Warhammer: Empire Reboot

She went inside?

Three Dogs responded.

They've gone inside.

Mastiff Seven Paths.

Second brother, you win this round.

Er Gou sneered.

Are you trying to trick me into changing the rules again?

Mastiff sighed.

What about trust between people?

Er Gou tore a piece of paper off his face and stuck it on Ao Qi's forehead.

"Pay off the debt first."

The noise outside the door continued.

Inside the door, Ilancia had already entered the hall where Lawson was.

Ilancia Moonblade successfully infiltrated the core hall.

The door closed behind her.

The noise outside was blocked by the heavy metal, leaving only the very faint sound of water in the hall.

She saw Lawson at first glance.

This human warlord was even larger than she had imagined.

He sat in a black tactical chair, his frame close to that of Astartes, with broad shoulders and back. He wore a simple dark military uniform and had a relaxed posture, like an officer who had just returned from the front lines.

But Yilancia only glanced at it, and a sense of vigilance arose in her heart.

Numerous tactical projections floated in the inner layer of the hall.

Vigilant Star geological map, Nakmonde Pass navigation map, Agrippina Sector resource allocation table, Vigilant Star population transfer curve, Chaos warship wreck recovery list.

These things further confirmed Ilancia's suspicions.

Lawson was not just a warlord who killed people.

He is turning war into order.

A human being who can extend order to the sector level is more dangerous than a tyrant who only knows how to slaughter.

Then she saw the woman kneeling at Lawson's feet.

Purple hair.

Long legs.

A deep purple robe.

Her waist was slender, and the lines of her shoulders and neck possessed a certain allure that seemed otherworldly.

The woman was kneeling before a silver basin, wiping Lawson's ankles. Her movements were meticulous and her posture gentle; her fingertips slowly traced the water, as if she were serving her master, or perhaps enjoying a forced humiliation.

A look of disgust flashed across Ilancia's eyes.

This aligns well with her understanding of human warlords.

Power, pleasure, maids.

These things will always be present in the decaying spires.

No matter how many emperors or saints they invoke, once they reach a high enough position, they will always surround themselves with beautiful servants and even more beautiful lies.

Ilancia held her breath, and the film studio operated smoothly.

She bypassed a tactical projection and silently approached along the side of the hall.

Fifty paces away.

Her long blade was already slightly raised.

Lawson leaned back in his chair seemingly casually, his left hand resting on the armrest, and his right hand a distance from his weapon.

This is an opportunity.

Ilancia has no intention of wasting it.

She would enter from the side and rear, severing the cervical vertebrae and throat with the first cut, piercing the heart with the second, and destroying the brainstem with the third. If Lawson possessed superhuman regenerative abilities, she would also sever the joints of her limbs in a single breath, followed by destroying her skull with shrapnel.

Ark Assassins never rely on a single strike for assassination.

The stronger the prey, the more meticulously its death must be described.

She continued to approach.

Just as she was about to cross the last shadow line, the maid kneeling in front of the silver basin suddenly stopped.

The hand that was wiping Lawson's ankle hung in mid-air.

Water droplets fell from my fingertips.

tick...

Ilancia's body tensed instantly.

The maid slowly turned her head.

The movement was so light that it didn't seem like a living person turning around; it was more like a skin draped over a human skeleton being pulled from the other side by something inside.

Ilancia stopped in her tracks.

The theater is still operating.

The light still bypassed her, the heat source was pushed into the clutter of the wall, and the hidden runes on the Spirit Bone Armor flickered quietly one by one.

Based on her past experience, even the psionic hounds of the Human Inquisition would have a hard time spotting her at this distance.

But the maid kneeling in front of the silver basin had already looked over.

It's looking directly at you!

The soul stone in Ilancia's heart suddenly burned.

In that instant, she heard a fine, delicate sound coming from inside the Soul Stone, like fingernails scraping against a crystal wall.

Heh...

lol...

The Soul Stone was warning her.

The soul recognizes the enemy before the body does.

The maid's excessively beautiful face began to look unreal.

The purple eyes are still there.

The corners of his mouth were still smiling.

Her wet fingers were still clutching the soft cloth she had used to wipe Lawson's feet.

But in Ilancia's soul's vision, that outer shell was like a thin veil illuminated by candlelight, and something else inside slowly raised its head.

A huge shadow filled her senses.

Excessively long limbs.

A curved angle.

A wide, cracked smile.

Like spider legs, or the claws of a dancer's arm, they unfolded inch by inch at the edge of her vision.

Countless tiny sounds of bells, gasps, laughter, and cries seeped out from beneath that humanoid skin.

They fall directly into the soul.

Ilancia's throat tightened instantly.

She smelled the fragrance.

Like flower petals soaked in blood, like rotten fruit sprinkled with perfume powder, or like the most inappropriate atmosphere of revelry in the Ark's Hall of Bones.

Her body remains invisible.

But her soul has already been exposed on a dining table.

In the depths of the maid's eyes, the palace gates opened.

Behind the purple curtain, a long corridor strewn with white bones stretched towards her. On either side of the corridor hung shattered soul stones, each containing the silent screams of a spirit race face. Deeper still, something sat high above, its moist tongue licking the ashes of countless burnt-out souls.

Ilancia knew that wasn't reality.

That was the echo that forced its way into her mind when the Great Demon's true form pressured the Soul Stone.

But that's precisely why it's even more terrifying.

That's the keeper of secrets!

Slaanesh's Keeper of Secrets!

The thirsty lady's attendant!

The hound of the Eldar's eternal nightmare!

She saw the wounds of her race's sins, and was kneeling at the feet of a human warlord, washing his feet while dressed in a maid's skin.

At that moment, her legs were almost unable to move.

This is an instinct at the level of bloodline.

It is a fear that is etched into the soul of every Eldar from birth.

If the physical body dies, the Soul Stone can still hold the soul.

If the Soul Stone breaks, the soul will fall to Him.

And the great demon before him was the hand reaching towards His mouth.