Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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Luther said, sitting down on the sofa next to Callas with a serious expression.

"I wish to discuss this expedition with you, my lord."

【Speaking.】

Luther hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"The Dark Angels will fully support your expedition, but we hope that you can also include the First Legion in the later stages of the expedition against Comoros, instead of just deploying us to the outer war zone."

Give me a reason before I answer yes, old knight.

"..."

Karas looked at Luther. Sometimes he really didn't understand why these Caliban were so fond of playing the mystery game; they were never willing to reveal too much about themselves.

This is not beneficial, at least the Pale Lord wants them to tell the whole story without any concealment—if Luther doesn't speak up, then Death will try other approaches.

"He's still spoiled," Karas thought. "Where else can you find someone who talks about everything like Hades?" Although Karas loathed Hades intensely.

But that damned soulless Oglin did have one redeeming quality: he never engaged in riddles with them. Karas believed this was another important piece of evidence that Hades had no brain, because his brain capacity was too small for him to speak riddles.

"Our Primarch is in Comoros."

Luther finally spoke, nervously watching Mortarion's reaction, but the Pale Lord showed no reaction whatsoever, merely uttering a single word.

【Oh. 】

“We must bring him back to the Legion, my lord. Please understand the vision of the First Legion. The Legion yearns for the former Lord of the Forest.”

So why doesn't he just come out on his own?

Mortarian asked again,

I think my brother is capable enough that even though the Comoros is extremely dangerous... I don't think he could trap a Primarch.

After another silence, Karas decided to speak.

“My cousin,”

Typhon looked at Luther and said, "Typhon keenly sensed the unease and tension beneath Luther's surface... and guilt?"

“You can just say it directly—any misunderstanding between us could lead to failure, a failure that neither of us can afford.”

Luther fell silent again. The old knight began to analyze the Pale Lord. The Emperor had not given them many instructions, so Luther had to act cautiously on his own.

Will the Pale Lord hinder their mission? But Luther has waited a full ten thousand years. He wants to undo the mistakes he made in the past. He wants to find the Lion King. He just wants to see his adopted son's face again.

But Luther dared not say more. He was not alone; there were others and the Primarch behind him, and he could not disrupt the situation because of his momentary slip of the tongue.

In the end, that was all he could say.

"There are conflicts between the First Legion and the Imperial Regent."

He subtly reminded them that at this very moment, Emperor Macardo's fleet was sailing on another route and would join them on the battlefield of the Comoros.

but--

Which empire's regent?

Mortarion asked, the Primarch frowning as he thought of Booz, the son of Hades. "That brat's gone up against the First Legion?"

Yay! That's it!

Chapter 675? ? ? ?

"You don't think we'll win?"

Kirkland said this, and the sage bent down, his mechanical head twisted at a forty-five-degree angle, looking at Macado, who was resting with his eyes closed, in an inhuman posture.

"Are you speeding up your fleet, Lord Macado? Your fleet has already overtaken the Grim Reaper's army—or are you in a hurry?"

Kirkland pointed this out, and Macado's eyelids twitched. Then the old man opened his eyes, his eyes filled with impatient killing intent.

Kirkland pretended not to see it and twisted his head at a 45-degree angle.

"The Eldar fleet is not easy to deal with."

Makado's voice was hoarse. The previous battle had made the Imperial Regent realize the Eldar's agility, and he really needed to get to the battlefield as quickly as possible—Makado didn't want the Lions to join the Imperial army before him.

"I was just a step ahead of him. Ha, the Death Guards are always slow, aren't they?"

"Then you're going to be disappointed this time,"

Kirkland said,

"When we arrive at the battlefield, we will see the wreckage of Eldar warships floating in the air—this is the power of Hades."

Makado sneered, as if he were listening to a funny joke.

Kirkland then changed the subject again.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Is there someone on the battlefield of the Spirit Race that you care about?"

Kirkland went a step further, the sage grabbing the back of the chair where Macardo was sitting. He was clearly being excessively rude and absurd, but Kirkland didn't care—he wouldn't die from it.

"what exactly is it……"

The wise man whispered,

"Why are you in such a hurry... does it possess the power to defeat Hades?"

"Let me guess, is it in the Comoros right now? Is it a Slaanesh? Or something else?"

Makado closed his eyes, ignoring Kirkland's questions.

At the same time, Kirkland's body emitted a huge metallic wail, as if metal had been forcibly broken, but Kirkland laughed even more wildly.

"False gods."

The sage spoke without restraint.

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【Endurance】

Luther was silent for a moment, looking at the Primarch with some surprise, before finally speaking slowly.

"...They are rune users."

He said it felt like he had traveled back 10,000 years.

At that time, they all took the wrong step.

He should have trusted the lion.

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【past】

Caliban

"He hasn't come back yet."

Astland said, turning his head to stare at Luther, his deep-set eyes filled with unwavering conviction.

"hold on."

Luther replied, abandoning his gaze from the sky and turning instead to where the forest had once been—

There, once lush and green, with towering trees that chilled the heart at first glance, he found himself deep in the darkest part of the forest—a miracle.

He took the child back, named him Leon Johnson, taught him knightly etiquette, and taught him to tame the beast with a knight's sword.

Zhuang Sen grew up very quickly. He was genuinely proud of him. He watched his swordsmanship become superb, and watched him grow into an outstanding knight... and an outstanding leader at an unimaginable speed.

...The leader, that should have been Luther's position.

The thought had briefly crossed Luther's mind, but looking at his exceptionally talented adopted son, he gradually let go of the obsession.

Later, the Empire came, and Leon's biological father found the Lion, who unequivocally pledged his loyalty to the Emperor.

Luther said nothing. The arrival of the Empire had changed too much. Like the other Caliban, he was still struggling to adapt to these changes. The Empire had brought too many things, including ships that could reach the sky.

……Boat.

Luther wondered, Leon had taken all the ships from the Caliban, imprisoning the Caliban in a cage of gravity, but where had the lion gone?

From a certain day onward, Caliban received distress signals from the outside world more than once, interspersed with human screams and roars, as well as blasphemous sounds—those sounds were chilling, like demons crawling out of hell.

The chaotic distress signals nearly blocked all the frequencies that Caliban could receive, but those imprisoned in Caliban were unable to know the full picture of the situation.

They waited anxiously on this land, and Caliban began to become cunning and enigmatic, seemingly as punishment for the Empire's unauthorized exploitation of the forests, releasing the darkness that had been confined within the dense woods.

The Caliban were dissatisfied and made a fuss. They simply believed that the Imperial Mechanicus's mining had disrupted the balance of Caliban. They clamored and asked where the Lord of Caliban had gone and why he had left his people in a corner.

As Leon's agent in Caliban and an exile, Luther suppressed demonstrations and marches time and time again. Before the rebels' secret gatherings could even begin, Luther discovered them and nipped them in the bud.

Luther relentlessly pursued those discontented footsteps, each swing of his sword bringing him closer to the truth, and he gradually glimpsed the darkness beneath the Caliban Forest.

What exists beneath this planet?

What exactly is that?

Luther didn't know, but he knew there was an evil anomaly there. What puzzled him was that Lion King Leon had spent many years alone in the forest, and he was the one who knew best what existed in the forest.

So why did the Lion allow the Empire to develop the Caliban Forest? Why did he agree to the campaign against the giant beast? He knew perfectly well that this would unleash the creatures within the forest—so why?

Luther pondered, why? Using his power and weapons, Luther forcibly prohibited the Imperial Mechanicus from further developing the forest. He looked at the already sparse forest, utterly perplexed.

However, he maintained his silence and attitude. After finishing his official duties during the day, Luther would listen to every captured communication at night, trying to find the Primarch's message to them.

He listened to it segment by segment until the screams on the communication gradually disappeared, and for a while, the communication channel was eerily quiet.

But he still didn't receive any news from the lion.

Luther began to feel disappointed and began to question, not to mention Astram's daily whispers in his ear that the old man from Terra had looked down on lions from the very beginning.

Just wait.

In a state of anxiety and confusion, time dripped slowly from the hourglass. The lion seemed distant, as if it had never existed, but the forest that had been permitted to be cut down silently testified that it had existed and still exists.

More and more Caliban are expressing their discontent, and Space Marines are also being drawn into the vortex of Caliban. After a brief period of calm, more and more madmen are emerging from the forest, slowly sliding into the abyss. The pressure dripping down is squeezing Luther, and he is beginning to feel somewhat powerless.

He completely abandoned the idea of ​​waiting for the lion and instead tried to make himself stronger.

Because of his age, he did not complete the Space Marine surgery back then, which made him age more easily... and become weaker.

Luther began to draw upon Caliban's power, and the psychic light shone between his fingers. Although it was somewhat strenuous, it represented another beginning.

On the very first day he gained control of his psychic powers, an old man suddenly appeared from Caliban's shadow.

That's... Makado.

A century later, they reconnected with the empire.

But at that time, Luther was unaware that they were about to fall into an abyss.

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【now】

"The Spellweavers wish to capture Lord Leon, who is still in Comoros."

Luther succinctly stated,

"Lord Leon possesses an existence that the Spellweavers covet—the Fallen Angel exists precisely because of this, and we are committed to making the Spellweavers pay the price they deserve."

Fallen angel… Mortarion thought, it seems to be a warrior who knows the lion's whereabouts.

【so,】

Mortarian concluded,

You're not here to help the Empire defeat the youngest queen, but simply because we share the same goal, right?

Luther nodded heavily, anticipating a difficult conversation, and quickly began to speak.

"Eliminating the Eldar is also the First Legion's goal; we are not—"

Mortarian interrupted Luther, but then appeared relaxed.

【Simple,】

Motalian said casually,

Before marching into Comoros, I had Hades send Macado—