracks, and abandoned sewage pipelines on the surface of the main planet were renumbered by the swarm intelligence.

Kharyosis will come.

This does not require divination.

The Blood God will not tolerate Angron's complete death. He will not take a roundabout approach, will not negotiate, and will certainly not send an ultimatum.

He will only smash through reality and pour the devil in.

So Lawson didn't waste time guessing where the enemy was coming from.

He had the T-series assassins reverse-engineer the areas where the real-world barriers were most likely to collapse, eventually identifying 732 high-risk points.

Subsequently, all factories, mines, residential areas, and machine tool warehouses surrounding high-risk areas were cleared out.

The method of clearing it was very crude.

Move the equipment if you can.

The reactor that couldn't be moved was replaced with a landmine.

The abandoned factory building was filled with fuel.

The load-bearing column of the underground mine tunnel was broken.

The heavy-duty tracked rails, originally used for transporting ore, were converted into ammunition supply lines.

The waste liquid pool for cooling slag was repressurized and introduced into the surface depression area where the crack might appear.

Krus looked at the project list and remained silent for a long time.