Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson looked at it: "You tried to ambush me just now."

“That’s a greeting,” Sarasien said softly, as if explaining a cultural difference. “Our etiquette is always more… intimate.”

"You also want to devour the spirit race here."

"That's instinct. Fish swim when they see water, and I get hungry when I see a soul. You won't blame a fish, will you?"

"You're going to kneel down and beg me now?"

On Sarasien's shattered face, the intact eye burned with an indescribable light, like the excitement of a gambler pushing all his chips onto the table.

"That's a choice."

Its body began to change.

The towering demon's form shrank, its four arms came together, and its bone spurs, long tail, blades, and deformed joints receded layer by layer.

The purple spiritual flames enveloped her body like a thin veil, and when they dispersed, she had transformed into a tall, slender humanoid woman.

Her black hair fell to her waist, and her purple eyes were like two dark gems.

The purple robe clung to her slender figure; she was taller than the Spirit Clan members, yet her physique was more voluptuous.

Their faces possessed an exquisite beauty that transcended the boundaries of both human and spirit race aesthetics.

She knelt before Lawson, tilting her head slightly upwards, her neck fully exposed.

"I swear by my real name."

She uttered a string of syllables with subspace weight.

The expressions of the surrounding prophets changed drastically.

Salasion continued, "I have been Lord's pet for ten thousand years. I obey his commands, am bound by him, and will never betray him. If I break my oath, my true name will turn against me, my body will shatter, and my soul will be forever bound."

When she said the word "pet," the curve of her lips wasn't one of humiliation.

It's enjoyable.

She had just been trying to persuade Lawson to betray Saim-Han, and even launched a sneak attack on Lawson's mental limbs.

Now, beaten to the point of near death, she shamelessly kneels down and begs for mercy. What's even more terrifying is that she doesn't seem to feel defeated at all.

She felt this was an upgrade.

Upgraded from "Vashtor's Temporary Mercenary" to "Losen's Pet".

In Slaanesh's logic, this is indeed an upgrade, because Losen is much more interesting than Vashtor.

Sarasien said softly, "The chains given by the strong are more beautiful than the offerings of the weak."

Lawson raised his hand.

Imperial gold and fire, living metal, and endogenous psionic energy merge in the palm of your hand.

Golden flames burned into a ring, living metal solidified into a skeleton, and psionic lines were embedded in it like a fine lock.

The collar is the same one Ash Velos wears around her neck.

Simultaneously locking onto the physical form, the True Name Oath, and the Warp Reflow.

Salasion looked at the thing, and a look of anticipation appeared in his eyes.

Lawson fastened the collar around her neck.

click!

The latch is closed.

Sarasien let out a muffled groan, his body trembling slightly.

Her physical form was completely locked down. From this moment on, she could no longer freely return to the subspace, nor could she easily escape Lawson's control.

She closed her eyes briefly the moment the collar was fastened.

When it opened its eyes again, the light in its purple pupils had changed, transforming from that of a fanatical gambler into that of a large, content feline that had just been collared.

"Thank you, Master."

Just then, the top brass of Saim-Han arrived at Broken Square.

Horace, Salosin Bloodwind, several clan chieftains, and the prophet Eloris appeared at the other end of the Spirit Bone Bridge with his guards.

They originally came to coordinate the allocation of war zones with Lawson.

But they just happened to see Lawson putting a collar on the great demon Slaanesh.

All the Eldar, from chieftains and prophets to ordinary warriors, stopped in their tracks.

They saw Lawson standing on the bone ground of Saim-Han, with the purple blood of the Slaanesh archdemon beneath his feet, and behind him, an army of humans slaughtering Chaos and the undead.

Before him, a Slaanesh knelt on the ground in the form of a human woman, wearing a golden collar around her neck, her expression... satisfied.

Eloris's face instantly turned ashen.

"We can't let her get away!"

“Slaanesh is not to be trusted! She will corrupt Saim-Han! She will betray us! She will devour our Soulstones!”

Lawson ignored him completely.

Sarasien chuckled softly.

She knelt beside Lawson, her collar emitting a faint golden glow, the shattered wounds slowly healing.

She turned her head to look at Eloris, her eyes filled with an extremely unsettling pity, as if she were watching an ignorant child crying and making a fuss in front of an adult.

"Are you reluctant to part with me? Dessert."

Eloris raised her staff in anger.

"Shut up, you demon!"

A burst of psionic light emanated from the tip of the staff. A concentrated psionic attack was aimed directly at Salathion.

Ilancia's expression changed: "Eloris, stop!"

Ilancia knew all too well the consequences of angering Lawson.

But Sarasien didn't know that he wouldn't listen to Ilancia.

In the rules of Sa'im-Han, killing the Slaanesh is the absolutely correct choice.

There is no need for a reason to destroy Slaanesh at any time, in any place, and under any circumstances.

This is a law etched into the very marrow of the Eldar.

The problem here is that Salasion is already kneeling at Lawson's feet, locked up by Lawson with a collar.

Eloris's attack was tantamount to bypassing Lawson.

It's like hitting Lawson's things in front of Lawson.

Before the psionic beam could even be fired, a heavily armored figure had already stepped in front of him.

Er Gou punched the middle of the staff.

The psionic beam was deflected and struck the nearby spirit bone wall, blasting out large cracks and spirit bone fragments.

Before Eloris could back away, Er Gou had already grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up with one hand:

"Old Bean Sprout, are you teaching my boss how to do things?"

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Chapter 222 First save lives, then save your own; the battle moon has arrived!!!

Er Gou's five fingers were gripping Eloris's neck, the pressure just right—enough to prevent her from uttering a complete sentence and not quite crush her trachea.

Eloris's staff hovered in mid-air, its psionic light already dissipated.

A Spirit Prophet was being carried like a chick by a human Sentinel, his toes rubbing meaninglessly twice on the Spirit Bone ground.

The surrounding Saim-Han warriors reacted almost simultaneously.

Twelve star dart guns, four psionic spears, and the shoulder-mounted weapons of two ghost guards were all aimed at Er Gou.

Above the Spirit Bone Corridor, three Void Riders hovered low in the air on their jet motorcycles, their onboard Star Darts locked onto his head.

Er Gou stood in the jungle of gun barrels, without even turning his head.

He doesn't care.

The three dogs had silently moved to the left rear of Lawson, and the rest of the Mastiff Guard spread out in a semi-circle, covering Lawson, Salasien, and Ilancia within their protective range.

All sounds in the square fell silent for a moment.

Lawson looked at the old patriarch Salosin Bloodwind at the other end of the Spirit Bone Corridor Bridge.

"Is this how your Eldar treats your life-saving reinforcements?"

Salosin Bloodwind stood among the clan leaders, his figure no longer as upright as in his youth, but his eyes were still very clear.

He glanced at Eloris, who was being held by Er Gou. At this moment, Eloris's feet were off the ground, his face was purple, and the psionic light on his staff had completely dimmed, making him look like a mouse being held by the scruff of its neck by a cat.

He then glanced at Salosin, who was kneeling at Lawson's feet. The Slaanesh even tilted its head slightly in Salosin's direction, making an expression that was somewhere between provocation and coquetry.

Salosin cursed Eloris's ancestors in his mind.

The Ark is still at war.

The chaotic landing pod was still slamming against the outer shell. The necromantic Gaussian rays were still burning through the spirit bone passage.

The lives of hundreds of millions of Saim-Han people hang on the line.

The prophet chose this critical juncture to bypass Lawson and attack the spoils Lawson had just acquired.

What timing! What judgment!

Salosin stepped forward, spreading his hands in a gesture of non-hostility used in formal diplomatic settings by Saim-Khan.

"Lord of the Seal."

"Eloris's actions do not represent the position of the Twelve Clans. Saim-Han thanks you for your assistance during this crisis."

Horace continued, "My riders and I fought on the outer perimeter for over nine hours. After your troops entered the fray, our casualty rate dropped by 70%."