Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 686 134. Loyalty and... Repentance!!!
They woke up.

The dull sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor. The candles on the wall stretched Luther's shadow very long. Luther walked in a secret place that no dark angel could find.

The group of people who were sent out of Comoros by the Lion King woke up, and he wanted to ask them for the lion's last message.

Another turn——

"You are disloyal, Luther."

The crazy interrogation priest had been waiting here for a long time. He held a priest's scepter as heavy as a warhammer, and the Blade of Reason, which was almost as tall as a mortal, emitted a cold light next to the blood-stained wall.

Luther stopped, staring fiercely at Asmodai with his deep eyes, and the sound that rolled out of his throat was like the muffled sound of a lion being threatened.
"You found this place?"

"You banished me from the pride, but I am back, traitor, fallen angel."

Luther laughed, incredulous. Influenced by the lion, the Dark Angels were still a legion with complicated interpersonal relationships. He would sometimes wonder late at night whether this was a curse.

Because of this curse, many loyal lunatics have emerged within the legion.

Asmodai is one of them.

This damn new generation, he has no idea what happened on Caliban back then - but in other words, maybe none of them know it - but he stubbornly believes that the fallen angels are guilty and should be judged.

Yes, when Caliban was shattered, some of them did turn to darkness, but it was only a very small number.

After this, in order to avoid Malcador's gaze, Luther had to hide the greater truth in the darkness, but the Fallen Angels were by no means as evil as they appeared to be.

Luther took a step forward and grabbed the collar of Asmodai's robe. It was a fact that Asmodai could not beat him.
Asmodai also let out a low growl of threat from his throat. He grasped Luther's forearm with one hand, and his arm armor crackled.

"I hope you didn't do anything to those people?"

Luther whispered that these were the messengers that the Lion King had sent from Comoros with great difficulty. He had finally found them.
When he thought about what Asmodai might do, he felt the blood rushing in his body turn cold.

"I will be the first to judge you, traitor, the darkest being."

That means no.

Luther suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He loosened Asmodai's collar, his eyes cold.

Asmodai is a "loyal" warrior, but he has an extraordinary fanaticism for the Fallen Angels. Luther can't help but wonder if he might have been misled by the information of the Inquisition.

This could even be the work of Malcador, using vague, interlocking information to lure the new generation of young lions to find the truth on their own, and then fall into his plan.

"I don't want to fight you, Asmodai - I have only one goal, I want to bring the Lion King back."

"There is only one man who can decide my loyalty, and that is Lion Jonson."

At the same time, he also wanted to ask the Lion King, what did he mean at that time?
Luther opened his arms.

"I see the confusion in your heart, Asmodai. Let me tell you a story, a story about how a lion pride... fell apart."

"You will realize how stupid your actions are now."

He bared his fangs and once again let himself fall into painful memories.

"We found him at the edge of the woods. When I saw him, I noticed a shadow retreating from the hem of his robe, but then I ignored it - the stupidest mistake I ever made."

Like those great beasts, he was corrupted by Caliban.

"Because his first words really shocked me, I will always remember that scene.

The old man in hunched clothes and blood-stained robes looked up at me. There was a light in his eyes that only the Emperor and Lion could understand. It was the Regent of the Empire, Malcador the Magic Pattern. He said -"

"Lion Jonson has rebelled."

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"what?!"

Luther's body moved before his mind did. He almost flew in front of Malcador to stop the old man from continuing.

"Be on guard! Be on guard! Everyone, spread out and be on guard!"

Luther roared, and the knights following him immediately dispersed, leaving enough space for Luther and Malcador. He hoped that people didn't hear anything just now, but that was obviously unrealistic.

After people had dispersed to create enough space, Luther turned his gaze to Malcador again. The Imperial Regent was in a very embarrassed state.

"Please forgive my impertinence, Lord Malcador."

Luther's tone softened.

"Are you clear about what you just said?"

Malcador also looked confused, his breathing was unstable, and tiny flashes of psychic energy exploded around him in disorder.

"...Leon betrayed,"

Malcador spoke slowly, his eyes gradually brightening.

"I remember, allied with Guilliman, he attacked me and took my Crone Sword."

Malcador raised his hand, showing Luther his bloodied arm.

"United with darkness and evil, they interrupted my attack on Chaos... and then..."

Malcador suddenly bent over and began to cough violently, vomiting large chunks of dirty blood from his mouth.

"I shouldn't be here..."

Malcador was breathing weakly.
"I should be on the battlefield until I die and completely disappear... Why am I here? Sorry, kid, I need to rest. The psychic energy is interfering with me."

Luther was immersed in great shock. He could understand every word that Malcador said, but when the words were connected together, he could not understand it at all.

The Lion teamed up with Guilliman, the Lion betrayed, and Guilliman also betrayed? !

Luther was shocked. He would never believe the Lion's betrayal - but in fact, the Lion King had exiled the Dark Angels and the Calibans to Caliban for nearly a hundred years. Luther had been waiting for his return, but... Could the Lion really...

What's more, there is Guilliman. Luther felt suffocated. During the time when he worked with the Lion, the Lion had emphasized more than once that they needed to be wary of the Thirteenth Legion.

And now the Lion is with Guilliman...?
But is Caliban really a slave of the Emperor? If the Lion betrayed the Emperor, why did he not come to find his Caliban people, or did he not see Caliban at all?
No, stay calm, Luther.

What Malcador said was only one side of the story. Moreover, the old man was already in a state of psychic disorder. In an instant, Luther had his own ideas.

"Collect the team."

Luther turned on the communication channel.

"State of emergency, we are heading back to the nearest fortress now."

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"…Lion Jonson betrayed?"

There was a slight sound coming from Asmodai's helmet, and Luther swore that he had never seen such a stubborn person.

"What is your definition of loyalty?"

He sneered in disbelief.

"Loyal to the Emperor?"

"Loyalty itself need not be questioned."

Asmodai answered Luther with a prayer, and Luther laughed again.

"If you are loyal to the Emperor, why did you abandon your Imperial missions on at least three combat missions to hunt down your traitorous brothers?"

"I only exiled you, Asmodai, because you were able to hunt down those warriors who had fallen into Chaos - I wanted you to find the truth on your own, but now you tell me that you still believe that things on Caliban are black and white?"

"So you're the guy over there, the one who raises the lions?"

Asmodai asked in a low voice,

"You have answered your question. All I want now is Leon's return. When he returns, I will accept his interrogation - but for now, the Dark Angels obey my orders."

Luther narrowed his eyes.
"Your dream of being a lone hero has been shattered, Asmodai. As you have not committed an unforgivable mistake, I will give you a chance to repent. Either face me - you can't beat me;

Either you face Mortarion directly - since you are standing here, it means you are sure you can threaten me, then let Mortarion come, I think the primarch is most reluctant to see something go wrong within the expeditionary force. "

Of course Luther could just ask Mortarion to come over. As the representative of the First Legion in the expeditionary force, he had the authority to do so, although Luther could not guarantee what would happen after the Pale Lord came.

In fact, he didn't really want to face the insectoid Death Guard Primarch.

"But you deceived the Dark Angels, Luther. You are a Fallen Angel."

"Yes! I am a fallen angel - Asmodai. Do you know what a fallen angel really means?"

"It represents someone who knows Leon's true plan!!!"

Luther said, and suddenly took the charged scepter swung by Asmodai. The thing in the hands of the Judgment Priest was heavier than an ordinary warhammer.

"Our real enemy is in the Empire! Before he took control of the lifeline of the Empire, only the Dark Angels knew his crimes! The Fallen Angels had been committed to murdering his incarnation before - but for the justice of the First Legion, I have to label our Fallen Angel friends as traitors! Slander them!"

Luther used his elbow to grab the handle of the scepter, and used the momentum to push down Asmodai who was rushing over and swinging the scepter. At the same time, he suddenly raised his right knee and rushed towards Asmodai's head!

BANG! He heard the sound of Asmodai's helmet shattering.

"Let me continue telling you a story!"

Luther roared,

"You are such a selfish bastard who only listens to one side of the story! Unfortunately, I was once a bastard too!!"

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"I feel better, thank you, Knight of Caliban."

Malcador said, sitting casually on the edge of the bed. It was a small but tidy room, a shelter that Luther had found for Malcador.

"No need to thank you."

Luther said cautiously,

"You seem to be doing well - can I talk to you?"

"sure,"

Malcador said, motioning Luther to sit down.
"I know what you're struggling with... I was shocked at first too, kid."

Luther dragged a chair over and sat opposite Malcador. The old man suddenly possessed him and put his hand on Luther's gauntlet.
"Don't you know what's happening in the outside world?"

Malcador frowned and asked with concern.

This was not the question Luther wanted to hear. Answering it would mean the knights might lose the initiative, so he answered the question hastily.

"We know something happened in the outside world... but since there are no ships on Caliban, we can't do anything now. How did you get here?"

"Subspace."

Malcador whispered, blinking.
"There are beings on Caliban that can connect to the Warp, but this is not a good thing for Caliban. It is contagious... I think the Lion knows."

Luther frowned as he recalled the knowledge he had gained from the previous riots he had suppressed.

"Ouroboros?"

He asked uncertainly, and Malcador looked at him in surprise.
"Leon told you? It seems that even if he rebelled, he would not be so cold-blooded..."

Luther got past Malcador's question.
"Are you sure he betrayed me?"

he asked uncertainly, his heart pounding and his head spinning, so what was all this for?
Luther gave the credit for unifying Caliban to his adopted son Leon, and relying on the love of the Caliban people, Leon handed Caliban over to the Empire.

It would be fine if the Imperium could lead Caliban to a better place, but now... Caliban is being polluted by the Mechanicus' factories... and the Lion King has abandoned the Emperor again?
What then is Caliban? His springboard? To be discarded at will?

Even if the Lion had not rebelled, his failure to contact Caliban for a hundred years had already left a thorn in Luther's heart.

"He betrayed."

Makado said, his eyes full of haze.
"The Primarchs themselves founded the Empire."

"Where's the Emperor?"

Luther asked hurriedly, but Malcador just shook his head and refused to mention it again.

"I'm tired...please go back."

Makado said,

"By the way, Astelan also came to see me just now, but it seems that he is dissatisfied with me."

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Astelan, another thorn in Luther's heart, another extremely mad man from Terra, a lunatic within the Dark Angels who opposed the rule of the Lion and supported the Emperor. Until now, Luther still hadn't figured out what Astelan wanted to do on Caliban.

Just like the judgment priest Asmodai in front of him now.

"You're still too young."

Luther roared, and the strong muscles in his arms exploded. He picked up the exhausted Asmodai, forced him to stand up, and continued to fight him.

Asmodai was also a good fighter. Even after Luther crushed both of his calves, the Judgment Priest stood up again and roared at Luther without giving in.

"I know, old man. You betrayed the Legion under Malcador's instigation!"

"I! Didn't! Betray!!!"

Luther roared, spitting on Asmodai's broken and bleeding helmet.

"You have no idea how complicated the situation was!"

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"You went to find the Demon Patterner?"

Luther looked at Astelan coldly, and Astelan gave him a disgusting, pretentious smile.

Luther hated Astelan, who was not under Luther's command on Caliban. This bastard from Terra was another force and had been committed to overthrowing the rule of the Lion from the beginning.

"Malcador is not normal."

Astelan said with a wry smile that according to him, he was the original Space Marine on Terra, and had an anti-chaos barrier set up by the Lord of Mankind himself in his brain.

"You're talking nonsense."

Luther said, a Spellcaster who suddenly appeared on Caliban...how could Malcador be normal.

But what concerned him was what Makado said, what was Leon's current condition?
To be honest, Luther doesn't care about the Emperor, he only cares about Caliban and its people.

"Don't let him get close to the jungle."

Astelan said this and then left.

Dense forest...Malcador came out of the dense forest!

Luther wondered, what's in the jungle? ...Ouroboros?

He thought of something not so good.

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"Do you know Ouroboros?"

Luther cursed with a smile, and a confused look flashed across Asmodai's eyes that appeared between his broken helmet.

"you do not know,"

Luther laughed loudly and spat blood foam on the ground.
"Then what qualifications do you have to say that you are close to the truth?!"

"Ouroboros...Ouroboros...Ouroboros..."

Luther whispered that this was the root of all Caliban's suffering. It lurked in the dense forests of Caliban, guarded by behemoths and forests. But he and Leon's extermination of the behemoths released that guy.

The Ouroboros carries the breath of the Warp; it bewitches people's hearts and corrupts their souls.

The enormous power contained in the Ouroboros also attracted Malcador's greedy eyes... The Demon Patterner came for the Ouroboros, but he also believed in much more than that.

He is a complete hypocrite.

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"Leon will be back soon."

Malcador, dressed in plain robes, said that Luther had been keeping Malcador under house arrest under the guise of care, although he was not sure whether the powerful psyker of the Empire could easily escape his supervision.

In addition to Luther, other people on Caliban are also paying attention to this place, Astelan, Lord Cypher...

The news of Leon's betrayal of the empire eventually got out, and now people have their own ulterior motives.

"Lion Jonson?!"

Luther asked in surprise, and Malcador nodded. As he rested on Caliban, the purple light in Malcador's eyes became more and more.

"Exactly. I feel the psychic energy fluctuations in the warp."

Malcador said, then looked earnestly at Luther.

"I didn't want Leon to find me. I fought for humans - and I don't think the lion would be happy that you protected me."

Malcador looked at the silent Luther. Luther said nothing, so Malcador continued,
"I was injured in the battle with him, and was then swept here by the turbulence of the warp. I have no intention of coming to Caliban, but I am still grateful for your shelter."

"I also see your confusion, Luther - I know you don't like the Empire, and I understand your thoughts. The Lord of Mankind is always too crude, so that the various planets cannot really develop at all. The Empire is always in a hurry."

"I understand your dissatisfaction with the Empire. In fact, the original human Empire has disappeared. The huge existence that you hate no longer exists."

"But as the home planet of the Primarch,"

Malcador changed the subject.
“It is possible to have more resources.”

The old man looked at Luther calmly, his voice as soft and weak as that of a dying old man.
"I was in charge of government affairs. I thought the Lion had done a good job of building his home planet... but when I arrived on Caliban, I realized I was wrong."

"What do you want to say?"

Luther asked, provoking him?

"I just want to fight for a chance to survive."

Makado said calmly,
"If you are loyal to Leon, then you will have to hand me over - I just hope to struggle a little longer, knight."

Luther felt confused and he didn't know what to do, but as Malcador said, his and Caliban's dissatisfaction and resentment towards the Lion King had accumulated for a long time, and they needed an explanation.

"I'll hide you first."

Luther glanced at the old man.
"Then I will go talk to Leon in person... to see whether what you said is true or not."

"Thank you for your tolerance."

Malcador closed his eyes;
"But, there is one more thing - Knight, don't step into the wrong river again. You are secretly learning psychic powers on your own, right?"

Luther froze suddenly.

"You have been misled by the contamination on Caliban."

Malcador said, "If you wish to learn psionics, you may come to me."

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"Thank God,"

Luther said, looking at the cage that had been cracked open by the Lion Guards.
"He didn't do anything to you."

Luther was referring to Asmodai, who was now slumped in the corridor. The other fallen angels would come soon and lock this madman up.

In terms of reaction and strength, Luther is far inferior to Asmodai, but he has enough experience... and a little bit of weak psychic power to help.

"My Lord, you need to rest."

The leading woman said, her face showing the words the Dark Eldar used to insult slaves.

"No, I'm fine."

Luther panted and walked into the cage. The mortals, half-transformed people, and fully transformed people looked at him.

They are all people gathered by lions in Comoros, with a unified name "Lion Guard".

"What does Leon want you to convey to me?"

Luther asked as he saw people standing in a line before the woman pulled out a knife and cut their skin as directed by each person.

Blood oozed out, and the woman then reached her hand into the layer between skin and muscle tissue, and fumbled to pull out the note.

One, two... until everyone contributed their share after being saved by Leon.

Luther took a deep breath and looked at the pieced-together text.

[Tell Hades that the Emperor has a token of Slaanesh and Death, and Slaanesh is about to give birth to Death.]

Another saying is,

[Luther, the shuttle is about to begin. I will keep my promise and save Caliban.]

This is what the lion wanted to say to him, nothing more, which is why he did not communicate through other means, he just wanted Luther to see this sentence, so he designed a useful first sentence for Luther.

The fall of Caliban... This is a permanent scar on the First Legion. In the mystical sense, the quarrels and secrets that divided their legion eventually led to the destruction of Caliban. This is retribution.

"thank you."

Luther said, exhausted, avoiding the concerned looks of the Lion Guards.

"…I'm going to go out for a while."

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"The Eldar are not very willing to help us."

Next to the cage on the Terminus Est, two towering shadows were standing in the darkness.

After the invasion of Slaanesh, some of the Eldar who were imprisoned on different ships of the Death Guard survived. Under the "protection" of the Black Stone Prisons, they may have become the last batch of Eldar who were not contaminated by Slaanesh.

But at that time, the main force of the Death Army was imprisoned with Aisha on the Endurance, and was taken away by Slaanesh along with Aisha.

[I am not willing to seek their help.]

Mortarion said reluctantly that the scene of betrayal was still vivid in his mind, and the Primarch did not think that these Eldar would work for the Empire. The Savage Eldar who once cooperated with the Death Guard were already a thing of the past, and their too small numbers caused them to gradually disappear in the long river of history.

"Now I think it's a miracle that they don't commit suicide."

During the negotiation just now, these Eldar were all in a semi-crazy state, either standing there like a fool or crying and laughing. The Death Guards who were guarding them barely kept them alive by injecting them with powerful nutrient solution.

"Then I'll give this group of Eldar to Trazyn later?"

Selling it as a personal favor to the King of Figures, there is no point in keeping these Eldar locked up in the Death Guard.

【up to you. 】

Mortarion didn't care about the life and death of the aliens. The Primarch tilted his head and paused for a moment.

【Luther is looking for you, Hades. 】

The Primarch said, while Hades nodded doubtfully, and seven minutes later, Luther appeared before them, heavy and exhausted.

"Are you ok?"

Hades asked, bending down to try to see what Luther was doing, but Luther waved his hand away and handed the note in his hand to Hades instead.

After looking at it, Hades' eyes narrowed and he showed it to Mortarion again.

[…No surprises.]

Mortarion said,
[If Malcador wants to seize the throne of Slaanesh or Death, then he'd better have the tokens of these two twin gods. ]

"The Crone's Sword?"

[It could be something else, but he will reveal it when the time comes.]

Use the token in Malcador's hand to lure out the Grim Reaper?
Hades thought, and then he looked at Luther worriedly again. He remembered that after the meeting, the Dark Angels did not have any combat missions.

"Can I ask what happened?"

Luther frowned, then laughed as if he remembered something funny.

He laughed at the curse of the First Legion. They would never be able to escape from the complex and chaotic inner circle in this lifetime - this was both a good thing and a bad thing.

"It's a secret of the Legion, my lord, that's all."

He said, bowing,
"On my honor and my life, sir, I will never let the secrets within the First Legion interfere with your plans, and Lord Leon will not do the same."

He saw Hades and Mortarion look at each other hesitantly.

(End of this chapter)