Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Without a black hole, you are nothing."

"You are just a mortal who mistakes traps for power."

"You dare to truly fight me, yet you cannot defeat me."

Lawson paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Okay, warm-up over."

The keeper's expression changed.

Lawson took half a step back.

The skeletal structure inside the body begins to change.

Living metal seeped from the gaps in the armor, like a blackish-silver liquid covering the skeleton and joints. The chest armor expanded, the shoulder armor turned outward, the spinal support structure was raised, and the limbs lengthened and thickened.

Lawson's height increased rapidly.

It is close to five meters.

The lights in the combat testing range were blocked by his shadow.

The keeper looked up at him, and for the first time, his smile vanished.

"you……"

Lawson looked down at it.

"Officially begin."

boom!

He took a step forward.

The ground is sunken.

The keeper instinctively sidesteps.

Lawson's fist grazed its body, and the force of the punch shattered a test pillar behind it.

The keeper's expression changed slightly, and his body blurred into a streak as he circled behind.

Lawson turned around.

The speed is completely mismatched with the size.

Just as the Keeper of the Secrets reached the flank, a giant hand gripped its shoulder.

It attacks with all four arms simultaneously.

Claw blades, tail spikes, psionic whip shadows, and shrieking impacts all landed on Lawson.

Lawson is like an iron mountain standing against the wind.

His mastery of mechanics ensured that every effort he made was not wasted.

The sheer mass and pressure brought by the bear-like form render most of the Keeper's fancy angles meaningless.

Lawson grabbed its shoulder and slammed it to the ground.

boom!

The test field surface cracked.

The Keeper spat out a mouthful of purple blood, and before he could even turn over, his ankle was grabbed by Lawson again.

He swung it.

Like swinging an overly long whip.

boom!

The ground on the left is cracked.

boom!

The right wall is shaking.

boom!

The keeper of secrets slammed his back against the reinforced pillar, causing cracks to appear on the pillar's surface.

On the observation platform, Er Gou silently raised his hand and covered his eyes.

A gap was left between the fingers.

San Gou also turned his head to the side.

"That's terrible."

Aoqi whispered, "It just said that the BOSS is nothing."

Er Gou nodded.

"So it deserved it."

The keeper screamed and twisted his body.

Slaanesh's flexibility saved its life.

It forcefully bent its back and thrust its tail spikes toward Lawson's wrist.

Losen let go.

The keeper seized the opportunity to fly away, landing on all fours and lowering his body.

Cracks appeared on its face, several gems shattered, the gold ring on its body broke, and purple blood flowed down its waist and abdomen.

It finally realized that it couldn't confront this form head-on.

So it changed its fighting style.

Slaanesh is best known for his high-speed movement, phantom entry, sensory interference, and long-range attrition.

Its body split into five parts.

Five dazzling afterimages rushed in from different directions.

Each dish carries a scent, a sound, and a touch.

In his bear-guard form, the sixth-order neural and mental entropy reversal allows him to grasp the most authentic weight amidst chaotic stimuli.

He raised his hand and grabbed to the left front.

The Guardian himself happened to pass by there.

My ankle was grabbed.

Lawson dragged it back.

Why are you running?

boom!

I punched it in the chest.

The jewel on the keeper's chest shattered into pieces.

It screamed, its four arms grabbing Lawson's arms, trying to invade his senses with seductive whispers.

Lawson raised his knee.

It's pressed against its belly.

The Keeper of the Secrets arched its entire body, struggling to tear open the subspace.

It no longer wants to continue this so-called fair fight.

This human being is unfair.

Even without black holes, shadow blades, or psionic energy, that five-meter combat form is like a real machine specifically designed to beat up a great demon.

The keeper of the secret spread his four arms and chanted the secret words of transgression.

The air began to taste sweet.

A tiny subspace rift unfolded behind it.

Lawson looked up.

Endogenous psionic energy was suppressed.

The crack had just opened when it was forcibly pushed back in.

The keeper's expression changed.

"You said you wouldn't use psionic energy!"

Lawson raised his hand and punched it in the face.

"I said I don't need to put a black hole over your head."

The keeper was sent flying, crashing into the edge of the force field before bouncing back to the ground.

It lay on the ground, finally looking rather disheveled.

Anger, humiliation, pain, and fear intertwined.

Slaanesh rarely admits to fear.

But it sensed it.

It began to deform.

The Keeper's true form distorted, his bones contracted, demonic patterns flowed beneath his skin, his four arms retracted to two, and his height rapidly decreased.

A layer of pinkish-purple light mist spread out.

The originally ferocious and slender demonic form transformed into a humanoid woman.

Her long purple hair cascaded down to her waist, shimmering with a faint light. She had only two short, devilish horns on her forehead.

Her features were so exquisite that they could take a mortal's breath away; her eyes were a deep purple-gold; she was tall and slender, her curves possessing an allure deliberately sculpted by the Slaanesh. Her skin was pale and delicate, with a few purple cracks remaining on her shoulders, neck, and collarbone, making her appear even more fragile.

She knelt on the ground and looked up at Lawson.

The voice changed from sharp, angry shouts to soft whispers.