Warhammer: Empire Reboot

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She leaned closer: "When you die, remember to hold onto the Soul Stone tightly."

"That fearful yet pretentious air of yours is the most tempting thing."

Ash carried the silver basin outside.

When she reached the door, she turned back to look at Ilancia.

"By the way, don't die too quickly. Master hasn't had enough fun yet."

The keeper of the secret left.

Only Lawson and Ilancia remained in the hall.

After a long while, Ilancia felt her breathing return to her body.

She still gripped the long blade, but she knew very well that the assassination attempt had failed.

The initiative was lost, the stealth was exposed, and the target was informed in advance.

The only thing she should do is evacuate as soon as possible and bring everything that happened here back to the Ark.

A human who keeps a great demon who guards secrets.

The value of this intelligence surpasses her life or death at this moment.

Ilancia stared at Lawson, trying to buy time.

"You actually keep Slaanesh as a pet! Do you even know what you're doing?"

Lawson sat down in the chair and put his boots back on.

"What? When did your Eldar join the Imperial Inquisition?"

Are you here as a guest, or to bring a gift?

A flash of anger crossed Ilancia's eyes.

"I'm here to kill you."

"What's the reason?"

Lawson looked at her, seemingly genuinely curious.

"I do not recall ever harming the interests of your Ark Eldar."

Ilancia sneered.

"Humans always claim innocence before the knife falls."

She raised her long blade, the tip pointing at Lawson.

"The prophet has seen your fire."

"That fire severed the soul from the web of fate."

"The demon died at your hands and cannot return to the warp."

"If the souls of the Spirit Clan fall into your hands, they may not be able to return to the Soul Stone, enter the Endless Circuit, or be accepted by the future God of Death."

As Lawson listened, his expression gradually became clear.

Ilancia continued, "You still have the Soul Stone you took from the Red Pirates."

"Those who belong to us."

“You possess the power to sever the destiny of souls, and you hold the soul vessels of our people.”

"The Ark is not to be gambled on."

Lawson nodded: "In other words, even if I haven't harmed the Eldar yet, as long as I have that ability, I deserve to die."

"Is this your logic?"

Ilancia answered very decisively.

"Correct."

Lawson smiled.

"It really has the feel of the Spirit Clan."

"Arrogant, elegant, and mad with a sense of self-righteousness."

Ilancia was not provoked.

She was still staring at Lawson's hands, shoulders, waist, and eyes.

Any action could be a precursor to an attack.

"A threat that could destroy the future of the Ark must be nipped in the bud."

"Your future is truly precious."

Lawson slowly stood up.

Only when he stood up did Ilancia more directly feel the oppressive aura emanating from this human.

The moment he stood up, the entire hall's atmosphere seemed to converge on him.

"Then are you confident you can kill me?"

Ilancia remained silent.

She is very proud.

But she's not stupid.

Lawson could make the Keeper of Secrets kneel on the ground to wash her feet, let her in early, and not rush to make a move even after she appeared.

These facts demonstrate that she is no longer in a hunting position.

She was in the center of the trap.

She subtly moved her left hand, sending a hidden signal outwards.

Those lurking near communication towers, elevator shafts, starport bridges, and static anchor points should immediately create chaos.

As long as chaos breaks out in one place, she will have a chance to evacuate.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The lobby was quiet.

Lawson looked at her without interrupting.

Ilancia sent the signal again, but the channel remained silent.

Her heart sank little by little.

Lawson smiled.

"Are you waiting for them?"

The door opened.

Er Gou was the first to walk in.

He was dragging an unconscious Eldar ranger with his left hand and carrying a Vengeance warrior with a broken spear in his right.

He threw the two of them to the ground.

Three dogs followed closely behind.

He was carrying the sorcerer and a banshee warrior in his hands.

The warlock's mask cracked, the Soul Stone was temporarily sealed by the living metal clasp, the Banshee Warrior's arms were bound behind her back, and she was unconscious.

Several more mastiff-type guards and ordinary combat personnel entered later.

Each person was carrying one or two half-dead Eldar warriors.

They were all badly beaten.

They were thrown into the hall like a pile of spoils dumped by a hunter.

Er Gou was still grumbling unhappily.

"It runs quite fast, and its bones are brittle. You have to pull back when you grab it, which is troublesome."

Aoqi added, "Second Brother almost strangled one to death."

Er Gou glared at him: "Bullshit, I know what I'm doing."

Ilancia looked at her companion on the ground and broke out in a cold sweat.

These warriors are all elites of the Ark.

Stealth, raids, withdrawals, and node destruction—all have been honed through extensive training.

However, they were all captured alive in a very short time.