Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Finally, a ray of pure light flowed out from the other side of the black hole.

It was as pure as the life force emanating from the first seed in the universe when it hatched.

As if summoned, the golden-white life force bypassed Lawson's body and converged on Isa.

All the power that entered the divine body has been decomposed by the black hole, purified by the imperial golden fire, and then rewoven by Isa's own life power.

The first bone took shape in the light.

Muscles, meridians, and blood grow along the bones.

Golden-white life energy gathered within her body, transforming into blood as clear as the morning sun.

When the heart beat for the first time, the entire pond trembled.

Wherever the ripples passed, the pustules and rotten eyeballs floating in the water shattered, briefly recovering into the most basic life energy, and then turning into countless points of light that rose into the sky.

Isa's body continued to solidify.

Fair skin covered with flesh and blood.

Her long, golden hair grew from her back, like a river illuminated by the morning light, cascading down her shoulders and back.

As the divine body gradually became complete, the surrounding decaying garden also underwent a brief transformation.

The grayish-white, rotting trees by the pond stopped oozing pus, and a layer of real green sprouted from beneath their cracked bark.

Tender leaves unfurl from withered branches, and clear water flows through their veins.

The seeds, which were originally hidden under the mud, broke through their shells, and small white flowers bloomed on the edge of the pond.

In just a few breaths, a ring of spring appeared around the black pond.

But this is, after all, Naughty Garden.

Corrupt forces from further afield soon arrived.

That brief spring is being swallowed up again by the garden.

The black hole spun faster and faster, and more and more golden bands appeared, like countless rivers of life flowing rapidly around the black sun.

Isha's divine body is also nearly complete.

The ball of the foot lands.

Long hair has stopped growing.

The last wisp of golden-white divine power merged into her eyes.

Isa descended from above the black pool, her bare feet landing on the real-world area created by the Emperor's Shield.

Her body was completely redefined by her own divinity, so pure that it almost did not belong to this universe.

With each breath she took, a faint life force spread around her.

Tender shoots sprouted from the cracked ground.

Lotus leaves float on the murky water.

Those plants could only last a short while before being corroded again by the Nurgle Garden, but at least with Isa, life briefly reclaimed its rightful form.

Lawson glanced at her.

He then took out a large white robe from the armory and casually tossed it over.

"Put it on."

Isa caught it instinctively.

She looked down at the clothes in her hands, then looked up at Lawson.

The robes were just basic clothing commonly worn by Imperial researchers. They were undecorated and not particularly exquisite, but the fabric was clean and carried the feel of normal textiles from the real universe.

It's just a piece of clothing.

Isa draped the robe over her shoulders and tightened the belt around her waist.

The loose fabric of her clothes covered her divine body, making her appear less aloof and more real, as if she had just escaped from her cage.

Her gaze toward Lawson softened with warmth.

"Go back with me."

Lawson grasped her wrist, and with his other hand raised the Emperor's Shield.

The coordinates of the stasis field began to unfold within the reality bubble, and an extremely thin, silvery-white crack appeared ahead.

But just as the crack expanded to half a meter wide, an indescribable force suddenly extended from the depths of the garden.

Lawson felt his arm suddenly become heavy and he couldn't drag it anymore.

It was as if Isha was no longer a newly formed divine body, but had become an entire planet.

The static cracks then twisted.

Isa’s expression changed, and she said in a panic, “Lord of Pleasure has arrived.”

Lawson sensed it too.

A fragrance appeared in the air.

In the middle of the still, black pond, a thin, long crack suddenly appeared.

The pool water parted on its own, revealing a mirror hidden underneath.

All the decay and disease around them, once reflected in the mirror, were automatically transformed into a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

A hand emerged from the mirror.

Her arms were slender and long, her skin was so white it was almost transparent, but her five fingers were all different.

Hold the edge of the mirror with your palm.

Then, a figure slowly stood up from the mirror.

It cannot be definitively identified as male or female.

Broad shoulders and a slender waist.

One side of her chest is flat, while the other side has a feminine curve.

Her long, slender legs stepped onto the mirror, and with each step she took, a purple flower composed of a tongue and petals bloomed beneath her feet.

More arms spread out from behind.

Slaanesh, or at least a portion of Slaanesh's will projected into Nurgle Garden.

Lawson was indeed somewhat surprised.

This is the core domain of the god of corruption.

Even other chaotic evil gods cannot arbitrarily extend their power into this area.

Surprised?

The mirror, the pond, the flowers, even the dead flies on the ground, all spoke at the same time.

The thousands of sounds layered together were surprisingly pleasing to the ear.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't break into that fat man's house."

It raised a finger and gently pointed it at Isa.

"She opened the door."

The divine body that had just been formed on Isa trembled slightly.

A wisp of almost imperceptible purple light emerged from the depths of her soul.

When Slaanesh was born, he almost devoured the entire Eldar pantheon. He has a natural perception and attraction to all Eldar divinity.

In the past, this connection was heavily obscured by Nurgle Garden.

Nurgle hid Isha in the deepest part of his own domain, both as a form of imprisonment and to prevent Slaanesh from continuing to devour her.

Klorson severed the Nurgle mark with the Emperor's Sword, allowing Isha to reassemble her complete divine form.

The divinity of the goddess of life was exposed for the first time without any concealment.

In addition, the Imperial Flame, the Black Hole Projection, and the Reality Bubble have already torn a wound inside the Nurgle Garden.

Slaanesh immediately seized the opportunity, using the slight rift created by Lawson to project his gaze and a portion of his will over it.

That mirror was one of His eyes, which He had taken refuge in the Garden of Nurgle.

"What a touching reunion."

Slaanesh looked at Isa, his smile widening.

"I've been looking for you for so long, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

Isabella said coldly, "You want to devour me."

Slaanesh looked as if he had heard extremely vulgar words, and a hurt expression appeared on his face.

“Darling, that’s called becoming one.”

“You will enter into me, and I will enter into you. Your life, your memories, your pain, will all become part of our eternal joy.”

As it spoke, it looked at Lawson.

"And you, Lawson."

When Seneca uttered his name, his tone was like the tip of his tongue slowly gliding over a favorite object.

"The Dark Side Master of the Empire".

“I keep my secret guardian in reality, and I also keep Salasien Qianxian by my side.”

“You take my children, use them, command them, but you never truly taste what I can give you.”

Lawson stared coldly at this part of Slaanesh's body that was formed from his will, and gripped his sword tightly.

He never underestimated these evil gods.

Slaanesh was unperturbed by his coldness.

It took a step forward.