Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Even the Ark could not enter that garden."

"In the end, it was Lawson, the master of the dark side of the Empire, who broke into Nurgle's Realm and used the Black Stone and Golden Flame to tear open the cage and bring me back to the real universe."

Isabella turned slightly to the side.

All eyes then fell on Lawson.

Many Eldar were seeing this man up close for the first time; he was even taller than in the archive images.

Some prophets tried to observe him through the threads of fate.

They saw only darkness expanding in all directions.

In the heart of darkness, countless steel worlds are spinning.

"He is my savior."

Isa continued, "She is also the only one in the galaxy who can stop the Slaanesh, Nurgle, and Comoros from coveting her."

"I have already entered into a contract with Lord Lawson."

"His protection extends to my divine body, soul, and future, and will also extend to every spirit who is willing to accept this order."

At this point, Isa paused for a moment.

She knew how much of an impact her next words would have on the Spirit Clan.

But she also knew that with her newly restored strength alone, she could not protect all the arks scattered across the galaxy at the same time.

She needs Lawson, and the Eldar need Lawson too.

Elevating this man to godhood might humiliate the ancient and proud Eldar, but it would allow the Empire's dark side—its warships, legions, and Blackrock forces—to become the Eldar's protective shield.

A title in exchange for the continuation of the race—the price is already too small.

Isa pointed to Lawson: "From this day forward, Lord Lawson will become the father god of all Eldar."

"His will can represent my decisions in the material universe, and all arks that are willing to accept the protection of the goddess of life should also respect his order."

The square fell into dead silence.

Many Eldar even forgot to breathe.

To place a human in the position of the Eldar gods?

What made it even harder for them to accept was that Isabella herself admitted that Lawson could make decisions on her behalf.

This means that the Goddess of Life has bound herself to the dark side of the Empire.

This also means that all Eldar who want to approach her and receive her blessings must first accept Lord's authority.

At the very front, an elder from the ancient ark suddenly looked up.

"This is impossible!"

"He was just a short-lived human, he was nothing more than a monkey—"

The great prophet beside him suddenly pounced.

The old man, who was usually slow-moving, suddenly became incredibly fast. He covered the elder's mouth with one hand and grabbed his wrist with the other, pressing him back to the ground.

"Shut the fuck up!"

The elder struggled to look at the great prophet, only to find that the other's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Many of the prophets at the very front of the square also looked pale.

In that instant, they instinctively glimpsed the future.

The outcome given by the threads of fate was so cruel that it left almost no room for explanation.

If anyone were to draw their sword against Lawson here today, the steel torrent of the Empire's dark side would sweep across all the relevant Arks within the next century.

The War Moon shattered the Spirit Bone Fleet, and the Black Stone Field extinguished the prophetic psychic power.

An endless army of humans descended from the stasis passages, turning arks into wreckage floating in the sea of ​​stars.

Isa will also leave.

She will no longer protect a race that actively attacks its own savior.

Another thread of fate is equally clear.

Accept Lawson.

The Ark will continue to have autonomy.

Isa's life force will repair the Soulstone, purify the pollution, and increase the birth rate. The Black Stone and fleet of the Empire's dark side will also become barriers that the Slaanesh cannot easily cross.

The future remains fraught with war, but the Eldar will at least survive. The prophets have drawn an irrefutable conclusion from fate.

To gain a mother's protection, one must acknowledge this human father.

The chief prophet at the front was the first to change his kneeling direction, placing his hands on the ground and pressing his forehead deeply into the steel deck.

"Greetings..."

The great prophet paused for a long time before uttering the last two words.

"Father God."

More prophets followed suit.

Saim-Han, Bietan, Usvi, and the representatives of the arks, large and small, like waves of wheat pushed by the same gust of wind, changed their kneeling direction layer by layer along the square.

Some people still cannot understand why the goddess of life would choose a human.

"Greetings, Father God!"

The voices of millions of Spirit Race members converged and surged into the sky above the Nest City, even causing the clouds to slowly disperse amidst the sound waves.

Lawson laughed heartily: "Get up, all of you. Father God is just a title."

"The Dark Side of the Empire will not interfere with your rule within the Ark, nor will it demand tribute, hand over the Spirit Bone technology, or change your existing beliefs. Of course, if you wish to worship Isha, that is your freedom."

The prophet in the front row visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

They had already prepared for the worst.

Lawson may demand the submission of all Arks, may demand fleets and spirit bone resources, or may use Isa's name to reorganize the entire Eldar society.

It now appears that this ruler of the empire is far more generous than anticipated.

Lawson waited until they relaxed a little before stating his final condition.

"But from this day forward, all network nodes and secret passages controlled by the Ark must be unconditionally opened to the Empire's dark forces."

The prophets exchanged glances; it seemed pointless to object now.

So everyone took turns expressing their opinions:

"Usvi is willing to open up the network nodes it controls."

“Biethan accepted the Father’s conditions.”

“Saim-Han has handed over all the channels to the seal-holder.”

"The small ark, Gray Dawn, is willing to open all the gates of the network."

………………

Just as the Eldar of the Ark recognized Lawson as their priest, the Dark Eldar were about to face a major problem.

In the Comoros, there is no day or night.

One hundred thousand clones belonging to the dark side of the Empire have been living in this city for some time.

They are scattered in different regions, each with their own identity and ambition.

Some became slave traders in the lower arenas, some joined small and medium-sized conspiracies as guards, and others used their flesh and blood techniques to enter the Blood Gate Master's workshop, climbing step by step from low-level apprentices who transported organs to the side of the experimental table.

One hundred thousand pairs of eyes are distributed across all levels of the Dark City, continuously sending back roads, network nodes, conspiracy relationships, and secret workshops to Obolos III.

Through infiltration, a small group of clones finally gained access to one of Comoros' most valuable technologies.

The Black Sun system is also known as the folded and compressed star technology.

Very few people have mastered this technology.

Ordinary dark light engineers only know how to maintain energy pipelines, while network space architects are responsible for repairing dimensional sacs. The more crucial stellar confinement cages, space folding algorithms, and gravitational tether parameters are all in the hands of black sun craftsmen.

Above the Black Sun Craftsmen, there is a Chief Foundry Master.

He has lived for nearly nine thousand years, participated in the capture of seven stars, and personally designed the triple constraint structure of the Iliadin Black Sun Nexus.

Victor was extremely protective of him.

The chief forging master rarely leaves the control center, and entering or leaving requires seventeen identity verifications.

Lawson had no interest in launching a strong attack.

He needs the core parameters, space folding algorithm, and underlying logic of the stellar confinement cage in the mind of this master foundry.

With the blueprints and formulas in hand, the Imperial Dark Side's construction drones and UR-025 can make subsequent work more stable and efficient.

Comoros has spent thousands of years building a Black Sun Central Hub.

Once the empire's dark side production line completes its first verification, it can be replicated in batches.

There's only one problem left.

How to get the chief foundry master out of that heavily guarded central hub.

Inside the strategic room of Obolos III, Lawson looked at the structural diagrams transmitted back by the swarm network and quickly made a decision.

"Create chaos."

His instructions were transmitted to Comoros through the consciousness nodes of 100,000 clones.

Near the Black Sun's central hub in Eliadin, a clone apprentice responsible for maintaining the gravitational tether quietly modified three sets of alert parameters.

Another clone, who had become an assistant to the space architect, reconnected an abandoned maintenance tunnel to the central hub.

More clones began to gather in the arena area.

Using seemingly unrelated small actions, they gradually emptied an abandoned underground energy well.

The well is hundreds of kilometers from the Black Sun's central hub. It once belonged to a now-extinct conspiracy group, and was surrounded by gladiatorial arenas, torture workshops, and slave markets, with hundreds of thousands of people moving around the area every day.