Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The combined attack of the two great demons collided with the spiritual energy field barrier formed by the resonance of billions of nodes around Lawson.

It was like two waves crashing onto the dam.

Not even a splash could be made.

Ash gritted her teeth and switched between three attack modes: direct charm, fear projection, and pain erosion, all of which were blocked by the force field barrier.

She even tried to approach Lawson with the most primitive physical charge, but was knocked to the ground by the psionic field like a fly being swatted when she was two kilometers away from Lawson.

Qianxian fared even worse; her soul's string sound was immediately silenced upon entering Lawson's psionic range.

The psionic field forcibly smoothed out the subspace fluctuations, and Qianxian's proud Soul Resonance Technique was like a speaker whose power had been cut off in the face of the laws of physics.

Enraged, she unleashed twelve different Slaanesh spells in succession, each of which was crushed to dust by the psionic barrier a kilometer away from Lawson.

Finally, Lawson yawned.

An idea.

The two great demons were simultaneously grabbed by the psionic field, flipped three times in mid-air, and then arranged into strange poses in various ways. Ash was hung upside down and spun around five times, while Thousand Strings was folded into the shape of an imperial eagle emblem.

"Want to come again?" Lawson asked.

Ash hung upside down in mid-air, her long purple hair sweeping across the ground.

Her expression changed from initial anger to bewilderment, and from bewilderment to something indescribable.

"One more time...one more time." The Keeper's voice trembled slightly, but he seemed to be enjoying it.

Although Chizuru was not comfortable in the position of being folded into an eagle emblem, the expression on her face was more complicated than Ash's.

Slaanesh's pupils turned into hearts.

"Master," Qianxian pleaded tremblingly, "Could we... change positions? That upside-down, rotating position... felt really special."

Lawson threw them both to the ground at the same time.

"abnormal."

"Thank you for the compliment," the two great demons said in unison.

The experience of being completely dominated by a more powerful being with no room for resistance is the ultimate sensory stimulation for Slaanesh believers.

The stronger Lawson became, the more excited they were.

Moreover, this excitement sparked an internal competition that left Lawson both amused and exasperated.

Beyond psionic power, another change is even more profound.

Lawson's consciousness sank into the depths of the subspace, gazing upon his own essence, the black hole suspended in the void.

Four years ago, it was only the size of a millstone.

Now, it has swelled to the size of an Imperial main battle tank.

The pitch-black sphere slowly rotated in the subspace, its edge distorting the surrounding void at the edge of the event horizon.

Its gravitational field is dozens of times stronger than it was four years ago. The surrounding subspace matter, those chaotic remnants, fragments of souls, and aftershocks of emotions, are captured by gravity and slowly fall into the black hole along a spiral trajectory, turning into pure energy.

Deep within the core of the black hole, the golden flame bestowed by the Emperor is also growing.

It has now swelled to the size of a basketball.

Golden light emanated from inside the black hole, outlining a warm golden halo around the edge of the event horizon.

Like a sun embedded in the darkness.

Lawson's consciousness gazed ahead.

Not far away was a cold and magnificent golden sun.

Lawson habitually moved a little closer.

Then he felt a pushing force.

A gentle but firm thrust came from the direction of the star torch, gently pushing his black hole backward a short distance.

Lawson moved forward again.

The thrust reappeared, this time more clearly.

The light from the star torch created a subtle ripple as it approached the black hole in Lawson.

The emperor pushed him away.

Lawson recalled that four years ago his black hole was only the size of a millstone, and the Emperor did not show any discomfort.

Now that the black hole has grown to the size of a tank, the Emperor is starting to feel uncomfortable.

This makes sense.

The essence of a black hole is gravity.

It can warp spacetime in the physical universe, and it can also warp psionic fields in the subspace.

A subspace black hole the size of a tank floats near the Starfire, which will inevitably cause some disturbance to the precise psionic balance maintained by the Emperor.

Just like a magnet near a precision instrument, the magnet itself is not malicious, but its presence is a source of interference.

Lawson wisely stepped back, maintaining a safe distance that prevented Star Torch from pushing him further.

He had mixed feelings.

As his power grows, the Emperor needs to maintain an even greater distance from him.

Like two stars, if they get too close, their gravitational fields will tear each other apart.

After his consciousness returned to reality, Lawson stood on the balcony of the Dominion for a while.

The growth of a black hole presents another practical problem: one must be extremely cautious when using its energy.

Previously, he projected a black hole over Agrippina to drain the chaotic poisonous cloud, which was spectacular, but the impact on the surface was controllable.

Now, if he were to project even a full-power black hole onto the surface of a planet, the gravitational tides could directly tear apart the crust of the surrounding tens of kilometers.

Lawson would never allow something like cleaning up a patch of sky polluted by chaos to accidentally drag half a nest underground.

So he learned fine motor control.

It's like someone strong enough to crush a steel beam with their bare hands trying to use those same hands to pick up an egg.

Every time he uses black hole projection, Lawson carefully calculates the output power, coverage area, and duration to ensure that the influence of the gravitational field is strictly limited to the target area and does not harm innocent people.

This actually improved his control precision to a new level.

Previously, it was all about bold and unrestrained movements; now it's about controlled and flexible actions.

Lawson turned off his psionic perception, reopened the swarm log, and casually browsed through the recent system records.

An inconspicuous automated push notification caught his attention.

[Subspace Energy +3]

He flipped forward.

[Subspace Energy +3]

Turn it over again.

[Subspace Energy +3]

This log entry appears every few hours and has been going on for a long time.

Lawson reviewed the records and found that this automatic growth had started at least two years ago.

The black hole rotates continuously in the subspace, naturally absorbing the subspace energy wandering around it during the rotation.

The aftershocks from the battles of the Chaos Gods, the remnants released when dead souls dissipate, and the debris stirred up by warp storms.

The threads are tiny and insignificant, only three points at a time.

But it is continuous.

It operates around the clock and year-round.

Although it's a small amount, it's purely passive income.

He earns money even while lying down.

Lawson closed the logbook, a slight smile curving his lips.

The two big demons have been performing well lately, clearing away many obstacles for him.

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Calandra-III, the Pinnacle Zone.

This hive has been integrated into the bee colony system for less than three months.

The foundational sequence has completed the administrative takeover of the middle and bottom nests, restored rations, stabilized public order, and is operating according to standard procedures.

The nobles in the upper echelons also outwardly cooperated.

They relinquished command of their private armies, opened their family accounts, and signed the takeover documents from the lord. Each one was all smiles, each one utterly subservient.

Then the Bi'an battle group discovered the anomaly.

During a routine audit, the Bureau of Justice, Section 44, noted that three of the seven major families in the Tower District had unreasonable peaks in their nighttime energy consumption.

These peaks are concentrated between 2 a.m. and 4 a.m., and the locations point to private art galleries or meditation rooms in the basements of the family mansions.

Duan Yu is all too familiar with this pattern.

He reported it to Lawson.

Lawson glanced at the data and gave a two-word instruction: Unleash the dogs.

Half an hour later, two static force fields were activated above the top of the Calandra-III tower.

Ash Velos and Salathion Thousand Strings have arrived.

The two Slaanesh demons landed in human form.

Ash wore a well-tailored dark dress, her long purple hair styled in a high bun, making her look like a reserved imperial noblewoman. Qianxian, on the other hand, wore a purple veil, her long hair flowing freely, her bare feet on the marble floor, resembling a free-spirited artist.

They all wore collars made of living metal and imperial gold, which were faintly visible under their collars.

Duan Yu was waiting for them at the door.