Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Moreover, if the war gets out of control, Victor could very well cut off a portion of the network, throwing the entire city along with the invaders into the void.

However, the Dark Eldar's extremely selfish social structure, rife with betrayal and gang warfare, has a fatal flaw, which is also his opportunity.

Lawson looked at the Salkahn clone kneeling in front of him.

"Take the remaining men from last night and return to Comoros along the same route."

"Tell Victor that the Thief God operation has failed."

"The Empire's Dark Side's defenses are far stronger than expected. You encountered hidden guards close to me and lost most of your Nightmare Warriors and all your Mandras."

"The Heart of Night and the Key to the Cinema have been lost."

"Ulkashi preserved part of the core of the divine restraint device, and the dimensional scalpel was also successfully brought back."

"Remember, don't overstate the failure; leave Victor with hope."

"To convince him that if a stronger team with better dark matter equipment were sent, it would be possible to steal Isa away."

The Salkahn clone raised its head.

"Yes, sir."

The mesh cutting device next to it started operating.

An extremely narrow slit opened up in the sterile room, connecting to the crevice node used by the Thief God Squad when they arrived.

Salkahn and Urkasi led the first batch of clones to their feet.

This "remnant force" entered the rift one by one.

After they leave, Victor will receive a completely accurate report of the failure.

Every detail in the report is subject to scrutiny.

Because the person responsible for lying possesses all the memories of the original liar.

Even if Victor had the Blood Gate Master cut open their brains and read their neural traces, he could only see the battles that Lawson allowed him to see.

Lawson turned his gaze to the remaining clone army.

The 100,000 Dark Eldar remained kneeling.

Not all of them have a clear identity.

But that's not a problem.

The Thief God Squad's memories contain a wealth of information about the lower passages, the slave market, the resurrection workshop, and small conspiracies.

Given the empire's dark side's ability to fabricate legitimacy for 100,000 people, it would not be difficult.

"Infiltrated in batches, without leaving a trace, into the various conspiracies, gladiatorial arenas, and gatherings of flesh and blood in Comoros."

"From today onwards, the dark side of the Empire will continuously send new recruits to Comoros."

The next moment, everyone responded again in Comorian:

"Yes, sir!"

Above the cultivation area, miniature network portals leading to different coordinates began to light up.

One hundred thousand perfect spies will be broken up into countless unconnected squads and sent into different levels of the Dark City.

Perhaps years from now, Victor might not be able to tell the difference.

Who exactly belongs to the Comoros?

But to whom does Comoros truly belong?

That is, if he survives until then.

…………

In the following days, the Crystal Palace, located deep within the top-level hive of Obolos III, became a forbidden zone inaccessible to outsiders.

Time seemed to slow down inside the palace.

Isa’s life force spread uncontrollably in all directions, and rare plants that originally required sophisticated equipment to maintain began to grow on their own.

Vines climbed all over the white stone pillars, and the flowers bloomed and withered overnight, bearing plump fruits the next day.

These changes all stemmed from that intimate union that transcended the boundaries between race and divinity.

Initially, Isa still carried an undisguised nervousness.

Lawson's assertiveness was initially difficult for her to adapt to as well.

Isa thought she would reject this domineering attitude that left no room for refusal.

But when she was truly embraced by Lawson, she felt a sense of security she had never truly experienced in thousands of years.

She was so tired.

The once mighty Eldar empire has long been destroyed, leaving only a group of survivors scattered throughout the galaxy.

The Ark Spirits hoped she would bestow blessings, purify their soul stones, and perpetuate their bloodline, but none of them truly possessed the power to protect her.

The Dark Eldar of Comoros, however, only wanted to dissect her divine body and turn every drop of her blood and every piece of her tissue into materials.

The entire galaxy is demanding from her.

But no one could truly stand before her and tell those who coveted her—get lost!

This man is capable.

Isa gradually realized that the protection that Lawson gave her was not a magnificent palace, nor a few promises that could never be verified.

Rather, it was Lawson's own will that could suppress the laws of the subspace and that even the Four Gods had to take seriously.

When she nestled in Lawson's arms, she no longer needed to sense the direction of Nurgle Gardens, nor did she need to worry about Slaanesh suddenly appearing from behind some mirror.

All dangers were kept out.

This sense of security is even more precious to a deity than love.

What surprised Isa even more was that their union was not a one-sided exchange of demands.

Lawson received a wisp of extremely subtle life divinity from her, which strengthened the connection between swarm mentality and the new human faith.

At the same time, the life energy within Lawson's body was continuously nourishing her divine body.

Isa could clearly feel that her golden hair had regained its luster, and her divine fluctuations were no longer as weak as they had been when she had just left the garden.

Lawson received divine reinforcement, and Isa regained her ancient origin.

The two powers, which should have been incompatible, have now formed a near-perfect cycle.

At the edge of the palace, Ilancia stood quietly.

She was originally responsible for taking care of Isa and also served as the liaison between the two.

But in the past few days, there hasn't been much she's actually been able to do.

She watched as her man grew closer and closer to the Creator Mother of the entire Eldar race.

There was no jealousy, quite the opposite.

Every time Ilancia thought about this, an almost irrepressible sense of pride would well up in her heart.

Her man is not only the ruler of the dark side of the empire, but now, even the oldest and most sacred mother goddess in the mythology of the Eldar finds refuge in his arms.

Thinking of this, the blush on Ilancia's face became more and more pronounced.

But amidst her excitement, a very strange question kept swirling in her mind.

Isa is the Creator Mother of the Spirit Race.

All Eldar can refer to her as their mother in both mythological and spiritual terms.

So, what is Lawson now, who slept with Eldar mother?

According to the rituals of certain human religions, should I still call Lawson Father God in the future?

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy Irancia felt.

That was so strange and so shameful.

The thought of that eerie name sent chills down Little Sprout's spine.

Lawson, having just ended a long and tender moment, was wearing a wide robe and leaning against a jade couch.

Isa nestled beside him, her long golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her face still flushed.

Her life force was operating on its own, and the flowers in her bedchamber were slowly blooming with her breath.

Lawson quickly noticed that something was wrong with Ilancia.

The little bean sprout had been standing there since earlier, sometimes frowning, sometimes pursing its lips, and occasionally stealing a glance at him, clearly lost in thought again.

He waved to Ilancia.

"come over."

Ilancia immediately went to the soft couch.

"Speak your mind."

Ilancia glanced at Isa.

Isabella's expression was gentle, and she seemed somewhat curious as well.

"that is……"

Ilancia's voice grew softer and softer.

After listening to her stammering and extremely convoluted "logic of address," Lawson paused for a moment, then burst into a hearty laugh.

What are you thinking about all day long?

Lawson casually ruffled her hair: "Little sprout, don't overthink things."

"With me, it's always a matter of each person having their own way of addressing me. You can call me whatever you like before, and you can call me that way from now on."

"or……"

Lawson glanced at Isabella, whose face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and winked mischievously.

"If you'd like, you can call Isa your sister in private from now on."