Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 686 134. Loyalty and...repentance! ! !

They woke up.

The dull footsteps echoed in the corridor, and the candles on the wall stretched Luther's shadow extremely long. In a secret place that no Dark Angel would find, Luther walked.

The group of people sent out of Comoros by the Lion King woke up, and he was going to ask them about the Lion's last message.

Another turn -

"You're disloyal, Luther."

The crazy interrogating priest has been waiting here for a long time. He holds a priest's scepter as thick as a warhammer, and the blade of reason, which is almost the height of a mortal, emits a cold light next to the blood-stained wall.

Luther stopped, staring hard at Asmodai with his deep-set eyes, and the sound in his throat was like the muffled sound of a lion when it was threatened.

"Did you find this place?"

"I was banished from the pride by you, but I'm back, traitor, fallen angel."

Luther laughed, in disbelief. Under the influence of the Lion, the Dark Angels were still a legion with complex interpersonal relationships. He would sometimes wonder late at night whether this could be a curse.

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

Asmodai is one of them.

This damn new generation has no idea what happened to Caliban back then—but in other words, maybe none of them figured it out—but they stubbornly believe that the fallen angels are guilty and deserve to be judged.

Yes, when Caliban was broken, some of them did devote themselves to the darkness, but that was only a very small part.

After that, in order to avoid Malcador's eyes, Luther had to hide the greater truth in the darkness, but the fallen angels were by no means the evil ones as reported on the surface.

Luther took a step forward and grasped the collar of Asmodai's priest robe with his hands. Asmodai couldn't beat him. This was a fact.

A low growl came from Asmodai's throat when he was threatened. He grasped Luther's forearm with one hand, and the arm armor clicked.

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

Luther whispered, these are the messengers that the Lion King took great pains to send from Comoros. He finally found them.

When he thought about what Asmodai might do, he felt the blood surging 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 let go of Asmodai's collar and looked at him coldly.

Asmodai is a "loyal" warrior, but has an extraordinary fanaticism for the fallen angels. Luther can't help but wonder whether he may have been misled by the information of the Inquisition.

This may even be Malcador's handiwork, using vague and interlocking information to lure the new generation of little 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 person who can decide whether I am loyal or not, and that is Leon 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 why the lion pride... fell apart."

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

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

"We found him at the edge of the jungle, and when I saw him I noticed a shadow retracting from the legs of his robe, but then I ignored it - the stupidest mistake I've ever made. "

Like the great beasts, he was tainted by Caliban.

“Because his first words really shocked me, and I will always remember that image.

The old man with stooped clothes and bloodstained robes looked up at me. There was some kind of light in his eyes that only the Emperor and Leon could understand. That was the Imperial Regent, Malcador with the Demon Pattern. He said - —”

"Leon Jonson has rebelled."

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"What?!"

Luther's body moved before his consciousness, and he almost flew in front of Malcador to stop the old man from continuing.

"Be on guard! Be on guard! Get off your guard!"

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

After people dispersed to enough space, Luther turned his attention to Malcador again. The imperial regent was in an extremely embarrassed state.

"Please forgive my rudeness, Lord Machado,"

Luther's tone softened,

"Do you understand what you just said?"

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

"...Leon betrayed,"

Malcador said slowly, his eyes gradually lit up,

"I remember, combined with Guilliman, he attacked me and took my Crone's Sword."

Malcador raised his hand and showed his blood-stained arm to Luther.

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

Malcador suddenly bent over and coughed violently, vomiting large chunks of blood from his mouth.

"I shouldn't be here..."

Malcador's breath is weak,

"I should be on the battlefield until I die and dissipate completely... Why am I here? Sorry, kid, I need to rest, psychic energy interfered with me."

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

Leon united with Guilliman, Leon 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 Calibans in Caliban for nearly a hundred years. Luther had been waiting for his return, but ...Is the lion really...

What's more, there is Guilliman. Luther felt stuffy in his chest. During the years when he was working with Leon, the Lion had emphasized more than once that they needed to alert the Thirteenth Legion.

Now Leon is with Guilliman...?

But is Caliban really a slave to the Emperor? If the Leon betrayed the Emperor, why didn't he come looking for his Calibans, or was there no Caliban in his sights?

No, calm down, Luther.

What Malcador said was only one-sided words, not to mention that the old man was already in a state of some kind of psychic disorder. In an instant, Luther already had his own idea.

"Collect the team."

Luther opened the communication channel.

"State of emergency, let's go back to the nearest fortress now."

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"...Leon Jonson betrayed?"

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

"What is your definition of loyalty?"

He scoffed in disbelief,

"Are you loyal to the Emperor?"

“Loyalty itself need not be questioned.”

Asmodeus answered Luther with a prayer, and Luther laughed again,

"If you are loyal to the Emperor, then why did you abandon the mission assigned to you by the Empire on at least three combat missions and instead pursue your traitorous brothers?"

"I didn't care about you before, I just banished you, Asmodai, because you were indeed able to hunt down those warriors who fell into Chaos - I hope you will find the truth yourself, but now you tell me that you still believe in Caliban Is it black and white?”

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

Asmodai asked in a low voice,

"You have answered your question. Now I just want Leon to come back. When he comes back, I will accept his interrogation - but now, the Dark Angel obeys my orders."

Luther narrowed his eyes,

"Your dream of being a lone hero is shattered, Asmodai. Seeing that you have not committed an unforgivable mistake, I will give you a chance to repent, or face me - you can't beat me;

Either face Mortarion directly - since you are standing here, it means that you are sure to blackmail me, so let Mortarion come. I think the last thing the Primarch wants to see is something going wrong within the expeditionary force. "

Of course, Luther could directly bring Mortarion 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 the true meaning of fallen angel is?"

"It represents the person who knows Leon's true plan!!!"

Luther said, suddenly taking the charged scepter wielded by Asmodai. The thing in the hands of the Judgment Priest was heavier than an ordinary war hammer.

"Our real enemy lies in the face of 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 had to Label our fallen angel friends as traitors!"

Luther exerted his strength with his elbow, grabbed the handle of the scepter, and used the momentum to push down Asmodai who rushed to swing the staff. At the same time, he suddenly raised his right knee and rushed towards Asmodai's head!

boom! He heard the shattering sound of Asmodei's helmet.

"Let me tell you a story next!"

Luther shouted,

"You selfish bastards who only listen to one-sided words! What a pity - I used to be a bastard too!!"

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

Malcador said, sitting casually by the bed. This was a small room, but very neat. It was the shelter that Luther had found for Malcador.

"No need to thank you."

Luther said cautiously,

“You look like you’re doing well—can I talk to you?”

"sure,"

Malcador said, gesturing for Luther to sit down.

"I know what you're struggling with... I was shocked at first too, kid."

Luther dragged a chair and sat across from Malcador. The old man suddenly possessed him and put his hand on Luther's gauntlet.

"Don't you know what's going on in the outside world at all?"

Malcador frowned and asked with concern.

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

"We know something happened outside...but since Caliban has no ships, we can't do anything now. How did you get here?"

"Subspace."

Malcador whispered, blinking,

"There are beings on Caliban who can contact the subspace, but this is not a good thing for Caliban. It is contagious... I thought the lion knew."

Luther frowned, remembering the knowledge he had found in the previous suppressed riots.

"Ouroboros?"

He asked uncertainly, and Malcador looked at him in surprise.

"Leon told you? It seems that even if he rebelled, he was not so cold-blooded..."

Luther looked past Malcador's question;

"Are you sure he betrayed you?"

he asked uncertainly, his heart pounding and he felt dizzy, so what was all this for?

Luther gave up his achievements in unifying Caliban to his adopted son Leon, and relying on the love of the Calibans, Leon turned around and dedicated Caliban to the Empire.

It would be fine if the Empire could lead Caliban to a better place, but now... Caliban is being polluted by the Mechanicum's factories... and the Lion has abandoned the Emperor again?

So who is Caliban? His springboard? Can it be discarded at will?

Even if the lion had not rebelled, his behavior of not contacting Caliban for a hundred years had already pierced a thorn in Luther's heart.

"He betrayed."

Makado said, his eyes filled with haze;

"The Primarchs built their own empire."

"Where is 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, Astlan came to see me just now, but it seemed like he was very dissatisfied with me."

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Astelan, another thorn buried deep in Luther's heart, another extremely evil person from Terra, a lunatic who opposed the rule of Leon and supported the Emperor within the Dark Angels.

Until now, Luther has not figured out what Astlan wanted to do when Caliban was there.

Just like the trial 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 Asmodai, who was already out of strength, forced him to stand up, and continued to fight him.

Asmodai was also a good fighter. After Luther crushed his two calves, the Judgment Priest stood up again and roared at Luther unwilling to admit defeat.

"I understand, old man, you betrayed the legion under Malcador's instigation!"

"Me! No! Betrayal!!!"

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

"You have no idea how complicated the situation was at that time!"

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"Have you gone to find the Demon Pattern Master?"

Luther looked at Astlan coldly, and Astlan showed a disgusting, fake smile.

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

"Makado is not normal."

Astran said with a smile. According to him, he was the original Space Marine on Terra, with an anti-chaos barrier set up by the Lord of Mankind himself in his mind.

"You're talking nonsense."

Luther said, a magic pattern person who suddenly appeared on Caliban...how could Malcador be normal.

But what concerned him was what Machado said, what is Leon's current state?

To put it bluntly, Luther didn't care about the Raushi Emperor, he only cared about Caliban and the Calibans.

"Keep him away from the jungle."

Astlan dropped these words and left.

The dense forest...Makado came out of the dense forest!

Luther thought, what is in the dense forest? ...Ouroboros?

He thought of something not good.

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"Do you know about Ouroboros?"

Luther laughed and cursed, looking at Asmodai's eyes exposed between his broken helmet, with a blank look flashing across his face.

"you do not know,"

Luther laughed and spat blood 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 source of all Caliban's suffering. It lurked in the dense forests of Caliban and was guarded by giant beasts and forests, but he and Leon's extermination of the giant beast released that Guy.

Ouroboros carries the aura of the Warp, which confuses people and corrupts souls.

And the huge power contained in Ouroboros itself also attracted Malcador's greedy eyes... The Demon Pattern came for Ouroboros, but he also believed that it was much more than that.

He is an out-and-out hypocrite.

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"Leon will be back soon."

Malcador, who was wearing plain robes, said that Luther had been keeping Malcador under house arrest in the name of guardianship, although he did not know whether the Empire's powerful psykers could easily escape his supervision.

In addition to Luther, others on Caliban are also paying attention here, Astlan, Lord Cypher...

The news of Leon's betrayal of the empire finally spread, and now people have their own agendas.

"Leon Jonson?!"

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

"Exactly, I feel the spiritual energy in the subspace fluctuating."

Malcador said, then looked at Luther sincerely,

"I don't want Leon to find me. I fight for humanity - and I don't think the lion will be happy that you protected me."

Malcador looked at the silent Luther, who was silent, so Malcador continued,

"I was injured in the battle with him, and then was carried here by the subspace turbulence. 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 Humanity is always too rough, so that the planets cannot really develop. The Empire is always catching up. time."

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

"But as the primarch's home planet,"

Macado's voice changed.

"You can have more resources."

The old man looked at Luther calmly, his voice was as soft and weak as a dying old man,

"I was in charge of government affairs, and I thought the Lion had built his home planet well...but when I got to Caliban, I realized I was wrong."

"What do you want to say?"

Luther asked, provoking him?

"I just want to fight for a little bit of life for myself."

Malcador said calmly,

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

Luther felt so distraught that he didn't know what to do, but as Malcador said, his dissatisfaction and anger towards the Lion King and Caliban towards the Lion King had been accumulated for long enough, and they needed someone. statement.

"I'll hide you first."

Luther glanced sideways at the old man,

"Then I will go and talk to Leon personally... to see if what you said is true or false."

"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 of Caliban."

Malcador said, "If you want to learn psychic powers, you can come to me."

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"Thank God,"

Luther said, looking at the cage that had been opened a crack 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 soon come and lock up this madman.

In terms of reflexes and strength, Luther is far inferior to Asmodai, but he has enough experience... and a little help from weak psychic powers.

"Sir, you need to rest."

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

"No, I'm fine."

Luther gasped and walked into the cage. The mortals, semi-transformed people, and fully transformed people all looked at him.

They are all people collected by Lion in Comoros and have a unified name "Lion Guard".

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

Luther asked as he saw people standing in a row before the woman pulled out a knife and followed each person's lead, slicing their skin.

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

One, two... until people all contribute 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 tokens of Slaanesh and Death, and Slaanesh is about to give birth to Death. 】

Another sentence is,

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

This is what the Lion wants to say to him, nothing more, that's why he doesn't communicate through other means, he just wants Luther to see this sentence, so he designed a useful first sentence for Luther.

The fall of Caliban... This is the eternal scar of the First Legion. In an occult sense, the quarrels and secrets that tore apart their Legion eventually led to the shattering of Caliban. This is retribution.

"thank you."

Luther said, looking tired and avoiding the concerned looks of the Lion Guards.

"...I'm going out for a while."

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

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

After the invasion of Slaanesh, some of the Eldar who were separated and imprisoned on different ships of the Death Guard survived. Under the "protection" of the black stone cage, they may have become the last group of Eldar untainted by Slaanesh.

But at that time, the main force of the Death Army was imprisoned on the Endurance with Elsa, and they were taken away by Slaanesh together with Elsa.

[I also don’t want to ask for their help. 】

Mortarion reluctantly said that the scene of betrayal was still fresh in his mind. The Primarch did not think that these Eldar would sacrifice their lives for the Empire. The wild Eldar who once cooperated with the Death Guard were a thing of the past. They were too rare. Their numbers have caused them to gradually disappear in the long river of history.

"Now I think it's a miracle that they don't seek death."

During the negotiation just now, these Eldar were all in a semi-mad state, either dumbfounded or crying and laughing. The Death Guard who guarded them barely managed to save their lives by injecting them with powerful nutrient solution.

"Then I will go back and give these Eldar to Trazin?"

Selling figures as a favor to the king, these Eldar are of no use if they are locked up in the Death Guard.

【up to you. 】

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

[Luther is looking for you, Hades. ]

The Primarch said, and Hades nodded doubtfully. Seven minutes later, Luther appeared in front of them, heavy and tired.

"Are you okay?"

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

After reading it, Hades' eyes were stern, and he showed it to Mortarion again.

[...No surprise. ]

Mortarion said,

[Malcador wants to seize the ascension of Slaanesh or the God of Death, so he'd better have the tokens of these two twin gods. ]

"The Crone's Sword?"

[It could be something else, but he will take it out by then. ]

Use the token in Malcador's hand to lure out the God of Death?

Hades thought, and then he looked at Luther again with worry. He remembered that after the meeting, the Dark Angels had no combat missions.

"Can I ask what happened?"

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

He laughed at the curse of the First Legion. They would never get out of the complex and chaotic inner circle in this life - this is a good thing and a bad thing.

"The secrets of the Legion, my lord, that's all."

He said, bowing,

"I guarantee with my honor and life, my lord, I will never let the secrets within the First Legion interfere with your plan, and Lord Lion will not do this either."

He saw Hades and Mortarion look at each other hesitantly.