Fighting these people brought the Chaos Gods no benefit.
Losing a few souls meant nothing.
But if it drew the Emperor here and got him destroyed, that would be a real problem.
So this Chaos God promptly backed down.
Losing face was a trivial matter.
Although the Emperor's people had snatched something from their hands, they could not even lose their temper, because there was no point in doing so. Could they really steal it back?
After finding no resistance whatsoever, Gamma began constantly searching the database for data.
Yet why did the faster they extracted data from Gamma World's database, the more souls there seemed to be?
It was as though someone were continuously stuffing souls into the Afterlife Employment Service Center.
Ten thousand years of history.
The Emperor had collected far too many souls. Most of them were at his side, because beneath the Emperor's Golden Throne, the Greater Daemons of Chaos formed from those souls truly were needed to fight the warriors of the Chaos Gods charging toward the Golden Throne.
As for a great many more souls, the Emperor simply had no time to resurrect them in the Warp. He could only preserve their imprints.
But now, so long as Gamma World had an imprint, it could draw the soul out of the Warp. Gamma World's flesh-construction facilities could then directly cultivate a body compatible with that soul anew within the material universe.
Gamma World had now completely become a universe-scale arsenal. These soul imprints had long since lost their memories. Once their bodies were manufactured in the arsenal, they would be imprinted anew with memories from Gamma World's memory database. They could not recover their past memories because resurrecting a complete person required reversing the entire process. Like Malcador, it would take tremendous effort. It