Frix didn't catch up in the end.

Ahriman regretted this, and deep down, he still recognized the city breaker, and although he came from the crude and crazy Iron Warrior Legion, Frix himself was a good fighter.

Magnus's son was accustomed to looking at his comrades in the other legions with arrogance, and he could, for they were nothing more than butchers of slaughter and destruction on the battlefield, whose glory could only last until the end of this long campaign.

But unlike the Thousand Sons, the sons of Magnus are engaged in a great cause that will benefit the entire human race: they strive to collect the classics and unique books in each world they pass through, cherish the infinite wisdom on them, and do everything in their power to find and sort out the remnants of the Golden Age.

In Prospero, the treasures of the most ordinary library alone are in the hundreds of millions, and the Thousand Sons believe that this is the most magnificent treasure in the galaxy, and no one can hurt these carriers of wisdom under their defense, but despite this, they will still be desperate for the new discoveries in the galaxy.

Therefore, when I saw the never-before-seen set of books handed over by Morgan, even if I was as arrogant as Ahriman, I couldn't help but feel real joy.

"This is new?"

[The ruler of one village was a brilliant traveler who possessed extraordinary powers in the history, geography, and ancient languages of the world, and was keen to compile his knowledge. 】

"You should invite him over, Morgan, the Stormbird could carry one more person."

[He had insisted on staying with his family and friends, a large family of hundreds, but I could be sure that he had arrived safely at the camp, where Hathor had taken over the defenses. 】

“…… The sorrow of mortals. ”

Ahriman shook his head, but he wasn't worried about the psychological damage that the map cannon would do to his companions, Morgan always liked to be silent, and she rarely took the initiative to stir up a topic.

Even though her reputation among the Legion and the auxiliaries was loud enough, there were still few Chiko who really knew this lady, and even the impression of Aliman on her was only a few regular things: taciturn, extraordinary psis, attractive appearance, and great ability to do things.

"You're coming back sooner than I thought, I thought you would need at least three more days, how is it going, are there any problems?"

[Generally well, but the inhabitants keep mentioning a sect called the Sons of Sitan, and even some of them are already staunch believers, ranging from individual to collective behavior of the entire village.] 】

"That's a cult...... Generally speaking, they believe in a guy called the Storm Lord, which is a dereliction of duty on the part of the local governor, and Li Xingxing has been subjugated for so many years, and he still hasn't been able to promote the truth of the empire. ”

Ahriman referred to the honorable Guardian in the most contemptuous tone, and he spoke to Morgan as he reported the situation to the Legion's master.

Behind them, the Iron Warriors had organized a group of 10,000 people to cleanse the wreckage of the massacre, frenzied cries and low sobs intertwined in mid-air, mirroring the glorious city of Carrena in the distance.

——————

Salimavis is a fortress to boast of.

Although he is quite unkind to the Lord of the Fourth Legion in his heart, Ahriman will not discredit the architectural art of the Genetic Prototype, as the King of Olympia, the Genetic Prototype of the Iron Warrior, Perturabo does have his own unique characteristics.

"It is said that his first act when he came here was to personally lead the soldiers to renovate the fort...... It only took one night. ”

Looking at the exaggerated [Temporary Command] in front of him, which was also a bit exaggerated by Astarte's standards, there was an inexplicable sour taste in Ahriman's voice.

[It looks like a permanent fortress.] 】

"In fact, it's semi-permanent, according to Fricks, the Fourth Army only needs a week plus the lives of seven hundred soldiers to completely occupy this place, and if there is enough fire cover, then these two numbers can be removed by half."

Ahriman continued to talk eloquently, almost pretentiously discussing the rules of the Astarte standard for forts and fortresses, and Morgan was one of the best listeners, quiet but not dead, always asking the right amount of interesting questions to keep the conversation going.

Where the commander of the Thousand Sons Company could not see, invisible waves of light flashed through Morgan's eyes, and he scribbled down every word that Ahriman spoke.

And when the topic gradually continued to the owner of this fortress, the atmosphere couldn't help but be suppressed.

"If, I mean, we're going to meet the Genoplasm of the Fourth Legion later, Morgan, I hope you'd better be quiet, as you've always done."

[I've heard of Peturabo's name, is that unsettling name?] 】

"No...... It's disgust. ”

"The Genotype is certainly a great man to obey, but our father Magnus rules us with his wisdom and kindness, and Perturabo is completely different, relying on more ruthlessness than steel."

"I have fought alongside the Iron Warriors, more than once, including in the most tragic battle of Intinicaon, they were their most tenacious comrades, resilient but inflexible, and I remember that they lost more than twenty-nine thousand warriors in that barren world, but that did not break them."

"And then? And then...... Then Perturabo returned, right in the world of Olympia, as the genetic father of the Fourth Legion...... What happened next? ”

He took out a tenth of the soldiers of his regiment, that is, 3,500 men, and demanded that they be beaten to death by his comrades, from the highest-ranking officers to the lowest-ranking soldiers...... I know some of the best Iron Warriors, who are crude and belligerent, but they don't deserve to die like that. ”

"Die in a nitpicky ...... In the hands of a madman. ”

The final sloquy was so low that even Astarte could barely hear it, and Ahriman's only listener seemed unconcerned, just gazing at the fortress in front of her and describing its appearance.

[But despite this, he still led the legion into this world, and perhaps has changed. 】

"Who knows, how can we figure out the mind of any of the genetic protos?"

Ahriman regained his head, and he stroked the back of the books, which made his mood begin to improve.

"Maybe he's become a saint among the stars."

[Or maybe it's just the basic obedience to the task.] 】

She always knew what she was thinking.

Ahriman laughed, he was glad that he had chosen to be friends with Morgan, and although he wasn't always able to look down on mortals, that didn't mean he didn't like to form friendships with the truly good.

"Come on, my lady."

"I'm taking you to meet my Father of Genes, one of the wisest sages in this galaxy, and you should have met him a long time ago."

【…… Oh, yes. 】

"I should have seen him a long time ago. 】

"It seems that you have also heard of Magnus's name for a long time?"

[Not to mention, it was for him that I joined the fleet of the Thousand Sons Legion. 】

Ahriman's laughter grew rough.

Why hadn't he discovered that Morgan still had the skills he touted?

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Even among the demigod-like heirs of emperors, Magnus is the tallest one, and his body is perhaps second only to Vulcan, the genetic protogen of the Eighteenth Legion.

Anyone who sees this genetic prototype will be instinctively amazed that such a majestic giant has never reigned for strength and might, but for its intricate psionic powers and intelligence.

True to its nickname, Magnus the Crimson was a red-skinned giant who wore no armor, but a red and white robe, the most obvious decoration of which was the emblem of the Legion of a Thousand Sons: a ring with tentacles reaching out in all directions, like a black-hearted sun.

But the main attraction was Magnus's eyes, the fifteenth legion's genetic protogen had only one pupil glowing purple, while the other was as empty as a black hole.

The Progenitor was not alone, and by his side stood his two heirs, who were also the Legion's senior advisors: Atawa and Fouss-Taka, two excellent Astartes who stood on the side of the Protogens like schoolchildren, the former smiling in friendship at Morgan, and the latter choosing to look away from her, not even bothering to look at her.

"Long admiration, Ms. Morgan, many of my children have proclaimed to me your power and wisdom."

Magnus's voice was a mixture of unmistakable confidence and arrogance, and he bent down slightly, expressing his courtesy for the best of mortals.

"Ahriman has told me everything that happened in the evacuation zone, and Hathor's debriefing has appeared on my databoard early in the morning, and luckily you have clearly lived up to your psionic talents, I have to admit, as a ...... Mortal, this is very rare. ”

There was a noticeable pause in the Genogen's tone as he spoke of the word "mortal", and he frowned slightly, feeling a sense of surprise.

This Morgan lady gave him a different feeling than other mortals, and some of her aura was more like herself and her brother.

However, this thought was quickly erased by the genetic protogen's own hands, and Magnus did not believe that he could not recognize his blood relatives, and besides, he should only have a brother, after all, his father had not said anything else.

Thinking of this, he straightened up again and smiled as the three heirs watched.

"Given your continued good performance, Morgan, the Legion's High Advisor is your well-deserved reward—but not now, as you can see, we have more urgent matters to keep busy, but I assure you that your title will be confirmed at a more solemn and grand time."

"But until then, you can indeed accept the responsibilities and rights of being a high-level advisor, all your actions and plans can be reported directly to me, and most importantly, you can be my follower and experience the infinite mysteries of the subspace with me."

"Believe me, when you see the endless uncharted sea with your own eyes, you will find that any honor in the mortal world will not be worth mentioning."

The voice of the Progenitor is full of alluring prospects, charms, and futures, both of which are immersed in the sound of Ahriman and the two advisors of the Protogen, who have apparently explored the unknown and mysterious void more than once.

But unfortunately, none of these really attracted the [mortal] in front of him.

[I have been forced to witness the waves of subspace, Lord Magnus, which, in my personal sense, is unusually dangerous to me. 】

This succeeded in making Magnus laugh.

"Maybe for you, yes."

Magnus patted her on the shoulder.

"But now, you don't need to worry, I'm a worthy master when it comes to subspace exploration, I've been deep into that place many times, observing and recording everything I've seen, and even communicating and communicating with its existence, believe me, most of the subspace is just some harmless turbulence, and those ancient creatures there also have some good intentions."

"Everything is under my control, and there is nothing that knowledge and wisdom cannot solve."

Magnus's conceited voice echoed in his ears, and the original genome, immersed in the memory, did not look at the mortal's face at all, and after a moment, the original body finally turned around and clapped its hands, as if he had just remembered what he was going to do.

"That's it, guys, we've had enough time to make small talk and meet each other."

"Now, let's get into this fortress and get back to work, my brother must be impatient to wait."