Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Luther's office is pure white.

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

The Lion King's former adoptive father and now his best friend was standing in front of his desk. He looked shorter than Ahriman and Zahariel. He had an old air that did not belong to an Astartes warrior. His face Shang exudes a calm smile that is trustworthy.

"Welcome, my friends, and 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, Luther showed a more enthusiastic and gratified smile, as if a lonely bird saw a kindred bird that he had not seen for a long time.

"Your Excellency 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 Force. This is not a simple undertaking. .”

[Yes, it requires me to put in extra effort and blood to make up for some innate shortcomings, both before and after shouldering it. 】

Morgan's answer made Luther laugh. It was the laughter brought about by true understanding. It was obvious that he understood Morgan's words and understood its meaning.

that's all.

A half-Astartes from the Dark Angels Legion and a mortal advisor from the Thousand Sons Legion. These two [mortals] who were among the two Astartes legions stretched out their hands and shook hands.

"Luthor."

【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 into the hearts of others, what they are thinking, and their desires and goals. This is an extremely powerful power, even if it is the primarch's weapon. Turabo, she also had a brief glimpse into the secrets of her heart.

She never mentioned this power to the outside world because she knew how dangerous it was, enough to make her hunted and murdered by different powerful people.

But even aside from this almost divine power, Morgan still has excellent observation skills, which is the result of her continuous growth and learning. Therefore, when Ahriman and Luther discussed some matters about the two legions, Morgan only She put half of her energy into listening to their conversations and occasionally answering their questions, while the remaining half was carried by her consciousness, observing the plants and trees in this small room.

She soon discovered something interesting:

Luther was not an elegant man.

He may be very talkative and friendly, possess strong communication and friendly skills, and be able to complete diplomacy and negotiation work well, but this does not mean that there is a person who loves paperwork and drinking together in his heart. Caliban.

Take a look at his room.

The wall made of steel, covered with trees from the deep forest of Caliban, and decorated with pure white paint is not empty. It is filled with wooden hanging platforms, decorated with The heads of beasts one after another, some are scaly monsters like mutated lizards or crocodiles, and some have been stripped of their hair, leaving only pale skulls, but they can still be seen as giant cats or canines. An animal-like apex predator.

And these are only small characters that can be displayed. Those real behemoths cannot be placed in such a small room, so they are imprisoned in the paintings. One after another, with colors and strokes, Telling stories of great hunts: monsters as big as mountains, nightmares capable of crossing rivers, or the airborne god of death with wings and flying scales.

They were all killed.

These paintings depicting the great hunt were placed on both sides of the room together with the heads, and behind Luther was another group of works, which were paintings full of joy and celebration: the knights returned in triumph, they Their armor was stained with the blood of monsters, and they held luxurious celebration feasts one after another.

In the first painting, young Luther stands in the center of the knights, wearing strong armor and strong will, like a heroic savior.

The next few paintings are similar, except that Luther's beard is getting longer and longer, and there are some new faces among the knights, some of whom never appear again, until in a certain painting, Luther is no longer alone: ​​he Next to him stood a half-grown blond child, like a wild man in the deep forest, but exuding an icy edge.

The child grew up very quickly, and in the next painting, he put on armor and became one of the knights.

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

Until in a certain painting, the former blond child was taller than all the knights. He stood in the center of the knights, next to Luther who was gradually getting wrinkled, and the knight in the first painting , many are completely invisible.

The sequence of paintings ends here, but it does not really end, because an extremely huge painting is placed at the highest position behind Luther, right on top of all the paintings. It is obviously the end of this silent epic.

It was the greatest feast. Even the paintings that stretched across the front wall could barely show its luxury and the large number of guests. Flags of the Knights floated one after another on the edge of the castle, and countless new faces appeared in the paintings. In the middle, the corpses of countless giant beasts were piled up to form a mountain peak used to show off their martial arts. This was obviously a grand occasion that had never been seen in the ages. It was the end of the sorrow of the past and the first cry of the emerging dynasty.

The great blond knight stands in the center of the painting, and beside him are the leaders of countless knights. They stand uniformly on the steps below the Lion King, telling their worship and surrender, and in their Further on the periphery are more knights, hundreds or thousands of knights, surrounding the lion like their own gods.

Morgan looked at it once, and again.

In this greatest celebration, she could not find Luther for a moment.

She looked and looked, and finally, in a corner that was not remote or 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 the knight captains, even so close to the King of Lions, but under that radiant light, this wrinkled old man was so small.

Morgan's eyes left, and she looked at Luther's desk, which was filled with documents and books. Countless medals and seals showed the nobility of their owners.

And right next to them, within reach of Luther, was a beautiful table with only one thing on it: a long sword, a rather sharp long sword. I don't know if it had ever been He drank the blood of many monsters and enemies.

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

Morgan looked away.

She looked at Luther.

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He was just laughing.

Smiling gently, kindly, and flawlessly.

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"It's going to be a tough battle."

Ahriman may be arrogant, rude, and confident, but when he heard what Luther described clearly, his brows couldn't help but wrinkled, and he fell into the most instinctive heaviness and thinking.

"According to you, Luther, we basically have no advantage in this battle, except that we are backed by the huge size of the Empire, but this size is not exclusive to us. The Luna Wolves are opening up in the west of the galaxy. To expand their territory, they can’t want nothing.”

"Actually, we have another advantage."

On the side, Zahariel crossed his arms, and his tone was one of unquestionable confidence.

"We have the Lion, the greatest and wisest war commander. He single-handedly commanded the knights of Caliban to destroy the giant beast. His bravery, wisdom and determination were the most important factors in that victory. .”

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

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

When Zahariel mentioned [The Lion], Luther laughed. It was an undisguised, instinctive smile. He smiled happily, just like a father being praised by others for his offspring. , thus revealing the simplest pride and joy.

But when Zahariel's words continued, this smile slowly solidified and cooled. As the young Dark Angel preached the greatness and achievements of the Lion King with increasing enthusiasm, Luther still smiled. , but his smile has returned to the original standard etiquette.

Morgan narrowed her eyes and began to think.

Zahariel's passionate preaching continued for a while, and when he finally finished, Morgan's energy had returned to his own mind.

[The King of Lions is indeed great, and his reputation can be heard even in Prospero. 】

Morgan looked at Ahriman, and Ahriman smiled understandingly. He nodded to the two Dark Angels, confirming the authenticity of these words.

[But everyone, war is never one person's business, it depends on everyone. 】

[Not just the lions, but also you, me, us, and the sacrifices and blood of all the soldiers and officers in this star fort and on countless fronts. 】

[Everything depends on the dedication of everyone. 】

Zahariel blinked, Ahriman was still stroking his chin in thought, but at this time, Luther 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 of course extremely correct.

Soon, the room was filled with laughter again.

The Lion King is very difficult to write, and it would be easy to collapse if you write about 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 weirdest original body.

One more thing... I really didn't think about the color of the second group. What would be better...