Here comes Luther.

He brought a whole fleet.

Enough to arm an army and provoke a war, or let a bright star fall into the abyss of destruction and oblivion.

[Enough to arm 50,000 Astartes with individual weapons, 800 armored vehicles of various types, 400 artillery pieces of various types, 1,000 Terminator tactical armor of various types, three squadrons of Storm Birds, and a matching arsenal of ammunition supplies and medical supplies for an apocalyptic war from start to finish.] 】

[There are also the transports responsible for transporting these supplies, and a naval fleet to provide the support of the armed forces: fifteen capital ships and a number of light ships, which themselves and all the crews are part of this gift.] 】

[225 Dark Angels, most of whom are veterans of the War of Unification of Terra and the War of Randan, of which 150 are senior technical sergeants, who are responsible for the management and maintenance of weapons and equipment that do not use general technology. 】

[More than 100,000 explanatory volumes, detailing all the discloseable alien races that the Dark Angel Legion has encountered, as well as the specific experiences and lessons learned in past [all] battles, and a most detailed map of the Eastern Galactic Star, as well as several unique contact information for the Merchant Rogue Dynasty and the Knightly Feudal World.] 】

[Finally, there is the most important being, whose single body is worth more than all the other gifts combined. 】

[Caliban Knight: Luther.] 】

[My dear friend. 】

The heavy text was not recorded on an electronic board, but by some vigorous pen, on a roll of parchment, which even exuded the smell of a deep forest and rotting leaves from Caliban.

Morgan leaned on her silver-white throne, which she had sat on for far too long today, receiving a group of people who wanted to meet her.

Without exception, these visitors brought gifts, but there was no doubt that the generous gift from a certain old knight of Caliban, who stood behind him as the champion swordsman of the First Legion, was the most valuable.

Morgan grasped one side of the parchment roll and let the other lie on her lap, and little by little she whispered about the heaviest of gifts, the most sincere and heroic gift of Caliban, which would arm the entire Dawnbreaker Legion, and even more than enough.

The Spider Empress didn't even really pronounce the most important parts: despite the fact that there were only two people in the throne room, Luthor and Morgan, and in a certain cautious nature, the Lord of the Second Legion did not pronounce the last gifts of immeasurable value.

...... of guns, power mail, terminators, various armored vehicles, and artillery Production line.

Their numbers and variety were enough for the nascent Second Legion to establish a medium-sized industrial world of its own in an instant, achieving the most basic and important self-sufficiency.

Of course, while giving away all the gifts in abundance, the Knight King of Caliban was not completely carried away: all of the production lines were equipped with [normal] equipment, and the same items could be found in any of the large casting worlds, without involving the mystical technologies and ancient relics that were unique to the Dark Angel Legion.

As for the armored vehicles and artillery, there were indeed a very small number of them [Special Products of the First Legion], but they were so rare that they were not worth mentioning, and they were under the close supervision of those senior technical sergeants.

Even if Johnson didn't say it explicitly, Morgan knew very well that these Dark Angels' unique equipment would only be used by her in the most dangerous and critical moments, and that all unfortunate outside witnesses would need to keep their mouths shut forever if necessary.

has been in the industry for more than ten years, and this tacit understanding does not need additional reminders at all.

At the end of the parchment scroll, there seemed to be a few words left, but Morgan was not in the mood to finish reading them, and the Queen of Dawn kept a kind smile, and her expression was much more sincere and sincere than when she faced the envoys of Tarasin and Reza.

When I looked up, I saw Luthor: the old knight was smiling because of the phrase "my best friend" in Morgan's mouth, he looked a few years older, and compared with the barely high-spirited appearance in Morgan's memory, there was some loneliness in prison.

It seems that some people don't really like the deep forests of Caliban.

[It's been a long time since we've seen you, Lord Luther. 】

Morgan kept the smile that no one could refuse, and she stood up, moving her numb limbs for a moment, and then slowly walked down the stairs, leading Luthor to the space behind the throne.

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

Compared with being high up in the throne and facing her [best friend], the Spider Queen has another way of getting along: whether it is Ahriman before, Luther now, or Kellyphany later, they will not feel the arrogance and coercion of half of the doppelganger from Morgan, and in the eyes of Morgan's pen pals, what they see will only be a real friend.

Morgan was happy to maintain a closer friendship with these key people in her heart, after all, the Spider Queen knew better than some of her brothers that there were things that could not be done by high authority and the status of the genetic protogen, but that sincere friendship and equal intersecting gestures would do wonders.

[What to drink?] 】

The old knight of Caliban was still a little restrained, and he still didn't seem to react to the fact that his pen pal was actually a genetic protogen, but Luthor still smiled in the face of Morgan's sincere friendship that was no different from before.

Following the guidance of the genetic protoplasm, he looked at the side shelf, on which several wines were stacked, and on the sign below, the names of their respective species were written.

[It's all my own ...... Brewed. 】

Golden Fleece, Burgundy, Cabernet Sauvignon, Grenache, Acorn......

The bottles of wine, which looked so mellow and rich, made Luther can't help but pick his eyes, and the old knight, who had never been here, kept looking at his wines that were carefully wrapped in long bottles, but found a problem.

"This ......?"

The old knight pointed to the obvious empty space on the wine shelf: there was not a single bottle of wine, only a lonely sign with a string of beautiful characters written on it.

【Classical Craft】

Morgan blinked.

【Classical Craft...... It has a sour taste and may not be to your taste. 】

Luthor didn't see the momentary stagnation on the face of the genetic prototype, he nodded, picked a bottle at random, and slowly started talking with the extraordinary pen pal in front of him.

[I expected to see you at the Battle of Tac, after all, it was a battle that the First Legion threw all its might. 】

Morgan got up, didn't use his own psychic powers, but poured a glass for Luthor himself, her words casual and silky, easily stirring up the topic and darkening Luthor's pupils.

"Johnson sent me back to the 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 avoiding the somewhat unnatural look of the old knight of Caliban, so that the other party could not see the brilliance in her pupils.

[Yes, I know, Johnson talked to me about this before the war. 】

The Genogen nodded, and she didn't look like she was looking at Luther, but was absorbed in her own words.

[However, I don't think this is a very correct move, the temporary recruitment of new blood is almost meaningless for a battle of the level of Tux, and we need a commander who has been in a lot of battles to play a role in his own right.] 】

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

[Johnson can wait a while, and then personally deal with the recruitment of new blood and other issues. 】

[My brother is a little short-sighted in the handling of this matter, but, of course, he is not to blame, he is too tired. 】

“……”

Luthor was silent for a moment, as if hesitating to agree with the statement, but the old knight of Caliban sighed softly after seeing his armor as white as new.

"yes......"

"And he has never learned such a macro strategic command, and the Caliban has limited him."

Morgan nodded, seemingly awakened by Luther's words.

[Speaking of Caliban......]

[What happened to Caliban? 】

[As far as I know, the First Army almost exclusively recruits recruits in the Caliban, and after such a long and fierce battle for more than ten years, the pressure on the Caliban should not be small, right? 】

“…… That's true. ”

Luthor lowered his head to drink, hiding a hint of consternation in his pupils.

He even had a delusion, a feeling of absurdity.

After Johnson led the Dark Angel Legion back to Caliban, Luthor also chatted with his original and adopted son several times, all about the Legion's business.

Johnson cared about many things: he cared about the direction of the Great Expedition, about the search for the home planet of Randan, about the next batch of recruits, and about the safety of those important warehouses......

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

Luther blinked.

In the end, the first thing he heard about Caliban's concern came from an outsider in some sense.

Is...... Comical.

He sighed.

"Generally speaking, it's okay, the demographic structure is still normal, it can provide sufficient troops and manpower, and the rest and recuperation of the legion is on the right track, in fact, Johnson has already taken the main force of the First Army to the industrial world of Granmayer, and he has not been in Caliban for too long."

[You didn't go along? 】

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

The old knight's words were a little evasive.

Morgan nodded, and she continued to take a few sips before thinking of something.

[By the way, Lord Luther. 】

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

[At that time, the war was urgent, Johnson rejected all irrelevant documents, and I did not know enough about Caliban to give you a useful answer or help: Have you solved those things? 】

"It's settled."

Luthor smiled, and the absurdity grew more and more evident in his mind, even reminding him of some pointless rumors.

The true Lord of the First Legion......

"There was some unknown shock in the mountains of the Caliban, which caused chaos and revolt in the area, but I have succeeded in pacifying it, and I have sent people to seal off those shock areas, and nothing will happen again."

[Mere blockade is useless. 】

Morgan shook her fingers, her voice so sincere and friendly that the sensitive Luther couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary.

[Although Johnson has never read the letters from the Caliban, I will be responsible for reading and replying: the facts are all known to us, Your Excellency Luthor, the burden of the Caliban is too heavy, and the impact of the empire's culture and system is also a problem. 】

[The so-called shock is just an inducement, what Caliban needs is a rest, or from Johnson's attention and change. 】

[You should persuade Johnson and let him solve this problem. 】

“……”

“…… yes......"

Luthor picked up his glass, his fingers trembling a little.

An outsider, an outsider who has never been to Caliban: she can see Caliban's problems and difficulties, but can't Johnson really see all this?

Or does he not care?

Blasphemous thoughts flashed through Luthor's mind, and he couldn't even restrain himself a little to think about those deeper things: fortunately, Morgan did not continue the topic, she leaned back in her chair, and began to talk to Luthor about the Great Expedition and the War with Randan, and from time to time swept over the topic of Caliban, so that the string in the old knight's heart kept fluctuating.

……

[Actually, during these Terra Standard Months, I still miss my brother Johnson, especially when I find that I often learn from 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, getting better and better, Luthor finally let go of his restraints after these not intoxicating conditions at all, and leaned forward against the table, listening to some of Morgan's thoughts on the Legion.

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

"Of course."

[I also copied one.] 】

[I intend to formally form my guard after arriving at my landing place, and until then, I intend to temporarily replace my guard with an organization similar to the Five Hundred Pack. 】

"Sounds great, do you know the name of it?"

[Old Guard.] 】

[Old Guard.] 】

Morgan's fingers rubbed together, and a golden badge flashed.

"What a great name...... Speaking of which, on the deck of the battleship, I saw quite a few Dawnbreaker Legion warriors, they all looked veterans, and they looked very ......"

[Not easy to get along? 】

"Yes...... Are they what you call the Old Guard? ”

[Not yet, but soon.] 】

Luthor frowned slightly, he didn't quite understand Morgan's behavior: why would he use these seemingly unruly characters to form his own guard?

But he didn't ask, but listened quietly to Morgan's feelings.

[So, I find that I still miss Johnson, can you tell me what he's been up to lately? You should be on good terms with him, after all, you haven't seen each other in a long time. 】

“……”

Luthor coughed lightly, ignoring the latter very naturally, and a slight sourness ran in his throat.

"Johnson ......"

"Johnson actually misses you a lot."

[Really? 】

"As soon as he returned to Caliban, he ordered that an exclusive room be vacated for you in the Legion Monastery, and a special place was reserved for you in the Legion's council hall, which was on his right-hand side."

Morgan frowned, shook his head, and sighed.

[He shouldn't have done this, it would lead to discontent in the Legion, and although I appreciate his actions, I am the original body of another Legion after all, and it is not appropriate to add my place to the First Legion, and to place it above 10,000 people. 】

That's true.

Luthor nodded, Morgan thinking exactly the same as he did.

He couldn't help but sigh: In many things, the master of the Second Legion has a much deeper and more transparent understanding and grasp of the First Legion than Johnson.

This reminded him of the joking rumors about the real Lord of the First Legion.

[Aren't they dissatisfied with this? 】

You should advise him, Luther, for you are his adoptive father. 】

Luthor didn't answer, a bitter smile filling his heart.

"There is indeed some discontent among the First Legion, but it is about other things: some of the Dark Angels feel that Johnson's gifts to you are too rich."

"Though no Dark Angel would deny you your outstanding contribution to the Randan War. And the credit that must not be erased, but from another point of view......"

[On the other hand, these gifts have affected the future development and recuperation plans of the Dark Angel Legion?] 】

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

[But it does affect, Lord Luther, for I know even better than Johnson how much of the Dark Angel's weapons are left, and how much supplies they need to recuperate.] 】

“……”

Who is the master of the First Legion?

Even in Luther's unwavering heart, he couldn't help but cross this strange question.

Morgan smiled.

[That being said, some of them are cheap and good, but my brother doesn't really need to give me so many things, he actually has a better plan to implement, for example, just let you come alone. 】

[The value of your own person is enough to compare with these materials. 】

"Ahem, ahem!"

Luthor coughed heavily, and he looked like he was choking.

"No kidding, Morgan, please."

[No, I'm not kidding. 】

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

[Johnson actually told me that he was always a little overly worried about your physical condition and safety, thinking that the logistics of Caliban or the rear is where you should be, but in my case, I have some different ideas. 】

Morgan tapped lightly on the table as he spoke, and in the blink of an eye, a star map appeared between the Gene Prototype and the Caliban, which prominently showed several unrecovered star regions, and in the center of this star map, there was a huge planet: Avalon.

[We are now heading towards Ryza, and after a period of stay in Ryza, we will change course and complete a meeting with the Iron Warriors, and then our fleet will head south to lay a foundation and land near my hometown of Avalon. 】

[This is a big project, Lord Luther, I need to launch an attack plan on several worlds, several galaxies, and even multiple star sectors at the same time, even with my energy, it is impossible to take care of several fronts at the same time. 】

So, at some point, I had to need some unique characters to help me deal with some wars. 】

Luthor blinked, and the content of Morgan's words made him think of the possibility that in the old pupils of the Caliban knights, there was a flame of youth rekindled.

Morgan has no more nonsense.

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

[Are you willing to take charge of a single fleet, an expeditionary force, for me, to conquer or recover those worlds, and 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 arduous than you think, and you still need a certain amount of time to let your troops run in well. 】

Well, it's not such an easy job. 】

[It can be extremely difficult, so I would like to ask your opinion and thoughts first.] 】

【Are you willing to lead ......】

"Of course!"

"Absolutely!"

Before Morgan could finish speaking, he heard Luther's most firm words and greeted him.

The old knight of Caliban had once again puffed up his chest, and even on his somewhat aged countenance, he once again exuded some of the vigor that belonged only to young people.

"Leave it to me, Lord Morgan."

"I'll take care of everything!"

【…… Then please. 】

Morgan smiled and gave Luthor a grateful look.

——————

It was easier than she thought.

Of course, she will give Luthor an expeditionary fleet, and even a large army, so that he can conquer those planets and worlds in the following years, and gain the glory and glory of being the commander of the Revolutionary War.

Then, he will leave, he will return to the Dark Angel Legion, and as Morgan answers Johnson's call, Luthor will return to his adopted son.

From the much-anticipated position of commander-in-chief, back to his solitary Kaliban deep forest.

How will the old knight of the Caliban feel then?

Just think about it, it's exciting.

(End of chapter)