Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 762 The Lion Returns Home

"Standing firm? Don't be ridiculous!"

"There is no fortress that can stand firm in this world."

"It is even more impossible to block the entire Eye of Terror with just a fortified fortress world!"

"Don't be crazy, Luther, your Cadia Fortress can't eliminate this danger for the Empire once and for all: even if there are really powerful enemies in the Eye of Terror, we shouldn't be trapped in front of the gate, and taking the initiative to destroy them is the right way!"

"Just like the Emperor set out from the Salamas star zone and expedition to the outer darkness, destroying the Heart Eater civilization once and for all, and crushing their nests and leadership to ashes: this is what the sharp blade of the Empire should do!"

"That's what we should do too!"

The Lord of Caliban's fist slammed heavily on the stone table in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, a terrifying hole was smashed out. Most of the table disappeared out of thin air, and the remaining half rolled to the ground like a headless corpse because of the loss of center of gravity.

Rolled to Luther's feet.

"..."

The Caliban Governor, who was personally chosen by the Emperor and the Primarch, did not speak, but lowered his head and looked at the furniture that he died with regret.

"This is my favorite table."

"Just change it!"

The Primarch waved his hand, not caring about these details: as if there was a grudge in his heart, the tall figure of Jonson kept searching back and forth in the conference room, like a lion trapped in a cage.

The fully armed Primarch was nearly four meters tall and huge to match, so everything in Luther's room seemed too narrow for him.

The Primarch's huge head was projected on the neat grid of the marble wall through a series of iron lanterns, and the mottled space was even larger than those stone sculptures: Luther's [skinny] figure stood beside him, as if he would be eaten by Jonson at any time.

"It's different, Jonson."

But from his slow tone, it's not hard to tell that Luther is the one who dominates the topic in this room: he has a faint smile on his face, and his fingertips are wrapped around a paper star map.

The star map depicts the star sea kingdom that belongs to Jonson.

But everyone knows that only Caliban's Governor Luther is the real leader of these hundreds of civilized worlds: the relationship between him and Jonson is infinitely close to the relationship between the Emperor and the Seal Holder.

"This table is of great significance to the Grand Knights. Thirteen important documents of historical value were signed on this table: including the approval of your application to join the group that year."

"..."

Jonson stopped, but his anxiety was still visible to the naked eye.

"What? Do you think I should give it an Outstanding Contribution Award?"

"Or should I apply for a disabled veterans insurance for it?"

"That's not what I meant."

Luther bent down, picked up a sharp-edged fragment, and absentmindedly stroked the snow-white fractures.

"I just want to tell you that if you have to choose a place to vent your desire for destruction abandoned by the Emperor and the Great Crusade, then you'd better choose somewhere else: I have a whole list of alien worlds in my drawer."

"Don't go wild here, this is the former base of the Grand Knights, there are cultural relics everywhere, even the castle itself is a cultural relic: if you demolish this broken stone house, then where should I go to tell the new recruits of the Legion about your heroic legends in the Knights?"

"You still know!"

Jonson snorted.

"You still know how important this castle is to us?"

"What happened, Luther."

The Primarch clenched his fists and pointed out the window with some annoyance.

"How do you explain this!"

"The castle is completely different from what it was when I left Caliban, except for these few poor stone houses, ah, they should be called protected historical buildings: but look at what has become of other places outside the window?"

"Office building? Starport? Welcome square and entertainment area of the embassy?"

"You also need to set aside a forest for these ambassadors to hunt for fun?"

"Strictly speaking, they are not ambassadors."

Faced with the Primarch's temper, Luther was calmer than he thought.

"Those noble young men are your subjects, or my allies. They were chosen by their fathers to come to Caliban to learn the [Knight's Way]: you know, just like the old squire system."

"Squire?"

The Primarch muttered in dissatisfaction.

"In my impression, none of these idiots are qualified."

"After all, they are not here to be knights."

"Those who are qualified to be knights are already in your legion."

"They come to Caliban, immerse themselves in the thoughts and culture of Caliban and the Dark Angels, and then return to their home planet to take over their father's position as governor, and then send their own selected successors to Caliban to continue to run this system of squires."

"I learned this in Avalon: it is indeed good for maintaining rule."

"As for the castle: a small price."

Luther smiled calmly.

"I must have a place that is noble enough to accommodate these guests."

"Besides, didn't I apply to you for the command of a star fortress before?"

"I didn't agree."

The arms of the raw body crossed, leaning against the marble wall in anger.

"Star Fort is used to fight: it is unforgivable to leave them behind!"

"Then I can only use the castle at our feet."

Luther turned around, smiled, and looked at him a little angry son.

"How? The homeland in memory has become completely different, making you sad?"

"..."

Zhuangsen don't go over.

"It's just a bit uncomfortable."

"There are more places that are not suitable."

Luther put the star picture sandwiched on the paper room on his own desk.

"Is it exhausted?"

He asked the raw body without looking back.

Zhuangsen did not reply.

"Come over when you get angry: Let's discuss other issues you need to adapt."

Just like a real father who was unhappy with his unreasonable son, Luther's voice had the purpose of the primary side.

At least Zhuangsen noticed this.

He noticed: Luther changed.

Very obvious change.

After half a century in their smoke with the expedition, his most respectable mortals have given birth to some different pride.

Zhuangsen also remembers that during the Ran Dan war, Luther and his official last side. Although Ludase was also sophisticated and calm at that time, it was completely different from the current state: the current Governor of Carlban has a kind of cloud and light clouds. The temperament of light, a calmness that doesn't care about anything.

The difference between the two is like an outstanding ability, but it has only a few years of serious deputy to go to sea. The difference between the sophisticated captain who has been mixed with the sea for a lifetime: it is a kind of contempt that is used to the wind and waves.

This is what JP Morgan said with him. After a long time, did he be indifferent?

Zhuangsen is not sure, but there is one thing he can be sure: at the time he obeyed his inner thoughts, let Luther go to the Far East Frontier, direct the troops and horses, until he fulfilled it, and then let him let it go. He became the Governor of Kaliban, which was in charge, and was able to play wildly in this position and scolded Fang Qiong for half a century.

This decision is correct: Ruther is the best proof today.

A strange pride began to breed in the heart of the Lord of Kaliban. He paced to Luther and found that the old knight's office was in the office. When they met each other a hundred years ago, there was nothing to know change.

Zhuangsen felt a little better.

He had to admit that although he never cares about the changes in Kaliban, when he returns from the expedition, he finds that the Cavaliers in his memory has been transformed into this kind of unpredictable appearance, and his heart is in his heart. It is indeed full of fire.

This is not angry, it is just an indescribable restraint: the environment that originally used to it had changed dramatically. He was like a beast that was thrown away by the theory of evolution, and he was confusing in the new world.

Maybe he needs time to adapt.

Zhuangsen murmured in his heart.

Or, he should indeed continue to devote himself to the war between Xinghai: Although the climax of the Great Expedition has passed, there are still large blockbusters waiting for the recovery of the empire. As for the kingdom that the emperor entrusted to him ...

Ruther ruled well, isn't it?

The original body crooked his head.

He suddenly discovered that he was a little envious of Conrad now: If his Caliban could also be close to JP Morgan like that bastard's Nostramo, he could also use these that he always did not like Things, entrusted to a reassuring brother.

Morgan is always the best choice. As for Kiriman, it is a bit uneasy: but anyway, the Makrag bastard should not be able to betray his brother, and his heart is still a little bit desirable.

In this way, a genetic original in his mind, seeing his respectful adoptive father, spreading the star map, explaining the kingdom of Kaliban in front of him.

Luther's tone was fast. When Zhuangsen returned to God, he seemed to miss the most important content: Luther's eyes were staring at the original, just like the teacher in the classroom was looking for The object of question.

"Do you understand, Zhuangsen?"

"Ah? ... Ah ... Ah!"

"certainly."

Zhuangsen coughed.

"You are very clear."

"That's good."

Luther breathed a sigh of relief.

"In this case, which problem should we think we should start with?"

"ah?"

There is no mistake, one post, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, a book, one, one, a look!

The original body was stunned.

"What about this ..."

He pursed his lips and made every effort to put on a serious attitude, as if he was using his noble brain: the sweat beads at the corner were covered by long golden hair. In those green pupils, the logical gear Large -like beasts are crazy.

Think about it! Zhuangsen! Think about it!

Come on! What did you get to Morgan?

Which sentence is from the beginning?

Ah ... ah!

"I think ... cough ..."

The primary coughing.

"You have to know, after all, I have been waiting for the front line for too long, so, Mo ... Cough! Luther, I lack a systematic understanding of these things and negotiations in the rear. Field investigation and accumulation of experience have caused bad things. "

"So, why don't you tell me? You are in charge of this area. I guess you have already come up with your own plan in mind: you tell me your plan, and I will listen. If there is anything I can help with, I will speak up, so that you don't disrupt your original plan."

"Okay then."

Luther nodded and turned to get his quill. He didn't notice that Jonson was relieved behind him.

"First of all, to be honest, the Caliban vassalage that the Emperor has bestowed on you is not a very generous piece of land. In terms of area, it is not the largest among all, and it may not even be able to keep its position in the top ten."

"Among the Primarchs, the largest one is the vassal of Horus, followed by Guilliman, Morgan, Lorgar, Conrad and Perturabo, and then Mortarion..."

It's really strange: why can Conrad also own such a large piece of land?

Luther was explaining attentively, and Jonson was naturally...

distracted again.

Please: this is not a particularly important matter.

Besides, it's okay for others...

Why can Conrad build such a huge country?

Horus had nothing to say. He admitted that the Wolf God was worthy of the position of Warmaster, and Morgan and Guilliman were undoubtedly rulers, although the former was ten times better than the latter! But Guilliman was not completely without merit.

At least...

At least when sending troops, Guilliman's assistance was still generous.

And he was quite punctual: he would not be late even for the most unimportant occasions.

Perturabo was a very good commander and was also capable of leading mortals. Mortarion's silence was also reliable: as for Lorgar, he could only play a role in educating mortals for the Emperor.

But Conrad...

That bastard who was reliable, smart, and indeed good at fighting...

He was really...

"Jonson!"

"Are you listening!"

"Of course."

The Primarch didn't even blink.

"What do you want to say, Luther?"

"..."

The old knight looked at him suspiciously.

"I want to say that since Caliban's geographical environment and internal conditions are not good, we should be prepared in advance: handle the relationship with the neighbors well externally, and deal with the potential hidden dangers internally."

Jonson just nodded.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Let me think about it..."

"Maybe you can help us get along with the Iron Hands in the west..."

"I'm not familiar with Ferrus."

"Then the Shadow Moon Wolf in the east..."

"Horus is the one to be wary of."

"...Then, the Space Wolves in the south..."

"Luther: Do you want me to show my good will to that barbarian Leman Russ?"

"..."

The old knight paused.

"In that case: maybe you can lead the team to see the Eye of Terror?"