Emperor's Bane

Chapter 208 Luthor's Dream

Here comes Luther.

He brought a whole fleet with him.

It is enough to arm a legion, provoke a war, or let a bright star fall into the abyss of destruction and oblivion.

[Individual weapons enough to arm [-] Astartes at one time, [-] armored vehicles of various types, [-] artillery pieces of various types, [-] sets of Terminator tactical armor of various types, and three squadrons of Stormbirds , and supporting ammunition supplies and medical supplies that are enough to consume an apocalyptic war from beginning to end. 】

[There are also transport ships responsible for transporting these materials, and a naval fleet providing military support: fifteen capital ships and several light ships. These ships themselves and all crew members are also part of this gift. 】

[225 Dark Angels, most of them are veterans who have experienced the Terra Unification War and Randan War, 150 of them are senior technical sergeants, responsible for the management and maintenance of weapons and equipment that do not use general technology. 】

[More than [-] volumes of explanatory books, which record in detail all the alien races that the Dark Angels have encountered that can be disclosed, as well as the specific experiences and lessons learned in [all] battles in the past, and a copy of the most detailed Eastern Galaxy The star map, as well as some unique contact methods of the Rogue Trader dynasty and the feudal world of knights. 】

[Finally, there is the most important existence, whose individual value exceeds the sum of all other gifts. 】

[Kaliban Knight: Luther. 】

[My best friend. 】

The weighty text was not recorded on the electronic board, but was recorded on a roll of parchment by some kind of vigorous and strong writing power, and it even exuded the smell from Caliban, some kind of deep forest and rot. The smell of leaves.

Morgan leaned on her silver throne. Today, she has sat on this extremely uncomfortable throne for too long, receiving batch after batch of audiences with their own needs.

Without exception, these visitors brought gifts, but there was no doubt that the heavy gift brought by a certain old Caliban knight who stood behind the champion swordsman of the First Legion was the most valuable.

Morgan grabbed one side of the parchment roll and let the other side lie on her lap. She whispered little by little this most important gift, which is enough to arm the entire Dawnbreaker Legion, Even more than enough, the most sincere and heroic gift of Caliban.

The Spider Queen didn't even really read out the most important parts: Although there were only Luther and Morgan in the throne room, the Master of the Second Legion still didn't read out the last words of inestimable value due to a certain cautious nature. gift.

Production lines for firearms, power armor, terminators, various armored vehicles and artillery.

The large number and variety of them are enough for the newly born Second Legion to establish a medium-sized industrial world of its own in an instant, and complete the most basic and most important self-sufficiency.

Of course, while presenting all these generous gifts, the King of Knights of Caliban was not completely carried away: all the production lines are those [normal] equipment, which can be found in any large foundry world The same items, without involving the mysterious science and technology and ancient relics unique to the Dark Angels.

As for those armored vehicles and artillery, there are indeed a very small number of [First Legion specialties] among them, but their number is too rare to be worth mentioning, and they are under the strict supervision of those senior technical sergeants.

Even if Jonson didn't say it clearly, Morgan knew very well that these Dark Angels' unique equipment would only be used by her at the most dangerous critical moment, and when necessary, all unfortunate outside witnesses needed to shut them down forever. mouth.

Having worked together for more than ten years, this tacit understanding does not need additional reminders at all.

At the end of the scroll, there seemed to be a few words, but Morgan was in no mood to finish reading it. The Queen of Dawn kept a kind smile. , There is simply too much sincerity and sincerity.

He looked up and saw Luther: the old knight was smiling because of the phrase "my best friend" in Morgan's mouth. He looked a few years older, compared with the barely high-spirited appearance in Morgan's memory , with some loneliness in prison.

It seems that some people don't really like the deep forests of Caliban that much.

【We haven't seen each other for a long time, Mr. Luther. 】

Morgan maintained that smile that no one could refuse. She stood up, first moved her tingling limbs, then walked down the stairs slowly, leading Luther to the space behind the throne.

With a wave of his hand, a set of simple wooden tables and chairs appeared out of thin air.

Compared with standing high on the throne and facing her [best friend], the Spider Queen has a different way of getting along: whether it is Ahriman before, Luther now, or Kelly Fanny later , none of them will feel the arrogance and coercion of being a half clone Primarch from Morgan. In the eyes of these pen pals of Morgan, what they see is only a true friend.

Morgan is happy to maintain a closer friendship with these key people in her heart. After all, compared to some of her brothers, the Spider Queen is very clear: there are some things that cannot be done by a high authority and the status of the Primarch On the contrary, it is the gesture of sincere friendship and equal intercourse that will work wonders.

【any drinks? 】

The old knight of Caliban is still a little restrained. He still doesn't seem to have reacted to the fact that his pen pal is actually a Primarch, but facing Morgan's performance, the kind of sincere friendship is the same as before. , Luther still showed a rare smile.

Following the guidance of the Primarch, he looked at the shelf beside him. Several kinds of wines were gathered on it, and the names of their respective types were written on the signs below.

[This is all brewed by me myself. 】

Golden Fleece, Burgundy, Cabernet Sauvignon, Grenache, Acadia Acorn…

Bottles of wine that looked so mellow and thick made Luthor couldn't help but dazzle his eyes. This old knight, who had never been interested in this, kept looking at his fine wines that were carefully wrapped in long bottles. Found another problem.

"this……?"

The old knight pointed to the obvious empty area on the wine rack: it was empty, there was no bottle of wine, only a lonely sign with a string of beautiful characters written on it.

【Classical craft】

Morgan blinked.

[Classical craftsmanship...it has a sour taste, which may not suit your taste. 】

Luther didn't see the momentary stagnation on the Primarch's face. He nodded, picked a bottle casually, and slowly chatted with this extraordinary pen pal in front of him.

[I thought I would see you in the Battle of Turks, after all, it was a battle where the First Legion devoted all its efforts. 】

Morgan got up, instead of using her psychic power, she poured a glass for Luthor herself. Her words were casual and silky, easily provoking the topic, and made Luthor's pupils darken involuntarily.

"Jonson sent me back to Caliban, hoping that I could recruit and train enough new blood for the next war, so as to ensure the combat endurance of the Dark Angels Legion."

Morgan lowered her head and poured wine for herself. Her eyes avoided the old Caliban knight with an unnatural expression, so that the other party could not see the brilliance in her pupils.

[Yes, I know, Johnson talked to me about this before the war. 】

The Primarch nodded, she didn't seem to meet Luthor's eyes, but lost in her own words.

[However, I think this is not a very correct move. Temporary recruitment of new blood is almost meaningless for a battle of the level of the Turks. Instead, we need a commander who has experienced many battles. Play an independent role. 】

[What's more, for a battle of this level, no matter whether it ends in victory or defeat, the Dark Angels, as the absolute main force, should usher in a rest to make up for the damage caused by more than ten years of fierce fighting . 】

[Jonson can wait for a while, and then deal with the recruitment of new blood and other issues in person. 】

【In terms of handling this matter, my brother is a bit short-sighted, but of course it is not his fault, he is too tired. 】

"..."

Luther was silent for a moment, he seemed to be hesitating whether to agree with this sentence, but after seeing his white as new armor, the old knight of Caliban still sighed lightly.

"yes……"

"And he has never learned such a macro strategic command. Caliban limits him."

Morgan nodded, she seemed to be awakened by Luther's words.

【Speaking of Caliban...】

[What happened to Caliban? 】

[As far as I know, the First Legion almost only recruits new recruits in Caliban. After such a long and fierce battle for more than ten years, the pressure on Caliban should not be small, right? 】

"……indeed so."

Luther lowered his head and drank to hide the shock in his pupils.

He even had an illusion, an extremely absurd feeling.

After Jonson led the Dark Angels back to Caliban, Luthor also had a few conversations with his primarch and adopted son, all about Legion business.

Zhuang Sen is concerned about many things: he is concerned about the direction of the Great Crusade, he is concerned about the search for Ran Dan's home planet, he is concerned about the situation of the next batch of recruits, he is concerned about the safety of those important warehouses...

He never cared about Caliban, though, and never cared about…

Luther blinked.

In the end, the first sentence he heard concerning Caliban actually came from an "outsider" in a certain sense.

It's... funny.

He sighed.

"Generally speaking, it's not bad. The population structure is still normal, and sufficient sources of troops and manpower can be provided. The legion's rest work has also been on the right track. In fact, Zhuang Sen has already brought the main force of the First Legion to the industrial World Gramaye, he didn't stay long in Caliban."

[You didn't follow? 】

"I... I'm still in charge of Caliban."

The words of the old knight were somewhat evasive.

Morgan nodded, she continued to sip a few sips of the wine, and then thought of something.

[By the way, Your Excellency Luther. 】

[I remember that when I was helping Jonson with the documents, you often mentioned in your letters that there seemed to be small protests breaking out in Caliban? 】

[At that time, the war was urgent, Zhuang Sen rejected all irrelevant documents, and I didn’t know enough about Caliban, so I didn’t give you any useful answers or help: Have you resolved those matters? 】

"already solved."

Luther smiled, and in his heart, the absurd feeling became more and more obvious, even reminding him of some meaningless rumors.

True Lord of the First Legion...

"In the mountains of Caliban, some kind of unknown shock once broke out and caused chaos and resistance in the area, but I have successfully appeased it. I sent people to seal off those shock areas, and nothing happened again. .”

[Simple blockade is useless. 】

Morgan wiggled her fingers. Her voice was sincere and friendly, and Luther, who was sensitive, couldn't hear anything unusual.

[Although Zhuang Sen has never read the letters from Caliban, I will be responsible for opening and replying: We all know the truth, Mr. Luther, Caliban’s burden is really too heavy. The impact of the system is also a problem. 】

[The so-called shock is just an inducement, what Caliban needs is a rest, or the attention and change from Johnson. 】

【You should persuade Zhuang Sen to let him solve this problem. 】

"..."

"……yes……"

Luther picked up the wine glass, his fingers trembling a little.

An outsider, an outsider who has never been to Caliban: she can see the problems and difficulties of Caliban, can't Jonson really see all this?

Or does he not care?

The blasphemous thoughts flashed through Luthor's mind, and he couldn't suppress himself to think about those deeper things: Fortunately, Morgan didn't continue this topic, she leaned on the chair and started Chatting with Luther, talking about some things about the Great Crusade and the Randan War, and scanning the topic about Caliban from time to time, the string in the old knight's heart kept fluctuating.

……

[Actually, during these few tera standard months, I still miss my brother Jonson, especially when I find that I often borrow his wisdom. 】

[For example, in terms of the Legion's system and management, his Dark Angel gave me a lot of inspiration. 】

"for example?"

After drinking for three rounds, getting better and better, under the conditioning that would not make people drunk at all, Luthor finally let go of his restraint gradually. He leaned forward on the table and listened to Morgan's thoughts on the Legion.

【For example, do you remember the five hundred people around Zhuang Sen? 】

"of course."

[I also imitated one. 】

[I plan to formally form my guard after arriving at my landing place, but before that, I plan to adopt an organization similar to five hundred people to temporarily replace the functions of my guard. 】

"Sounds great, have you figured out a name for it?"

[The old guard. 】

[Old Guards. 】

Rubbing Morgan's fingers, a golden emblem flashed out.

"It's a really good name... Speaking of which, I saw quite a few soldiers of the Dawnbreaker Legion on the deck of the battleship. They all look like veterans, and they look very..."

[Not easy to get along with? 】

"Yes... Are they the old guards you speak of?"

[Not yet, but it will be soon. 】

Luther frowned slightly, he didn't quite understand Morgan's behavior: Why did he take these seemingly rebellious characters to form his own guard?
But he didn't ask, but quietly listened to Morgan's emotion.

[So, I found that I still miss Zhuang Sen, can you tell me what he has been up to lately?You should get along very well with him, after all, you haven't seen each other for so long. 】

"..."

Luther coughed lightly, ignoring the latter topic very naturally, and there was a bit of sourness in his throat.

"Jonson..."

"Jonson actually misses you a lot."

【real? 】

"After he returned to Caliban, he immediately ordered that an exclusive room be vacated for you in the Legion Monastery, and a special place was reserved for you in the Legion's meeting hall, right next to him. on the right hand side."

Morgan frowned, shook his head, and sighed.

[He shouldn't have done this, it will cause dissatisfaction in the legion, although I am very grateful for his behavior, but after all, I am the original body of another legion, adding my position to the first legion, and placing It is not an appropriate move to be above ten thousand people. 】

indeed so.

Luther nodded, Morgan had exactly the same idea as him.

He couldn't help expressing emotion: In many things, the master of the Second Legion has a much deeper and more thorough understanding of the First Legion than Zhuang Sen.

This reminded him of those joke-like rumors about the real Lord of the First Legion.

【Asteran and the others, aren't they dissatisfied with this? 】

【You should persuade him, Luther, you are his adoptive father. 】

Luther didn't answer, a bitter smile filled his heart.

"There is indeed some dissatisfaction in the First Legion, but it is about something else: Regarding the gifts that Jonson has given you, some dark angels feel that they are too generous."

"Although no dark angel will deny your outstanding contribution in the Randan War. And the credit that must not be denied, but from another perspective..."

[From another perspective, these gifts have already affected the future development and rest plan of the Dark Angel Legion? 】

"...Actually, it's not that serious..."

[But it does affect, Your Excellency Luther, because I know even better than Jonson how much weapon inventory the Dark Angels have left, and the amount of supplies they need to rest. 】

"..."

Who is the master of the First Legion?

Even in Luthor's incomparably determined heart, he couldn't help but cross this weird question.

Morgan smiled.

[Although it is said that some of them are cheap and good-looking, but my brother does not need to give me so many things as gifts. He actually has a better plan that can be implemented, for example, only let you come over alone. 】

[The value of you alone is enough to compare with these materials. 】

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Luther coughed heavily, looking like he was choking.

"Please stop joking, Morgan."

[No, I'm not joking. 】

【Your talent, experience, and rationality are priceless treasures, which cannot be measured by the value and function of any item. 】

[In fact, Zhuang Sen told me that he was always a little too worried about your physical condition and safety when it came to your problems, thinking that Caliban or the logistics work in the rear area should be where you should stay, but in my case Here, I have some different ideas. 】

While talking, Morgan tapped the table lightly, and in the blink of an eye, a star map appeared between the Primarch and the Calibans, which impressively showed several unrecovered star regions , and in the center of this star map, there is a huge planet: Avalon.

[We are now heading towards Reza. After staying in Reza for a while, we will change direction and complete a meeting with the Iron Warriors Legion. Immediately afterwards, our fleet will go south and lay down near my hometown Avalon. A foundation and a land upon which my Legion can stand. 】

[This is a big project, Your Excellency Luthor, I need to attack several worlds, several galaxies, and even multiple star regions at the same time. Even with my energy, it is impossible to simultaneously take care of several front. 】

[So, at some point, I have to need some independent characters to help me deal with some wars. 】

Luther blinked. The contents of Morgan's words made him think of a certain possibility. In the old pupils of the Caliban knight, there was a kind of youthful flame that was rekindled.

No more nonsense from Morgan.

[Are you willing to take on this burden?Sir Luther? 】

【Would you like to take charge of a separate fleet or an expeditionary force for me to conquer or recover those worlds, become the commander of a war, or even the supreme commander of an entire expedition? 】

[I may not be able to give you more supplies and help, and the goal may be more difficult than you imagined. Moreover, you still need a certain amount of time to let the troops under you get used to it. 】

[Well, this is not such an easy job. 】

[It may be extremely difficult, so I want to ask your opinions and ideas here first. 】

【Are you willing to lead...】

"Of course!"

"of course can!"

Before Morgan could finish speaking, he heard Luther's most resolute words, and greeted him.

The old knight of Caliban has once again puffed up his chest, and even on that somewhat old face, there is once again some high-spiritedness that only belongs to young people.

"Leave it to me, Mr. Morgan."

"I'll take care of everything!"

【...Then please. 】

Morgan smiled and gave Luther a grateful face.

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This is easier than she imagined.

Of course, she will give Luther an expeditionary fleet, and even a huge army, so that he can conquer those planets and worlds in the next few years, and gain the glory of being the commander of the War of Independence with brilliance.

Then, he would leave, he would return to the Dark Angels, and with Morgan answering Jonson's call, Luthor would once again return to his adopted son's command.

From his much-anticipated position as commander, he returned to his solitary forest in Caliban.

How will the old cavalier of Caliban feel then?
Really think about it, it makes people look forward to it.

(End of this chapter)