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Chapter 355: Zhuang Sen's letter about cerebral hemorrhage and the Wolf King whom he did not trust

“The world is cold and dead, yet beneath the surface of death, hidden stirrings and immeasurable subtle vitality are growing… The frost weighs heavily on the earth, but this weight presses life into hidden corners, into the warm privacy of the depths.”

Leman Russ threw Lady Chatterley's Lover, a book by the ancient Terran writer Lawrence, which he had found on Terra, onto the stone table.

"I can't read any further. The more I think about it, the angrier I get."

"I shouldn't have promised Malcador. Even now I can hear the howling of wolves on the snowfields."

The Primarch was very happy when he heard these voices, as if they were congratulating him.

Leman Russ slowly stood up, his mind churning with thoughts and many ideas.

In fact, this Primarch, who is respected as the "Wolf King", is not as warm-hearted as he appears to be.

Deep down in his heart, he also felt some unspeakable feelings towards his brothers, Malcador, and even the Emperor.

But faced with these complex emotions, he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Leman Russ has always been known for his refinement.

This time he was upset by Malcador's affairs and didn't know how to express his thoughts.

"Never mind. Anyway, when Malcador achieves his goal and I'm nearing the Warmaster vote, I can just withdraw."

The wolf king, who usually pretended to be a barbarian, really didn't want to bother thinking at this moment, so he simply made up his mind.

After Leman Russ made this decision, he suddenly felt relieved.

Looking at the snow-covered mountains in the distance, the biting cold wind blew up snowflakes, flying freely between the sky and the earth.

The howling of wolves continued one after another, as if resonating with his thoughts.

Although such a decision may seem a bit casual, it is also a relief.

Participating in the Warmaster election was not his inner wish, but he was more involved in it because of various arrangements made by Malcador.

If he could withdraw at the critical moment, he could not only escape from this complicated power struggle, but also return to the familiar Fenris and gallop across the snowfield with his warriors. That was the life he truly longed for.

"Let those who are keen on power fight for it." Leman Russ muttered to himself, with a faint smile on his face.

At this moment, he seemed to have seen the scene of himself returning to Fenris after the completion of the Great Crusade, sitting around the campfire with the warriors and sharing battle stories.

Leman Russ thought so and decided to continue reading the book in his hand. He was determined to be a cultured person even though he was a "barbarian".

But just then, his guards arrived, bringing a letter from Zhuang Sen.

Leman Russ fully expected that Jonson's letter would be an encouragement to him, but he almost couldn't contain his anger as soon as he opened the envelope.

The letter began: "Dear Leman Russ."

The second sentence immediately followed: "You want to run for warmaster? It's hopeless. Your opponent is me."

These sudden and blunt words made Leman Rus's head buzz and his blood rushed to his head.

You know, even the wild wolves on the snowfield are more polite than the lion king.

The third sentence was even more revealing: "Remember during the Randan War, you promised me to vote for me. Does it still count?"

At this moment, Leman Russ's face flushed crimson, and he cursed every last one of Jonson's ancestors in his mind. He couldn't help but roar inwardly, "Can you even speak? Can you even write a letter?"

The guards nearby were all afraid to breathe. They had never seen the Wolf King so angry.

The hand that was holding the letter tightly had its knuckles turned white from excessive force, and the whole person exuded a terrifying aura.

"Very good, Jonson, you are really good at making people angry." Leman Russ gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, the anger in his eyes seemed to ignite the letter.

He took a deep breath and tried to suppress the emotions surging in his heart, but his hands still couldn't stop shaking slightly.

……

Caliban is a death world, close to the realm of chaos. The planet has a habitable climate, but it is full of poisonous insects, carnivorous plants, and giant beasts roam.

Under the feudal system, Caliban was isolated from Earth for 5000 years.

The Lion King gently stroked the table that carried his childhood memories, and his thoughts drifted back to the past.

At that time, he constantly honed himself in the wilderness of Caliban, fighting poisonous insects and giant beasts, and every swing of the sword was a testimony to his growth.

And Luther always stays by his side, not only as a partner but also as a brother, giving him support and guidance.

This pull-out table and chairs are a symbol of their deep friendship.

Although he has grown up now and no longer needs to rely on tables and chairs to extend and retract to accommodate his body shape, the Lion King still cherishes this unique gift.

He looked up at the sky of Caliban, which was occasionally obscured by haze, and thought about the Warmaster election he had always wanted.

Zhuang Sen participated in the Warmaster election because in his heart, no one was more suitable for the position of Warmaster than himself.

He is not motivated by ambition, nor does he seek power or profit; all he values ​​are honor and loyalty.

In Zhuangsen's view, loyalty is extremely important, and he can even give up his honor for this loyalty.

This is the First Primarch, who has his own firm beliefs and code of conduct, and who devotes himself to the competition for the position of Warmaster with unique values.

If you stopped anyone on Caliban and asked them, you would find that everyone knew that Jonson wanted to become Warmaster.

Even if you ask the beasts of Caliban or the tiny robed figures, the answer will be "Jonson as Warmaster, Jonson as Warmaster."

This knowledge has spread so widely that even the ants that can be found everywhere on Caliban seem to "know" this, which shows that Johnson's ideas are already known to everyone on this planet.

Luther hurried to where Zhuangsen was, holding a letter in his hand.

"Jonson, this is a letter from Leman Russ to you..." Before he could finish his words, Jonson reached out like the wind and snatched the letter away, his movements rough and somewhat anxious.

Lion Elson couldn't wait to tear open the envelope.

When I unfolded the letter, the first sentence was: "Dear Zhuangsen".

Then the second sentence came into view: “You want my vote, and I will give it to you as promised.

After all, I have already acquired 20 Astartes troops on Terra, and will soon set out to annihilate the xenos race.

I want to use this opportunity to increase my own glory and achievements, so that you and the other brothers can be convinced."

After reading the letter, Jonson immediately turned his gaze to Luther and asked, "Can Caliban raise 20 Astartes?"

Luther almost suspected that he was blind and deaf. He never expected to hear the words "20 Astartes".

If 20 Astartes were really withdrawn from Caliban, Caliban would be in catastrophic calamity and the entire planet would be destroyed.

Luther calmed down, his face full of solemnity, and slowly said: "Jonson, this is absolutely impossible.

Although Caliban has many talented people, it is undoubtedly a fantasy to gather 20 Astartes.

Not to mention the difficulty in obtaining sufficient personnel, if such a large-scale withdrawal were required, Caliban would lose its ability to defend itself against poisonous insects and behemoths, and the planet's balance would be disrupted, plunging it into chaos and destruction."

Zhuang Sen frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

He knew that what Luther said was true, but he was worried that Leman Russ could easily obtain 20 Astartes troops on Terra.

If other Primarchs also had such resource allocation capabilities, he would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage in the Warmaster election.

After a moment, Jonson raised his head, a determined glint in his eyes, and said, "Although we cannot obtain a large number of troops like Leman Russ, Caliban has unique advantages.

The tenacity and fighting skills honed by our warriors in this harsh environment are no less impressive.

We need to find a new way to show the unique value of Caliban warriors in the election in order to stand out."

Luther nodded in agreement. He was terrified that Jonson might, in a fit of rage, turn all the people of Caliban into Astartes for the sake of the Warmaster.

We can emphasize the Caliban warriors' ability to adapt to extreme environments and their familiarity with fighting in complex terrain.

This will be a great help in the future war against aliens and chaos."

"Is there really no way to add more people?" A glimmer of hope appeared on Zhuang Sen's face.

For no other reason than that Leman Russ already had 20 Astartes troops, and he, Jonson, wanted some too.

Luther sighed helplessly; he had expected Jonson to be so persistent. "Alas, given Caliban's current situation, we can only mobilize 5 men at most. However, I have an idea. We can travel to other planets and find those who have the potential to become Astartes."

After thinking for a moment, Zhuang Sen slowly sat down on the chair and finally nodded in agreement with Luther's proposal.

"But, Luther, I have another question." Zhuang Sen sat in the chair and spoke slowly.

"What's the problem?" Luther looked puzzled. In his impression, it was rare for Zhuang Sen to ask questions proactively.

"Leman Russ has already promised to give me the ticket. If I don't give it to him, wouldn't it be impolite?" Zhuang Sen slowly expressed his doubts.

"?" Luther was stunned for a moment. After a moment, he understood what kind of answer Zhuangsen wanted to hear, so he asked, "Did you promise to give him the ticket?"

"No."

"Then why did you give it to him?" Luther said.

"Well, I understand." A smile appeared on Zhuang Sen's face.

Luther knew that this "lion" had always been like this. He didn't really want to seek advice, he just wanted to hear something that suited his own wishes.

Zhuang Sen's smile remained on his face. He stood up and paced back and forth in the room, his eyes revealing a hint of cunning and confidence.

"In that case, let's proceed according to plan. First, we will withdraw 50,000 troops from Caliban, and at the same time, we will send people to other planets to search for potential elects who can become Astartes."

Luther nodded in agreement. "Okay, I'll make the arrangements right away. However, going to other planets to recruit voters requires selecting reliable and experienced people to lead the team. This is no easy task."

Zhuang Sen paused, thought for a moment, and then said, "Let Gabriel lead the team. He is steady and has rich combat experience. He will definitely be able to handle this task."

Luther frowned slightly. "Gabriel is indeed a good candidate, but he is currently in charge of Caliban's defense deployment. If he leaves, Caliban's defense..."

Zhuang Sen waved his hand. "That's fine. Let Marcus take over his duties temporarily. Marcus has grown a lot through his experiences on Caliban over the years and should be able to handle most situations."

After Luther thought about it, he felt that this arrangement was feasible. "Okay, that's settled. I'll go inform Gabriel and Marcus right away and have them hand over their current affairs as soon as possible and prepare to depart."

Jonson sat back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest. "Well, let's move this forward as quickly as possible. While recruiting voters, we must also focus on training the 50,000 Caliban troops. We must ensure they are in top form during the Warmaster election, allowing the other Primarchs to witness the strength of our Caliban warriors."

Luther nodded solemnly, "Understood. I will supervise the training and ensure that the soldiers are in the best possible condition to meet the challenge."

After saying that, Lu Bian turned around and left the room to carry out the tasks assigned by Zhuang Sen, while Zhuang Sen sat alone in a chair, looking into the distance, with a blueprint for the war commander's election already outlined in his mind.

After a while, a small robed figure appeared in front of Zhuangsen and walked past him.

Seeing this, Zhuang Sen stretched out his big hand, grabbed the head of the little man in the robe and lifted it up.

Suddenly I thought that I should give some gifts to my sisters to improve our relationship.

Looking at the struggling figure in the robe in his hand, Zhuang Sen wondered in his heart: Should I give it to Hui Le?

But he shook his head in the next moment.

He was really worried that Huile would take the little man in the robe to kill him.

How about giving it to Aurora?

But after thinking for a moment, he gave up the idea.

Zhuang Sen was afraid that Aurora would mess around with the little man in the robe, slapping him and stuffing things into him, which would definitely not be a good thing for the little man in the robe.

As the robed figure continued to struggle, Zhuang Sen finally let go and put it down.

As soon as the little man in the robe was freed, he ran away in panic.

Zhuang Sen looked at the robed man's back as he hurried away, and a bitter smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

These days, various matters surrounding the War Marshal election have been coming one after another, making his nerves always tense. The brief "interaction" with the little man in robes just now seemed like a small episode in the tense atmosphere.

As he walked, another thought popped up in Zhuang Sen's mind: Should I write a few letters to my sisters?

He thought that perhaps he should remind them to vote for him when the Warmaster election came.

But as soon as the thought came to his mind, he dismissed it.

Zhuang Sen thought that the sisters must know what was going on and would vote for him, and they were not running for warmaster.

After all, they have a deep friendship between them. Needless to say, the sisters will stand on their side on such a critical matter.

So he stopped worrying about it and walked towards the training ground.

Leman Russ, who was far away in the sky, said, "Don't you trust your wolf brothers at all?"

Chapter 356: Battle Commander Position

On the Emperor's Dream, the puppet's jaw opened and closed rhythmically as it said, "Leman Russ actually claims to be qualified enough to compete for the Warmaster position. This situation is like the Brazilian president claiming that he often watches his country's national football team matches. It's really ridiculous."

The emperor opposite remained silent, he didn't know how to start.

The puppet continued, "It's like asking an executioner who only knows how to execute people to serve as a commander. It's not that it's impossible, but considering all aspects of the empire, it's really not very suitable."