Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"I'll calculate the cost."

Huron said coldly.

"Send blind messages to all available peripheral relays of the Great Vortex. Order all Star Cities to upgrade their shields, all shipyards to close their external berths, and all treasure fleets to relocate. The Ghost of Destruction is to return to port."

A Red Pirate officer couldn't help but say, "Sir, what if this is a trick by Lawson to get Dante out of trouble..."

Huron walked up to him.

"That means he succeeded."

The officer shut up.

Huron turned around, his voice echoing across the bridge.

"All troops cease fire."

"The outer fleet is regrouping."

"The frigates will take away any slave ships they can carry."

"Now, immediately, warp back to the Great Vortex."

The order was relayed.

The cruisers at the front, which were pressuring Dante's fleet to lower their guns, were forced to make an emergency turn behind them, while the slave ships began to change course. The escort ships released chaff torpedoes to block any possible pursuit by the Imperial fleet.

Huron sat back on his throne.

This withdrawal of troops is very shameful.

But losing face is better than losing face in your hometown.

No one doubted Huron's hatred.

But no one dared to persuade him to stay.

Planet Obolos III, Spire.

After the broadcast ended, the tactical hall returned to silence.

"Boss, are we really going?"

Lawson leaned back in his chair, a cigar between his fingers, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Don't go."

"Scare him a little."

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Chapter 184 The War Beast Growing Silently in the Dark

The Red Pirates retreated quickly and poorly, abandoning several slow-moving, marginal ships.

They are not afraid of losing a few marginal ships.

For Pirate King Huron, ships could be stolen again, slaves could be captured again, and face could be regained later.

If something goes wrong with the Great Vortex, his throne will crack.

Inside the bridge of the Holy Blood Angels fleet, the red ship shadows on the tactical platform were receding into the distance.

Seth stared at the star map for several breaths: "He really left?"

The tactical attendant reconfirmed the echo from the oracles.

"The main Red Pirate fleet is disengaging from engagement range. Outer escort ships are laying mines, and the main fleet is turning towards the whirlpool. The signal from the Ghost of Destruction is receding."

"With just one sentence from the Lord Seal Master, Huron was scared back home."

Seth has seen too many lunatics in his life.

The World Devourer.

A mortal carrying explosives charging towards the demons on a desperate battlefield.

He himself is often seen as an unruly beast.

Kolosen's approach is still quite rare.

He directly broadcasted across all frequency bands, telling the ruthless Huron: I've got my eye on your vortex.

Then the Pirate King withdrew.

If Seth hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he would have thought it was some drunken battlefield allegory concocted by a State priest.

Dante stood before the tactical platform, his expression hidden by a golden mask.

But those who knew him well on the bridge could sense that the tension in the old man's shoulders had eased slightly.

The waterway has been opened.

The Holy Blood Angels fleet can continue to the next battlefield.

This is more important than anything else.

Seth turned to look at him.

"You knew all along that Huron would withdraw?"

Dante's finger landed on the edge of the star map, where the Red Pirate fleet's retreat direction was marked.

"He's the Pirate King; he won't risk the Great Whirlpool just to stop us."

Seth frowned.

"But the Grand Master may not actually go to fight the Great Vortex. He has just purged the Agrippina Sector and has many things to manage."

Dante looked up at the huge observation window in front of the bridge.

In the distant void, the trail of the red pirate resembled a receding crimson tide.

“Every time the Lawson brothers broadcast across all frequency bands, it was accompanied by actual results. Typhon was publicly executed, the Khorne army was repelled at Agrippina, Angron fell, the Red Pirates' branch fleet lost contact, and the Iron Warrior heavy cruiser was dismantled.”

Upon hearing this, Seth's smile faded somewhat.

Dante continued, "Huron can determine how many soldiers, how many ships, and how much time the Lawson brothers have. But he cannot confirm one thing."

"what?"

"Have the Lawson brothers already reached into the vortex?"

Seth's eyes flickered.

"What he fears is that the Lord of the Seal is already caught in the whirlpool."

"A pirate is still a pirate. All talk and no action, but when their own house catches fire, they run faster than anyone else."

"That's why they were able to survive."

Dante looked at Seth and said, "Don't underestimate Huron. His retreat doesn't mean cowardice. On the contrary, he made the choice that best served his own interests."

Seth understood.

On the battlefield, courage can tear through enemy lines.

In a long war, only those who can judge when to retreat can make a comeback time and time again.

Huron is that kind of thing.

Like a poisonous stinger hidden in iron filings.

If you pull back this time, you'll find another angle to stab someone next time.

Seth suddenly asked, "Should we thank the Lord of the Seal?"

Several Blood Angels officers on the bridge looked over.

Dante did not answer immediately.

After a moment, he shook his head.

"Let's keep going."

Seth raised an eyebrow.

"Not even a thank you?"

"The Lawson brothers won't mind a thank you."

Dante sighed, “Now, every hour we waste, we risk losing a position.”

The smile on Seth's face vanished completely.

"Is it really that bad on Vigilant Star?"

Dante did not give the answer immediately.

He simply switched the star map to the next battlefield.

The area was covered with numerous red, black, and gray markings.

The waterway is broken.

The distress signals are frequent.

The Imperial positions felt like they were being choked by a hand.

“The Vigilant Star is not just a planet,” Dante whispered. “It is a passage, a defense line, a latch that allows many worlds in the dark side of the Empire to continue to breathe.”

Seth gripped the hilt of the chainsaw sword.

Who is the enemy?

Dante looked at the blemishes on the star map.

"a lot of."

This response made the bridge quieter.

a lot of.

In the dark side of the empire, this word is often more terrifying than the name of an enemy.