Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"I'm not trying to refute you, Luther."

"On the contrary: I know very well how great the hidden dangers of the Eye of Terror are."

Jonson bent over, moved his steps, put his two big hands together, carefully held the ceramic cup that was still running towards his face just a few seconds ago, and rubbed it to Luther's desk little by little.

"But I guess Luther also knows: passively being beaten is never a good idea."

Although he was verbally opposed, the tone of the Primarch was not lacking in flattery: after finding that Luther still had his arms crossed, leaving him with a resolute back, Zhuangsen could only quietly put the cup on the table first.

Put it in the original position, and by the way, take care of the various documents that were disturbed by the airflow when Luther suddenly attacked just now: the murderous lion was a little clumsy at this time.

After doing all this, Zhuangsen glanced at Luther's cup again, felt that it was a bit inappropriate, so he stretched out a hand, put his five fingers together, pressed against the edge of the ceramic, and pushed forward.

Pushed it again.

Well, almost there.

He poked it again.

It’s almost there now.

The Primarch nodded and glanced in the direction of Luther again: after realizing that his adoptive father had adjusted his breathing and looked less angry, Jonson took the time to retreat to a slightly farther position.

Ah, that’s right!

Halfway through the walk, the Primarch suddenly had an idea and forced a change of pace, approaching Luther’s star map.

When the old knight Caliban, who had finally caught his breath and patted his chest, looked at the debt collector he had picked up that year, he found a commander who was concentrating and standing in front of the star map with a serious face.

Well, think about it carefully, this kid usually makes him proud.

The original anger in Luther’s heart was extinguished in an instant.

It disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

What did Jonson say just now?

The old knight blinked: only then did he realize that Jonson was standing in front of the star map, pointing in the direction of the Eye of Terror.

I still know the importance of it.

Unconsciously, a relieved smile has returned to the corners of Luther's mouth.

"Jonson, you mean: my plan to fortify the world of Cadia is not appropriate."

"From a military point of view."

"Yes."

The Primarch nodded, and the original humorous atmosphere was swept away: when the topic of the conversation moved to command and killing, in the blink of an eye, the Caliban Lion King who had conquered countless fortress worlds for the human empire stood alive in front of Luther again.

For a moment, Luther felt intoxicated and fell into the sweetest part of his past memories: when the Emperor's fleet had not yet arrived in Caliban, when Jonson was just an ordinary brother in the Knights, with a physical fitness different from ordinary people.

At that time, Jonson, who took over the sword and armor from him and became the youngest leader of the Grand Knights in history, was not in the same breath, encouraging them in the auditorium: unite all the knights on Caliban and slaughter every giant beast?

That was the starting point of all legends: if his life was a biography, then the speech that Jonson made in the auditorium was the most perfect prologue of this biography.

A prologue that would be sung for thousands of years.

At this moment, Luther even felt his eyes moisten a little. He tried his best to suppress his brief loss of composure, lowered his head, and pretended to think. In his mind that was confused by memories, he dug out information about the Eye of Terror.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Luther coughed twice to make his voice sound normal.

"We can't ignore it, Jonson. The Eye of Terror is a great threat, and the Emperor is willing to give us full authority to defend this place. It is undoubtedly his great respect and trust. We must defend the Empire against possible invasions."

"You are right, Luther."

The Primarch did not deny this, and his eyes stayed on the black cave on the star map.

In fact, to be frank, no one in the Empire has yet been able to conclude that there is a threat to humanity in the Eye of Terror: but conversely, no one can be sure that there is no threat to the Empire in the Eye of Terror.

However, the Lion King of Caliban has his own way of thinking about this problem.

First, although he himself does not know much about the Eye of Terror and psychic power, there is no shortage of psychic masters around him: both the Emperor and Morgan have hinted to him that he should be on guard against the waves in the Eye of Terror.

Secondly...

Jonson's fingers paused: the Primarch glanced at Luther, who was concentrating, and knew that there were some things he could not tell him.

That is Nikea and Magnus.

As one of the candidates to help the Emperor clean up the mess of the Thousand Sons Legion, Jonson was naturally allowed to retain some of his memories, and he also had a half-understanding of the truth on Nikea: although not as good as Morgan and Malcador, but much better than Horus and his ilk.

Therefore, after vaguely recalling what Magnus had done, Jonson was actually very clear in his heart: in the warp that the Emperor claimed was empty, there must be something terrifying.

And if these sins isolated from the real universe want to invade the rising empire of mankind, is there a better way to enter than the Eye of Terror?

Even for this reason, he could not completely oppose Luther's plan.

But...

"Although the eyes of fear are indeed a hidden danger of Galaxy: If they really survive for human maliciousness, their threat to the empire will be far beyond the stars of corpses. After all, it is so close to Tella."

"But Luther: Do you still despise its defensive work too much?"

Zhuangsen knocked on the desktop.

"You should not focus all hope in a fortress."

"This is too big."

The primary shook his head and expressed no.

"Deep ditch high base, Tongshan iron wall, can then build an immortal fortress?"

"This is the whimsical whimsical in the minds of the literati who have not been on the battlefield."

"Indeed, the strategic significance of some places cannot be ignored."

"But from ancient times to the present, I have never heard of any fortress that never falls."

Zhuangsen stood his hands on the table and looked directly at his adoptive father, with a serious complexion.

"Look at me, Luther."

The raw body raised his head slightly, and the golden beard could not hide his pride.

"Standing in front of you is the most sharp blade in the expedition in the Grand Expedition. It is the siege hammer that slaughtered countless heterogeneous civilizations for humans: I can use my military career in the past twenty years to guarantee you. Things: There is absolutely no one for all the city in the galaxy. "

"The evidence is me."

Zhuangsen knocked on his chest, and his loud sound echoed in the room.

"In the past war, I have attacked the capital of the Alien Empire, destroyed the space scrap ship that is larger than the planet, and witnessed how an armed galaxy collapsed in front of the offensive of the first legion."

"I can guarantee you, whether it is the mountain array or the Magrag, or even the Thailand ..."

The raw body stopped.

But one second later, he continued to speak.

"Yes, even Tyra."

"As long as I give me a sufficiently elite troops and smooth object supply, even if Don has been prepared, I also have sufficient means and experience, drilling a loophole that cannot be blocked on his defense line."

The raw body is arrogant with arms.

"So, don't expect to stare at the eyes of fear just relying on one Cadia."

"Even if you can really build a fortress that has suffered thousands of years, then I ask you: Those enemies in the eyes of fear will really be stupid enough to last for 10,000 years, just staring at Caddy like a bull like a bull. Is it? "

"Whoever wants to do so, then he is the most well -known joke in the world."

Luther did not respond. He just listened to the advice of the original body quietly. This was a good habit he cultivated in Avaron's military career: as long as the time is not urgent, the old knight will listen to standing as much as possible to stand on standing as far as possible standing on the stand Every suggestion in front of his desk.

And carefully figure out the thoughts.

"Zhuangsen, you want to say ..."

Luther's body leaned forward.

"You don't oppose the idea of ​​establishing a fortress on Cardia. You just think that doing so is not enough insurance, right?"

"Yes."

The primary nodded, and his fingers moved from the eyes of fear to Cardia.

"Luther, I know why you choose Cardia as the location of the world of fortress: it is the only permanent channel that can stabilize the eyes of fear in and out of fear. If you want the fleet to enter the real universe from the eyes of fear Cardia is the only choice. "

"But the problem is that if you only rely on Cardia a world, it is absolutely not enough: I have been there, I know how bad Kadia's living environment is, and the impact of sub -space on this world is too deep. Except for the air in the atmosphere, there is nothing suitable for normal people's life. "

"If we want to make Cardia into a qualified fortress world, then we have to at least stop tens of millions of output soldiers: Evia's own output will never feed so many soldiers, let alone service services, let alone service. These soldiers' logistics staff. "

"So, there must be a stable channel, a fixed logistics world, a sufficient ship ..."

"These are not problems."

Lushe laughed.

"Senior Council will fully support our plan for Cardia's fortress."

"Do you have confidence to convince them?"

"No: they have agreed."

Luther shook his head.

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"Believe me, Zhuangsen, Tyra's officials are more generous than you think: they will pay for all Cardia's all, subsequent materials supply will be fully provided. Some of the soldiers must be the elite of Tyra personally, including some soldiers of the fist of the empire. "

"no problem."

Zhuangsen nodded: He originally intended to send some dark angels there, and now there are nothing more than some empire fists.

"But this is not enough, Luther."

Then Zhuangsen's fingers have made several key points on the star map.

"If you really want to trap the threat of the eyes of fear in the cage, then we must take Cardia as the center and use these worlds as a fulcrum to create a cage that surrounds the eyes of fear: Just like my brother Conrad around the ghost stars, the fortress world created. "

"Cadia, Caliban, and this world called Vigilance will become the three fulcrums of the Eye of Terror's cage, echoing each other, each stationing a large army, and if one is in trouble, the other two will support it."

"In addition, the forging world Agrippina in the south and the industrial world of Vostronia in the north, which is rich in fine weapons, should also be integrated as logistical support for the Caliban cage: and in the knight world of Darova next to Vigilance, the Mandecor Knight Family should also take more responsibility."

At this point, the Primarch paused.

"You can ensure the loyalty of this Mandecor family, right, Luther?"

The old knight nodded.

"The sons of the Mandecor family are in the embassy outside the window, you can meet them."

"Okay."

The Primarch readily accepted the advice: he was not completely incapable of adapting.

"Tell the High King of Mandekor that if any of their descendants cannot resonate with the Knight's Throne, they can also participate in the selection of the Dark Angels: I will personally recommend these candidates."

"Even if they fail, there will always be a place for them on Caliban."

"In addition: I look forward to the Mandekor family joining the First Legion's expedition plan."

"I will convey it."

The old knight leaned back in his chair.

"But then again, Jonson: we can't just focus on Cadia."

The finger pointed to the northwest of the empire.

"Look here: there is still a large unclaimed land in the northwest of the galaxy."

"..."

Jonson blinked.

He knew that this large piece of barren unclaimed land was caused by the war with the Randan Empire and [that person].

"This is indeed a threat."

The Primarch nodded.

After all, this unclaimed land is almost a quarter of the size of the entire Nebulous Star Region, and it is right next to his and Horus's kingdom: if the Luna Wolves move westward, their already huge wolf kingdom will expand to an unbearable level.

This is what Jonson doesn't want to see.

So...

"I understand what you mean, Luther."

When the Primarch nodded, the old knight was looking at him in a daze.

Understand what he means?

What does he mean?

Luther was confused.

How could he not know that he meant it? Didn't he just point to a place?

"This is indeed a hidden danger."

Jonson poked the unclaimed land.

"We need to solve it too."

"..."

Luther glanced at the Eye of Terror on the star map, which was almost one-third the size of the Caliban Alliance, and glanced at the [New Hidden Danger] that was larger than the entire Taliban Alliance.

He suddenly had a bad feeling...

"I will launch a new expedition to eliminate the potential threats here for the Emperor."

"Fortunately!"

Hearing this, Luther breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately it wasn't...

"And you have to follow me and mobilize enough immigration ships: when I eliminate the potential threats in this unclaimed land, you are responsible for incorporating these worlds into the Caliban Alliance and expanding our defense zone until Horus's Wolf Kingdom can no longer move further west."

"..."

Luther raised his head.

"You mean: we want to colonize a piece of land larger than the entire Caliban Alliance?"

"Do you know what you mean by this, Jonson?"

"Of course I do."

The Primarch smiled, and then patted Luther's shoulder with trust.

"I believe you can do it, too."

Why didn't he know that he could colonize a quarter of the Nebulous Segmentum with only a Caliban Alliance?

This is almost one-fifth the size of the 500 worlds of Ultramar!

"You...believe it?"

"I saw Morgan did it."

The Primarch touched his chin.

"And she never complained about it: it must not be a difficult job."

"It's just colonization and development, what's so difficult about it."

The Primarch's face was so bright.

"Don't worry, Luther."

After saying that, Zhuangsen didn't forget to pat his adoptive father's shoulder with relief.

Of course he understood Luther's psychology: he understood it decades ago: but at that time it was an emergency moment of the Great Remote, and he naturally didn't have the time and energy to help Luther solve the great cause buried in his heart.

Even though he knew the old knight's desire to make achievements in the stars, he could only ruthlessly drive him back to Caliban: Luther's loneliness was a memory fragment that Zhuangsen could not forget, and it was also a regret that he vowed to make up for.

And now, it's time to pay back.

It's not too late.

After all, Luther is only over a hundred years old: it's the age when he should go out and climb to the top.