Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Dante immediately replied: "The latest star map of the Great Rift shows 570,000 stars, some of which are inhabited by humans."

"Where is the fleet?"

"The entire dark side combined is less than 30,000."

"Core Fortress Planet?"

"Key military fortresses, a little over two thousand."

"Where are the warbands?"

"The Space Marines have stationed nearly three hundred garrisons and outposts."

Lawson nodded.

"570,000 human worlds, 30,000 fleets, 2,000 fortresses, 300 battle groups... Your Regent, are 5 million messengers enough?"

Dante's breathing became disordered.

Of course it's not enough! That's 500 million correspondents.

This means that Dante could send messengers to every inch of his territory like seeds.

This means that from now on, he will know what is happening in any corner of the shadows at any time.

This means he is no longer the blind and deaf old man who single-handedly supported half the empire.

He will become the true regent of the dark side of the empire, holding the nerve endings of half the galaxy.

Dante didn't speak immediately; he was processing what he had to say.

He walked up to the wine cabinet.

This time, the cell wasn't the same one that was opened before.

He took out another bottle of wine from the deepest part of the cabinet.

That bottle of wine is older than the previous one.

The bottle is made of deep red glass and wrapped in an antique leather with an imperial eagle emblem.

He poured three glasses, all full.

He pushed one of the glasses towards Lawson with both hands.

"The Lawson brothers," he changed his address.

"I don't know how to thank you. You made the counterattack from the shadows possible."

"This glass is for you."

He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Seth also raised his glass: "To you, Brother Lawson."

Lawson also had a drink.

Seth put the empty glass on the table, let out a long sigh, and slumped back in his chair...

He rarely showed a truly relaxed expression.

He muttered to himself, "After all these years of feeling stifled, it's finally time to fight back."

He stretched, and his power armor made a heavy creaking sound.

"From now on, we don't have to be passively attacked anymore. We can fight our way out!"

He habitually took out a bottle of ordinary military liquor from the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass.

"that is……"

"It's that thing called subspace travel..."

Seth shook his head and sighed, "Communication is working now, good, we can command now. But to move the fleet over, we still have to go through warp space! Seven out of ten blind jumps will result in getting lost!"

"Once, I went on a mission with a ship. The voyage was scheduled for three months, but I ended up drifting in the warp for nine months! Nine months! When I finally came out of the cabin, my beard had grown up to my chest! The force field was almost pried open by a demon's penis!"

Seth grew increasingly frustrated as he spoke: "These are the two most damning problems the Dark Side is facing right now. One is communications, which you solved, brothers Lawson. The other is warp travel, which we can only accept as fate."

"If only we could go back to the Great Crusade. Back then, the force fields were stable, the starlight was bright, and the Primarch led us from Terra to Maglinus, for a month, two months at most... Sigh."

Seth let out a long sigh, raised his glass to drink, and then he heard Lawson's voice.

"As for the problem of subspace travel, I can solve that too."

Seth spat out the mouthful of wine he had just downed.

Seth coughed as he pounded his breastplate...

"Cough... What did you just say?"

Dante also became excited: "Brother, do you have a solution for the problem of warp travel?"

Lawson smiled slightly: "Isn't the biggest difficulty for the Empire's dark side in warp travel the inability to detect the lighthouse on Terra?"

Dante and Seth both nodded.

From the Great Crusade to the Horus Rebellion, to the Dark Ages, and to this day…

All Imperial warships rely on starbeams as their positioning coordinates for warp jumps.

With the Starlight in hand, the navigator can find his way through the raging tides of the warp.

The starlight dimmed, and the navigator lost his way. The starlight disappeared...

The navigator went mad, and the fleet was forever adrift in some tributary of the warp.

After the Great Rift appeared, this hideous wound pierced through the Milky Way, like a high wall, splitting the Empire in two.

The radiance of the star torches and the Imperial Surface can still be perceived by the navigator.

Therefore, the fleet with smooth surface can still be barely managed.

But in the dark side of the Empire, the light of the Star Torch was completely blocked by the Great Rift.

Blindly jumping in the dark, I get lost seven out of ten times.

This is a consensus among all active-duty generals of the Dark Empire.

Seth's complaint that his beard grew to his chest in nine months was by no means an exaggeration.

Lawson continued, "In other words, what the navigators of the dark side lack most right now is a lighthouse they can sense."

Dante nodded again.

Dante pondered this question for a thousand years, and the entire dark side of the empire pondered it for a thousand years.

No solution.

The emperor sat on the golden throne, unable to move.

The starlight could not penetrate the great rift. No matter how powerful the navigator's third eye was, it could not see through the scar that ran through the galaxy.

But at that moment, a golden light shone from the back of Lawson's head.

The light was not strong.

It's like someone lighting a match in the dead of night.

"In the dark side of the empire, I am the lighthouse."

"My navigator will never get lost in the subspace, no matter when or where."

Three seconds of deathly silence fell over the command room.

Three seconds later...

Dante gently supported Lawson's arm.

"Brother Lawson, please have a seat."

"Do you know what this means in the entire ten-thousand-year history of wars in the empire?"

Lawson laughed and said, "Your Excellency, are you testing me? Isn't it just that the Dark Side of the Empire will be able to obtain information and deploy fleets more easily in the future? We Dark Side have been attacked by Chaos for so many years, and now we can finally fight back more easily."

Dante laughed immediately after hearing this.

“Brother Lawson, these two abilities of yours aren’t just ‘more convenient.’ They’ve given the dark side of the Empire a whole new way to live.”

He took a half step back and adjusted the ancient cloak he was wearing.

Then he did something that Lawson never expected: Dante placed one hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist and knelt down on one knee.

Commander of the Holy Blood Angels Chapter.

The Emperor's Spear.

Baal's guardian.

The regent appointed by Guilliman.

I knelt down.

Lawson immediately tried to stand up: "Your Excellency, what are you doing...?"

Seth held him down so he wouldn't stand.

"Brother Lawson. I, Dante, Commander of the Holy Blood Angels, in my capacity as the Regent of the Dark Side, solemnly request you..."

"You will be the one to act as the regent in the shadows."

Lawson stood there, stunned.

He instinctively turned to look at Seth, his first thought being that Dante's emotional state was too volatile; could he have gone mad?

"I second Your Regent's proposal."

Seth stared intently at Lawson: "Whoever controls the Star Torch is the representative of the gods on earth."

These words made Lawson suddenly realize that he had underestimated the significance of the two cards he had revealed tonight.

Instant messaging and subspace navigation.

He had always believed that these were merely two tools of strategic value to the dark side of the empire.

wrong.

In the Warhammer universe, controlling communications means controlling troop deployment. Controlling navigation means controlling the Starlight, which is the light of the gods on Earth.