Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Forest walks allow him to traverse physical distances through the mystical power of the Kaliban Forest, moving from one forest to another.

This ability is powerful, but not stable enough.

He has never been able to fully understand the underlying principles.

Karamok and the entire Mandela Squad were precisely the most suitable research material.

The Lion King walked up to the Shadow Lord and grabbed Karamok by the hair.

Lawson loosened his grip slightly.

Karamok's body was forcibly dragged back to reality from the shadow realm.

He was still unable to resist.

The Lion King then ordered his warriors to bring the black stone chains and string the nearby Mandras together one by one.

These monsters, capable of moving through the shadows and terrifying countless people in the human world, were now being carried in the Lion King's hand like a string of reptiles dragged out of a cave.

"It is indeed very valuable."

The Lion King hung the Heart of Night on the side of his belt with satisfaction, put away the Shadow Key, and dragged Karamok and dozens of Mandelas away.

Guilliman watched his retreating figure and reminded him, "Why don't you check if those devices are traps first?"

The Lion King didn't even turn his head: "The one who holds the seal has already removed it."

Lawson turned to the Bixie battle group behind him.

"The High-Ranking Governor, Blood Gate Master, Web Cutter, and Dark Light Engineer will all remain."

"Extract memories, examine techniques, and send those with valuable information from the brain, alive, to the cloning area for cloning."

"A worthless ordinary soldier..."

As he said this, he glanced at Qianxian, who was already licking his lips.

"Give it to them."

The Dark Eldar know best what would happen if they fell into the hands of Slaanesh's creations.

This made their despair all the more intense.

Someone attempted to trade Comoros intelligence for their own death.

Some people would rather reveal all of Victor's plans than be handed over to the two Slaanesh archdemons.

Qianxian followed behind the group, smiling broadly.

Nearly a thousand Comorian elites were quickly categorized and dealt with.

The crystal greenhouse returned to quiet.

The blood on the ground was sucked up by cleaning drones, and the damaged plants were able to stretch their leaves again with the help of an automatic irrigation system.

Isabella straightened her skirt and came to stand in front of Lawson.

She clasped her hands together and bowed gracefully to Lawson.

"Thank you for your advance arrangements, sir. Without you, I might have ended up in another prison."

Lawson accepted the greeting without hesitation.

He glanced at the soft couch, which had been restored to its original state.

There's something I need to explain first.

"The lines in the surveillance footage just now, especially the parts about serving the emperor, having a hundred children, and repeatedly restoring the body with the power of life... were all added by those two great demons themselves, and do not mean that those lines came from the script I wrote."

Isa glanced at the now-closed passageway.

Qianxian's laughter could still be faintly heard from afar.

A very vivid smile appeared on her face.

"I know, it's okay."

Ilancia stood behind Isa, seemingly aware of something, her gaze quickly shifting between the two.

Lawson's lips slowly curled into a smile: "So, are you willing?"

Isa's smile vanished.

Guilliman was just analyzing the structure of dark matter, his mind filled with thoughts of Comoros, cybersecurity, and the Empire's future defense plans.

Upon hearing Lawson's words, he looked at the Emperor of the Empire in disbelief.

"Huh...what?"

Chapter 274 The Father God of the Spirit Race?

That night, Obolus III was no different from any other night.

The factories in Zhongchao change shifts according to the established schedule, while the transport trains in Xiachao continue to travel along the underground tracks.

Before dawn, the last batch of night shift workers left the production area, the vending machines on the street began to be restocked with food, and the lights in schools and public canteens were turned on one after another.

Unbeknownst to them, while they slept, nearly a thousand elite soldiers from the Comoros had infiltrated the planet.

Then, it all ended.

For Planet Obolos III, this invasion, which was enough to destroy many Ark worlds, was just a minor episode that didn't cause any ripples.

The next morning.

On the exclusive armed platform of the Empire's Dark Side base, the sun had just risen above the distant mountains.

A steel platform hundreds of meters high hangs above the hive city, with neatly arranged stasis transport ships and cornerstone combat suits parked along its edge.

From here, you can see urban clusters covering the land, as well as drones laying new tracks further away.

When Guilliman arrived at the platform, the Lion King was already there.

Ryan Aljonsen was examining his newly acquired spoils.

After a simple adjustment to the Imperial Dark Side Project sequence, the Heart of Night was fixed to the outside of the gauntlet on the Lion King's left arm.

The device has transformed into a dark shield without a fixed shape.

As the Lion King's thoughts shifted, the shield sometimes solidified into a heavy entity, and sometimes transformed into a layer of black ripples clinging to his arm.

The training machine gun next to the platform fired continuously.

After the bullet hits the front of the shield, it passes directly through a folded space and then shoots into the air from another angle.

The Lion King tested it several times and was clearly very satisfied.

"nice one."

“It suits me better than my father’s shield.”

Guilliman looked at the dark matter device in his hand.

"At least the Emperor's Shield won't randomly send ricocheted shells behind our own people."

"That's because you don't know how to use it."

The Lion King unfolded his shield once more.

A shell was fired from a distance, disappeared after entering the folded space, and then emerged from above the firing range hundreds of meters away, penetrating three layers of armor plates in succession.

The Lion King's lips curled slightly as he took out another long, narrow black key. Once the key was activated, the shadow beneath the Lion King's feet immediately spread out to the sides.

The shadows cast by the nearby stationary transport ships, combat suits, and tall buildings quickly connected, forming a hidden path that only he could perceive.

"Karamok hasn't revealed everything yet, but this key has already given me a new understanding of forest walks."

The Lion King disappeared into the shadows of the platform.

The next moment, he appeared from behind a Wolverine mech hundreds of meters away, and then quickly disappeared.

Then, the Lion King emerged from the shadows to Guilliman's left.

The old lion was clearly quite pleased with himself.

His forest walking ability has improved several times over.

Guilliman, however, did not react much.

He stood at the edge of the platform, gazing at the city gradually awakening in the distance, his brow furrowed.

The Lion King withdrew his Nightfall Heart and asked, "Why the expression? You handed Father's sword to Lawson, and he didn't even say thank you, so you regret it?"

Guilliman turned and glared at him: "Do I look like such a petty person to you?"

The Lion King stared at him intently for a few seconds.

"Sometimes it is."

Guilliman was too lazy to argue with him, so he raised his hand and rubbed his tense brow.

“I’m worried about Lawson.”

The Lion King's relaxed expression faded slightly: "The Comoros have another trick up their sleeve?"

“It has nothing to do with Comoros, Ryan. Our new Shah is completely different from Makado.”

The Lion King had no objection to this; having met Lawson a few times, it was impossible to confuse the two.

Guilliman looked down at the city below.

“Macado is the Empire’s seamstress, while Lawson…”

"He is a free-spirited and uninhibited individual. If he were to return to Terra in his current manner, it would definitely cause a major upheaval."

The Lion King snorted coldly: "You're worried that those charlatans from the State Church, the politicians from the High Lords Council, and those mechanical lumps from the Mechanicus on Mars will cause him trouble?"

"No, Ryan, you've completely missed the point."

Guilliman looked at the Lion King with extreme seriousness: "I'm not worried at all that Terra will cause him trouble."

"My concern is that he's living too comfortably and easily in the shadows of the Empire, to the point that he's completely indifferent to that cesspool that is Terra!"

The Lion King nodded in deep agreement.

"That's the truth. If it were me, I wouldn't want to go back to Terra and see the faces of those nobles."