Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Luther is here.

He brought a whole fleet with him.

It's enough to arm an army, start a war, or make a bright star fall into the abyss of destruction and oblivion.

[Individual weapons sufficient to arm 50,000 Astartes at once, 800 armored vehicles of various types, 400 artillery pieces of various types, 1,000 Terminator tactical armors of various types, and three Stormbird squadrons , and the matching ammunition supplies and medical supplies that are enough to consume an apocalyptic war from beginning to end. 】

[There are also transport ships responsible for transporting these supplies, as well as a naval fleet that provides military support: fifteen capital ships and a number of light ships. The ships themselves and all their crews are also part of this gift. 】

[The majority of the 225 Dark Angels are veterans who have experienced the Terra Unification War and the Randan War. Among them, 150 are senior technical sergeants, who are responsible for the management and maintenance of weapons and equipment that do not use common technologies. 】

[More than 100,000 volumes of explanatory books, which record in detail all the disclosed alien races that the Dark Angels Legion has encountered, as well as the specific experiences and lessons learned in [all] battles in the past, and is accompanied by the most detailed copy of the Eastern Galaxy Star maps, as well as unique contact information for several Rogue Trader dynasties and knightly feudal worlds. 】

[Finally, there is the most important existence, whose individual value is greater than the sum of all other gifts. 】

[Knight of Caliban: Luther. 】

【My dear friend. 】

The words as heavy as a thousand were not recorded on the electronic board, but were recorded on a roll of parchment with some vigorous and powerful pen power. It even exuded something from Caliban, something belonging to the deep forest and decay. The smell of leaves.

Morgan leaned on her silver throne. Today, she had been sitting on this extremely uncomfortable throne for too long, receiving batch after batch of visitors who had their own requests.

Without exception, these visitors brought gifts, but there was no doubt that the heavy gifts brought by a certain old Caliban knight, who stood behind the champion swordsman of the First Legion, were the most valuable.

Morgan grabbed one side of the parchment roll and let the other side lie on her lap. She whispered bit by bit this most profound gift, which was enough to arm the entire Dawnbreaker Army. Even more than enough, the most sincere and generous gift from Caliban.

The Spider Queen did not even really read out the most important part: Although there were only Luther and Morgan in the throne room, due to a certain cautious nature, the Lord of the Second Legion still did not read out the last part of the inestimable value. Gift.

Production lines for firearms, power armor, terminators, various armored vehicles and artillery.

Their large number and rich variety are enough for the newly born Second Legion to establish a medium-sized industrial world of their own in an instant, achieving the most basic and important self-sufficiency.

Of course, while giving all these rich gifts, the King of Knights of Caliban was not completely dazzled: all the production lines are those with [normal] equipment that can be found in any large forge world The same items, without involving the mysterious science and technology and ancient relics unique to the Dark Angel Legion.

As for those armored vehicles and artillery, there are indeed a very few [Specialties of the First Legion] among them, but their numbers are so rare that they are not worth mentioning, and they are under the strict supervision of senior technical sergeants.

Even if Jonson didn't say it explicitly, Morgan knew very well: These Dark Angels' unique equipment would only be used by her at the most dangerous moments, and when necessary, all unfortunate outside witnesses would need to shut them up forever. mouth.

Having been together for more than ten years, this tacit understanding does not require additional reminders.

There seemed to be a few words at the end of the parchment scroll, but Morgan was no longer in the mood to finish reading it. The Queen of Dawn kept a kind smile. Her expression at this time was worse than when she faced the envoys of Trazin and Reza. , simply too sincere and sincere.

He raised his head and saw Luther: the old knight was smiling because of the words "my best friend" from Morgan's mouth. He looked a few years older. Compared with the appearance that was barely high-spirited in Morgan's memory, , with some loneliness behind bars.

It seems that some people don't really like Caliban's deep woods that much.

[We haven’t seen each other for a long time, Lord Luther. 】

Morgan kept that smile that no one could refuse. She stood up, first moved her numb limbs, and then slowly walked down the stairs, taking Luther to the space behind the throne.

With a wave of his hand, a set of simple wooden tables and chairs appeared out of thin air.

Compared to being aloof in the throne and facing her "best friend", the Spider Queen has another way of getting along with her: whether it is Ahriman before, Luther now, or Kelly Fanny later. , they will not feel the arrogance and coercion of the half-doppelgänger from Morgan. In the eyes of these pen pals of Morgan, all they will see is a true friend.

Morgan is happy to maintain a closer friendship with these key figures in her heart. After all, compared to some of her brothers, the Spider Queen knows very well: there are some things that cannot be done by the superior authority and the status of the Primarch. On the contrary, a gesture of sincere friendship and equality will work wonders.

【any drinks? 】

The old knight of Caliban is still a little constrained. He still doesn't seem to have reacted to the fact that his pen pal is actually a Primarch. However, facing Morgan, the kind of sincere friendship is the same as before. , Luther still showed a rare smile.

Following the guidance of the Primarch, he looked at the shelf on the side, where several types of wine were clearly grouped, and the names of their respective types were written on the brands below.

[This is all brewed by me myself. 】

Golden Fleece, Burgundy, Cabernet Sauvignon, Grenache, Acadian Acorn…

Bottles of bottles of wine that looked extremely mellow and fragrant made Luther dazzle his eyes. The old knight, who had never been interested in this, kept looking at these fine wines that were carefully wrapped in long bottles. Another problem was discovered.

"this……?"

The old knight pointed to the obvious empty area on the wine shelf: it was empty, there was no bottle of wine, only a lonely brand with a series of beautiful characters written on it.

【Classical Craft】

Morgan blinked.

[Classical craftsmanship... Its taste is rather sour, which may not suit your taste. 】

Luther did not see the moment of stasis on the Primarch's face. He nodded, picked a bottle at random, and slowly started chatting with the extraordinary pen pal in front of him.

[I thought I would see you in the Battle of Tuckers. After all, it was a battle in which the First Legion devoted all its strength. 】

Morgan stood up and poured a glass for Luther herself without using her psychic powers. Her words were casual and silky, easily picking up the topic and making Luther's pupils darken involuntarily.

"Jonson sent me back to Caliban, hoping that I can recruit and train enough new blood for the next war to ensure the combat endurance of the Dark Angel Legion."

Morgan lowered her head and poured herself a drink. Her eyes avoided the old knight Caliban, who looked a little unnatural, so that he could not see the gleaming light in her pupils.

[Yes, I know, Zhuang Sen talked about this with me before the war started. 】

The Primarch nodded. She didn't seem to be looking at Luther, but rather absorbed in her own words.

[However, I feel that this is not a very correct move. The temporary recruitment of new blood is almost meaningless for a battle of the level of Tuckers. Instead, we need a commander who has experienced hundreds of battles. Play a unique role. 】

[What's more, in a battle of this level, no matter whether the final result is victory or defeat, the Dark Angel Legion, as the absolute main force, should take a break to make up for the damage caused by more than ten years of fierce fighting. . 】

[Jiang Sen can completely wait and then personally deal with issues such as recruiting new blood. 】

[My brother was a little short-sighted in handling this matter, but of course I don’t blame him, he was too tired. 】

"..."

Luther was silent for a moment, as if he was hesitating whether to agree with this sentence, but after seeing his white as new armor, the old knight of Caliban still sighed softly.

"yes……"

"And he has never learned such a macro strategic command. Caliban restricted him."

Morgan nodded, she seemed to be awakened by Luther's words.

[Speaking of Caliban...]

[How is Caliban? 】

[As far as I know, the First Legion almost only recruits recruits in Caliban. After more than ten years of fierce fighting, the pressure on Caliban should be quite big, right? 】

"……indeed so."

Luther lowered his head and drank to cover up the shock in his pupils.

He even had an illusion and an extremely absurd feeling.

After Jonson led the Dark Angels Legion back to Caliban, Luther also had several conversations with his original body and adopted son, all of which were about Legion business.

Zhuang Sen is concerned about many things: he is concerned about the direction of the Great Expedition, he is concerned about the search for Randan's home planet, he is concerned about the recruitment of the next batch of soldiers, he is concerned about the safety of those important warehouses...

However, he never cared about Caliban, never cared...

Luther blinked.

In the end, the first words of concern for Caliban he heard came from an "outsider" in a certain sense.

How... funny.

He sighed.

"Generally speaking, it's not bad. The population structure is still normal, which can provide sufficient troops and manpower. The legion's rest and reorganization work has also been on the right track. In fact, Zhuang Sen has taken the main force of the first legion to the industry. World Gramaya, he didn’t stay in Caliban long.”

【You didn’t follow? 】

"I...I'm still in charge of Caliban."

The old knight's words were somewhat evasive.

Morgan nodded, she continued to take a few sips of the wine, and then thought of something.

[By the way, Lord Luther. 】

[I remember that when I was helping Jonson process the documents, you often mentioned in your letters that there seemed to be small protests breaking out in Caliban? 】

[The war was urgent at the time, and Jonson rejected all irrelevant documents. I didn’t know Caliban well enough to give you any useful answers or help: Have you solved those things? 】

"already solved."

Luther smiled, and in his heart, the absurd feeling became more and more obvious, and it even reminded him of some meaningless rumors.

The true Legion Master of the First Legion...

"In the mountains of Caliban, some unknown shock once broke out, causing chaos and resistance in the area, but I have successfully calmed it down. I sent people to seal off those shock areas, and nothing will happen again. .”

[A simple blockade is useless. 】

Morgan shook her finger, her voice was sincere and friendly, and even Luther, who was sensitive, could not hear anything unusual.

[Although Jonson has never read the letters from Caliban, I will be responsible for reading and replying: The fact is that we all know, Mr. Luther, Caliban’s burden is really too heavy. The culture of the empire and The impact of the system is also a problem. 】

[The so-called shock is just an inducement. What Caliban needs is rest, or attention and change from Zhuangson. 】

[You should persuade Zhuang Sen to solve this problem. 】

"..."

"……yes……"

Luther picked up the wine glass, his fingers trembling a little.

An outsider, an outsider who has never been to Caliban: She can see the problems and difficulties in Caliban. Is it true that Jonson can't see all this?

Or does he not care?

Thoughts that could be called blasphemous flashed through Luther's mind, and he couldn't even suppress himself and thought about deeper things: Fortunately, Morgan did not continue this topic. She leaned on the chair and began. Chatting with Luther, telling some things about the Great Crusade and the Randan War, and occasionally brushing up on topics about Caliban, the chord in the old knight's heart kept fluctuating.

…

[Actually, during these few Terran Standard months, I still miss my brother Jonson quite a bit, especially when I find that I often draw on his wisdom. 】

[For example, in terms of the Legion’s system and management, his Dark Angel gave me a lot of inspiration. 】

"for example?"

After three rounds of drinking, he gradually got into a good state. With these preparations that would not make people drunk at all, Luther finally let go of his restraints. He leaned forward on the table and listened to some of Morgan's thoughts about the Legion.

[For example, do you remember the five hundred people around Zhuang Sen? 】

"certainly."

【I also copied one. 】

[I plan to formally form my guard after arriving at my landing place, but before that, I plan to adopt an organization similar to the Five Hundred People to temporarily replace the functions of my guard. 】

"Sounds great, have you thought of a name for it?"

[Old Guard. 】

[Old Guard. 】

Morgan rubbed his fingers, and a golden badge flashed out.

"What a good name... Speaking of which, I saw a lot of soldiers from the Dawnbreaker Legion on the deck of the battleship. They all looked like veterans, and they looked very..."

[Difficult to get along with? 】

"Yes...are they the Old Guards you mentioned?"

[Not yet, but soon. 】

Luther frowned slightly. He didn't quite understand Morgan's behavior: Why would he use these seemingly unruly characters to form his own guard?

However, he did not ask, but quietly listened to Morgan's emotion.

[So, I found that I still miss Zhuang Sen. Can you tell me what he has been doing recently? You should get along very well with him, after all, you haven't seen each other for so long. 】

"..."

Luther coughed lightly and ignored the latter topic very naturally, and there was a bit of sourness in his throat.

"Zhuang Sen..."

"Jonson actually misses you a lot."

【real? 】

"After he returned to Caliban, he immediately ordered that an exclusive room be set aside for you in the Legion's monastery, and a special place was reserved for you in the Legion's meeting hall. on the right hand side."

Morgan frowned, shook his head, and sighed.

[He shouldn't do this. This will lead to dissatisfaction in the legion. Although I am very grateful for his behavior, after all, I am the original body of another legion. I added my position to the first legion and placed it It is not an appropriate move to do more than ten thousand people. 】

indeed so.

Luther nodded, Morgan had exactly the same idea as him.

He couldn't help but sigh: In many matters, the master of the Second Legion had a much deeper and more thorough understanding of the First Legion than Zhuang Sen.

This couldn't help but remind him of those joking rumors about the real master of the First Legion.

[Are Astlan and the others not dissatisfied with this? 】

[You should persuade him, Luther, you are his adoptive father. 】

Luther didn't answer, a bitter smile filled his heart.

"There is indeed some dissatisfaction among the First Legion, but it is about other things: Regarding the gifts Zhuangsen gave you, some Dark Angels feel that they are too generous."

"Although no Dark Angel will deny your outstanding contribution in the Ran Dan War. And the credit that cannot be ignored, but from another perspective..."

[From another perspective, these gifts have affected the future development and rest plans of the Dark Angel Legion? 】

"...Actually, it's not that serious..."

[But it does affect you, Lord Luther, because I know even better than Jonson how much weapons inventory the Dark Angels have left, as well as the amount of supplies they need for rest. 】

"..."

Who is the leader of the First Legion?

Even in Luther's extremely determined heart, he couldn't help but cross this weird question.

Morgan smiled.

[Although, some people get it cheap and behave well, but my brother doesn't actually need to give me so many things. He actually has a better plan to implement, for example, just let you come here alone. 】

[The value of you alone is enough to compare with these materials. 】

"Cough cough cough!"

Luther coughed heavily and looked as if he had been choked.

"Please stop joking, Morgan."

[No, I'm not kidding. 】

[Your talent, experience and rationality are priceless treasures that cannot be measured by the value and function of any item. 】

[Zhuang Sen actually told me that regarding your question, he is always a little too worried about your physical condition and safety. He thinks that Caliban or the logistics work on the rear is where you should stay, but in my case Here, I have some different ideas. 】

As Morgan spoke, he tapped the table gently. In the blink of an eye, a star map appeared between the Primarch and the Caliban people. It clearly showed several unrecovered star sectors. , and in the center of this star map, there is a huge planet: Avalon.

[We are now moving towards Reza. After staying in Reza for a while, we will change direction and complete a meeting with the Iron Warriors. Then, our fleet will go south and attack near my hometown of Avalon. A foundation and land for my legion to stand on. 】

[This is a big project, Lord Luther. I need to launch an attack plan to several worlds, several galaxies, and even multiple star regions at the same time. Even with my energy, it is impossible to carry out several projects at the same time. battle front. 】

[So, at some point, I have to need some independent figures to help me deal with some wars. 】

Luther blinked. The contents of Morgan's words made him think of a certain possibility. In the old pupils of Caliban Knight, there was a kind of youthful flame that was rekindled.

No more bullshit from Morgan.

[Are you willing to take on this burden? Lord Luther? 】

[Are you willing to command a separate fleet or an expeditionary force for me to conquer or regain those worlds, become the commander of a war, or even the supreme commander of an entire expedition? 】

[I may not be able to give you more supplies and help, and the goal may be more difficult than you think. Moreover, you still need a certain amount of time to let the troops under your command get used to it. 】

[Well, this is not an easy job. 】

[It can be extremely difficult, so I want to ask your opinions and thoughts here first. 】

【Are you willing to lead...】

"certainly!"

"sure!"

Before Morgan finished speaking, he heard Luther's most firm words and came forward to greet him.

The old knight of Caliban has once again puffed up his chest, and even his somewhat old face once again exudes some high-spiritedness that only belongs to young people.

"Please leave it to me, Mr. Morgan."

"I'll take care of everything!"

【...Then please. 】

Morgan smiled and gave Luther a grateful face.

——————

This was easier than she imagined.

Of course she will give Luther an expedition fleet, and even a large army, so that he can conquer those planets and worlds in the next few years and gain the glory of being the commander of the War of Independence. and brilliance.

Then, he will leave, he will return to the Dark Angels Legion, and as Morgan responds to Jonson's call, Luther will once again return to the command of his adopted son.

From the much-anticipated position of commander, he returned to his solitary deep woods of Caliban.

What will the old knight of Caliban think then?

Just thinking about it makes people look forward to it.