Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The mirror expanded, and a purplish-red light spread along the black pond.

"Lorson, how about we make a deal? Give her to me."

Slaanesh pointed at Isa.

"I can give you a hundred great demons."

In the mirror behind it, figures appeared one after another.

Some were draped in light gauze, their bodies so supple they seemed to have no bones.

Some even lack a stable form, constantly changing according to the viewer's most secret desires.

"Look, they each have their own unique characteristics, their own experience, and their own areas of expertise."

"They will know what you like, and they will also know what you yourself dare not admit you like."

"More docile than your keeper, more adept at pleasing than a thousand strings."

The demons in the mirror all lowered their heads, revealing smiles to Lawson that were either sweet, insane, or hungry.

"As long as you entrust the Goddess of Life to me, you will receive the ultimate enjoyment."

Lawson shook his head coldly: "Trade a hundred of your pet dogs for a real goddess? Did Tzeentch eat your brain?"

Slaanesh in the mirror laughed even more heartily.

"Rude."

"arrogant."

"It even carries a hint of deliberately hidden greed, which is really annoying."

Its form changed again.

The extra arms retracted into the body one by one, and the androgynous face gradually leaned towards womanhood.

Her waistline became softer, her bare feet trod on purple petals, and her long, flowing hair turned from black to silver.

Every step she took was aimed at resembling the image that most easily won over Lawson's heart.

But it was still just a little bit off.

That's not because Slaanesh couldn't do perfection.

Instead, it deliberately leaves a gap, making viewers want to possess it themselves.

"You think they're not enough? Fine, fine, I know you want me too."

Slaanesh approached the edge of the mirror and leaned forward slightly.

"Then I can grant your wish. I can give you anything the Goddess of Life can give you, and I'll be even better at it than she is."

It raised its hand and gently pressed its fingertips to its lips.

"Aren't you getting a little impatient?"

Looking at Slaanesh in the mirror, Lawson said coldly, "Have you forgotten what you even are?"

The golden flames on the Emperor's Sword grew ever brighter.

"Don't get involved, I find it dirty."

Slaanesh sighed softly.

"So clueless about romance, how boring."

"All the lives that reject me will eventually find that they have never rejected me, but their own desires."

You'll regret this!

Countless purple arms suddenly emerged from beneath the mirror.

They crossed the black pond, grabbing at Isa's ankles and hair.

As long as he encounters Isa, he can drag her into the Palace of Pleasure and devour her.

Isa was so frightened that she hid behind Lawson, her face pale.

Lawson was somewhat surprised; after all, he was a god of the Eldar, yet he was so timid in the face of Slaanesh.

He took a step forward, and the Emperor's Sword swung down.

Golden sword light swept across the pond.

At the very front, thousands of arms were severed simultaneously, spewing out screams and intoxicating aromas.

The black hole then amplified its gravity, drawing the remains and purple light into the accretion disk.

Slaanesh's projection shook violently, and a crack appeared on the mirror's surface.

But in the next instant, more arms poured out of the crack.

Just then, the entire Nurgle Garden suddenly sank downwards.

A roar came from the deepest part of the garden.

A black wave, hundreds of meters high, surged up in the pond.

The doors of Nurgle's Mansion swung open, and a will powerful enough to corrupt all things poured out from behind them.

The mirror behind Slaanesh began to vibrate.

Mold and pustules kept growing on the edges, and the gorgeous purple light was suppressed layer by layer by the sickly green.

Immediately afterwards, a vague will finally appeared amidst the roar.

"You've crossed the line, get out!"

Slaanesh's projection of hair flew back, and his magnificent body was also covered in large patches of decay under the impact of Nurgle's will.

The hundred great demons in the mirror collapsed one after another.

Slaanesh looked up at Nurgle's mansion, a smile on his face.

"Oh, the fatso is awake..."

"What I can't have, I won't leave to him!"

"Losen, take your little lover and get out of here. I'll find you in the real universe, hehe..."

PS: 10,000 words updated today.

Chapter 270 The Howling Spirit Clan

The mold spots on the mirror quickly spread.

Slaanesh's magnificent body began to rot from his ankles, and his skin was covered with countless pustules.

He laughed even more gleefully amidst the festering wounds, even waving a kiss to Lawson and Isabella.

The mirror shattered with a crash, and Slaanesh's will retreated.

The corrupt garden sank downwards.

The forest of rotting flesh, which had just been cut open by Lawson, closed up again.

The gates of Nurgle's Mansion swung open, revealing a massive shadow whose boundaries were indistinct.

The realm of reality that Lawson had created was shrinking.

The golden bubble, over a hundred meters in diameter, was being relentlessly pressed inward by the will of the entire garden.

Isa grabbed Lawson's sleeve and asked nervously, "He has sealed off the entire garden, and all connections to the real universe are disappearing. Can you still open the passage?"

She tried to remain calm, but her inner tension was still evident. She had waited for freedom for countless years, had just obtained a true divine body, had just donned the clothes from the real universe, and had not even truly seen a sky without plague.

If she were captured by Nurgle again, she knew very well what awaited her: a fate worse than death.

"Don't panic, I'm here."

Lawson snorted coldly, and the black hole projection suddenly collapsed inward, quickly condensing into a singularity the size of a fist, which hovered between him and Isa.

The garden is blocking all roads, so we won't take the path provided by the garden.

Static fields never depend on subspace routes, nor do they require the Corruption Garden to acknowledge the location of the real universe; all they need are coordinates.

Getting in is troublesome, but getting out is much easier.

The Emperor's Shield crashed heavily beneath their feet.

boom!

Golden ripples of reality spread along the ground, flattening all the corrupt rules within a ten-meter radius.

The Emperor's Sword then slashed down.

A straight golden line unfolded from the front of the sword's edge, forcefully cutting into the closing garden space.

A pale blue crack, only the width of a fingernail, appeared in the middle of the gold line.

The crack had barely appeared when it was squeezed from both sides by the will of Nurgle.

Lawson reached out and grabbed Isa's wrist.

"Come on, I'll take you home!"

Before Isha could answer, Lawson had already pulled her into his arms and stepped into a static state.

The next moment, Nurgle Manor and the shadow of corruption that covered the sky pressed down simultaneously.

Lawson and Isa have disappeared from the spot.

The power of Nurgle crashed into empty space, and the entire garden convulsed violently in fury.

The roar pierced through the domain.

Many of the Nurgle archdemons still attacking the Seventh Blackrock Fortress knelt down simultaneously, genuine fear appearing on their rotting faces.

Their loving father is angry.

Nurgle's anger this time was even greater than when the Emperor burned Nurgle's Gardens.

Last time, the emperor burned only the surface of the garden.

What Crosen dug up, however, was the heart of the garden.