Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 529 Ryan, you no longer need to go through the trouble of reconciling with your offspring.
The Shadow of Reigns, Primarch Office.

"Luther, I salute Primarch Nimrod. Thank you for your timely intervention in slaying the Xenomorph."

Luther, with his neat black hair, resolute face, and thick beard, spoke respectfully.

A golden light flashed in his mind, and the scene of Amber imprisoning Shros appeared in his mind.

Nimrod scrutinized Luther, and the Primarch keenly noticed the underlying repression, sorrow, and anxiety troubling him in his eyes.

He looked weathered and much older than his modified body.

Luther is Lane's adoptive father in a practical sense, although they never refer to each other as father and son.

He named Ryan El-Jonson, which means "lion" or "son of the forest" in Caliban.

As the most renowned hero of his generation, Luther would have been the greatest hero in any era of Caliban, except in this one.

He has slain more behemoths than anyone else, except for Ryan.

Luther and Ryan led the expedition against the behemoths together, but at the end, Ryan received all the credit.

Between them, they were adoptive father and son, and also brothers who fought side by side.

They were once inseparable, but now they have broken ties and are like strangers.

Nominally the deputy commander of the "Dark Angels," he is only responsible for training new recruits.

He led Astartes, but only completed part of the modification surgery himself.

Ning Lu's pupils constricted; he had found a way to "corrode" Luther.

[Luthor craves immense power, and he has secretly possessed the Chaos Tome of the Sirius Knights.]
As Ninglu pondered, another dark angel spoke.

"Zaharl pays tribute to you and thanks you for your help."

Ninglu turned his gaze to Zaharel, his eyes lingering for a moment on the special longsword at his waist.

Lion Sword.

After Zahariel slays the giant lion to avenge his mentor Amadeus, he digs out the beast's sharp teeth.

He earned the respect of all the knights and the friendship of Ryan, who personally forged this Lion Sword for him.

Nimrod then thought of his cousin—Nemir, who would be killed by Ryan's "flying head punch" in the future.

Who would have thought that Nemir, who vehemently denounced Ryan for violating the decree issued by Old Man Huang at the "Nicaea Conference" and for having no right to use psionicists, had conspired with others to assassinate him when he descended upon Caliban?

It was Zaharie who was being stopped.
Nimrod thought of Zaharel and Nemir, and couldn't help but think of their future fate, which made him quite emotional.

[Zaharel, a former loyalist, was personally tested by Old Man Huang and will become one of the first fallen angels.]

Nemir, who led the Inner Ring Knights to assassinate Old Man Huang, became his loyal follower and even had his head blown off while defending his orders.

What a dramatic reversal, a cruel irony of fate.
The Primarch's lips curled into a smile as he gathered his thoughts. From his eyes and his expression, he saw the resentment of being exiled.

Zaharie became the Dark Angel but never got a chance to shine.

His only involvement was in the "Sarosh Incident," where he persuaded Luther and was the one who launched the nuclear bomb from the Indomitable Truth.

He played a decisive role in the "Sarosh Incident," yet he was ruthlessly exiled for serving as Luther's lieutenant, ending his short two-year expedition.
Nimrod thought of Zaharie's adherence to the supremacy of Caliban, and he would rationally recognize the situation and not cling to loyalty to Ryan; he would become a fallen angel.

He can be "corrupted," even more so than Balsa Couturi.

Zaharel's abilities far surpass those of most Legion strategists, such as Balsa; his psionic talent is quite unique.

He was someone both Ryan and Luthor valued, and the only Dark Angel Ryan ever addressed as a hero or one of their own.
“My lord,” Luther’s eyes gleamed as he delivered his prepared statement to the Primarch, “Caliban was attacked by aliens, and I led the fleet in pursuit.”

“On the way, I received a distress message in star language from the Governor of Port Aquila and came to his rescue.”

“Hmm.” Ninglu nodded slightly, not probing Luther’s explanation.

[While that may be the case, it's not the main reason you came here.]

You are still unwilling to be a passerby in the Great Expedition, confined to teaching new recruits in Caliban.

The empire's northern border has been invaded; your actions will go unnoticed.
His gaze sharpened, and he thought to himself with amusement.

There's no need for such a secret operation; I can give you everything you want.

The chance to gain glory, the power you crave, and even Caliban, whom you want to protect.

I'll give you everything!
Cold sweat beaded on Luther's forehead, and just as he began to feel uneasy, Nimrod spoke up. "The scale of the alien invasion of the Empire is unprecedented; Caliban needs a fleet to protect them."

The Primarch paused deliberately for a moment, looking through the dim eyes of Luther and Zaharie and seeing the deep resentment in their eyes, before smiling and speaking.

“I will provide you with the opportunity to board the Shadow of Kings and travel with me.”

"I welcome Dark Angel to the team."

Ning Lu said with a smile, thinking to himself.

[I'll take as many as you have; ten thousand is not too little, tens of thousands is not too much.]
Luther and Zaharie's eyes lit up, and they spoke in unison.

"Thank you, sir. We will certainly not let you down."

Ning Lu watched the two figures leave, a slight smile playing on his lips.

[Ryan, since you despise them, why don't I take pity on you and take your offspring in?]
He imagined the tenderness of a father that Ryan would show when he reconciled with the fallen angels ten thousand years later.

With a patience he would never have again, he tolerated his sons who shot at him and those who swung their swords at him.

He allowed his descendants to disobey him, and he accepted their requests to swear an oath to him...

[Ryan, your hair and beard are all white, you are old, yet you still have to work so hard to reconcile with your children.]

Now, you don't have to work so hard.

You're welcome, Ryan Aljonson.
After deciding to go to great lengths to do something beneficial for both himself and others, without seeking recognition, Nimrod instructed Arsène Dunne, who was standing nearby.

"Make sure the Dark Angels are settled in and that they are all settled on the Shadow of Reign."

“Pay special attention to these names: Zabril, Afikar, the think tank Bevidan…”

Nimrod listed dozens of outstanding fallen angels, but did not include high-ranking figures such as Merri Astlan, Cypher, and Israfil.

They did not meet with Luther; they must have remained in Caliban.

Nimrod wasn't worried about losing them. As long as he "corrupted" Luther, the key figure, most of the fallen angels and future recruits would be under his control.

While Nimrod was pondering, Luther and Zaharel boarded the shuttle.

Luther sat comfortably in his chair, having suppressed his emotions for nearly two decades, and smiled as he spoke to Zaharie sitting opposite him.

"Zaharel, our adventure has been a success, even better than we had hoped for."

Zahariel looked at Lord Luther and knew the pressure the other was under.

All of Lord Luther's followers were exiled back to Caliban, watching their former comrades follow the Lion King to the stars and win glory.

Lord Luther has been searching for a way out, and now he has finally succeeded.

"My lord, I hope that the glory we have won will earn the Lion King's forgiveness."

Zaharel saw the shadow in Luther's eyes and couldn't help but regret his inappropriate words.

He quickly brought up another topic that Luther would be interested in: "Lord Nimrod possesses extraordinary and powerful abilities."

"That female captain can use mind attacks on the wormmen, and the golden scales on her body are even stronger than power armor."

"I've never seen such power before, I think..."

Zaharel seemed thoughtful and then shared her guess.

"Her power may come from Lord Ninglu."

Luther's eyes lit up. If he could obtain that power, even without completing the full genetic modification, he could still overpower all the Dark Angels.

even……

Eleven standard days later, the two fleets set sail.

Three thousand three hundred dark angels among Luther's followers did not return to Caliban; instead, they boarded the Shadow of Reign.

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