Warhammer: Empire Reboot

His subspace projection began to shrink in the darkness.

Under normal circumstances, his projection is a black hole that can distort the structure of the subspace. Even if it is not fully manifested, it will cause the nearby psionic tides to collapse towards him.

But at this moment, the black hole did not expand; instead, it continued to compress inward, until finally only a black dot the size of a pinhead remained, suspended on Lawson's chest.

That is not a real material black hole.

Rather, it is a singularity seed formed by compressing all the information about Lawson's power, spirit, and physical body in the real universe.

This is also the optimal solution that has been derived countless times by the swarm optimization approach.

The Emperor's Sword and the Emperor's Shield surround the singularity, forming the innermost skeleton of reality.

Further out lies the layer of corruption that belongs to the filth.

The battle on the high platform continues.

Guilliman beheaded a Death Guard Plague Lord, and Er Gou grabbed the rotting head and hung it directly below Mortalian's head.

"Are there any capable fighters left in the Nurgle faction?"

"Motalian is waiting up there!"

Rotigos and Kugas were also enraged once again, and the green storm at the edge of the warp rapidly expanded.

A significant portion of the Corrupted Garden's power was drawn toward the Eye of Terror, and Nurgle's attention was also firmly held by Mortalian's corpse, the two loyal Primarchs, and the Deathguards who were constantly dying in battle.

This is the moment that Lawson has been waiting for.

The Seventh Blackstone Fortress's defense system operated according to the pre-arranged plan. When it was bombarded by a new round of corrosive torpedoes, it deliberately caused a slight fluctuation in the blackstone suppression on the outermost layer of the enclosed space.

The duration was less than one ten-thousandth of a second.

The stain of corruption reacted immediately.

It was like a trickle of pus seeping from a crack in the rock, silently captured by the automatic recycling rules of the decaying garden.

To the corrupt garden, this was merely a small, belated remnant.

This is exactly the ending it deserved.

Lawson deactivated the last layer of suppressive force field.

The mark of corruption trembled slightly.

The next moment, the homing force seized it.

The fragment of the soul trembled slightly, then, as if swept away by an invisible river, began to gradually fade from the real universe.

Reality began to fade away.

The outline of the Black Stone Room gradually blurred.

Lawson could sense that the Seventh Blackrock Fortress's anchor to him was weakening.

The normal physical body would have been torn apart at this stage, because there is no path between matter and subspace that allows flesh and blood to pass smoothly.

However, the singularity seed does not have a fleshy or bloody form.

It only retains all of Lawson's "answers" in reality.

All information is locked inside the singularity by the shield, preventing modification by the subspace.

The Emperor's Sword, on the other hand, maintains absolute stability.

Ensure that there is still a causal line inside the singularity that can return to the material universe.

Time began to lose its meaning.

Maybe a second has passed.

Several days may have passed.

There was no light or sound around, only countless fragments of demons flowing in different directions.

Lawson never deployed the black hole.

Even as several massive consciousnesses swept past nearby, he simply allowed the fragments of Mortarion to continue moving forward with the summoned power.

Finally, the surrounding darkness began to turn green.

At first, it was just a blurry color.

Soon, decaying forests, viscous rivers, and a low-hanging sky appeared in the green landscape.

Countless flies with human faces flew by, and the distant mountains rose and fell slowly like diseased internal organs.

The fragments of Mortarion's soul began to disintegrate.

It has arrived at its home.

The garden's rules are being implemented.

The singularity, hidden deep within, is about to be exposed.

The swarm mentality returned instantly.

Lawson opened his eyes.

Although "eyes" are not necessary in the warp, as consciousness awakens, the answers to reality preserved within the singularity begin to unfold anew.

Bones appear, flesh and blood regenerate, and armor covers the body.

The golden patterns on the Emperor's Shield lit up immediately, completely enveloping the newly reconstructed body.

Immediately afterwards, the Emperor's Sword was drawn.

boom!

PS: 10,000 words updated today.

Chapter 269 The Battle for the Goddess of Life

Lawson's body began to unfold again.

The dark gold armor closed, and the heavy boots truly set foot on the land of Nurgle Garden for the first time.

The soft ground sank under his weight, producing a series of squeezing sounds.

Countless milky-white maggots surged out of the crack. Some had baby-like faces, and some had transparent wings on their backs. As soon as they crawled out of the mud, they opened their toothless mouths and let out tiny laughs at Lawson.

The sky above was made up of layers of low-hanging green clouds, with huge shadows occasionally drifting slowly from behind them.

Rotten rainwater drips from wounds in the clouds, and mold quickly grows on the ground.

The mold then blooms into dark yellow flowers, with unformed demons curled up in the stamens.

There wasn't a single normal tree in the distant forest.

The trunk was a swollen, grayish-white fleshy column, its bark constantly cracking, from which thick pus oozed. Fruits, resembling diseased organs, hung from the branches; some were pulsating, others seemed to open their eyes in the wind, staring at passing flies and souls.

A wide river flows through the forest.

The river was filled with green pus, broken bones, and countless rotting tongues.

The tongues intertwined, chanting something repeatedly.

Occasionally, a bloated corpse would rise from the riverbed, only to be dragged back into the depths by countless flies as soon as it opened its mouth.

The arrival of Lawson silenced everything nearby.

The eyes on the tree trunk turned to him.

The tongue in the river shut its mouth.

Countless flies hovered in mid-air, their dense compound eyes reflecting the golden light from the Emperor's Shield.

The next moment, the entire forest screamed.

A sharp sonic boom erupted, stirring up pus, and the dense swarm of flies in the sky transformed into a blackish-green storm that pressed down on Lawson.

boom!

Golden flames rose along the blade.

Everything that rushed towards them turned to ashes in the flames.

The infiltration ends here.

The tiny black dot on Lawson's chest slowly detached from his armor.

Then, the black dots began to unfold.

The subspace projection of Lawson was revealed.

The Garden of Corruption originally had no real up, down, left, or right.

Here, rain can fall from the ground to the sky, rivers can bypass a tree and go directly into memories from thousands of years ago, and a mountain peak may seem to stand in the distance, but after taking a step, it may appear inside the body of the visitor.

Space is merely a manifestation of the will of the filthy.

Distance is just one form of despair.

But the moment the black hole unfolded, everything within a hundred meters of Lawson suddenly gained weight.

The first thing to change was the rain.

The rotting rain, which had been drifting diagonally towards the sky, stopped in mid-air, then, as if grabbed by an invisible giant hand, bent towards the darkness behind Lawson.

Immediately afterwards, the insect cloud, large enough to cover the city, suddenly collapsed.

The flies on the outer perimeter are still swarming toward Lawson, but those closer to the black hole have lost control and are being pulled into swirling black ribbons by gravity.

From a distance, it looks like a black sun tainted by plague.

The corrupt river water, which was spreading in all directions, suddenly changed direction and climbed from low to high.

The viscous river broke free of its riverbed, rising into the air along with the corpses, broken bones, and screaming tongues within, curving into a massive arc that swirls around the black hole.

The prayers uttered by those tongues turned into screams.

The corpse floating in the river tried to grab onto the banks, but as soon as its fingers dug into the rotting flesh and mud, its entire arm was torn off by gravity.

The trees closest to the black hole bend down first, their massive canopies appearing to kneel before some unseen monarch.

The trees further away also began to sway.