Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Here, at Cape Collins Defense Zone. The Astrologer who sent me the message died en route; the beacon didn't even get through. I only received the beginning of one sentence: 'Demons from underground…'"

"What's next?" Lawson asked.

"That's it. The Star Speaker exploded and burned himself, and the signal was cut off. There has been no news since. A star system with 80 billion people went silent right under my nose three months ago."

"Invasion is happening everywhere. Desperate cries for help are everywhere."

Dante pointed to the flashing red dots on the star map: "Look at this star field. There are tens of thousands of imperial worlds here, trillions of imperial subjects. But now, they are like lambs surrounded by wolves in the dark."

"Because we can't get in touch with them."

Seth, standing nearby, took a large gulp of his drink in frustration and added under his breath, "The Great Rift cut off the light of the Star Torch. The warp storm was like a damn solid wall, turning all the interstellar communications into a complete mess!"

This is the most despairing reality of the Warhammer universe's Great Rift era.

Under normal circumstances, the Empire relies on the Astro Speakers, a group of blind psionicists, to conduct faster-than-light telepathic communication through the warp.

But in the dark side of the Empire, warp storms are extremely violent.

When a Star Speaker attempts to send or receive a message, their soul is often torn apart by demons in the warp, or they die instantly from a ruptured blood vessel in their brain.

After listening to what the two people said, Lawson didn't rush to reply.

One's own assassins can share thoughts, there are no distance restrictions, and this applies to non-combat assassins as well.

If his henchmen act as liaisons.

Then he would establish the entire empire's covert communication network.

The Empire's Dark Side Exclusive Communication Network.

If he wanted, he could have Dante broadcast the battle orders to the entire Dark Side.

The core key to this communication network is in the hands of Lawson alone.

He leaned back in his chair, took out a cigar from the Nest City from his armory storage, lit it with a wisp of imperial gold flame from his fingertips, took a deep drag, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"What you're saying is indeed a big problem."

Through the smoke, Lawson looked at Dante and Seth.

"if……"

I said, "If."

"What if I could solve the communication problems on the Empire's dark side?"

Dante and Seth both stood up at the same time, their eyes fixed on Lawson.

"What did you say?"

P.S.: Guys, I'm busy today, so I'll only be updating 1 words. I'll make up for it tomorrow.

Chapter 147 Identity Transformation: The Dark Side Master

The two suspected they had misheard:

"You just said you could solve communication problems?"

Lawson smiled slightly: "I can handle it."

Dante and Seth looked at each other in bewilderment.

The Star Speakers are the Empire's only relatively reliable means of long-distance communication.

Every Star Speaker is kissed by the Emperor's Soul, standing in the peripheral light of the Golden Throne, projecting the message into the subspace with psychic energy, where it is received by another being millions of kilometers away.

The Star Speakers' signals could be torn apart by warp storms, intercepted by Chaos Demons, and altered by the minions of the Thousand Faces—and this was before the Great Rift.

After the Great Rift, most of the Star Speakers on the Dark Side went mad, died, or were burned to ashes.

The remaining few people were gambling with their lives every time they sent a message.

If Lawson can solve it with a single sentence, it means he can completely overhaul the Emperor's communication system.

Dante's gaze was fixed intently on that young face, like that of a new recruit.

"Your Excellency, what level of resolution are you referring to?"

Veteran soldiers always ask about the core issues. They don't ask "Can you do it?" but rather "To what extent can you do it?"

Lawson considered his words carefully: "I have a group of communicators under my command, and they are different from the Star Speakers."

Seth frowned slightly: "What's different?"

"Star Speakers must rely on starlight and borrow from the subspace."

Lawson laid his palm out on the table: "My messenger will not use the warp."

Seth was dumbfounded: "Without using warp space, how are you transmitting signals?"

The empire has been at war for ten thousand years, and all long-distance communication is inseparable from the subspace; this is a law of physics.

"My communicator is unaffected by the environment or distance; it can be activated and communicated at any time."

Lawson pointed to the end of the living star chart on the table closest to the light side.

"Suppose I'm on Holy Terra right now, and I've deployed a messenger."

“Then Your Excellency, you can speak directly with Primarch Guilliman right now, at this very moment.”

The lights in the command room seemed to dim for a moment.

After the Great Rift, communication between the dark side and the light side was completely severed.

Dante hadn't received any instructions from the Surface or the Primarch for a whole year.

He doesn't know where the original manifestation is now.

He didn't know if the Golden Throne was still functioning in Terra.

The Lord of the White Tiger told him that he could speak directly with Guilliman.

Dante had heard far too many impossible things in his life. During the Great Crusade, some said the Emperor would never fall, but later the Emperor did fall.

Later, some people said that Guilliman was asleep forever, but Guilliman woke up.

Dante had long ago learned that what is considered impossible depends entirely on who says it.

If anyone else had said that, even the Grand Marshal of the Black Templars, Dante would have thought they were just bragging.

But it was Lawson who said this.

He is Lawson, who single-handedly killed the Great Impure One, burned the eight-thousand-year-old sacred artifact of the Inquisition, and cured the genetic curse of six hundred and thirty-seven Holy Blood Angels.

Dante placed his hand on Seth's shoulder armor and made a "sit down" gesture.

Seth slumped back into his chair, and Dante sat down as well.

"Your Excellency, let's set aside Holy Terra for now. It's in the dark side of the Empire."

His finger slowly traced an arc along the north side of the great rift on the star map, passing several twinkling yellow, red, and black stars.

"The Azur Sector is under Nurgle invasion; the Astrologer at Collins Point was burned to death three months ago; the Maglinus Sector has seen the Seth Chapter Commander's cruise fleet go missing for a year; the Orios Gate is in an unknown state."

Dante looked at Lawson: "If every sector like this, every planet still fighting, every fleet at sea had your messenger."

"Then, Dante, can I know the situation at Maglinus right now? Can I order Ather's troops to reinforce Cape Corinth right now? Can I ensure that the Flesh-Tearers' fleet receives their chapter commander's new orders in the warp?"

Lawson gave him an affirmative reply: "Yes. Communication between galaxies. Communication between planets. Communication between fleets. Communication between warbands. Communication between warbands. Real-time communication anytime, anywhere. Unaffected by warp storms, unaffected by chaos interception, unaffected by force field failures."

Seth raised his hand and wiped his face, looking at his palm, which was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

He looked up at Dante. Dante looked at him too.

Instant messaging established throughout the dark side of the empire.

Only those who have truly commanded the Empire's dark side campaigns know just how heavy this thing is.

This means that Dante could know the battle situation in the Maglinus sector, 800 light-years away, in real time from his command room in Obulus.

It means that every isolated island on the dark side, those imperial fortresses separated by the Great Rift, unable to see each other like drowning children, can now hear each other's voices.

It meant that half of the dark side of the empire had transformed from a scattered mess into a single fist.

It signifies a counterattack.

Dante took a deep breath.

"Your Excellency, I have a crucial question: how many such messengers do you currently have under your command?"

Lawson stretched out his right hand, all five fingers spread wide.

Seth slapped his thigh.

"Fifty?"

He looked at Dante: "Regent, fifty messengers, select the fifty most important units, the fifty most crucial battlefields, the flagship of the Inquisition, your Dark Regent's command post, and the supervisory posts for every major sector..."

He counted on his fingers, becoming more and more excited as he spoke.

"If we set them up fifty times, we can connect the fifty most crucial nodes in the dark side of the entire empire..."

“Not fifty,” Lawson said.

"Not fifty, could it be... five hundred?"

Seth's voice rose again. "Five hundred? With five hundred, we can connect every single core hub planet in the entire Dark Side directly to the Regent's Command Center! Every successor chapter of the Holy Blood Angels, from the chapter leader to the company commander, will have a direct hotline!"

Seeing the two people in their excitement, Lawson stopped keeping them in suspense and said, "It's five million."

Seth stood up again with a bang.

This time the force was too great, and the chair was sent flying, crashing into the wall behind it and knocking an old decorative badge off the wall.

Dante also stood up.

The command room wasn't very big to begin with, and the two of them practically surrounded Lawson in the middle.

Five million?

Five million.

Lawson repeated affirmatively: "Each one is unaffected by the subspace, unaffected by distance, will not go mad, will not be intercepted by chaos, and will not transmit incorrect information. They are available whenever needed."

"The Dark Side of the Empire, how many are there in the human world?"