Warhammer: Empire Reboot

However, Leontus added, "If he can hold the Ogram line, I will fully support him."

Guilliman nodded slightly; Leontus's reaction was exactly what he expected, and it was in line with his character.

The Sun Lord didn't care where Lawson came from, how many technologies he used that Terra disliked, or whether he kept the High Lords up at night.

In Leontus's view, the Pacific Sector is bleeding, and the Ogram Line is about to collapse. If Lawson can stabilize this line, then he is the ruler the Empire needs.

Tula snorted coldly.

“My Imperial Guard company commander was imprisoned by him on the gate of the Vigilant Star, and now we have to line up here to welcome him. How absurd.”

Several generals around him lowered their heads.

Guilliman finally glanced at Trajan.

"Prioritize the overall situation!"

Tula's gaze remained unchanged.

"The Imperial Guard never neglects the big picture, and that's why I will never forget anyone who might threaten the Emperor."

Guilliman did not continue the argument.

It's normal that Tula doesn't like Lawson.

The Grand General of the Imperial Guard would not like anyone who is not under Terra's control but has the power to rewrite the empire's landscape.

Guilliman even suspected that Trajan wouldn't be standing here waiting today if the Tyranid swarm hadn't already pushed the Pacific Sector to the brink.

The atmosphere in the square grew increasingly oppressive.

Several officers of the Ultramarines stood in the ranks, their expressions serious.

Suddenly, the three combat units in front of the square seemed to receive an order and raised their hands simultaneously.

Three blue light curtains rose up in front of them.

Static field activated.

The next moment, the first batch of black-armored warriors emerged from the light screen.

After the White Tiger Legion emerged from the static force field, there was no chaos whatsoever. They immediately formed a line on the left flank of the plaza, with their shields facing outwards and their weapons pressed down. The entire formation resembled a black defensive line that had suddenly grown out.

The Crimson Dragon Legion stepped out from the second light curtain.

The Luan Bird Battle Group appeared within the third light curtain.

Behind the three light curtains, more static force fields were activated at the edge of the square.

Xuanwu, Taotie, Bian, Yazi, Zhulong, Suanni.

One after another, the nine legions set out.

Each faction has its own unique characteristics, weaponry, and tactical approach, yet they all share the same underlying order.

Silence, precision, obedience, and a power that makes people uncomfortable.

The number of people quickly exceeded 10,000, and then 30,000.

Finally, 90,000 heavily armed Astartes-class warriors completed their formation in the square.

The officers of the Ultramarines finally couldn't help but exchange glances.

According to the Astartes Codex, a warband consists of one thousand men.

This is a system personally written by Guilliman, an ironclad rule engraved into the imperial military structure after the Horus Rebellion to prevent legion-level rebellions from happening again.

Now, Lawson has brought 90,000.

Several Ultra Warriors instinctively looked at Guilliman.

Guilliman remained expressionless.

He already knew about the dark side of the empire.

Right now, the Pacific Sector is being devoured by the Tyranid swarm, and billions of people are dying every day on the Ogram Front.

At this moment, he only regretted that Lawson had not brought enough warriors.

Leontus' attention was not on the number of people.

"This delivery speed..."

As the Supreme Commander of the Star Forces, he understood all too well what strategic maneuvering meant.

The empire has no shortage of people.

What the empire lacks is the ability to get people to where they're supposed to die on time.

Countless worlds perished not because of insufficient military strength, but because reinforcements were always on their way, ammunition was always stuck behind the warp storms, and transport ships were always a step too late to arrive.

If Lawson can deploy troops in this way within the war zone, the significance of many defensive lines will be redefined.

Tula's gaze also darkened.

The appearance of 90,000 warriors was too fast, even more terrifying than the Eldar's web-based defenses.

A person who possesses this strategic projection capability, if an ally, is the empire's weapon.

If not, then it is the key that can be inserted into Terra's heart.

A wider field of static force opened up directly behind the plaza.

The ground began to shake.

Emerging from the light screen were 30,000 heavily armed bear guards.

They are nearly five meters tall on average, their bodies are covered in heavy armor, their shoulders and backs are as broad as mobile fortresses, and the heavy weapons and giant axes in their hands exude an extremely brutal sense of oppression.

These giants landed with steady movements, turned without hesitation, and even spread out in formation with a beast-like agility.

The ordinary original Astartes stood before the Bear Guard, just reaching his chest.

Before everyone could fully process what was happening, a low rumble suddenly came from the sky.

One after another, heavy-duty Xiongwei motorcycles burst out of the static force field.

Thirty thousand Xiongwei motorcycles took off one after another and hovered above the square.

A dark mass, like a flock of armored steel raptors.

The combined roar of their engines sent shivers down the spines of the entire forward command post.

Some of the Star Guard generals almost forgot to breathe.

In the Pacific region, they are desperately short of mobile forces.

The Tyranid swarm is advancing too fast; once the Astragalus' traditional armored forces are breached on the flanks, it is very difficult for them to reorganize.

These heavy anti-gravity motorcycles represent an air-to-ground assault force capable of rapid entry, rapid withdrawal, and rapid support.

Leontus has already begun to recalculate in his mind how to use the frontline mobile reserves.

At this point, the static force field changes again.

The originally scattered light curtains began to converge to both sides, forming two huge blue spatial gates.

Twenty guards stepped forward beside each gate.

They raised their arms, and the traction devices and static anchors on their bodies lit up simultaneously.

A deep roar echoed from the bear guard ranks.

A huge black shadow appeared inside the spatial gate.

Leontus squinted.

Trajan finally leaned forward slightly.

The next instant, a Raptor fighter jet burst out from the static light curtain.

Its size far exceeds that of ordinary landing craft, with a huge fuselage, folded wings, and tail thrusters that only fully ignite the moment it breaks out of the force field.

The thing was practically pulled out of another space by twenty bear guards using traction anchors. After passing through the gate, it suddenly rose, its enormous shadow sweeping across the square and heading straight for the fortress.

Everyone looked up.

Even Guilliman fell silent for a moment.

How could a fighter jet of this size be directly delivered from the dark side of the Empire?

Raptor fighter jets continuously burst out from the two huge light screens, and after taking off, they automatically formed up according to the swarm's instructions, passed through the shield windows of the forward command post, and gathered towards the outer orbit.

When three thousand Raptor fighters took off, their flight paths almost filled the area above the Pacific Starfield forward command post.

The naval commanders finally couldn't sit still any longer.

They knew all too well what this meant.

This means that Lawson has directly presented Guilliman with a complete set of rapidly deployable air assault and orbital coordination capabilities.

Leontus said in a low voice, "If this delivery can be maintained, the gaps in the Ogram Line's mobility can be filled."

Trajan still disliked Losen.

But he had to admit that such power deserved the title of the Emperor of the Empire.

After the Raptor fighter jet, the stasis light curtain contracted slightly.

This time, it was the First Legion that emerged from within.

Rows of dark green power armor stepped out, silent and ancient, as if they had walked directly from the Great Crusade era into the battlefield of the forty-first millennium.

Their numbers were not as exaggerated as those of Lawson's nine warbands.

But the mere sight of 10,000 First Legion Astartes standing there was enough to make many feel out of place.

Immediately afterwards, the Holy Blood Angel arrived.

The red-armored warrior emerged from the static field, golden wing patterns shimmering on his chest armor.

Three combat units stepped forward simultaneously in front of the light screen.

The loudspeaker array resonated throughout the entire square:

"Lord Dante has arrived!"

The next moment, Dante stepped out of the static field.