Emperor's Bane

Chapter 37 Luthor (thanks to [Yan Jieya] for the reward)

Luthor's office is pure white.

This seasoned warrior obviously arranged his office carefully. This room is not big, but all its furniture comes from the forests of Caliban, exuding a refreshing atmosphere of nature and logs.

The former adoptive father of the Lion King, now his best friend, was standing in front of his desk. He looked shorter than Ahriman and Zahariel, with an old aura that did not belong to an Astartes warrior. His face On the face exudes a trustworthy indifferent smile.

"Welcome, my friends, thank you for lending a helping hand in this critical moment. On behalf of the First Legion, I welcome your arrival and assistance."

Luther took the initiative to take a few steps forward, shook hands with Ahriman enthusiastically, and greeted him. Then, he looked at Zahariel, and the two dark angels nodded, obviously having a certain tacit understanding.

And when his eyes turned to Morgan, Luthor showed a more enthusiastic and gratified smile, as if a lonely sparrow saw a long-lost kind.

"Your Majesty Magnus mentioned you in his letter, Ms. Morgan. He praised your ability and strength, and mentioned that you will be the liaison officer of the Thousand Sons Troop. This is not an easy undertaking. .”

[Yes, it requires me to pay extra efforts and blood to make up for some inherent deficiencies, whether it is before or after shouldering it. 】

Morgan's answer made Luthor laugh. It was the laughter brought about by real understanding. Obviously, he understood Morgan's words and recognized its meaning.

that's it.

A half-Astartes of the Dark Angels, a mortal advisor of the Thousand Sons, the two [mortals] among the two Legions held out their hands and shook hands.

"Luther."

[Morgan. 】

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Morgan has always been proud of her powers of observation. She understands the rarity of this power and how to use it.

She has never mentioned this to others: she can see other people's hearts, see other people's thoughts, see other people's desires and goals, this is an extremely powerful force, even if the Primarch wears Tulabo, she also briefly peeped into the inner mysteries.

She never mentioned this power to outsiders, because she knew how dangerous it was, enough for her to be hunted and murdered by different powerful people.

But even without this near-divine power, Morgan still has excellent observation skills, which is the result of her continuous growth and learning. Therefore, when Ahriman and Luthor discussed some matters about the two legions, Morgan just Put half of her energy on listening to their conversations and occasionally answering their questions, and the remaining half is carried by her consciousness, observing every plant and tree in this small room.

She soon discovers something interesting:

Luther was not a refined man.

He may be very talkative, friendly, has a strong ability to communicate and goodwill, and can complete the work of diplomacy and negotiation very well, but this does not mean that he lives in his heart who loves paperwork and drinking. Caliban.

Take a look at his room.

The wall made of steel, covered with trees in the deep forest of Caliban, and decorated with pure white paint is not empty, it is full of wooden hanging tables, decorated The heads of wild beasts one after another, some are scale monsters like mutated lizards or crocodiles, and some have been stripped of their hair, leaving only pale skulls, but it can still be seen that they are like huge cats or canines. Animal-like top predators.

And these are only small characters that can be placed. Those real giants cannot be placed in such a small room, so they are imprisoned in the paintings, one after another, with colors and strokes It tells those great hunting stories: monsters like mountains, nightmares that can cut across rivers, or death in the air with wings and claws flying.

They were all killed.

These paintings depicting the great hunt were placed on both sides of the room with the heads, and behind Luthor was another group of works, which were full of joy and celebration: the knights returned in triumph, they The armor was covered with the blood of monsters, and one after another luxurious celebration feast was held
And in the first painting, the young Luthor stood in the center of the knights, clad in solid armor, like a heroic savior.

The next few paintings were much the same, except that Luthor's beard grew, new faces appeared among the knights, and some were never seen again, until in one painting Luthor was no longer alone: ​​he Standing beside him was a half-grown blond child, like a wild man in the deep forest, but exuding a cold edge.

The child grew so fast that in the next painting he puts on his armor and becomes one of the knights.

He is getting taller and stronger, easily surpassing his adoptive father, and his feats and swords are also becoming bigger and more exaggerated with each passing day.

Until in a certain painting, the former blond boy was already taller than all the knights. He stood in the center of the knights, beside Luthor who was gradually getting wrinkled. The knight in the first painting , many have been completely invisible.

The sequence of paintings ends here, but it doesn't really end, because an extremely huge painting is placed in the highest position behind Luthor, right on top of all the paintings, and it is obviously the end of this silent epic.

It was the greatest feast, even the paintings that ran across the front wall could hardly accommodate its luxury and the many guests. On the edge of the castle floated one after another the banners of the Knights Order, countless new faces appeared in the paintings In the movie, the carcasses of countless giant beasts were piled up into mountains to show off their martial arts. This is obviously a rare occasion. It is the end of the sorrows of the past and the beginning of a new dynasty.

The great blond knight stands in the center of the painting, and beside him are the leaders of countless knight orders. They stand uniformly on the next step of the Lion King, expressing their admiration and submission. There are more knights on the outer periphery, hundreds of knights, they surround the lion, like surrounding their own gods.

Morgan watched it again, and watched it again.

In this greatest celebration, she couldn't find Luther for a while.

She looked and looked, and finally, in a corner that was not far away and inconspicuous, she found Luther's somewhat lonely smiling face. She looked again, but found that Luther's position was actually so important : He stood among those knight captains, even so close to the lion king, but under the radiance, this wrinkled old man was so insignificant.

Morgan's eyes left, and she looked at Luther's desk, which was full of documents and books, and countless medals and stamps showed the dignity of their owners.

And just beside them, at a position within Luthor's reach, there is an exquisite table, and there is only one thing on it: a long sword, a rather sharp long sword. How many monsters and enemies have been thirsty for blood.

But now, it is placed here, carefully wiped, and abandoned.

Morgan looked away.

She looked at Luther.

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He is just laughing.

In a gentle, friendly, flawless smile.

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"It's going to be an uphill battle."

Ahriman may be arrogant, rude, and confident, but when he heard what Luther said, his brows could not help but frown, and he fell into the most instinctive heaviness and thinking.

"According to what you said, Luther, we basically have no advantage in this battle, except that we are backed by the huge size of the empire, but such a size is not exclusive to us. It is impossible for them to want nothing.”

"Actually, we still have an advantage."

Aside, Zahariel folded his arms, and his tone was one of unquestionable confidence.

"We have the Lion, one of the greatest and wisest war commanders. He once commanded the knights of Caliban to destroy the giant beast by himself. His bravery, wisdom and determination were the most important factors in that victory. .”

"Without him, there would be no victory for the Caliban knights. He led the knights to win an impossible war with his own strength, and now, everything is just a repeat of the old events of Caliban."

Ahriman listened carefully to Zahariel's words, while Morgan looked to the other side. She observed Luthor and the old man's face.

When Zahariel mentioned [Lion], Luthor laughed. It was an undisguised, instinctive smile. He smiled happily, as if a father was being boasted about his son by others , thus revealing the most simple pride and joy.

But when Zahariel's words continued, this smile slowly solidified and cooled down. As the young Dark Angel became more and more passionate about the greatness and achievements of the Lion King, Luthor still smiled , but his smile has returned to the original standard etiquette.

Morgan narrowed her eyes as she began to think.

Zahariel's impassioned speech went on for a while, and by the time he finally finished, Morgan's energy had returned to his own head.

【The Lion King is indeed great, even in Prospero you can hear his reputation. 】

Morgan looked at Ahriman, and Ahriman smiled knowingly. He nodded to the two dark angels, confirming the authenticity of these words.

[But everyone, war is never a matter for one person, it depends on everyone. 】

【Not only the lion, but you, me, us, and all the soldiers and officers on this star castle and countless fronts have sacrificed and blooded. 】

【Everything depends on the dedication of everyone. 】

Zahariel blinked, Ahriman was rubbing his chin in thought, but at this moment, Luthor had already clapped his hands.

"Yes, everything depends on the dedication of everyone, which requires us to unite and fight the enemy together."

Such words are naturally incomparably correct.

Soon, the room was filled with laughter again.

　The Lion King is very difficult to write, and it is easy to collapse if you write him directly, so I decided to start with the people around the Lion King, constantly changing the perspective to shape him, and gradually polishing this strangest primarch.

　　Another point... I really didn't think about the color of the second group, what would be better...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)