Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana
Chapter 38 Laughter
Ahriman and Morgan from the Thousand Sons Legion were the seventh group of guests Luther entertained today, and if there were no accidents, this should also be the last group.
Caliban was running the precious clockwork clock on his desk. It was a work of art made of gears, glass and metal wires. Countless operations and pushes determined the swing patterns of the hands, allowing it to display the time and The homeland of mankind is almost identical.
By the standards of Holy Terra, today has only passed about eight standard hours, and his last rest was about thirty-two standard hours ago. However, despite this, Luther did not feel much fatigue, and his muscles and spirit Still in a relatively soothing and energetic stage, this old knight couldn't help but sigh at the magic of genetic modification surgery.
But occasionally, he would also think about what it would be like for those knights who had been completely genetically modified and had undergone the legendary nineteen surgeries: Nemir, Zahariel, Sever, and others. …
They were once his brothers, his warriors, and his knights. They were the legions who followed his footsteps into the hunting battlefield. Once upon a time, he stood at the forefront of everyone and was the leader of everyone.
But now, they are on the battlefield, on the front line, using unimaginable great bodies and strength. Those knights who once followed him have participated in the most magnificent war cause in the galaxy, to obtain enough to sing Thousands of years of merit and honor.
As for death? It was nothing more than an inevitable moment, like the last glass of wine at a banquet, like the sunset gradually being swallowed up by the deep forest. Death was nothing to any Caliban.
When putting on armor for the first time, which knight would guarantee that he would live a long life? When it's time to set out on horseback again, which warrior can guarantee that this won't be the last journey?
With a surging heart, hold on to the steel gun and move forward bravely. Death is like fragrance, and life is nothing more than that.
Both the former Luther and the current Luther think so.
But times have changed.
Luther lowered his head, and there were documents in front of him. They were nothing new: requesting support, requesting survival supplies, requesting temporary evacuation, requesting ammunition supplies, or requesting firepower assistance from the cruise fleet.
——————
The Luther Knight may have disappeared.
he thought.
——————
Luther's eyes quickly distinguished among these similar documents, some of which he did not need to pay attention to, such as the mobilization of fleets and legions. That was the power only the war chief had, and he was responsible for the more trivial ones. of events: supply, transportation and warehousing.
In this way, another document was selected: the 23rd Kranos Regiment of the Mortal Auxiliary Army requested new supplies of materials and ammunition. This mixed army of 1.28 million people was independently stationed at a building on the edge of the front. Semi-permanent fortress world, they were one of the first batch of troops to participate in the battle of Randan, and suffered a near-destructive blow in the fierce battle of the forge world Shana.
If they are able, they also hope to send new troops to take over their defense line. The 23rd Regiment has not experienced a rotation for two years. The chief of staff and liaison officer repeatedly used words such as "low morale" and "low morale" in their reports. "Heavy losses" and other words.
Luther's eyes casually passed over these words without any pause, because every mortal auxiliary army was like this, and the "heavy losses" and "request for support" in the reports never stopped.
He opened the star map, looked for the location of the 23rd Regiment, weighed the importance of the front they were on, and finally wrote the answer: There are no reinforcements, and you can get up to 50% of the requested supplies. The following is After a batch of supplies arrives, an additional base will be replenished.
As the document was sent out, Luther's eyes and thoughts did not pause at all. He quickly threw himself into the next job, which was still the same content: requesting supplies, requesting reinforcements, and requesting for help in this damn war. Everything needed.
…
When he raised his head again, Luther only felt a slight burst of pain finally starting in the upper part of his spine. He glanced at the clock and saw that almost ten Terra standard hours had passed.
Maybe take a break.
Thinking this way, Luther turned his eyes to the other side of the desk, where there was a stack of letters. They came from Nemir, from Seifer, and from every former comrade who fought on the front line.
Luther stretched his fingers and felt some numbness in his fingertips. He moved a few times and then opened the first letter. This letter was not long, but it exuded the smell of gunpowder smoke and iron blood, which made Cali The class couldn't help but take a deep breath.
he likes.
Nemir simply said hello, and then asked about his cousin Zahariel. In the letter, he still called him by his old title: [Knight Commander Luther], which made the reader's lips curl up.
At the end of the letter, Nemir casually mentioned the situation of the war, the factories and furnaces that had been destroyed and ravaged on the forge world, and the comrades who died in the steel, or the new generals. Stars rose in the endless fighting, and countless blood and flames burned on the battlefield, far beyond what this small piece of paper could hold.
Although the part that mentioned the war was just a few cryptic words, Luther read and read it again and again, as if this was some kind of mesmerizing and wonderful masterpiece.
Finally, Caliban leaned back in his chair, still clutching the letter in his hand.
For a moment, he even wanted to save the letter and read it several times in the future.
But he can't.
All information about the war on the front line must be kept confidential to the greatest extent possible. All file backups are not allowed and must be destroyed after reading.
And this order comes from [Lion].
No one dares to directly disobey his [Lion].
Luther struggled briefly in his heart, but the struggle was not intense: almost in an instant, obedience and fear took over.
Looking at the burning letter, Luther just wanted to sigh.
He turned his head and looked behind him, looking at the paintings that carried the glory of the past: he saw the day when Zhuang Sen was brought back by him, the day when he personally put on the armor for his adopted son, and the day when Zhuang Sen was brought back by him. It began to grow bigger, more majestic, and...terrible.
He still remembered those days: the child who was brought back from the deep forest reflected Luther's longing for the heir who died in infancy. He watched the child grow and learn, and watched him grow rapidly like the legendary son of God. Transformed into a great warrior, from a savage child beside him to a great and trustworthy knight.
[The Lion] grew so fast, and when almost no one noticed, he was already so powerful, so majestic, so invincible.
Luther didn't even notice when he was taller than him. When the [Lion] began to wear his strength, his shadow enveloped everyone.
Luther didn't notice when he stood in front of him and became everyone's new leader and hope: no one shouted Luther anymore, everyone would only shout the name of [Lion].
Luther didn't even realize when he started to fear the Lion's every move and regarded him as a leader instead of his own heir and relative.
Luther even started...
hate him
——————
He hates [Lions].
Maybe so.
——————
The letters were burned.
Its last traces of paper also began to curl and turn black as the high temperature approached, and finally disappeared in the red flames.
Luther stared at all this, and he just wanted to sigh.
Immediately, he picked up the second letter, which was a letter from Seifer. The words in the letter were inevitably a bit obscure, and even contained some code words and references that only the knights of Caliban would understand, but Luther still Some traces of war can be seen in his description, but this does not prevent him from searching for them as much as possible.
Read, read again, sigh, then burn, then pick up the next one...
Luther wanted to laugh, but smiled bitterly.
His former comrades-in-arms, his former brothers, and even his former subordinates, they were enjoying the madness, pain and honor brought by the war wantonly, and they were living as living warriors.
Only him, only Luther, was like a stamp. He had to deal with the document every day, every hour, and every minute.
He even had doubts about whether he had really been a knight. If he was, then he was obviously undergoing unimaginable torture.
For knights, there is no war, no honor, and no days worth charging, fighting and bleeding. That is torture, a living torture.
But he couldn't disobey all of this. After all, this was an order from the [Lion].
[Lion] hates disobedience.
After burning the last letter, Luther closed his eyes and even wanted to sleep for a while.
Then he heard a knock on the door.
——————
The eighth visitor is a Dark Angel veteran.
Luther saw the logos of [Storm Wings] and [Blade Sky Host] on his shoulder armor, and even a Medal of Honor from the Terran Unification War, and he held a paper document in his hand.
"Emergency document, Logistics Manager."
Luther stood up, took a few steps forward, smiled, and took it solemnly. Everything went smoothly. He had done it countless times.
But this time, after silent thought, Luther smiled and said one more sentence.
"You can also call me knight, I think I am more accustomed to this title."
This sentence obviously made the Dark Angel pause. He neither nodded nor denied, but just lowered his head slightly, moved his eyes downward, revealing a large area of the whites of his eyes, and then stared condescendingly at the short old man in front of him.
He didn't say a word.
But his eyes said it all.
Luther was still smiling, but this time, his smile couldn't help but freeze, because he had seen such a look before.
He will never forget it.
He remembers that time, he remembers it clearly, he remembers how he took him with him when the [Lion] returned to his legion, just like he was carrying a retinue. He remembers that the [Lion] stood in front of everyone. In front of the Dark Angel, he patted his shoulder like a king, telling everyone that this old man who could not even undergo genetic surgery was his most trusted right-hand man.
He remembered that no Dark Angel spoke, they neither resisted nor agreed, they just stood there quietly, looking at him.
That's the look.
He will never forget it!
——————
But Luther was still laughing.
He could only laugh.
——————
The Luther Knight may have disappeared.
Because of [Lion].
——————
Dark Angel was silent. He didn't say anything more. He just turned around and closed the door.
When the sound of iron boots on the ground gradually disappeared, Luther could finally - he almost forgot - stop his damn smile.
The documents were thrown carelessly on the table, and Luther leaned on his chair, watching the smoke and dust that had not yet dissipated wandering in the air.
They are weak, sluggish, and have nowhere to run.
He raised his head, trying to see the paintings, but couldn't see them. He had no choice but to squeeze his neck harder.
Some days, life really sucks.
When the blond [Lion] caught his eye, Luther couldn't help but think of this.
You'll Also Like
-
Yu-Gi-Oh: Stop it, this is not a duel!
Chapter 180 2 hours ago -
Type-Moon lists the top ten virtues, and the defense of Valhalla is broken
Chapter 167 2 hours ago -
Someone edited a video at Marvel, making everyone in the Avengers cry
Chapter 129 2 hours ago -
Starry Sky Railway: I develop mobile games in Xianzhou
Chapter 472 2 hours ago -
Intercept Hu Lingling, I create the Lunaria Protoss
Chapter 414 2 hours ago -
Zombie Agreement: One-click max level, join the chat group
Chapter 256 2 hours ago -
American comics: The opening time is wrong, crazy plundering entries
Chapter 186 2 hours ago -
People are in Bengtie, join the chat group
Chapter 413 8 hours ago -
Special Forces: Fusion of Death Shot, Support for Long Xiaoyun!
Chapter 190 8 hours ago -
Spoilers from the original Spider-Man
Chapter 355 12 hours ago