Warhammer: Empire Reboot

This time it's on a larger scale.

Golden threads of spiritual entropy surged from his body, so dense that they formed a visible golden mist in the air.

Hundreds of thousands of threads were simultaneously inserted into hundreds of thousands of contaminated gene seeds.

Golden flames burn inside each seed.

It accurately identifies foreign objects inside the seed that do not belong to the original genetic blueprint: remnants of the chaotic subspace, signals from the Zerg gene-stealers, and fungal spores from the Orcs, and then burns them one by one.

The grayish-green seeds turned dark red in the golden fire.

The purple stains were evaporated by the golden flames, but for some seeds with extremely deep contamination, the golden flames required even longer.

Lawson's psionic threads swept repeatedly through the inside of these seeds, digging out and burning contaminants from every crevice in the genetic chain.

The mental anti-entropy establishes the same isolation barrier inside each purified seed.

The golden light deep inside the warehouse grew brighter and brighter.

Dante stood at the edge of the purification zone, watching the golden light cover the hundreds of thousands of "junk" items he had kept for many years.

His hands were trembling.

Dante has an extremely strong ability to control his emotions and is almost never swayed by anything.

But now, he is really excited.

The golden light in the warehouse slowly faded.

Hundreds of thousands of gene seeds floated quietly in their respective low-temperature fields.

Dark red, healthy, vibrant, and almost indistinguishable from seeds from the pure zone.

Dante stepped forward, his voice trembling noticeably.

"Brother, are all these gene seeds really usable?"

Lawson replied, "I can't guarantee whether Red Thirst and Black Wrath will be completely eliminated. The duration of the mental entropy barrier depends on the individual differences of the seeds and the actual environment after implantation, but the barrier will not weaken for at least a hundred years."

"In other words, the new recruits bred from these seeds will have a significantly lower mutation mortality rate during the implantation process, and will not experience Red Thirst Out of Control or Black Rage Outbreaks within a hundred years after implantation."

Dante smiled with satisfaction.

From the moment a new recruit is implanted into the military to the moment he grows into a qualified soldier and then fights on the battlefield, a century is enough for him to fight dozens of battles.

Moreover, Lawson said at least a century. What if the barrier lasts even longer? What if it can be purified again after a century?

Hundreds of thousands of gene seeds.

Even if the success rate of implantation only doubles, from less than 30% to 60%, that would mean nearly 100,000 new Holy Blood Angels.

The Blood Angels' various battle groups combined currently number less than 50,000.

One hundred thousand new recruits mean that the total strength of the Blood Angels can be tripled.

Dante wiped his old face.

That face had too many wrinkles and scars, and the way tears streamed down from the grooves of those scars was not a pretty sight.

But he doesn't care.

"enough."

He suddenly bumped Lawson with his shoulder.

"Anyway, we Holy Blood Angels can never repay your kindness."

Dante laughed heartily: "That's it then, I'll keep owing you, I'll keep owing you forever!"

Lawson laughed when he bumped into him.

Dante smiled too.

The two stood amidst hundreds of thousands of reborn gene seeds, their laughter echoing for a long while in the cold, deserted warehouse.

…………

Vigilant Star, Ruler's Court.

Dante walked up to the wine cabinet in Lawson, took out a bottle of Lawson's Imperial Vintage, and poured two glasses.

He handed one of the glasses to Lawson, and then leaned against the window with the other glass in his hand.

This action itself says a lot.

Dante maintained the demeanor of a regent in all situations, never touching other people's things, never pouring his own wine, and never displaying such casual behavior on other people's turf.

Now, he doesn't need to put on airs in front of Lawson.

What just happened at the Balgene seed bank has burned away the last layer of politeness between the two of them.

The ten-thousand-year curse of the Holy Blood Angels was resolved at its root by Lawson, and hundreds of thousands of gene seeds that had been sentenced to death were reborn. The deep bond between the two sides is now difficult to break.

The two of them each took a sip and remained quiet for a while.

Dante spoke first.

There's something I'd like to discuss with you.

"The Lion King is back."

“He is the Primarch, and the Dark Side of the Empire now has a conscious and combat-ready Primarch. By all accounts, the title of Dark Side Regent should be given to him.”

Lawson looked at Dante and laughed: "So you want to go home again?"

Dante shook his head and chuckled.

"That was true before you came. I was single-handedly supporting the dark side of the empire, with no end in sight, and I wondered every day how long I could hold on. But things are different now that you've come. We have navigation, communication, logistics, and combat capabilities. It wouldn't be a problem for me, the regent, to serve for another thousand years."

“But now the Lion King is back. He is the Emperor’s eldest son and the head of the twenty Primarchs. If he is willing to take over the Dark Side regency, he is more suitable than me. The Dark Side of the Empire needs someone with more weight to stand at the forefront.”

He paused for a moment, then added a sentence.

“I really don’t understand why you don’t want this title. Logically speaking, you are the one who actually holds power in the shadows of the empire. If you don’t want this title, someone will make an issue of it sooner or later.”

Lawson took a sip of his drink.

He was certainly aware of Dante's confusion.

The Sealholder of the Dark Side was appointed by Dante, and above the Sealholder is the Regent of the Dark Side, Dante, whose appointment came from Guilliman.

If Lawson accepts the title of Dark Regent, then his power will come from Guilliman's authorization.

When he meets Guilliman in the future, he will nominally be Guilliman's subordinate.

Lawson doesn't intend to confine himself to that framework.

But this reason doesn't need to be stated too explicitly to Dante.

“You should discuss this with the Lion King yourself.” Lawson put down his wine glass. “If he’s willing to accept the title, I have no objection.”

"However, given his personality, he most likely won't accept it."

Dante sighed.

He also understood the Lion King; the Lion King was a warrior, not an administrator.

Just as the two were about to continue their conversation, Lawson raised an eyebrow slightly.

A message came from the swarm intelligence.

"The commanders of all the battle groups have gathered at Lion King's side, and he requests to meet with me."

"Let's go together. Go and gather the chapter leaders of the Holy Blood Angels as well."

Half an hour later.

The Grand Council Hall of the Vigilant Star Ruler's Court.

The circular tiered seating surrounds the circular conference area, topped by a transparent dome that offers a view of the Imperial fleet slowly moving along the orbit of the Vigilant Star.

Dante entered the arena accompanied by the chapter leaders of more than twenty chapters of the Blood Angels and their respective think tank elders.

Red and dark red power armor was arranged in rows on the tiered seating.

The Lion King entered from the other entrance, followed by the Grand Masters and Chapter Masters of the Dark Angels and the Unforgiven Chapters.

Dark green and bone-white power armor occupied the other half of the seats.

Azrael walked to the right of the Lion King, with Belial and Corvos following closely behind.

For the first time, the two largest Space Marine forces on the dark side of the Empire sat down in the same room.

Dante was the first to stand up and give the Lion King a standard Imperial salute.

"Your Excellency Lion King, the Dark Side of the Empire welcomes the Primarch's return. Your return gives us all hope."

The Lion King nodded slightly.

"Dante, you single-handedly held up the dark side of the Empire. This achievement does not need my evaluation; the Emperor has seen it all."

After a brief, polite exchange, everyone took their seats.

Lawson sat in the main seat in the conference area, which was how the physical layout of the Domination Court was designed.

He glanced at the faces in the seats on both sides.

"The last time this hall was this full was during the Battle of Vigilant Star."

The image of Lawson beating Abaddon and seizing the Soul of Vengeance in that battle still circulates among the various chapters in the dark side of the Empire.

Dante stood up and looked at the Lion King.

"Your Majesty, I have a formal request."

"I will temporarily assume the position of Regent of the Dark Side of the Empire. Now that the Primarch has returned, the Dark Side of the Empire should be led by someone more qualified. I urge His Majesty the Lion King to assume the position of Regent of the Dark Side of the Empire."

The council chamber fell silent for a few seconds.

The chapter commanders of the Blood Angels were not surprised; Dante had given them prior notice.

The Dark Angels' Grand Masters were not surprised; the proposal was reasonable, as the Primarch's status was above that of any Space Marine.

The Lion King shook his head decisively: "Dante, I refuse."

Dante was not disappointed; he had anticipated this answer.

"The Dark Regent is an administrative position appointed by Guilliman. It represents a position within the imperial orthodoxy. I have only been awake for a few months and have limited understanding of the current imperial administrative system, political landscape, and the interests of various factions. Taking over this position rashly will not only fail to help the Dark Side of the Empire, but may also cause chaos due to my misjudgment."