Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Isa supported her arm.

"stand up."

Ilancia stood up with the help of her strength.

Isa took her hand, and the life force flowed gently along the point where they touched.

"How is the Eldar race doing now?"

The excitement on Ilancia's face gradually subsided, and she lowered her head.

"very bad."

"The Ark World is constantly weakening, the population is decreasing, and there are not enough Soul Stones. Before many Spirit Race members are born, their parents have to consider whether they can prepare a complete Soul Stone for their child."

"The Lord of Pleasure has been waiting for our death."

“Every soul that dies without the protection of a soul stone will be devoured by Him.”

Isa sighed softly.

Ilancia looked up and glanced at Lawson.

“If it weren’t for the adults, our Saim-Han might be finished, and the Usvi Ark would have been wiped out as well.”

Isa didn't realize that Lawson had saved the Eldar more than once before.

The goddess of life thanked Lawson once again.

Lawson waved his hand: "There's no point in talking about this. Let me show you what needs to be done first."

The swarm network received the command.

Above Obolos III, a vast stasis delivery zone lit up simultaneously.

One million pregnant Eldar women from the Usvi Ark were transferred to this planet in batches from the Seventh Blackrock Fortress.

The pollution from the Bone Soul Realm has invaded their bodies and even affected unborn fetuses.

Lawson was able to suppress the pollution with the Black Stone in the past, but he was not confident that he could completely remove the subspace impurities that were already entangled with the life structure without harming the mother and the fetus.

Now, Isha is back.

These Eldar pregnant women stood blankly on the grass, wondering who was the first to recognize Isa.

Perhaps there is no need to identify it at all.

When that aura belonging to the Goddess of Life entered their souls, all the pregnant spirits understood who was standing in front of them.

Like the wind blowing across the grassland, one figure after another lay down on the ground.

At the same moment, a million pregnant women of the Spirit Clan knelt down and cried.

Some of them clutched their stomachs, some pressed their foreheads to the blades of grass, and some couldn't even make a complete sound, only calling out Isa's name over and over again.

An endangered race finally saw a mother who was still willing to respond to them.

"goddess……"

"Mother of Life..."

"You're really back..."

The sound of crying traveled from one end of the grassland to the other.

As Isha gazed at the million pregnant members of her tribe before her, her expression gradually changed.

She saw large areas of gray-black contamination lurking inside those women's bodies.

Pollution lingers in the blood, nerves, and soul, with some even passing through the mother's body and attaching itself to the unborn fetus.

Isa walked forward toward the Elven pregnant women, the hem of her white robe brushing against the grass.

A pale golden light of life emanated from her palm.

It transforms into a warm tide of light covering the entire grassland.

Golden threads flow along the mother's blood vessels.

Grayish-black impurities surfaced from the skin, turning into wisps of black smoke.

Before the black smoke could rise, it was decomposed by Isa's life light and transformed back into the most basic psionic dust.

The fetus in the mother's womb moved slightly.

The faint heartbeat stabilized.

Immediately afterwards, the tide of life swept over even more people.

The pollution in the bodies of one million pregnant Spirit Clan women was simultaneously purified.

A layer of gray-black mist rose from the entire grassland, then quickly dissipated in the golden light.

The contamination that plagued the Usvi Ark and left countless prophets and spiritual singers helpless was completely stripped away with a wave of Isa's hand.

Isa looked at the Eldar women lying on the grass, weeping, and tears welled up in her eyes as well.

"Children, get up."

"You and the life inside you are safe."

The cries on the grassland grew louder.

Ilancia stood beside Isa, covered her mouth, and tears streamed down her face again.

Lawson looked at the rapidly updating life data in the swarm network and smiled with satisfaction.

This trip to Nurgle Gardens was definitely worthwhile.

In the realm where life, soul, heredity, and reproduction truly intersect, Isa possesses an irreplaceable ability.

With her, many plans that could only remain in the simulation stage in the past can finally begin.

The moment the Goddess of Life purified millions of pregnant Spirit Clan women, an unexpected wave of energy spread throughout the galaxy along the Spirit Clan's bloodline.

The contract bracelet that Lawson placed on Isa concealed her divine coordinates in the warp, preventing the Lord of Pleasure from finding her directly by following the Eldar's divine aura like a hound smelling blood.

The bracelet isolates the enemy's gaze, not the connection between mother and child.

The pale golden life force cleansed the pollution of the Bone Soul Realm and also left a trace of Isa in the deepest part of her bloodline.

That mark was more like a call that had been dormant in the bloodline of the Spirit Race for tens of thousands of years.

Mother is back!

The first to react was Usvi Ark.

Deep within the Bone Soul Realm, the prophet Eloris was sitting in the Hall of Prophecy with dozens of Eldar prophets.

Thousands of soul stones are embedded in the dome, their interiors glowing with the faint light left behind by the ancestors of Usvi throughout history.

The wounds left by the pollution of the Bone Soul Realm have not yet been fully healed.

After more than a million pregnant Eldar women were sent to the Seventh Blackrock Fortress, people inside the Ark waited for news every day.

The prophets kept predicting the future, but could only see vast blank spaces obscured by the power of the black stone.

Just as Eloris was trying to probe her consciousness into the tributary of fate once again, the first Soul Stone on the dome lit up.

The golden light, like a tide rising from the depths of the Bone Soul Realm, rapidly spread along the Spirit Bone Dome.

The consciousness of countless ancestors rose from their slumber.

A warmth that transcends life and death travels throughout the entire Bone Soul Realm, reaching the soul of every member of the Usviling Clan.

Eloris heard the crying.

At first, he thought it was because some young prophet couldn't withstand the psionic shock.

But soon he discovered that the crying was coming from all directions.

The prophet in the hall was weeping.

The guardian behind the wall of spirit bones is crying.

The Bone Singer, responsible for maintaining the Bone Soul Realm, knelt in the passage, his shoulders trembling violently.

Even those ancestors who had long lost their physical bodies and could only exist by relying on soul stones and fearless spirit bones let out long, low sobs in the Bone Soul Realm.

Eloris must not cry, for he is a prophet!

He wanted to maintain his dignity!

But when he turned his head, he saw that the great prophet Karaden was also crying, so he stopped trying to hold back, knelt down, pressed his forehead heavily against the altar, and wept bitterly.

“Isa…”

"Mother of Life..."

"You're finally back!"

The dozens of prophets around were already weeping, some crying out, others repeatedly striking the sacred bone with their foreheads.

The sound of crying spread rapidly inside the ark.

The guardians responsible for defense laid down their weapons, the Avengers who were training removed their helmets, the spirit bone craftsmen stopped working, and even the ordinary spirits at the lowest level responsible for clearing the energy channels knelt down the moment they sensed that life force.

They didn't know where Isha was, but they could sense the direction.

It was as if a sun, visible only to the Eldar, had appeared in that direction.

Countless Usvilings fell face down in the same spot, their tears gathering into tiny watermarks along the spirit bone ground.

It's been tens of thousands of years.

Since the birth of the Lord of Pleasure, the Eldar pantheon collapsed, and the Eldar Empire was destroyed by its own desires, they have no right to call upon their own gods.

Kane is broken, the Laughing God hides in the net, and Death has not yet truly awakened.

The other gods were devoured by Slaanesh, becoming food and playthings in the Palace of Pleasure.

Only Isha is still alive and well.

She is the true mother in the Elven mythology who created life and protected its reproduction; she is the one who watched over the growth of this race long before the Elven learned arrogance.

But she was captured by Nurgle.

For countless millennia, no ark has been able to save her, and no prophet has ever dared to truly cross the Garden of Corruption.