Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"The Ninth Battle Group, the Suanni Battle Group."

"Positioning: Imperial Golden Fire purifies, combats pollution, eliminates filth, and burns the lair of demons."

"Where the holy flame passes, filth turns to ash."

Chapter 72: The Ashes Set and the Flag is Taken.

"Where the holy flame passes, filth turns to ash."

When the Suanni battle group responded, the golden fire patterns on the armor surface lit up for a moment.

All nine battle flags were unfurled.

White Tiger, Red Dragon, Luan Bird, Black Tortoise, Taotie, Bian, Yazi, Zhulong, Suanni.

Nine battle groups stood before the Temple of the Great Forging.

Nine thousand powered armor suits, nine thousand combat suicide soldiers.

Each one is fully woven.

Every single one is legal.

Each one belongs to the Avengers.

Lawson stood before the nine battle flags, his voice amplified through swarm intelligence and the square's loudspeaker matrix, reaching every assassin.

"From today onwards, the Avengers Legion will consist of nine battle groups."

"The White Tiger is the sword, the Red Dragon is the fire, the Luan Bird is the wings, the Black Tortoise is the shield, and the Taotie is the mouth."

“The Bixi enforces the law, the Yazi collects debts, the Zhulong leads the way, and the Suanni burns away the filth.”

Nine battle flags were raised simultaneously.

The living metal latch at the base of the flagpole opens, and the battle flag rises along the brass flagpole, eventually unfurling in front of the main casting temple.

The orbital projection synchronously transmitted this scene to the Agrippina main star, its satellite planets, the Klein system, and all the dispatched assassin nodes connected to the swarm mind.

At this moment, the nine warbands of the Avengers were officially formed.

Lawson knew very well that the chapter name and banner were only the first step.

The real change lies in the system.

The White Tiger no longer does everything.

Red Dragon no longer needs to undertake reconnaissance missions.

The phoenix can focus on maneuvering and hunting.

Xuanwu is responsible for guarding key nodes.

Taotie specializes in clearing and recycling.

Bi'an handled the order in the occupied area.

Ya Zi is responsible for the most brutal melee revenge.

The Candle Dragon will become the eyes of the expeditionary fleet.

The Suanni is responsible for the battlefields that must be burned clean by the golden fire.

This is not a simple expansion.

This demonstrates the maturity of the division of labor within the legion.

Previously, Lawson used swarm intelligence to forcibly unite all troops into one force.

Now, he begins to divide the rope into different cutting edges.

Next, the Dark Side Masters Expeditionary Fleet will also be organized according to the functions of the nine warbands.

An expeditionary fleet, from boarding, seizing, clearing, purifying, recovering, reorganizing, to repainting with the double-headed eagle, can all form a closed loop in swarm intelligence.

"The flag presentation is complete."

"The commanders of each battle group are connected to the theater-level swarm brain."

"White Tiger, Crimson Dragon, Black Tortoise, prioritize completing the sixth-order template adaptation."

"Luan Niao, Ya Zi, and Zhu Long will undergo intensive training in mobile tactics."

"The Taotie has taken over the recovery of the orbital debris."

"The Bi'an are reorganizing the anti-revolutionary regulations in the occupied territories, so that the nobles don't think that the war has just ended and they can sit back at the head of the table again."

"Suanni, go find Vera. The collaboration process between the Golden Fire Weapon and the Living Saint needs to be redone."

All nine battle group leaders knelt on one knee at the same time.

"Yes, my lord."

The nine battle groups simultaneously pounded their chests.

The metallic sound, like a series of synchronized artillery shots, echoed before the Temple of the Forge.

Lawson turned around and looked at the orbital projection.

The shipbreaking ring is still in operation.

Before the Temple of the Great Forge, nine battle flags fluttered in the wind amidst the ruins.

Empires love names.

I like seals.

I like to put everything into files that are readable, searchable, archiveable, and can be used as scapegoats.

Lawson has now given them the title.

Each unit comprises a thousand people, with clear records, independent emblems, and well-defined roles.

Any legalist who sees this will nod and frown.

All nine battle groups stood in the light.

But Lawson knew that there was another warband not here.

They could not stand in front of the Temple of the General Foundry to receive the flag.

We cannot shout slogans under the double-headed eagle of the Empire.

They couldn't even let most of the imperial generals know of their existence.

Because they were wearing Chaos Power Armor.

Because they speak the slang of chaos more fluently than the real chaos.

Because they were covered in pure subspace waste.

From a distance, they looked more like the Red Pirates than the Red Pirates, more like the Iron Warriors than the Iron Warriors, and more adept at using charlatanry to deceive people than the Word Bearers.

They were the dirtiest knife in Lawson's hand.

The Lurkers' Warband.

Lawson withdrew his gaze from the nine battle flags, his consciousness sinking into the depths of the swarm's thinking.

Ordinary suicide nodes converged into a vast ocean.

The battle sequence is a steady tide of steel.

Non-combatant zombies form a neural network that permeates planets, fleets, factories, hives, warehouses, repair bays, and food lines.

The Lurker Chapter, on the other hand, is like a dark shadow scattered across the dark side of the galaxy.

Their nodes are not concentrated.

Some are on the lower deck of the Chaos Pirate Ship.

Some were outside the slave cabins of the Red Pirates' branch fleet.

Some are in the ammunition depot of the Iron Warriors Siege Fortress.

Some were behind the preaching platform of the Word Bearers' pilgrimage fleet.

Some have even infiltrated the Khorne Warband, donning blood-red armor and spending their days chanting "Skull Offering Skull Seat" with a bunch of lunatics.

They live under the enemy's nose every day.

Every prayer you hear can drive an ordinary person crazy.

The corridor was filled with the scents of flesh and blood, engine oil, rotting spices, and the whispers of demons.

But they knew in their hearts whose soldiers they were.

Lawson raised his hand.

After nine battle flags, the tenth flag was not raised in the square.

It unfolds only within the swarm intelligence framework.

The flag was jet black.

There is no fixed pattern in the middle.

At first glance, it looks like the blood claw mark of the Red Pirates.

At first glance, it resembles the warning stripes of a steel warrior.

Upon closer inspection, it turned into fragments of the scriptures of the Word Bearer.

Finally, all the patterns faded away, leaving only a blank mask.

Lawson spoke using swarm intelligence.

"Infiltrators, take the flag."

Throughout the Milky Way, 666 nodes lit up simultaneously.

They cannot kneel in the same square.

But at the same instant, they received the order.

On a chaotic privateer.

Inside the bottom ammunition compartment, several "Red Pirates" clad in tattered power armor were counting the shells.