Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Against the backdrop of the Sea of ​​Souls, the two present an extreme visual and energetic contrast.

The sun releases, the black hole devours.

The beacon of order, and the singularity of annihilation, hang side by side above the abyss of chaos.

Lawson's logical center immediately sounded the alarm.

The warp is the domain of the four Chaos Gods and a breeding ground for demons.

It appeared abruptly in the form of a black hole. Although it was tiny, its ability to absorb everything was too conspicuous in terms of energy detection.

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A thought crossed my mind.

The subspace view is cut off.

The furnishings of the governor's office, the feel of the mahogany table, and the air he breathed in took over his senses again.

Lawson found himself panting heavily.

It wasn't because of physical exertion, but because of an instinct from the depths of the soul.

It's like the first breath a landlubber takes after diving into the deep sea for the first time.

In the subspace, the slowly rotating tiny black hole also disappeared within Planck time as he departed.

It left no trace of energy collapse and did not cause any spatial ripples.

Black hole form?

Lawson reviewed the Empire's knowledge reserves regarding psionic mutations.

There is no record of any human subspace projection appearing as a singularity.

He analyzed the mechanism.

The Imperial Think Tank, the Star Speakers, and the Navigators—their souls are passively anchored in the warp.

Like a lone boat on the sea, or a torch burning in the darkness.

They remained there, radiating light and heat, constantly facing the risk of being swept away by the storm or attracting the gaze of demons.

But he was different.

His subspace nature is not a constant projection in the traditional sense. It is a special switching mechanism between the physical world and subspace.

It devours when it manifests and disappears when it hides.

When he voluntarily enters the subspace, the system conceptualizes his existence as a final singularity, and performs devouring and observation.

When he left, the singularity was erased directly from the data plane of the subspace.

Come whenever you want, leave whenever you want.

The warp power he uses daily is essentially the intrinsic psionic energy of the swarm mind. When he invokes this power in the real universe, his coordinates do not exist in the warp.

Even if he deliberately enters the subspace, he can instantly sever all contact and completely hide if he encounters a threat from a higher-level entity.

In the Warhammer universe, almost all psykers live in fear.

Their souls are the blood that warp demons can always smell.

But Lawson is different.

He has the ability to unplug the network cable at any time.

This allowed him to gain psychic power while avoiding the most fatal cost of being a psychic.

Lawson gathered his thoughts and recalled the cold, white-gold sun that occupied half of his field of vision.

Cold, white-gold, and immensely large.

The features match perfectly.

The Star Torch, the Emperor's projection in the warp.

Lawson confirmed the identity of the sun.

This also explains why the sun did not react negatively when he appeared—his genetic sequence and the underlying code of his soul still belonged to the human camp.

According to Star Torch's assessment, he was not an enemy.

But Lawson knew that this tacit approval was not the same as support.

Throughout the history of empires, too many people who thought they were under the emperor's protection eventually discovered that the emperor never protected anyone; he only protected the human species.

Lawson closed his eyes.

Return to subspace.

Reality is stripped away once more, and the black hole reappears next to the platinum sun.

Lawson, in the form of a black hole, sent a targeted mental wave toward the sun.

He was speaking standard Imperial Gaugothic.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

The wave traveled on and disappeared into the sunlight.

The sun hung silently, its platinum-gold light remaining constant, without any fluctuations in energy, in absolute silence.

Lawson sent another wave.

"Your Majesty, I have a question for you. Do you recognize me? Do I seem familiar to you?"

Lawson was testing whether the Emperor had brought him to this universe.

If so, even if he were in a black hole state now, the Emperor should still be able to recognize him.

One second, ten seconds. One minute.

The cold, platinum-gold sun continued to output energy, suppressing the distant subspace storm.

There was no answer, no divine intervention, and no form of interactive feedback.

Lawson adjusted his mental frequency.

He experimented with the slang of the lower empires and even sent several languages ​​from his previous life on Earth.

The cold sun remained completely unresponsive.

Lawson stopped sending the message.

With the Emperor's god-like subspace perception, he could definitely receive the fluctuations emanating from the singularity, which was right next to him.

I heard it, but ignored it.

I've read your message but won't reply, yet I tacitly allow it to remain unread.

Lawson defined the current interaction state.

He was not disappointed.

The Emperor's consciousness may have already shattered into millions of pieces, and is now battling against the four Chaos Gods in a much larger dimension.

Or perhaps, the emperor simply doesn't care about the strange mutation that a lowly human being might have.

Unless this mutant joins the Chaos faction, it is like a speck of dust in the starlight, not worth paying attention to.

For Lawson, this was actually the best outcome.

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The black hole disappeared.

Lawson returned to the real world.

Having confirmed his concealment mechanisms in the warp and the Emperor's tacit approval, Lawson cleared up his last remaining psychological concerns.

He now has three layers of safety net.

In the real universe, endogenous psionic energy does not touch the warp and is not anchored by the four gods.

In subspace, his black hole form can be instantly concealed.

The Emperor's Starlight, at least for now, does not pose a threat to him.

In this messed-up universe, this is the safest situation a psyker could hope for.

He sat back in his seat and brought up the system's resource statistics panel.

Data are as follows:

Ultimate Space Debris Demolition Operation: 215 million Life Points Acquired.

The suicide squad battles the Greenskins on the surface of the hive and subsequent cleanup: 55 life points.

Current life points: 270 million.

Current steel reserves: approximately 32 cubic meters.

His vast resource base allowed him to carry out a deep upgrade of the military structure.

In preparation for the upcoming complete domination of planets and the potential for higher-level threats such as the Chaos Space Marine Chapter and the main Zerg forces, the lower-level ordinary Death Knights have already shown shortcomings in individual combat skills.

The quality of an army is more important than its quantity.

Lawson brought up the troop organization panel.

First, the sharp blade is re-tempered.

Forty-five members of the White Tiger team.

They were the core of Lawson's operations on the battlefield, carrying out decapitation strikes and assaults.

Currently, their basic physical fitness level is at the platoon leader level, equivalent to an ordinary Astartes without armor.

Combined with the White Tiger Power Armor, which is modified from living metal, its combat power is already very strong.

But being very strong is not enough.

Forty-five Class A suicide soldiers were promoted to the rank of company commander.

[Genetic Baseline Leap Forward - Suicide Squad Leader Level]

Based on the existing platoon leader level, the resource price difference needs to be made up.