Warhammer: Empire Reboot

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Lawson clenched his fist.

The claw blades retracted.

The air was compressed, creating a fine ripple.

He raised his hand and lightly swiped at a piece of test gold armor plate next to him.

The heavy armor plate split open in the middle.

The break was so clean it looked as if it had been severed by space itself.

Er Gou's eyes lit up.

"Boss, these claws look much better than before."

Three dogs looked at the claw blade.

"The lethality has increased."

The swarm projection lights up from one side.

"The weapon structure has undergone irreversible modification."

"The original storm bomb component has been converted into a gold fire ballistic interface, which can use special bombs, living metal cores and purified ammunition."

"The claw blade possesses a triple effect: cutting through reality, burning the soul, and destroying the chaotic structure."

"Speculation: It can deal high-level damage to demons, chaos space marines, and heavily armored targets."

"Additional note: This weapon has an extremely high compatibility with the host's current genetic base, mechanical limits, and Imperial Golden Flame permissions."

Lawson moves his fingers.

Horus's Claw is different from the Angron Battle Axe.

Battle axes are suitable for frontal slashing.

With sweeping, powerful strikes, one blow crushes the enemy's bones, shields, armor, and will.

Horus's Claw is best suited for close-quarters tearing.

Grab, grab, tear, crush.

When used in close combat, this thing becomes a more brutal hand than any power punch.

With his left hand, he cleaved through the enemy ranks with his battle axe.

Its right claws tore apart nearby targets.

These two original artifacts actually complement each other.

One came from Angron, and the other from Horus.

The weapons left behind by the two rebellious Primarchs are now in Lawson's hands, which he uses to kill Chaos.

If this news gets back to the Warp, it'll probably make a bunch of traitors so angry their blood pressure will spike to the throne.

Er Gou stared longingly at Horus's Claw.

Lawson glanced at him.

"Don't bother looking, you can't use it."

Er Gou chuckled.

"Boss, I just want to take a look."

Lawson sheathed his claws.

"This thing was modified by the Emperor to fit my structure."

"If you put it on, you're essentially sending yourself into the weapons as fuel."

Er Gou said with a hint of regret, "That's such a pity."

Lawson smiled.

"Not urgent."

"I'll snag you an even better one next time."

Er Gou immediately grinned.

"Good boss!"

Aoqi whispered from the side:

"Second brother likes claws?"

Er Gou glared at him: "What do you know? A man should have a big paw. Whoever he grabs will be crushed, how impressive is that?"

San Gou said calmly:

"You're suited for a hammer."

Er Gou angrily retorted, "Are you calling me brainless?"

Lawson couldn't be bothered to listen to their arguing.

Consciousness sank into the black hole once again.

The black hole projection returned to the depths of subspace.

The cold sun still burns there.

Looking at the ball of golden fire, Lawson's tone became much more sincere.

"The product is good."

"The old man's skills are still top-notch."

Horus's Claw is now in hand.

The original artifact, reforged by the Emperor himself, is enough to make this "visit to the old man" worthwhile.

But Lawson never complains about getting more.

Especially now, the Eldar have suddenly jumped out and stabbed us in the back.

Those pointy-eared people think they're on the upper hand of fate, daring to decide who should die and who should be sacrificed with just a few fragments of prophecy.

Lawson had no intention of reasoning with them.

Before trying to reason with them, you have to let them know that you also have a knife in your hand.

Moreover, the knife can be used to stab where they fear most.

The Net Path, Soul Stones, Slaanesh.

These three things are enough to make the Eldar of the Ark jump out of their meditation chairs.

Lawson looked at the cold sun.

"It's not enough to just build me a new weapon."

"Recently, the Elven race has been causing trouble again; they want to assassinate me."

Jin Huo jumped lightly.

It was as if they heard it, but they were too lazy to comment.

Lawson continued:

"You should know better than I do about the problems with these pointy-eared people."

"Some people see only a glimpse of a prophecy and think they have the whole situation under control."

"When you stab someone, you call it maintaining your fate; when someone catches you in the act, you start talking about the survival of your race."

Lawson's consciousness acted like a silent gravitational pull, distorting the surrounding golden flames.

"I need to be able to control their methods."

"You must have a lot of Net Path fragments, right?"

The cold sun remained silent, and Lawson paid it no mind.

He continued:

"I don't need you to just hand me the Internet key."

"If you had a truly stable internet connection back then, you wouldn't be in this situation now."

That statement is somewhat offensive.

But he spoke so naturally that the emperor remained silent.

Lawson knew that the Human Network Project was one of the most crucial components of the Emperor's Old Terra Project.

If that project succeeds, humanity will no longer have to risk their lives on warp travel, nor will they have to rely on navigators, star speakers, and those stormy sea lanes that could lead fleets to hell at any moment.

But things failed.

The golden throne has become a coffin.

The emperor sat down.

He could sit there for ten thousand years.

Lawson had little interest in mocking the matter.

The empire is still alive largely because the corpse sitting on the throne is still burning.

But when it comes to asking for something, he won't be polite.

"The Golden Throne, the Web Project, the Old Terra Project—don't tell me you didn't leave any information behind."

"I need a direction."

How to identify a stable entry point?

How to determine network contamination.

"How can we determine whether a certain entrance is a natural remnant, maintained by the Ark, modified by the Dark Eldar, or gnawed by Chaos?"