Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Every member of the Spirit Clan stared at the Soul Stone as if it were a knife hanging over their own neck.

"how?"

Lawson looked at Ilancia.

"Can you understand me now?"

Ilancia gritted her teeth: "You can't do this."

Lawson smiled.

"Er Gou".

"Announce this to all chapters on the Imperial Dark Side."

"Agrippina's wartime command system has officially declared war on the Ark Eldar."

"Report any discovery of Eldar, Web portals, Ranger outposts, or Ark agents immediately."

"I will make sure that any Eldar who shows their face in the shadows of the Empire dies."

Er Gou grinned.

"clear."

He turned to leave.

Ilancia finally panicked.

"Wait a moment!"

Ilancia looked at Lawson.

"We have no intention of waging a full-scale war against the human empire."

The three dogs sneered.

"You've already gotten close to my parents' doorstep, and you still say you don't want to start a war."

"Is the brain of a bean sprout located in the ass of a Slaanesh?"

Lawson raised his hand, signaling Er Gou to stop.

Er Gou returned to his original spot, still staring at the spirit race.

Lawson looked at Ilancia.

"Is it that you're not smart, or are your prophets not smart?"

"They came to assassinate me, but they don't want to start a war with the dark side of the empire."

What were you thinking?

Ilancia opened her mouth.

For a moment, I was unable to answer.

The orders she received were very clear.

To assassinate Lawson.

Reclaim the Soul Stone.

To determine whether the "Golden Flame Holder" mentioned in the prophecy will threaten the future of the Ark.

If a threat is confirmed, eliminate him.

The Grand Elder and the Council of Prophets told her that this was a secret operation.

It's not war.

It was not an open conflict between the Ark and the human empire.

It was just a knife falling.

If the knife succeeds, the thread of fate will be severed.

If the knife fails, the Ark will not admit it.

But now, Lawson has captured them all.

He is the dark hand in charge of the empire.

He commands the Agrippina Sector, Vigilant Star, the Soul of Vengeance, the Battle Moon, the Voidclaw, warriors scattered throughout the Dark Side of the Imperium, and a group of Space Marine chapters that have just left Vigilant Star.

To assassinate him is tantamount to assassinating the core of the new dark order of the empire.

Ilancia suddenly realized that the Grand Elder had omitted something in his order.

They kept saying that Lawson was dangerous.

They repeatedly said that the Soul Stone must be retrieved.

It is repeatedly said that the combination of metal and fire will free the soul from the web of fate.

However, they rarely discuss what happens after an assassination attempt fails.

Or perhaps they did talk.

They just call that an acceptable risk.

But those who stand here now, with broken bones, locked soul stones, and watching their fellow countrymen's souls being swallowed by the Keepers of the Secrets, are not the prophets sitting in the Hall of Bones.

It was them.

is her.

Looking at her companions on the ground, and then at the pile of soul stones, Yilancia felt for the first time that the command she held was incomplete.

Lawson noticed her confusion.

He sat back down in the tactical chair and scoffed:

"You Spirit Race are truly a bunch of self-proclaimed elegant gamblers on fate."

"They succeeded in killing him, saying it was a sign of fate."

"The attempt to kill failed, and they said it was due to a local error."

His fingertips lightly tapped the armrest.

The soul stone, which was suspended in mid-air, slid another inch toward Ash.

The breaths of all the Eldar stopped simultaneously.

Just when they thought Lawson was really going to feed it to the Keeper of the Secret, the Soul Stone slowly stopped in front of Ilancia.

It hangs in mid-air.

The crystal, which should have had a soft, psychic glow, was now as murky as a star soaked in sewage.

Inside, there was a clump of thin black threads.

Those fine threads burrowed deep into the spiritual energy patterns within the soul stone, like living filth, parasitizing the remnant soul of the dead.

Ilancia's expression changed after just one glance.

She instinctively took half a step forward.

The living metal ring on his wrist tightened immediately, squeezing into the gap of the spirit bone wrist guard.

She didn't care about the pain.

"This soul stone..."

Several newly captured Eldar also looked over.

The sorcerer propped himself up and sat up, his gaze behind the mask fixed on the soul stone.

A moment later, his breathing became erratic.

For the Ark Eldar, having their Soulstones corrupted by Chaos is more cruel than having their corpses dragged out and whipped by the enemy.

Soul stones carry the souls of the dead.

If the Soul Stone is intact, the soul can avoid being devoured by the Thirsty Lady, return to the Ark's endless loop, and become part of the race's memory.

The experience of elders.

The warrior's fighting spirit.

The singer's melody.

The last words parents leave for their children.

The love, anger, sorrow, and obsession that linger after death may continue in another way in the endless cycle.

However, once a soul stone is corrupted by chaos, the soul within it will be subjected to prolonged torment.

There is no peace.

Unable to return.

They cannot truly die.

The remnant souls are repeatedly scraped by the blasphemous runes, their senses distorted by the filth of the warp. As the corruption deepens, their kin within the soulstone may even become playthings of demons, or be offered to Slaanesh, becoming a long, drawn-out scream.

Ilancia could almost sense the pain of the kinsman inside.

That's not a complete sentence.

Only the shattered consciousness collided deep within the Soul Stone.

help me.

Or kill me.

She couldn't tell the difference.

Ash stood behind Lawson, also staring at the soul stone.

The smile on her face was strange.

It's like seeing a dessert, but knowing that the owner doesn't allow it to touch it for the time being.

Lawson looked at Ilancia.

"Did you see it clearly?"