Warhammer: Empire Reboot

This is a nearly new used car that Dante sent him. He deliberately kicked the outside a few times so that he could write "scrapped" on the ledger.

Lawson chuckled.

"The Regent really knows how to handle people."

He walked up to another batch of brand-new boxes and kicked the lid open.

Inside, a thousand Mark X prototype powered armor suits were neatly stacked.

Mars original factory rolls off the production line.

The paint was so new it looked like it had just been lifted out from under the incense burner in the Mechanical Engineering Department; the paint smell hadn't even dissipated yet.

This is something that can't be fooled by ledgers.

With over three thousand "wrecked remains," Dante could say that the war zone suffered material losses.

The Ministry of the Interior's investigation only yielded a pile of damaged steel scraps.

However, these thousand new armors were intended to be distributed to the next generation of the Holy Blood Angels' original forged army.

Giving it directly to Lawson is like Dante reaching into Baal's belt and prying out the bones of an entire new army.

The courtroom smelled it and was sure to bite.

"Connect to Baal."

Lawson glanced at the Cornerstone Sequence assassins beside him, who were acting as communication relays.

"Find the Regent."

The swarm mind transcends the physical distance of the subspace, connecting to the assassin nodes around Dante.

Soon, Dante's voice was relayed back through the assassins.

"Have you received the supplies?"

"received."

Lawson looked at the rows of storage bays.

"One thousand new suits, not one missing. The more than three thousand 'wrecks' are also quite interesting, bad in a very polite way."

There was a pause on the other end of the communication.

"The mechanical repair team has determined that the machine is beyond repair."

"Are their eyes damaged?"

"Sometimes, bad eyes are better suited for reading ledgers than good eyes."

Lawson smiled.

"This gift is too heavy. The hounds of the court will smell it and bite you in Baal."

Dante replied, "My role is that of a regent in the shadows, not an accountant for the court."

"Supplies are distributed to those who can kill the enemy. This is the ledger of the Holy Blood Angels."

Lawson didn't respond to that.

Dante continued, "Your broadcast has taken effect. Chaos fleets, orcs, and even some Heretic warbands in the surrounding star sectors are deviating from their course. The storm is gathering towards Agrippina."

"I'll take care of it."

"Don't be careless."

Dante told Lawson, "I have sent rallying orders to the few Astartes Chapters that the Dark Side can still contact. We will try to deploy Space Marines from nearby systems to the vicinity of Agrippina to provide you with containment and support from the periphery."

Lawson looked at the main star's defense line on the holographic star map.

"Just have them clear out the miscellaneous soldiers on the perimeter."

"No need to enter the main star."

Dante remained silent for a moment.

"you sure?"

Lawson placed his hand on the shoulder armor of a Mark X power armor suit.

“Agrippina is no longer a place where the Chaos Legion can come and go as it pleases.”

On the other end of the communication line, Seth's hoarse laughter came from the side.

"I like this sentence."

Dante ignored him.

"Survive, brothers Lawson."

Lawson looked at the full cabin of power armor.

Communication ended.

Lawson turned around.

"Take inventory and recompile."

Swarm intelligence is instantly summarized.

The initial number was nearly four hundred.

Dante sent over six hundred bodies in the first batch.

The Iron Warriors recovered and restored four hundred bodies.

One thousand new suits of armor today.

And the 3,427 "decommissioned wrecks" that are about to be restored.

Five thousand powered armor suits.

Within the Imperial structure, these are five full-strength Space Marine chapters.

Even during the Great Expedition, they would be enough to form a legion's vanguard assault brigade.

Lawson wasn't so arrogant as to cram all five thousand men into the White Tiger Battle Group.

If a warband swells to five thousand men, the Imperial Allied Fleet can mark Agrippina as a rebellious world without Chaos even having to lift a finger.

He had to find a way to operate within the rules of the empire.

Instead of making the rules a target by placing them on your head.

“Create a grouping matrix.”

Lawson gave the order.

“Five thousand Thunder Death Soldier soldiers who have completed the fifth-order leap will be drawn from the combat sequence, with one thousand soldiers forming an independent unit.”

"First Battle Group, retaining its original structure, White Tiger."

"The Second Battle Group will be equipped with one thousand brand-new Mark X power armor suits, named Crimson Dragon."

"Once the three thousand remains are repaired, the third battle group, Luan Bird, will be formed in sequence."

"Fourth Battle Group, Xuanwu."

"Fifth Battle Group, Taotie."

T-001 Recording complete.

"Should we report them to the Imperial official order as five independent sub-generation battle groups?"

Lawson glanced at it.

"You're understanding the Empire more and more."

"I'm learning how to be legally illegal."

"You've learned well."

Lawson walked toward a Mark X power armor that had already been painted.

On its broad chest was the iconic, almost blinding, double-headed imperial eagle. On its right shoulder armor was a dark red oriental dragon.

The double-headed eagle on the chest represents legitimacy.

Shoulder armor patterns represent affiliation.

To outsiders, these appear to be five sub-battle groups operating in concert.

In Lawson's swarm mentality, these are five fingers.

When they are separated, they can each control a separate battlefield.

When needed, it can be clenched into a fist capable of shattering galaxies.

The White Tiger and Red Dragon have reached full strength.

With two full-strength battle groups, plus 130,000 Thunder Death Squads and 6,000 Bear Guards, Lawson's ground assault force had reached a density that would give any warlord a nightmare.

Once the remaining three thousand power armors are repaired and he has five complete battle groups at his disposal, he will no longer need to treat the White Tiger elites as firefighters constantly putting out fires.

He can make real chopping boards and hammers.

Deeply interwoven.

A multi-pronged attack.

Synchronous boarding across galaxies.

Even before the enemy has figured out which battle group is the real main force, they can simultaneously stick all five fingers into the throat of the enemy fleet.

But not enough.

Lawson shifted his gaze from the power armor to the holographic tactical star map.

"T-001, retrieve the distribution of all orbital air defense missile silos on the surface of the main star."

Star chart switching.

One hundred and twenty giant air defense missile silos lit up with green light on the ground.

"Last time, we used a torpedo silo to launch boarding torpedoes from a distance and took down Barak's flagship."