Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Lawson knew all too well that he could not refuse at a time like this.

He stood up and slammed his right fist heavily into the chest of the Tiger King Armor.

"For the sake of the empire, I accept this position."

"it is good!"

Dante slammed his hand on the table, and a broad, unrestrained smile spread across his aged face—a smile he hadn't displayed in centuries.

That's exactly what he was waiting for Lawson to say.

Dante turned to Seth and said, "Gabriel, listen up."

"The Lawson brothers possess the secrets of instant communication and subspace navigation, which are classified as top secrets of the Empire."

"His life is a hundred times more important than mine."

“Once the Chaos Legion learns that someone can establish a communication network in the dark that is immune to warp storms, that madman Abaddon will definitely spare no expense to send all his high-ranking assassins and demons to assassinate him.”

Seth abandoned his usual wildness and solemnly raised his right fist.

“I swear by the blood of Saint Gilles, I will not divulge a single word.”

Seeing the two of them looking tense and on high alert, Lawson chuckled inwardly.

Keeping it a secret? It's not that important.

The Chaos Legion probably already has his name engraved at the very top of their kill list.

He killed a great unclean creature.

Then came a fifteen-star combo, slaughtering Nurgle's carefully nurtured demon prince like a pig.

Even more deadly is his ability to completely obliterate the soul of a demon.

This is tantamount to digging up the ancestral graves of the Chaos Gods.

At this very moment, Nurgle is probably frantically flipping tables in the Plague Garden, roaring that he wants to grind Lawson to dust.

However, Lawson was happy to enjoy this attention from the imperial high command.

It will save him a lot of trouble.

"The Lawson Brothers".

Dante frowned slightly: "Your space capabilities are too weak right now."

"Seth told me that you only brought three Sword-class corvettes with you this time?"

"This is utter nonsense. As the Dark Side Master, you have to travel between various war zones at any time. A few escort ships are not even enough to fill a gap in the Chaos Cruiser fleet."

He directly drew out the organization of a fleet on the star map.

"I'll allocate two heavy cruisers directly to you from the fleet on this expedition."

"A Gothic-class cruiser, Blood Oath. A Luna-class cruiser, Angel's Wrath."

"The captains are all seven to eight kilometers away, and the firepower is enough to blast any heretics who dare to block the way."

"In addition, we will allocate ten more Sword-class frigates to form a standard strike group for you."

"Consider it your personal escort fleet, the one in charge."

Lawson's heart skipped a beat.

Gothic-class cruisers.

That's a Star Wars weapon equipped with a terrifying array of light spears, specializing in long-range armor penetration.

With the addition of a well-balanced Luna-class cruiser and ten escort ships, this asset directly led to a leapfrog increase in Lawson's space military power.

"The Regent is very generous."

Lawson accepted it without hesitation: "Then I'll accept it without being impolite."

Dante shook his head helplessly and casually asked, "By the way, I noticed that your soldiers were cleaning up the remains of the Death Guards after the battle, even stripping them of their power armor."

"Are you severely lacking in power armor?"

Lawson nodded readily.

"I won't hide it from you."

"The 396 power armors I have are all taken from the corpses of Chaos Space Marines. They were cleaned, repaired, and used as makeshift suits."

Dante and Seth both fell into a long silence.

The eyes of both commanders were filled with sorrow.

The emperor's swordsman on earth.

A savior who solves three major ailments for the dark side of the empire.

His elite soldiers were so poor that they had to fight wearing the tattered metal of traitors.

Despite such harsh conditions and poor equipment, they still managed to achieve such a remarkable record.

Such ferocity and willpower would put even the fully armed Imperial regular army to shame.

"You've had a tough time, brothers Lawson."

Dante sighed deeply: "The Holy Blood Angels Chapter does indeed have its own power armor production line in the Baal system."

"But the production capacity there was not high to begin with. After the Battle of Baal, it was basically destroyed. The very few new armors produced were also divided up by other regiments that urgently needed to replenish their troops. I have no reserves of new armors at all."

Before Lawson could reply.

Dante suddenly revealed a sly smile.

"However..."

"After the Battle of Baal, Primarch Guilliman arrived on the Dark Side."

"In order to allow me to regroup the Space Marines scattered throughout the Dark Side, he left me a vast amount of military supplies. Among them were a large number of brand-new Mark X Prototype Power Armor."

Dante waved his hand dismissively. "You just said you have 396 power armors at your disposal, right?"

"According to the Imperial Astartes Code"

Dante tapped his finger heavily on the table: "A standard Space Marine Chapter has a full complement of one thousand men."

"I will immediately allocate 604 brand-new Mark X power armor suits to you from my armory!"

"To directly assemble the equipment of a full-strength battle group."

Six hundred and four sets of original cast power armor.

The Empire's current top-of-the-line individual soldier equipment.

But Timon thought Lawson would jump up in excitement.

To everyone's surprise, Lawson simply touched his chin, frowned slightly, and smacked his lips.

"Six hundred and four? That's a bit few, but we'll have to make do for now."

Seth's eyes widened: "Brother Lawson, that's a full six hundred Mark X armors! A full-strength battle group has a maximum of one thousand men! What do you need so many armors for? Do you want to equip each person with two sets to go out and fight?"

Dante looked equally astonished: "Don't you only have the White Tiger Legion?"

"The rules set by Lord Guilliman are inviolable. Imperial iron law clearly stipulates that the size of a battle group must never exceed one thousand people. This is to prevent the recurrence of legion-level rebellions."

"I've already given you a thousand more; that's the limit of my authority."

Lawson couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Who told you that I only have one White Tiger Battle Group?"

Dante and Seth were taken aback by the question.

"I have a question for you both."

Lawson recalled something else: "Among the thousands of warbands currently registered in our Empire, is there a warband called the Avengers Warband?"

Dante frowned, searching his mind for the vast and appalling Imperial military database.

"The Ultramarines does indeed have a sub-corps called the 'Sons of Vengeance'."

Dante answered truthfully: "As for those simply called 'Avengers,' to my knowledge, there is no such designation in the current chapter roster."

"now it's right."

Lawson spread his arms wide and declared without batting an eye.

"Let me formally introduce myself. The main combat force under my command is called the 'Avengers Chapter'."

"The White Tiger Battle Group that you see is merely the first sub-battle group under my vast organization."

Seeing the increasingly confused looks in their eyes, Lawson continued to offer words of caution.

"In the future, I will also form the 'Crimson Dragon Battle Group,' the 'Azure Phoenix Battle Group,' the 'Black Tortoise Battle Group,' and so on. I will strictly abide by the Code of Astartes and ensure that each battle group has no more than a thousand people."

"We abide by the law and will never give the court any reason to criticize us."

Dante and Seth stared at Lawson in disbelief.

"Your battle group organization."

Seth was so angry he almost laughed: "You're going to make this up on the spot?"

In order to acquire more power armor, they fabricated a bunch of sub-companies that didn't even exist in front of the Dark Regent.

This shameless act of blatantly disregarding the Astartes Code and exploiting loopholes in the rules has truly lowered the bar for the two imperial commanders' understanding of the law.

The excuse that bastard used was actually quite plausible on the surface.

As long as each battle group is kept to within a thousand people, why do you care how many battle groups others have?

Dante shook his head helplessly.

"Alright, Lawson brothers."

“I can turn a blind eye to the rules set by Guilliman. But the supplies I have will be subject to strict auditing by the Mechanicus and the Ministry of the Interior.”

"I can only allocate you 604 sets of intact new armor at most. If there's even one more, I won't be able to balance the books."

Lawson astutely grasped the subtext in Dante's words.

He immediately shut his mouth.