Warhammer: Empire Reboot

From deeper within the forest of rotting flesh, a low, guttural laugh suddenly echoed.

"Humans..."

"You burned a child to death."

The dense green fog parted to both sides.

An even larger, more unclean being sat on a throne made of bones and sickbeds.

It is clearly not a newly born larva.

His massive body was covered in rusted chains, and seven small plague bells were embedded in his chest, which kept swinging. He held a giant scythe made from his spine in his right hand and a copper pot filled with black soup in his left.

Countless Nurgles poked their heads out from the folds of its body, laughing at Lawson.

"You are in good health."

"Your soul is also healthy."

The Great Impure One lowered his head and sniffed, a look of ecstasy appearing on his rotting face.

"Let your loving father see what it will be like when you get sick."

It suddenly overturned the copper pot.

The black broth transformed into an invisible shadow in the air.

The scenery around Lawson then changed.

The carrion forest, the swamp, and the sky have all disappeared, replaced by countless hospital beds.

There was a Lawson lying on each bed.

Some people had festering sores all over their bodies, some had deformed bones, some had their chest cavities hollowed out by maggots, and some had lost their human form, leaving only a constantly pulsating, rotting ball of flesh.

This is the future created by the plague.

If Lawson believes in either outcome, the disease will bypass the Emperor's Shield and appear directly in his body.

Tens of thousands of "Lossens" turned their heads at the same time.

"You are already infected."

"You just haven't discovered it yet."

"Stop it."

"Lie down."

"Accept the illness, and the pain will stop."

The hospital bed stretched out in all directions.

No matter which direction Lawson looked, the path to Isha had vanished.

The Great Impure One sat at the end of countless sickbeds, with a kind smile.

Lawson raised his head and sneered, "A mere trick!"

The black hole projection suddenly expanded.

The false future has no weight; the hospital beds begin to collapse, and one by one, the sick Lawsons burst like bubbles.

The seemingly endless ward was compressed into a narrow path, and the Great Impure One, hidden at the end of the illusion, revealed its true location for the first time.

The fourth plague bell on its chest had just been raised when the Emperor's Sword was already upon it.

The Great Impure One hastily wielded his giant scythe.

The sword blade clashed with the sickle.

Golden flames spread along the rusted weapon, and the giant scythe made up of countless spines only lasted a moment before breaking apart inch by inch in the imperial golden fire.

The Great Impure One opened his other hand, and a beam of grayish-white light, composed of the bone marrow of countless patients, shot out from his palm.

Lawson raised the Emperor's Shield and charged forward, bracing the beam of light.

The golden bubble of reality pressed into the corrupt realm surrounding the Great Impure One, crushing the unstable subspace rules around it layer by layer.

The great demon finally couldn't sit still any longer.

It rose from the throne of bones, its enormous body causing the entire forest to tremble.

A black hole appeared strangely behind it.

Gravity held that obese body in place.

The great unclean one's forward steps suddenly stopped, and the pustules on his back, chains, and swarms of filthy spirits were all sucked into the darkness.

The more it struggled, the stronger the tearing became on its massive body, and the laceration in its abdomen was gradually pulled open, revealing the mountain of rotting corpses inside.

Lawson had already rushed up to it.

A golden arc of light slashed diagonally upwards from the Great Impure One's left waist, pierced through his chest, and finally flew out from his right shoulder.

The great demon's massive body staggered along the sword marks.

Before his upper body even hit the ground, the Imperial Golden Flame had already completely ignited the cut.

“My loving father…”

The most unclean one wants to call upon the defiled.

Lawson swung his sword again, severing the head.

"Let Him come by Himself."

The head was engulfed by the golden flames as it fell.

The forest of rotting flesh that had been blocking their way finally split open.

Lawson, carrying the burning Emperor's Sword, walked through the ashes left by the two great demons.

Deep within the carrion forest, the road splits open once more.

There are no truly healthy lives here.

The entire garden is like a corpse that will never truly die.

It keeps decaying and growing.

Using rotten things will breed even more rot.

But at the edge of Lawson's psychic perception, there is one place that is different.

The entire decaying garden was a sickly green, except for that one direction, where a faint golden light was growing.

Like a tender sprout repeatedly submerged in black mud.

Every time a tender shoot breaks through the soil, it is devoured by plague.

Every time it withers, it will grow back again, never extinguished.

Lawson smiled.

Isa was right there!

Hundreds of roads are simultaneously pulled by gravity.

Lawson stepped onto the path.

The golden buds in the distance gradually became clearer.

The space ahead slowly cracked open, revealing the Grudge Mansion for the first time.

It was a massive building whose entirety could not be seen.

The walls were stitched together from layers of diseased skin, the windows resembled cloudy eyeballs, and black pus dripped continuously from the roof.

Countless chimneys spewed plague clouds into the sky, and in each plume of smoke, one could see a world on the verge of extinction.

Finally, a wall covered by countless vines appeared before Lawson's eyes.

Golden light shone through the gaps in the vines.

Lawson wielded the Emperor's Sword.

As the sword flashed, large swaths of decaying plants clinging to the wall burst into flames.

The wall was cleaved open.

Inside was a huge black pond.

In the pond, a slender figure floated above the black water.

It was Isa.

She was tall and slender, with long hair like golden river water flowing under the early spring sun, and skin so white it was almost transparent, revealing a pale golden radiance of life flowing within it.

That wasn't just beauty.

It's the first time a newborn baby opens their eyes.

It was the first seedling to sprout on the arid land.

It is also the courage of a race that chooses to continue to reproduce even when it is on the verge of extinction.

She represents all the beautiful life in the world.

But at this moment, that sacred body was covered with ever-changing signs of illness.

The black water in the pond kept injecting new diseases into her body.

Isa healed herself time and time again.

Each time a cure was completed, the pond recorded her method, which subsequently gave rise to more complex plagues.

This is how Nurgle truly imprisoned her.

An endless cycle of suffering.

Negro used Isa to verify the disease, and Isa used the power of life to cure it.

Nurgle then created even stronger diseases based on her healing methods.

Isa saw Lawson standing at the edge of the black pond, and she also saw the golden reality bubble protecting his body.

In this garden where even the air seemed to carry disease, the area surrounding Lawson, several hundred meters in diameter, was so clean it was almost unreal.