"Senior Advisor?"

"When did the Legion have this official position?"

"Father has just decided to set it up, and he thinks that every thousand sons should not waste more of their energy on daily affairs, and that we can leave those more trivial matters to mortals, although this will cause predictable inefficiencies and corruption, but it can be tolerated."

"And the high-ranking advisors, as the name suggests, will act as part of a think tank, and will be responsible for handling matters related to mortals, such as counting supplies, or serving as mid- and high-ranking officers guarding the spire."

(The Minaret Guard, the mortal auxiliaries of the Thousand Sons Legion, are known for being well-armed and well-trained.) ）

"Then we have more time to gather and organize knowledge and do something really great."

“…… That's a good idea. ”

Thinking of the ordeal of these days, Hathor Matt stroked his long golden hair, singing the praises of the wisdom of the Father of Genes in his heart, he really didn't want to have any more communication with those ignorant mortals.

The genius of the Bright Feather School of Swordsmanship was a man who was passionate about perfection, and he felt the warmth of home when he was on mission to the Third Legion, and developed the habit of using psionic energy to maintain his perfect appearance, and at the same time developed this habit was a deep hatred for the [imperfections] of mortals.

"Mortal affairs should be left to mortals, after all, only sparrows know the call of sparrows."

Hearing this, Atava, who was at the forefront, couldn't help but glance back, and the thought of refuting his fighting brother flashed in his heart, and it was extinguished.

Now is not that time.

With no one answering Hathor's proclamation, silence reigned over the Atava team again, and they soon made their way through the thick smoke and returned to the abandoned city of Zarugin: once the center of Lixing's technology and culture, with its magnificent libraries and theaters everywhere, the city was now dead silent, like the corpse of a gray beast, exuding a desperate silence.

Along with the silence came the fog, a thin fog in which Atawa always felt as if there was a void of laughter spreading, but when he concentrated on listening, he could hear nothing.

"Remember the original mission, guys."

Before splitting up, Atava emphasized his squad's mission one last time.

"We need to collect as much wisdom and books as possible that have been lost in this city, the world is about to come to an inevitable destruction, and we must do everything to save as much knowledge as possible before that, this is the will of our genetic fathers, and it is also the greatest mission."

"As before, spread out the search and report back to me every five minutes in order of number, I need everyone to be safe and connected during the operation."

"Now, let's get started."

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"It's ......"

When the fourth safety briefing was successfully completed, Atava involuntarily stopped, his eyes drawn to a monument on the left.

It was the tallest and oldest stone monument, densely engraved with all kinds of ambitions and future aspirations, but Atawa was not concerned with that, but with the lifelike beast carved into the very top of the stone.

Deer antlers, hump heads, rabbit eyes, snake necks, mirages, fish scales, eagle claws, tiger paws, bull ears, slender body, flying scales and claws.

"Dragon Nation ......"

Atavar muttered softly, this magnificent, sacred, and mighty beast was hard to mistake, and it had succeeded in evoking certain memories of the Thousand Sons: before he had followed in the footsteps of the Emperor into the stars, before he had reunited with his genetic protogen, Prospero, and even before the flesh mutation invaded the Legion of the Thousand Sons, he had performed a simple mission in Holy Terra, as the most ordinary warrior.

It was once known as the Land of Dragons, at the foot of the Terra Palace, one of the emperor's original supporters, and on top of it was the greatest and most glorious empire in human history, and left behind the richest monuments and legacy.

Attavar had been sent there to collect as a newly reformed warrior, but he remembered everything clearly, and he could still recall the rich heritage of the land and the traces he had seen as he explored the warehouses.

"Dragon ......"

He whispered the name and continued his quest, soon discovering a variety of coats of arms in other corners of the city, exactly the same ones he had seen in the Land of the Dragon.

There seemed to be laughter in the fog, but Chiko had learned to ignore these things.

Atawa was sighing when his communicator rang.

"Atava, it's me."

It was Hathor's voice.

"I've found something interesting here, Atava, a ship, an unusually old colonial ship that may be a legacy of the Golden Age, just like the Steadfast Light!"

Hathor's joy and excitement could be felt even through the communicator, and Atava could fully understand his comrade's gaffe: because he was too.

A lost ship of the Golden Age means endless possibilities: precious texts and works of art, unique copies depicting thousands of years of history and knowledge, and even more valuable things – such as STC.

It was only now that Atawa understood why Magnus insisted on coming to explore the ruins himself, even arguing with Perturabo - presumably his genetic father had already discovered the treasure, but had too late to dig it due to the urgency of the disaster.

"Its hatch is blocked, Atava, I must break it open by violent means......"

Hathor's eager voice came, and Atava couldn't care less.

"Stay there, Hathor! I'm going to gather everyone to you, and we need to explore it together. ”

Without waiting for Hathor's reply, Atava scurried up, leaving behind him only a string of communication voices calling his teammates.

He was in such a hurry and joy that he didn't even hear the muffled laughter in the fog.

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"What do you say? Phucis? ”

"It's Atawa, my lord, Atava hasn't been in touch for half an hour, which is far more than you've asked for in the communication gap."

"Doesn't sound good."

Magnus nodded, and he looked in all directions, only to see a mess.

"But we don't have time for them now, Phucis, things here are more troublesome than I thought."

Phosis nodded silently as he looked at his genetic father, at the constant smoke emanating from Magnus's body, and at the wounds caused by the cannonballs and energy streams.

At first, they all thought it was an ordinary mission, Magnus led his children to the inland city, and he ordered his children to disperse to help the Iron Warriors who were trying to maintain order, while he himself went to find Varga, the governor of Le Star.

The Governor had the final command to open and close any location and any machine on the Dawn Star, and Peturabo's vast and complicated evacuation plan was indispensable for his help and cooperation.

At first, everything went well, with tens of thousands of people gradually reunited and evacuated with the cooperation of the Thousand Sons and the Iron Warriors, and Magnus found the unconscious Governor of Dawn in a badly damaged Rhino command vehicle.

But at this moment, the [Red Dragon] appeared.

[Red Dragon] is not a beast, but Li Xingxing's planet garrison, commonly known as PDF, thanks to Li Xingxing's wealth and development, this legion with a low status in the imperial military system has an extremely large air force and mechanized troops.

The Red Dragon, which appeared in Magnus's vision, was a sizable armored legion, and the Genogen could recognize weapons of war, including the Sword of Destruction, the Executor, the Chimera, and the Rhinoceros, but just when he was confused as to why this army had only appeared now.

The Red Dragon fired.

The betrayer's attack was swift and ferocious, and thanks to the advantage of undeclared battle, a laser shot hit the unsuspecting Magnus with precision, leaving several scars on the body of the genotype.

But it all ends there.

Magnus raised a hand, and the invisible energy shield easily enveloped the entire city, and the betrayed Red Dragon Legion unleashed its firepower almost frantically, leaving only a splash on the shield.

Instead of giving his enemies more chance and mercy, his power shook the sky and mountains, and in an instant, the mountains cracked, boulders fell, and the most threatening armored legions were either crushed to death by the sudden natural disaster or crushed to ashes by the angry Genoplasms.

Chiko and the Iron Warriors rushed out in an orderly manner, eliminating the last of the resisters, and even capturing a few undetermined prisoners of war for torture.

After a few minutes of fighting, the genogen first alerted his brother in Karena City, and then, just as Magnus was trying to treat the unconscious Governor of Lithua, he received the news that Atava's team had lost contact.

The news only silenced the genogen for a second, and the search for his heir was in his inner memo, but until then, he had something to do.

"The result?"

After making sure that the vital governor was not in danger of his life, Magnus set his sights on the Iron Warriors who were walking towards him.

"I've already asked about it, my lord."

The Iron Warrior salutes the genetically powerful genotype.

"All the prisoners of war admitted that they fought for the [Sons of Sitan], but none of them could explain why they had betrayed the Empire, and according to most of them, they were controlled by a voice in their heads, and they involuntarily went into action."

"Then did they say where the other Red Dragon troops went?"

"They don't know, my lord."

"Then bring them here, and I'll interrogate them myself."

"Hmm...... My lord, they have died suddenly for unknown reasons, and the preliminary analysis of the military doctor may be some kind of time bomb on the mental level. ”

“…… All right. ”

Magnus rubbed the corners of his brow in some pain, there were no people around him who were dedicated to mind control now, the Celestial Owl School had always been good at this, but to be on the safe side, he left them all in Carrena.

He began to miss them, even Morgan, who was also a master of mind control.

"Phoxys."

Magnus turned to his heir.

"Are the results of the investigation in?"

"It has been determined, my lord, that the Red Dragon forces that attacked us are from at least thirty-three different warbands, and we have found all the signs to determine this."

"Very good...... How many warbands are there in the Red Dragon Legion? ”

"Uh...... Thirty-three. ”

"That is, all of them have defected?"

Phucis saw his father begin to think, and soon Magnus's expression became gloomy.

"The counterinsurgents who attacked us were only fifty thousand at most, and the Red Dragon Legion ...... I remember it was at the level of millions? ”

"Yes, sir."

The genogen glanced at the city that had been evacuated, and his voice sounded like he was talking to himself, as if he was asking Forcis.

"This is already the only big city left in Li Xing except for Carrena, and the rebels have so few troops to invest here......"

"Where are they going, you say?"

Fusses was not an idiot, he figured it out at once when faced with this question, which was not difficult at all, and then, his face became extremely wonderful.

The genoplasm took a deep breath.

"Phocis, regroup your troops."

"Let's go back to Carrena."

"Quick...... Fast! Fast! Fast! ”