Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"You win."

"The strong should enjoy victory."

She raised her hand and gently pressed her fingertips against the side of her neck.

"What do you want? Intelligence? Loyalty? Pleasure? The Slaanesh court can give you far more than your cold empire."

Lawson returned to his normal form.

His height shrank from five meters to two and a half meters, and his armor fit him perfectly.

The next instant, Lawson raised his hand.

Adamantite, living metal, imperial goldfire, and his innate psionic energy mingled in his palm.

A necklace is formed.

It is dark gold in color, with flowing metallic patterns on the inner circle and fine golden fire runes on the outer circle.

That was not an ordinary binding device, nor was it a magic artifact simply used to suppress demons.

It is a realistic anchor.

A soul lock.

A collar that can sever the existence of demons at any time and send them to the system for purification.

The keeper of the secret finally realized something was wrong.

She stepped back.

Lawson had already gripped the back of her neck.

Put the collar on.

Click...

A dark gold choker closed around her neck.

The imperial golden flames lit up a ring along the inside of the collar.

The keeper's pupils contracted sharply.

She wanted to transform back into her true demon form.

failure.

I wish to transform into fragrant mist.

failure.

I want to tear open a rift in subspace.

The collar felt a slight warmth, and a sharp pain, as if licked by golden fire, surged from the depths of her soul.

She knelt on the ground, clutching the collar with both hands, her long purple hair falling loose. She cried out in panic, "What have you done to me?"

Lawson smiled slightly.

"I'll give you two choices."

"Explode your own head, and I will devour your soul."

"Or be my pet for ten thousand years, and I'll give you your freedom."

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Chapter 203 Raising a Great Demon? My Star Wars Legion is Backing Me Up

In the test field, the Keeper of Secrets knelt on the cracked ground.

Her long purple hair slid down her shoulders, covering half of her face and the dark gold choker around her neck.

Her hand was still on it.

The moment the fingertip touched the inner circle, a line of Imperial Golden Fire appeared.

laugh.

A wisp of white smoke rose from her fingertip.

The pain was not intense.

What truly changed her expression was the tearing sensation deep within her soul.

It was as if a hook had pierced through the deepest part of her being, pinning her escape route to the subspace to the real universe.

The collar locks up more than just the body.

It fixed her physical form.

It also blocked the path between her and Slaanesh's court, a path that could have been easily reversed at any time.

The keeper of the secret slowly raised his head.

In his purplish-gold pupils, anger blazed like a thin layer of ignited oil.

"You dare put a collar on me?"

"Human, do you know what you are humiliating?"

Lawson looked down at her.

"know."

"pet."

On the observation platform, Er Gou couldn't help but cough.

The three dogs turned their heads to the side, and their shoulder armor twitched slightly twice.

The keeper's face turned completely cold.

That face, capable of bewitching mortals, now held no allure, only the malice of a great demon. She traced a line with her fingertip across the ground, leaving several shallow marks on the ceramic steel plate.

She wanted to self-destruct.

I really want to.

Demons destroyed in the real universe usually return to the warp, where they crawl out of the realm of the gods after suffering, humiliation, and a long rebuilding process.

Those who keep secrets are not afraid of being torn apart physically.

Could they be enslaved for ten thousand years?

To be a pet to a human?

This is harder to accept than death.

Her soul began to tremble, and the remaining instincts of Slaanesh's blessing were forcibly mobilized. A faint cracking sound emanated from the inside of her physical form, like a piece of porcelain about to shatter on its own.

The next moment, Lawson spoke.

"Want to blow yourself up?"

The keeper froze.

Lawson looked at her and kindly reminded her.

"Don't forget who I am."

"If you self-destruct in front of me, you won't be able to return to the warp."

"They will only be devoured by me."

The keeper's pupils contracted sharply.

Of course she knew.

The entire subspace knows this.

The name Lawson is no longer just the name of a warlord in the shadows of the empire.

Among demons, that is calamity.

After the Battle of Agrippina, many fragmented echoes came back from the remaining demons under Khorne's command.

A section of the sea of ​​blood was empty.

The vampire army disappeared in large numbers.

The skull could not be returned to the brass throne.

Those bloodthirsty monsters that should have regrouped in the warp fell into complete silence after their deaths in battle.

Even more terrifying is Angron.

A Primarch.

Torn apart by mortals in the real universe, his divinity stripped away, his origin intercepted, even Khorne couldn't drag him back to his throne.

Slaanesh's court was naturally gloating over this.

Khorne suffered a loss, while the other three gods were pleased.

That crushing defeat left a gap at the edge of the bronze throne, and the Pleasure Palace seized the opportunity to devour several crumbling domains. A celebratory feast was even held in Slaanesh's court, where many demons drank a mixture of blood and spice, praising Khorne's folly.

The keeper of secrets had also heard these reports.

She was laughing happily then.

Until today, she became the one standing in front of Lawson.

If self-destruction could lead to a return to the warp, it would certainly be worthwhile.

Kolosen's abilities have been proven by the complete annihilation of countless demons.

The warp creatures killed by him and his army would be intercepted, purified, and devoured, ultimately becoming fuel for his war machine.

That is the true death of a demon.

The keeper gritted his teeth.

Her hand slowly lowered from the collar.