"Lawyer" Luther: I Bring New Life to Caliban

The Shadow of the Throne, Primarch Office.

Nimrod leaned back on his the Throne and spoke to Arsena Dunn and Thomas.

"You already have extensive experience in ritual magic, and now I have a task for you."

The Primarch looked at the ritual magic master "The Knowledge Keeper" and the "Wizard" who possessed a wealth of knowledge, and with a thought, he sent the request to the two of them via telepathy.

As the information flooded their brains, the "Knowledge Keeper" and the "Wizard" understood the Black Emperor's demands of them.

They were to devise a ritual magic, create incantations, and invoke the power of the Black Emperor.

The "Knowledge Keeper" and the "Wizard" exchanged a glance; they were both quite interested in this new endeavor.

"As you wish."

"Thomas," Nimrod stared at him, keenly noticing his slightly furrowed brow and somber mood, "What troubles you?"

"My lord," the Chief Librarian said frankly, seeing that the Black Emperor had seen through his worries.

"Since the outbreak of war with Rangdan, 401 people have died in battle."

"Combat record editing and knowledge entry have both been affected."

Nimrod slightly, thinking that the Dice of Prophecy would be fully charged in about a month.

"I'll tell you how to resolve this when we reach Carium Gate."

The Chief Librarian immediately felt a weight lifted off his shoulders.

Praise be to our Lord.

At the same moment that Arsena and Thomas left the Primarch's office, on the upper deck.

Luther and Zahariel sat comfortably in a corner of the officers' mess. He glanced around and saw that all those sitting around him were his followers.

The "Lawyer" turned his gaze to his adjutant and began to speak the prepared words.

"Zahariel, do you really think Lion will accept us again?"

"Lion Ryan..." Zahariel, hidden under his Psychic Hood, was about to speak when he suddenly stopped.

He recalled the Sarosh Incident, after the nuclear crisis was resolved, during subsequent operational meetings and ground operations, when he had twice met the Lion's gaze.

Although in retrospect, the Lion's eyes revealed no emotion, this in itself meant that he had lost the Lion's trust.

He was special to Lion; he had never seen indifference in those eyes.

Zahariel still remembered that night in Caliban, the night the knights celebrated for him after he slew the Lion Beast.

He was strolling alone with Lion outside the castle when he was flattered to see Lion sneakily approach him and say something.

"Do you know that there's a unique brotherhood between us in Caliban now?"

He was the only person besides Luther whom the Lion considered a brother.

But they have now broken ties.

Zahariel knew he had a chance, but as Luther's second-in-command, he chose to keep it a secret out of a sense of duty and told Lion nothing.

"The Lion commands you and Astelan to follow Luther back to Caliban." The cold words echoed in his mind.

Zahariel's body trembled slightly. He picked up the table, took a cup of Triken black coffee from the coffee machine, and drank it all in one gulp.

He values loyalty...

He will not forgive us.

Zahariel said with difficulty that he realized he would never have the chance to follow in the footsteps of his Primarch, the great hero.

"We disobeyed his Exile order, and he will punish us."

"That's right," Luther said, seeing that Zahariel remained as rational as ever and had come to terms with reality. "Lord Nimrod has offered us a new opportunity."

Zahariel stared at Luther in astonishment, scrutinizing him closely.

Zahariel discovered that Luther was very different from before.

The regret and gloom in his eyes were gone; his gaze was firm, just as it had been when he led his knights in their attack on the Great Beast.

Zahariel exclaimed in surprise, "Lord Luther, you've decided to pledge allegiance to Lord Nimrod?"

"The Lion will not allow it!"

Zahariel looked around, and his eyes fell upon a series of faces, all of whom were listening to his conversation with Luther.

He glanced around at the 135 Dark Angels, then realized that no one would tell Lion what had happened today, just as he had in the past.

They are Luther's knights.

Their lord is Luther, not the Lion.

The Lawyer's eyes were sharp as knives. "Do you have any other choice?"

Seeing Zahariel fall silent, the "Lawyer" spoke again, his words striking straight to the heart.

"Lion abandoned Caliban."

"Our homeland was used as a place of Exile; he took his knights and threw those Terran-born into Caliban."

Do you know why?

The Lawyer coldly stated, "He's dissatisfied that the First Legion was already established before his return. The Terran-born are the Exiled, and so are the Exiled."

"Everyone in Caliban is Prisoner!"

"I bring New Life to Caliban!"

The surrounding Dark Angels all knelt down, "We swear to follow Lord Luther to the death!"

"For Luther! For Caliban!"

The "Lawyer" drank the coffee in one gulp, feeling his own Spirituality become more active, and experiencing a dissolving sensation within his body, much like coffee dissolving in his digestive system.

Luther stood up, walked over to Zahariel, raised his hand, and patted him on the shoulder.

"I believe in you; you will make a wise decision."

Zahariel watched Luther and the other Dark Angels leave in silence.

The image of Lion's merciless gaze at Sarosh, and his smile on Caliban, Flash Step alternately in Zahariel's mind.

As the bell tolled for the next standard ship cycle, Zahariel snapped out of his reverie and walked heavily toward the training deck.

Stepping onto the training deck, he saw Balsa Kuturi, the strategist of the 19th Army Corps, and Captain Alastor Roscha.

Zahariel looked at Luther, who was standing in front of Lord Nimrod, with a complicated expression, but did not step forward.

The Primarch noticed Zahariel's unusual behavior the moment he stepped onto the training deck.

He glanced at Zahariel out of the corner of his eye, capturing his emotions with a supernatural sense.

He seems to be carrying a heavy burden on his mind!

Nimrod looked thoughtfully at Luther. "My 'Lawyer,' now using his 'Extraordinary Eloquence,' is persuading his followers?"

This will save me a lot of trouble.

Nimrod had no doubt about Luther's abilities.

He knew what Zahariel valued most and knew how to persuade him.

His ability to win people's hearts, his leadership, his management skills, and his business development capabilities.

Below the Primarch, no one can match him.

"Zahariel, Balthasar."

Nimrod spoke in a deep voice, his words breaking Zahariel's reverie.

"I should teach you and develop your Psionic Energy."

Despite believing in Luther, he wouldn't just sit back and wait to win; he had also promised Balthasar that he would mentor him.

Most importantly, he was also very curious about Zahariel's special Psionic Energy.

"I need to understand your abilities before I can begin to teach you."

Zahariel.

Zahariel drew the Lion-Blade, forged for him by Lion, from his waist. Holding the sword, his eyes gradually hardened.

Nimrod drew his Sword of Vaul and appeared before Zahariel in a flash.

Before Zahariel could react, the blue and white blade was already pressed against his throat.

Awaken your Psionic Energy power!

Zahariel looked at the Primarch standing there, but he didn't even see the Primarch's attack and retreat.

He knew he had to use the rare psychic ability he possessed—the "Fear Vision"—which the Israelite brothers, the think tank, had mentioned, to catch the Primarch's movements and keep up with them.

But he didn't know how to actively activate his own abilities, and neither did Israfael.

Perhaps the Emperor knew, but after testing him, he didn't tell him.

Zahariel's memory of that event was hazy. As Librarian, he knew that the Emperor had used his powerful Psionic Energy to erase the testing process.

All he remembers is the dazzling golden light and the needle-like Affliction.

How can I actively use "Terror Vision"?

"You can keep up with me!"

The Primarch's Primarch figure vanished, Zahariel blindly swung his Lion-Blade in the direction where Nimrod had just stood.

As expected, his sword missed its mark.

The Primarch appeared beside him, a blue and white sword held against his throat.

Zahariel decided to get moving, performing skillful turns and agile rolls on the training deck.

No matter what he did, the sword's edge appeared at his throat time and time again.

After losing sight of Lord Nimrod countless times, Zahariel angrily swung his Lion-Blade, aiming at the spot where the Primarch had just Flash Step.

The Lion-Blade sliced through the deck effortlessly, leaving a fist-deep gash.

Zahariel angrily drew his Lion-Blade, countless images Flash Step through his mind.

Lion's merciless gaze, the chilling order of Exile, the days and nights spent trapped in Caliban, the helplessness of countless times with a sword pressed against his throat...

In Zahariel's view, everything suddenly slowed down.

He saw the Primarch's approaching form for the first time, and then he vanished from the spot.

The Primarch's eyes flashed, and he instantly activated his "Warp Vision."

He saw Zahariel vanish into thin air, his body phase shifting, and entering the Warp.

He saw him leap into the real world, wielding the Lion-Blade, and slashing at him at a speed exceeding the limits of Astartes.

The Primarch held the Sword of Vaul horizontally to block the incoming Lion-Blade.

"Good!"

Zahariel, whose presence oscillated between Warp and reality, frequently Flash Step around Nimrod, launching attacks.

The Primarch's "Warp Vision" captured the trajectory of Zahariel's every move.

Zahariel's hundreds and thousands of attacks ended in an instant, each one blocked by the Primarch.

A moment later, Zahariel's movements suddenly slowed down, and his "Terror Vision" ended.

Nimrod stared at Zahariel, "I can teach you how to unlock the 'Terror Vision'."