Warhammer: Empire Reboot

They were heading to the next battlefield.

Seth's company has also completed its assembly and is ready to set sail with the Regent's fleet.

Before leaving, Dante stood by the boarding stairs of the Thunderhawk gunboat and looked back at Lawson.

“Losen, you killed the Great Unclean One.”

"The Chaos Legion will never let this go."

“Those traitors blessed by the plague will search for you like mad dogs in the warp and the real universe. They will surely take their revenge.”

Dante's tone suddenly turned heavy.

He had seen too many "godslayers" meet their end.

Nine out of ten heroes who made great contributions during the Great Expedition and those imperial warriors who slew demons with a single sword ultimately died in the millennia-long revenge trap set by the Chaos Gods.

Chaos will not forgive. Chaos will not forget.

Chaos will always deliver the most insidious blow when you are at your weakest.

Dante solemnly instructed, "For the sake of the Empire, you must take good care of your safety."

"If you encounter difficulties that your army alone cannot resolve, have your messenger contact me, and I will bring the fleet over."

Lawson accepted this weighty promise.

"in addition."

Dante seemed to remember something.

He took a step forward.

"Whether it's the current Klein system or any planet that you will lead your army to reclaim in the future that has been occupied by rebels and chaos."

Dante's voice echoed across the empty square, "If you have the ability to take them back and reintegrate them into the Empire."

"You can directly appoint local planetary governors, or even galactic governors."

"As the head of the shadows, you have this right. You don't need to consult the Ministry of the Interior."

The square fell silent for a moment.

What kind of power is this?

The right of enfeoffment.

In the history of the Empire after the Great Crusade, the last time a mortal was granted the power to appoint planetary governors without the approval of the Ministry of the Interior was during the Holy War led by Saint Gilles, when Guilliman made an exception to ensure smooth command at the front.

For a full ten thousand years since then, this power has been firmly locked in the hands of the Ministry of the Interior and the High Lords Council. After layers of bargaining among nobles, endorsement by the Church, and review by the Inquisition, the appointment of a governor of a planet often takes years or even decades.

Now, Dante shoved it directly into Lawson's hand.

Lawson smiled.

He was no longer just a warlord who occupied three planets.

He acquired the legitimate authority to be a kingmaker.

From this day forward, Lawson's will shall be the law of the Empire in the shadows.

"I will obey the Regent's command," Lawson replied with a smile.

"The Lawson Brothers!"

Seth strode over and gave Lawson an extremely tight hug.

The dull thud of ceramic steel colliding with ceramic steel echoed across the square.

"Remember our promise!"

"Five men! Five men from each company! I'll have the brothers of the Flesh-Tearer Legion turn the Dark Side upside down for you... All the great demons, all the chaos lords, all the heavy weapons covered in corrupted flesh, I'll leave them all for you!"

Lawson patted his shoulder armor: "Don't worry, brother. When you come to me next time with a ship full of spoils, I'll provide you with three sets of chainsaw swords specially crafted from living metal."

Seth grinned as he released his grip and strode onto the Thunderhawk gunboat.

Dante and Seth boarded the plane.

In the square, all the remaining Holy Blood Angels and Flesh-Tearers stood in neat rows.

As they passed in front of Lawson, they all turned towards him in unison.

With his right arm bent, his fist, gloved with terracotta, slammed heavily onto the imperial double-headed eagle emblem on his left chest.

The sounds of metal clashing together were continuous, like thunder.

Hundreds of Space Marine power armor suits.

Hundreds of purple and silver blood droplet emblems and flesh-tearer block symbols.

Hundreds of eyes, weathered by centuries of war, converged into a blazing green light beneath the helmet visors.

Lawson silently returned the salute with an eagle salute.

Dante, the Dark Regent, has departed with his fleet.

The engines of the Gothic-class heavy cruisers and their escort fleet spewed blinding plasma tails, tearing a massive subspace rift in the near-Earth orbit of the planet Klein-IX.

The glow of the Geller force field flickered in the chaotic energy tides, and then the massive Imperial fleet disappeared into that indescribable dimension, heading to the next desperate battlefield in dire need of rescue.

Lawson stood at the highest point of the command fortress, looking up at the slowly closing subspace rift.

He slowly exhaled a puff of cigar smoke only after the last wisp of blue light from the Geller force field had completely disappeared from the night sky.

"From now on, I will have a part in the dark side as well."

He murmured to himself.

Beneath the plaza, in the dim glow of the cigar, and inside his small golden sun, which was pressed against the black hole projection.

In that instant, the power structure of the entire empire's dark side underwent a silent yet profound reconstruction.

As the rift closed, the physical laws of the real universe regained control of this region of space.

Of the seventeen agricultural planets in the Klein system, only Lawson's army remained.

This galaxy is still bleeding.

Although the seventeen Nurgle princes lurking on the seventeen planets have been beheaded by Lord Rasoul, completely shattering the sacrificial ritual that dragged the entire galaxy into the plague garden, this does not mean the end of the war.

On the contrary, this was only the beginning of a large-scale purge.

Despite losing a high-level command node like the Demon Prince, the main force of the Nurgle Plague Legion did not suffer a devastating blow.

The plague army continues to ravage the surfaces of seventeen planets.

Without unified strategic command, they degenerated into the purest and most frenzied carriers of the epidemic.

Plague Walkers form a massive, mindless mob that wanders aimlessly across the corrupted land, charging indiscriminately like activated meat machines at the mere scent of any living thing.

The surviving veterans of the Death Guard, having lost the Demon Prince's summons, are left to fight on their own.

Some simply transform into ruthless plague lords, using their primal energy to continue corrupting the surrounding land.

Faced with this galaxy-scale mess, Lawson issued an order.

Continue the conquest, annihilating all living things bearing the mark of Nurgle, leaving none alive.

Eighty thousand combat soldiers formed the absolute main force in this meat grinder battle.

Under the coordination of swarm intelligence, these 80,000 assassins were not evenly distributed across the seventeen planets.

Dispersing troops evenly is a major taboo in military strategy.

Swarm intelligence dynamically allocates resources based on the enemy density, terrain, and strategic value of each planet.

The seventeen planets were each allocated between two and five thousand troops, based on enemy density, the number of civilian survivors, and the level of strategic material reserves.

Command of each planet is entrusted to a newly recruited elite assassin.

This is the first large-scale combat deployment of the elite suicide squad system before the imminent arrival of the fifth-stage leap.

The 395 elite soldiers clad in white tiger power armor transformed into death gods who roamed among the seventeen planets.

Lawson made full use of the teleportation capabilities of the stasis field/arsenal.

If a planet's defenses are met with a concentrated charge from a group of Deathguard remnants, or if a large Corrupted Raider tank attempts to tear through the defenses, these 395 heavy infantry units will instantly descend upon the enemy's flanks or rear.

Shield wall advances, powered sword cuts.

After completing the targeted elimination, they will be teleported to the crisis outbreak point on another planet in the next second.

From the swampy regions of Klein-IV to the frigid coniferous forests of Klein-VII, and then to the equatorial volcanic clusters of Klein-XI, the heavy infantry's boots traversed the lands of three different planets within 24 hours.

This absolute mobility, which disregards physical distance, allowed a mobile force of only three hundred men to exert tactical pressure that even a full-strength Space Marine chapter could not match.

As for the 604 brand-new Mark X Prototype Power Armor sets gifted by Dante, Lawson did not immediately deploy them on the battlefield.

This batch of precious advanced imperial weaponry was immediately sent back to the core military industrial workshop on Planet Obolos III.

Because it was a blank new armor that had not been painted or used by any warband, the modification process was greatly shortened.

Five hundred T-series mechanical assassins are custom-modifying these original cast power armors in this massive underground workshop.

Because there is no need to repair battle damage, this modification is extremely rapid.

It is estimated that within just a few days, Lawson will be able to add another 604 elite White Tiger warriors, armed to the teeth and of the original forging level.

Lawson watched the red infection source on the tactical star map flash and gradually fade away.

The fall of the Great Impure One and the deaths of the seventeen demon princes will undoubtedly cause a tremor in the warp.

Retribution is inevitable for those who harbor ill will.

But Lawson is also well-versed in the physical laws of subspace.

The warp storms that followed the Great Rift were fair; they disrupted Imperial shipping lanes and also delayed the assembly of the Chaos fleet.

Even if Mortarion, the Primarch of Nurgle, personally issued a kill order, it would still take at least several months for those massive plague fleets to penetrate the raging tides of the physical universe and the warp to reach the Klein system.

These past few months have been the time difference for Lawson.

He intends to thoroughly plow through the seventeen grain-producing worlds of the Klein system within the next few months.

Then, incorporate them all into your territory.

The battle was progressing smoothly under the guidance of swarm intelligence.