When Caleb observed the gameboard again, he discovered that a certain cat had been dumbfounded in a certain tavern for a long time!
Of course, Lion hadn't been doing nothing; during this time, she had returned to her old ways as a knight-errant.
Traveling and upholding justice along the way, she really had saved quite a few ordinary people.
However, the Drukhari mission was almost complete.
The food issue, however, hadn't been solved at all.
At this moment, Lion sat decadently in the bar, playing Jenga with wine glasses.
Caleb could only shake his head helplessly.
In fact, he was currently trying to think of a way to solve the subsequent management problems.
Unless there were some chess pieces with exceptional farming capabilities, it was highly likely that this problem couldn't be solved.
Looking at the dazzling array of various figures, Caleb didn't know where to start for a moment.
There were a ton of combat-oriented chess pieces here, if it really came to it, he could even drop a Godzilla down there and spray them all to death in one go, which wouldn't be a problem.
However, the problem was, trying to find a way to make this planet pay taxes was just too difficult.
Not to mention the issue of the tax fleet arriving too early, just the harassment from the Drukhari had already caused this planet to lose its ability to pay taxes.
Apparently, Caleb had underestimated the difficulty of this mission, it looked like this real-time strategy game required not only the ability to arrange troops but also the ability to farm!
"Although this is just a very, very small task, isn't the difficulty of this mission a bit too high?"
Caleb couldn't help but complain; he couldn't think of a solution, and indeed, there was no way to solve it right now.
Let's just let Lion deal with the sprouts issue first; who knows, maybe those sprouts might have a way to process food!
[Caleb: Perhaps you can take it one step at a time, deal with the enemies first, and then we'll see.]
[Lion El''Jonson: Oh~]
Little Lion was a bit listless, and had even started hiccuping from alcohol right in front of him!
This was a bit infuriating, Lion; she had previously advised those brats not to drink and neglect their duties, but in the end, she started chugging it herself!
Fortunately, Lion had managed to do some proper work during this time.
Now, the Dark Eldar pirate group was almost being forced into hiding by her.
For a time, a heroic legend circulated on this planet, which had been named Francis.
Legend had it that when you were targeted by Dark Eldar bandits, the Emperor's angel might descend to your side!
At that time, the woman wearing Gothic plate armor would deal with those damn bandits for you, and she wouldn't say anything, nor would she collect any reward from you.
Looking at the gameboard, following the previous plan, Lion would first eliminate those Dark Eldar strongholds on the planet.
Then, she would slowly plan for the subsequent farming strategy.
With Lion's current abilities, strictly speaking, there was no major error in this approach.
However, these Dark Eldar Webways were inherently very hidden; often, if the Dark Eldar didn't open the Webway gate, the human side had no idea where these sprouts would pop out from!
Even if you found the entrance and destroyed it, as long as a Dark Eldar priest made adjustments, they could open a Webway in that same place again.
The Salamanders' home world, Nocturne, had been harassed by Dark Eldar until now.
As long as Dark Eldar popped up on your planet for no reason, then don't even think about it; you might as well prepare to spend the rest of your life dealing with the sprouts.
"Phew!" Lion, who had gone out to uphold justice once again, shook her head helplessly.
Although it looked like she had enjoyed hacking the Dark Eldar just now.
But in reality, she had been calculating the issue regarding another mission indicator in her mind.
[Mission completion progress: 31.5%, 68.5% remaining. The planet's crime rate exceeds 90%, all tax collection policies cannot be executed, please be aware.]
[Dark Eldar pirate suppression rate exceeds 90%, remaining enemy units are inside the Planetary Governor's mansion!]
"What should I do? What should I do?"
"I can slowly kill these Dark Eldar one by one, but what should I do about the other one?"
Sitting at the bar table, Lion shook her head helplessly.
The Bartender brought over another bottle of wine; this was a brand-new rum, very rare here.
Perhaps because the atmosphere was a bit stuffy, Lion actually took off her shoulder armor.
Continuous fighting had already covered her armor in sweat.
She took off her combat boots and took out those little feet that were almost pickled in the smell.
"Yo, Miss!"
"I wonder if you are troubled by a new job? We have a new job here recently that is very suitable for someone like you. I wonder if you are interested?"
Lion was still dealing with her boots, and the bartender beside her had already started talking to her.
The bartender in front of her was a seemingly young human with a bit of psychic ability, but not much.
"Not interested!"
"I still prefer to go deal with those Dark Eldar outside and uphold justice!"
"The Planetary Governor doesn't do his job, so sometimes we have to make an effort ourselves!"
Having said that, even the Bartender in front of her nodded.
However, the mission he cared about was not this one, because he had an even more important mission.
"Miss, it seems your armor is already dirty. How about entrusting it to us to wash it?"
"You are our top client, so necessary service is expected!"
Lion didn't think much of it and let these people handle it.
In the past, there were always loyalists of the Dark Angels to take care of things for her, but now, it was really a bit troublesome.
Whether it was the jade feet or the armpits, in short, after wearing the battle armor for a long time, it was uncomfortable no matter how one moved.
Usually, when the fighting was intense, she could endure it, but once the body relaxed, these small details became unbearable.
Recalling those large farms that had been saved, a rare smile appeared on Lion's face.
To be honest, she still quite liked being flattered, especially by the crowd of children in the farms and the way they looked at her with admiration.
"Ha!"
"The way those good children called me 'big sister' sounded really nice!"
"Although I've become a woman, it seems my current image is even more popular!"
Lion squinted her eyes, shook her head, and muttered to herself.
However, this remark caused a certain golden big guy to mutter.
The Emperor: "What's this? Isn't she quite happy being a woman?"
"Still thinking about making me change back? I think this guy might as well just be the brothers' big sister!"
At first, she would definitely be very conflicted about this inexplicable thought, but now she could shamelessly say it out of her mouth.
Sure enough, Lion had embarked on the path of not being an onii-chan.
Her heart had already begun to gradually accept this setting, and internally, she was gradually falling, accepting the fact that she was a woman!
"Lion, oh Lion, how can you be so depraved!"
"If the other brothers knew about this, the face of the First Legion would be completely lost!"
Patting her cheeks, Lion felt ashamed of her thoughts!
It must be these damn Dark Eldar that influenced her thoughts.
She had to kill another batch fiercely to save the common people!
Watching the figure of Little Lion fighting on the gameboard, Caleb couldn't help but laugh.
Especially seeing Lion's state of being at ease after accepting this, Caleb had an indescribable feeling.
[Lion El''Jonson: Dad!]
[I have too few people on hand; why don't you send me some of my cubs!]
[Let them do some reconnaissance here to find the nests of these Dark Eldar, so we can complete the mission faster!]
[Also, I've investigated, and this Planetary Governor is just a good-for-nothing.]
[Even without the Dark Eldar, this place is a mess.]
[There are gunshots from gang fights outside; it's so annoying!]
Caleb glanced at the chess pieces he had on hand.
Since the Terminators veterans were wiped out before, now he might only be able to use 30k chess pieces as replacements.
Caleb had quite a lot of Dark Angels chess pieces, and they were quite mixed.
Actually, the most numerous ones were not the loyalists of the Dark Angels, but those loyalists whom Lion had beaten into Fallen Angels.
Yeah, that's right, actually, most of the Fallen Angels were still loyalists.
It's just that back then, Lion acted too fast and started hunting down the Fallen Angels indiscriminately.
At that time, he had no idea what methods Luther had used to make half of his cubs betray him.
At that time, he only knew that Luther had led a wave of Fallen Angels to attack him, and then he didn't know anything else.
Caleb could only say that if Lion had half of Guilliman's rationality back then, things wouldn't have turned into such a joke.
But then again, if he really had half of Guilliman's rationality, he would have been Warmaster long ago!
To achieve the goal of "teaching a daughter," Caleb decided to let this Little Lion, who loved to "huff," grow up a bit.
So this time, he didn't choose those Dark Angels who were loyal to Lion.
Instead, he chose a group of veteran "Loyalist Faction" members known as Fallen Angels.
Among them, there was one who was a heavyweight among heavyweights: Zabriel, the founder of the Dreadwing.
This person was also one of the individuals who held quite a few secrets within the Dark Angels back then.
It could be said that if not for Luther's rebellion, this guy would probably still be staying in the Inner Circle.
However, it was a pity, this guy was deceived by Luther and then inexplicably dragged into the rebellion.
He could only watch helplessly as the recruits he trained were killed by the Primarch, and even now, he didn't even have a chance to make amends.
Of course, Caleb had another reason for choosing this guy, because although he was loyal to the Emperor, he didn't have much respect for the Primarch.
Clearly, this guy could train the temperament of the "huffing" Little Lion; otherwise, "huffing" at everything was just too pathetic.
At this moment, Caleb placed Zabriel and a group of Fallen Angels veterans next to the gameboard.
They were all members of the "Loyalist Faction" among the Fallen Angels, or at least, they were loyal to the Imperium.
[Caleb: No problem, no problem, I've already dropped your brats down!]
[You must get along well; the leader is Zabriel, and this guy should be an old acquaintance of yours. Get along well!]
"Wait a minute!"
Lion suddenly bristled and sat up; that burst of mental stimulation just now almost made her hair stand on end!
At this moment, she was in the hotel room of the bar, completely unaware that some damn service had quietly swapped the clothes she was supposed to change into.
The gothic lolita dress outfit had been swapped for a bunny woman outfit.
If the Little Lion didn't want to go out naked, she had no choice but to wear this.
"Dad, no, it absolutely cannot be the Fallen Angels!"
"I would rather die than let the Fallen Angels see me like this; absolutely not!"
Lion couldn't continue his shower; he wanted to quickly pick up his dress, put it on, and leave immediately.
However, when he saw this strange set of clothes, he was stunned.
Why is there a bunny woman outfit? Wait, where are my clothes?
Realizing something was wrong, Lion knew he had been set up.
No wonder the boss was so enthusiastic and even offered freebies.
Damn it, this damn thing, he doesn't think I can dance pole dance, does he!
Making a Primarch dance pole dance, he really dares to think about it!
"Damn bastards, you're done for; I'll kill you all when I get out!"
"How dare you make me wear this kind of thing; you're dead!"
After Lion finished ranting, he had no choice but to put on the female clothing.
And this wasn't just ordinary female clothing; it was a bunny woman outfit that accentuated the figure!
"Awesome!"
To leave behind some memories, Caleb even took a photo with a camera.
The image was named "bunny woman Lion" and backed up to his own Inner Circle album.
At this moment, Caleb held Zabriel's chess piece and said: "You are Zabriel; what you need to do is protect your Primarch!"
"Of course, due to special reasons, your Primarch has now become a woman. This is the picture; take it and go find her!"
Caleb directly handed the picture of the bunny woman Lion to the Fallen Angels.
In this way, when Lion wanted to "huff," the Fallen Angels could take out the photo to prevent her from doing so.
At this moment, as long as Lion still had a brain, she wouldn't continue to "huff."
Of course, the possibility of continuing to "huff" later couldn't be ruled out; after all, given Lion El''Jonson's personality, it was really hard to say.
When a large number of black drop pods appeared in the sky, Lion's heart was almost shattered.
She stood up, intending to rush to the landing site immediately, but she was afraid of her appearance being seen by this group of Fallen Angels, so she fell into a dilemma!
At this moment, Lion really wanted to run, but couldn't, so, the "huffing" Lion had no choice but to target that damn Bartender and the boss first!
...
"Hmm, wait, how did I get here!"
Zabriel, who was originally in the gloomy forest of the Warp, looked around curiously.
He didn't know where that mysterious Warp had sent him again, only that on the surface, this appeared to be an Agri World.
"Captain!" At this moment, the veteran Astartes of the former Dreadwing looked at their Captain with surprise.
They seemed to have found their backbone and intended to fight alongside their former Captain.
Caleb had dropped the 30k-era Grand Company organization, so theoretically, this Grand Company could have an upper limit of thousands of people.
This group of veterans had not been affected by the idiotic ceremony of changing Legions into Chapters, so strictly speaking, the combat capability of these veterans was extremely, extremely heaven-defying.
At this moment, a Thunderhawk Gunship with their Legion's paint scheme also dropped from the sky; this Thunderhawk Gunship could just happen to carry their entire company.
It could be considered to have just solved their mobility problem.
[Caleb: Zabriel, rendezvous with your Primarch. I have already pointed out the direction for you; follow the markers I gave you to find your Primarch!]
At this moment, Zabriel suddenly heard the voice in his mind; that passage from Caleb was like some kind of mental intervention, implanted into his brain.
At first, he was a bit hesitant to believe this was the Emperor.
However, when he actually took out that photo and saw Lord Lion inside.
The corner of this Fallen Angel's mouth curled up~
"Awesome!"
"Captain, what are you looking at?"
"Wait, this picture gives me a very familiar feeling!"
"It feels like a resonance from the depths of the soul; could this be!"
The veteran Fallen Angel stared wide-eyed at Zabriel; if it were still the Great Crusade era, if Zabriel dared to pull out such a picture, he would definitely be "loyalty-purged."
However, it was a pity, they were all Fallen Angels!
Many of them had even been chased and promoted by their own Primarch; many veterans had believed the nonsense of Lion's adoptive father, Luther.
They believed that their own Primarch had betrayed the Imperium.
Consequently, they became the "Loyalist Faction" that continued to be loyal to the Imperium; they always swore allegiance to the Imperium, not to their own Primarch.
Now that this loyalty had truly received a response from the Emperor, they were so happy!
But, as the saying goes.
If he hadn't been a mute in front of his own children, the joke of the Fallen Angels wouldn't have happened.
Well, at this moment, Lion still chose to escape.
Caleb noticed.
This Lion guy had already hidden in a hive city, yet still wasn't willing to go meet the "Loyalist Faction" Fallen Angels.
At first, Caleb thought the "huffing" Lion still had a brain, until Lion chose to disguise himself as a bunny woman in the hotel; only then did Caleb understand Lion's thoughts.
To evade the tracking of his own brats, had the insidious and cunning Lion actually abandoned his dignity to this extent?
Even if it meant beating up the tavern owner and serving drinks in the bar, he still wasn't willing to acknowledge his own children; it was truly too bizarre!
"I am Artoria, Artoria, Artoria!"
"Hmm, I am not some Primarch; they would never think that the wise and mighty Primarch Lion would hide in a place like this!"
"As long as I hide here, no one can recognize me!"
"I am just a down-and-out noblewoman working here, hmm, that's it!"
At this moment, Lion was still self-hypnotizing righteously.
However, looking at Lion, who had changed into a dark green bunny woman outfit, Caleb, even while holding back his laughter, had already burst out laughing!
The laughter was so strange that even Tzeentch wasn't as bad as him.
Slaanesh would have to sigh in inferiority upon seeing it.
If in the Warhammer universe, you could make Lion become like this, then you would definitely be the most awesome Prince under Slaanesh.
Fulgrim? That clown only deserves to lick the feet in front of such an existence.
Well, have to admit.
Caleb's series of operations had indeed driven Lion a bit crazy.
This guy was so stressed out he had lost his brain; it was truly hopeless.