[I've thought about a few things. 】

[About me, my brother, and a little future between me and them.] 】

[I have considered things that are not encouraged, not praised, or even recognized. 】

[These things ......]

They call it sin. 】

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[I used to think about it very seriously. 】

My brothers. 】

[Those successful products that are proud of themselves.] 】

[Those weapons, those demigods, those vessels, those naughty children who never grew up. 】

[They carry and live up to their innate majestic strength, but they only leave empty and useless arrogant faces. 】

Whenever I look at them, I can't help but start thinking. 】

[Start the deduction.] 】

[Start figuring it out.] 】

[I fantasize about that day. 】

[The day the Milky Way began to burn.] 】

[It is destined to be a bad day for brothers to be clashed, flesh and blood to be clashed, and the whole world to be burned. 】

[I saw it.] 】

[I saw it appear and burn in the fragments of memory and the future.] 】

[I don't know the cause, the process, the result. 】

But I know it can't be avoided. 】

[Then ......]

[By that time......]

【……】

[At that time, will I have the strength and arrogance to let their souls fall into my hands? 】

【……】

[This may involve combat.] 】

[Hatred. 】

[Conspiracy. 】

[Killing.] 】

[And pain.] 】

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Morgan had considered very carefully and seriously what level of power he was in this ridiculous galaxy.

She's always thinking about it.

Because she knows it's crucial.

[All I can do is observe, record, then compare and deduce, and finally list all the data, and then consider luck and other factors.] 】

[But so far, this is only a sad deduction with almost no references, and I can only look for evidence from my two brothers and a group of inferior warriors.] 】

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[First of all, Magnus.] 】

Magnus ...... Oh, mighty Magnus. 】

He is the greatest sorcerer, a sage who has the ability to smelt his wisdom and experience into a sharp edge and throw himself into all battlefields, and he can use his mind only to win victories, perform miracles, or destroy legions. 】

He is powerful, but he is not worth fearing. 】

His mind can think of all the ways to win on the battlefield, but his heart cannot, even if his feet are covered with conquered lands and crowns, he will not be a true warrior. 】

[If I want to kill him, maybe it won't be so difficult or cumbersome, I can choose an angle and opportunity suitable for a sneak attack, so that his soul that already has a rift will be completely torn apart, which can be done, it takes a ruthless heart and a little luck. 】

[But once I miss, it will become a rather long fight, I am not confident that I will win in a head-on confrontation with Magnus, his grasp of psionic energy and physical quality are better than mine, the only thing I can do is to leave the battlefield calmly. 】

[At least, now, I can't defeat him.] 】

[But I know that it never takes a head-to-head duel to defeat Magnus.] 】

He has weaknesses. 】

[He can't make the right choice and give up in the face of the most painful choice, and he is not even willing to really make a choice. 】

[And outside of this weak core, his heart was wrapped in his own great strength and superior experience, which made him fall into unprecedented arrogance and arbitrariness, and he could not see the fatal hole. 】

[If you want to defeat him, maybe you don't need to fight at all, after all, swords and guns are no different from the clay sculptures in the hands of little dolls for a truly great psyker. 】

[If you want to defeat Magnus, all you need is a piece of order, a few provocations, and a gunshot. 】

[Or another choice.] 】

[That's enough, no more needs to be done.] 】

[As long as he sets a vicious trap that is not too complicated, Magnus will kill himself and even implicate more unfortunate people. 】

After all, he's just a cowardly fool. 】

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[The second, Perturabo.] 】

He is tougher, easier, and deadlier than Magnus. 】

[This is not a contradiction. 】

[I can defeat him in a confrontation, although his weapons are strong and sophisticated, but after all, there is a limit to range and quantity, and he himself lacks the ability to move quickly, if I open the distance from the beginning and use the world and the continent as a battlefield, I can constantly transfer myself and wander out of his attack range, before his steel body roars, I will knock him to the ground in the spiritual realm. 】

But it also requires luck and cunning, even more difficult than Magnus. 】

[Opportunity, it only takes one chance, one contact, one capture in the field of vision or even outside the field of vision, but if the power of Peturabo can reach me, it will be difficult for me to get a perfect victory. 】

[His Gauss cannon and hive missiles are powerful and dense enough to pose a real threat to me, and so are his hammers, although I am the product of the same will as him, but the gap is still obvious. 】

[All of this is based on the premise that his anger has consumed him, otherwise, the cold logic and ruthless conception of this Olympian is enough to bring out the maximum lethality of his brutal methods, and it will not be an easy process to engage him, and if he is allowed to prepare in advance for this battle, I can't think of a reason why he would not wrap himself up with an anti-psionic device.] 】

[In a sense, he is more difficult than Magnus, but it is also easier.] 】

[If there is an opportunity that suits me to attack first, I am confident that everything will be over before his consciousness fully reacts.] 】

[He has an almost innate resistance to psionic power, but it's not strong enough to compete with mine. 】

[Under my full attack, he will not have a second chance. 】

[But despite this, he is still more tricky than Magnus, at least he knows how to be a warrior who dares to fight to the death, even if it is the most reckless, the most violent, and the most vocal. 】

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[In addition, I have met some people, their strength is impressive, but compared to my two blood relatives, they are still ridiculously fragile. 】

[Ahriman, he's too sluggish, I admit his grasp of psionic art is comparable to Magnus, but by the time he's finished his delicate starters, I'll be able to carve a few carvings of the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle into his white skull.] 】

[Flix, as the trident of the Fourth Legion, he is qualified, but his strength and skill are not like a chasm gap with ordinary iron warriors, I always have to grasp my spiritual power, so as not to shock one or two such elites in a move. 】

[Zaharel? As a Caliban, he was not bad, as a psionic, he was also a gift, and his special psionic ability was indeed interesting, but his mind and heart were not yet able to bear the burden of the slaughterer, and it was possible that he would become one of the countless loopholes of the First Legion. 】

[As for the others, Phucis, Hathor, or the veterans of Terra, their bodies and armor are as fragile as freshly made cream cakes, and even pitiful...... A bunch of little pitiful. 】

[So...... As you can see. 】

[Too few, too few people I have seen. 】

[I lack a real comparison, the so-called strong people I have met are either characters who need to die together, but their shortcomings make them unable to become a qualified benchmark for combat power; Either that, or a swarm of cute ants crawling all over the ground, I need to be careful with my breathing. 】

[Luckily, I was born to be careful. 】

[So, the First Legion became an opportunity, an opportunity for me to grow savagely, but also to let me know where I had grown. 】

[What could be better as a mirror image than a group of stereotyped, black-hearted knights?] 】

As for the lion, he is indeed a problem. 】

[But like I said.] 】

"I was born to be careful. 】

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Morgan had never uttered such long words.

It was as if she had been suppressed for too long, casually letting the deadly words echo through the air, torturing her only listener.

Hector lowered his head and didn't say a word, at first, his body would shake slightly because of Morgan's words, but as Morgan's words became more and more presumptuous, in the end, his head was completely lowered and he didn't move.

Seeing all this, Morgan's heart was flooded with a trace of cold joy.

But she wasn't worried.

Because when Hector looked up again, he had forgotten something: he still remembered that the person in front of him was the mother of his genes, and he remembered the process of his encounter with her, but Morgan's overly dangerous words just now had completely disappeared from his memory.

As she herself said, she was born with a knack for treading carefully.

With a rare good mood, the silver-haired lady's gaze returned to the sky, and she saw the metal comets falling from the sky, galloping from the farthest canopy, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the sky directly above the Randan Fortress, and the originally closed hatches opened one after another in the sound of metal friction, and hundreds of black-robed angels of death came out of it.

It's time to eat.

She smiled, raised her hand, and with a whisper, the eerie sound of rustling began to rise and fall in the countless shadows.

When the dark angels' eyes looked at the fortress that was so dead that it was abnormally silent, they were shocked to find tens of thousands of bright red blood stains floating in the shadows.

And soon, they realized.

That's not blood.

It was the pupil that had been opened by countless aliens.

(End of chapter)