"Are you really okay?"

[You can see for yourself.] 】

Ahriman squinted, pursed his chin, and circled around Morgan.

He first carefully examined Morgan's limbs and bones with his eyes, and then carefully stretched out the tentacles woven by psionic energy, tirelessly touching Morgan's sea of souls, testing over and over again.

Eventually, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's fine."

"You're in luck."

The son of Magnus finally came to such a conclusion.

[It's also possible that you're too nervous.] 】

Morgan smiled vaguely, she really felt that Ahriman was too nervous, the most illustrious son of Magnus had come to her from the edge of the galaxy almost non-stop, and he even had a cold distancing from Luthor, making the latter a little embarrassed.

"Nervous?"

Commander Chiko let out a sharp and strange laugh, and he glanced around rather cautiously before silently sending a mockery through his psionic energy.

"These are the Dark Angels, I have fought alongside them a hundred years ago, when they were still on the Holy Terra, and they were still called the First Legion or the Serap Celestial Army, I know best what they are like."

"These guys are the most ruthless eagle dogs, and the most cunning big cats, a bunch of unprofitable bastards, and if they need your cooperation to do something, it will definitely not be a good thing, because they all have the loneliest quirks, and they will not divulge their situation to any friendly army, even if they are all over the body."

"So when they take the initiative to look for foreign help, it can only show that the situation is really bad, so bad that as long as they get involved, it will be a broken end or even ashes."

"After all, who called this group of arrogant bastards really so capable of fighting, the things they can't solve must be the most troublesome, no one can do it, your luck is really good this time, and you're back with all your tails."

"But don't expect to be able to recall these things in the future, brainwashing is a must, especially since the First Legion has used a lot of treasures in this battle, wait, it won't be long before those think tanks of the First Legion will come in droves, and they call these [a little necessary little step]."

Ahriman was telling, but Morgan was clearly more interested in something else in his words.

The two psykers stood in front of the massive porthole, watching the dark starry sky glow with a faint blue glow, as Mandeville Point activated, transporting the first ships to leave the system.

Luthor was on it, and he had to board the first ship to leave here and return as fast as he could to the office of the fortress of Gyemara, where the Lion King had given him the position and mission.

But that didn't stop Morgan from conversing with him for the time before, and she not only got Luthor's contact information himself, but also memorized a few words of Caliban's native language.

[I didn't know that you were a veteran who had served since the War of Terra Unification. 】

Morgan's eyes flashed with color, and Ahriman saw the element of envy, which made him proud.

"It was just a recruit, it wasn't a big deal."

Aliman smirked, waving his hand, but there was a hint of arrogance on his face mixed with memories.

"In fact, when the 15th Army Corps was established, the Unification War had already ended, and we only participated in a few battles sporadically, as the deputies of other corps, and the main journey of the corps was the Great Expedition."

[Have you worked with many legions?] It was a fun experience. 】

"Why do you think that?"

For scholars, there is nothing more beautiful in the world than exploring the unknown, and each Astarte Legion is a completely different field, and there is no difference between fighting alongside them and exploring an unknown ocean. 】

"That's right."

Aliman touched his chin, Morgan's few words brought back memories of those days on Divine Terra, and he did feel a sense of enjoyment when he remembered those days on Divine Terra.

"But ......"

Ahriman changed his mind.

"Some legions...... Or for the most part, it's better not to think about it. ”

[What do you mean by that?] 】

In friendship and habit, when Morgan tilted his head and asked a question, Aliman answered without hesitation.

"The Sixth Legion and the Eighth Legion are both clichés, so let's not talk about it, the Ninth Legion used to be its own faction, and we are not very familiar with it; The Third Army was dying and almost wiped out its formation; The Sixteenth Legion is not bad, and Horus is indeed a very capable figure......"

Ahriman chattered for a while, and then, as if remembering something, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"But when it comes to these legions, in fact, I personally care most about the Eleventh Legion."

[The purest of the primordial body and his offspring? 】

"Purity?"

"For mortals who don't have psionic powers, maybe that's true, but for psionics like us, he's a billion points in danger, and even the Navigator family doesn't want to station a representative in his fleet, and they don't know how they navigate in subspace."

"After all, that one is a [Sorcery Killer], and he's killed more psionics than we've ever seen."

Ahriman snorted, as if he wanted to express his disdain, but his restless fingers revealed the truth inside.

"Actually, when we were in Holy Terra, we had a pretty good relationship with the Eleventh Legion, we both belonged to the kind of legion that had no characteristics, and we fought side by side a few times, but after the Great Expedition, we awakened the spiritual energy, and the Eleventh Legion found their original body."

"And then we went our separate ways."

There was a resentment in Ahriman's voice, and Morgan simply watched in silence as the last battleship disappeared into the light of Mandeville's spot.

They were silent for a while.

[So, what does the purest primordial body look like? 】

"The blind worship of mortals."

Ahriman scoffed.

"He is said to be handsome, with a convincing voice and temperament, only slightly inferior to St. Giles, but he is a true untouchable, and the untouchable is known to make all people, psychic or not."

"Weird, isn't it?"

"Maybe this is the primordial."

There was a hint of envy in Ahriman's voice.

"He landed in a technologically advanced world dotted with huge nests and automated factories, lit up by neon lights and electronic screens at night, and in fact, the nucleus of a small interstellar empire populated by humans."

But its rulers are ...... Abnormity. ”

"More precisely, there are many different kinds of alien witchcraft overlords who have spiritual powers, an unusually loose alliance of overlords, who rule over the nests and factories above that world, some of which exist as the simplest and divided overlords, and some of which form huge profit-making enterprises, monopolize the output of certain products or energy, and their sphere of influence can even include several nest capitals, provoking a huge war."

"There are not many of these aliens, but with their powerful sorcery, advanced technology, and tacit understanding with each other, they have enslaved billions of humans to become their slaves for generations, in order to consolidate their rule, provoke wars, and even build mining stations and strongholds in other worlds."

"In this way, the world has been held together for hundreds of years in a near-stable situation: aliens with absolute wealth and power live at the highest peaks, humans who have succumbed to aliens have joined armies or corporations, and below them are worthless ordinary people, living on the worst of food and extremely cheap entertainment."

"Until the purest of the primordials comes."

"It is said that it did not land in the nest capital, but was picked up by a wandering human clan in the desert."

"Little does anyone know what happened after that, except that about ten years later, the most high-ranking alien overlords suddenly began to die one after another, and they kept mentioning a [stealth] opponent, it is said that all psionic perceptions have no effect on him, he is like a natural [witchcraft killer], and any psionic person is like a blind man in front of him."

"This went on for about five to six Terra standard months, until one day, the tallest building in the Central Hive was blown up, and the Eleventh Primordial began a live broadcast to the world, publicly executing the witchcraft overlords who wielded the largest mega-corporations."

"On that day, the war began."

"When the Emperor's fleet arrives a few years later, the entire world is completely in the hands of humans, all the aliens have been crushed by them, and their CEO is the genetic father of the Eleventh Legion."

"It is said that ...... It is true that the Eleventh Primordial had some minor contradictions with the Emperor, that his home planet had lost too much in the war, and that he seemed to have adopted some ...... in order to restore productivity as soon as possible Something the emperor wouldn't be too happy to see......"

"Anyway, he joined the Great Expedition, and the Eleventh Legion soon rose to become a great army to rival the Dark Angels and the Shadowmoon Wolves, and some of their skills in advanced fields were enough to make the Iron Hand feel envious and jealous, and their other specialty: they may not be friendly to characters like you and me."

[Strong enough to carry a front against the Randan Empire on his own? 】

[Even if they are dark angels, they are indeed fighting alongside other legions. 】

"The purest of primordials doesn't seem to be very accustomed to fighting alongside other legions, and he even ......"

Ahriman's voice became a little muffled.

"He trusts even those mortals more...... Oh, I'm not talking about you, Morgan, I mean, he seems to trust the wisdom and strength of mortals in his mouth. ”

It is said that the emperor acquiesced in his excesses because of this...... What a ridiculous statement......"

At this point, Ahriman's voice gradually subsided, and he realized that this was not something to talk about, and he sensed that on the other side of the hallway, some individuals who also exuded psionic energy were approaching them.

"Here they are."

Curious and amused, Ahriman straightened his back and was the first to meet him.

"Follow me, don't be afraid, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Morgan just smiled and followed, but as Ahriman walked away, she tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over the dark corner of the hallway.

——————

Nemir felt his heart skip a beat.

He subconsciously took a deep breath, then stared more closely at the screen: the mortal named Morgan didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, and she quietly followed the back of the group to perform the memory erasure.

What was the matter with the cold breath I just felt?

Nemir thought for a moment, classifying this as a subconscious leak by a psyker.

He continued to stare at the surveillance until Morgan and Ariman disappeared completely, and then he began to examine the ancient relics in front of him, and after a lot of effort, Nemir was sure that the surveillance device in front of him, which could shield the senses of most psykers, was still functioning normally, and Morgan had no chance of discovering it.

Unless she's a primordial.

Nemir was amused by his own thoughts.

Then, he took out the clipboard and wrote Morgan's name: this is his new mission, to find a [powerful] and [convenient] opponent for the [Lion]'s anti-psionic training.

Originally, there would have been a few more tests, but that glimpse convinced Nemir that the silver-haired psionic was definitely up to the mark in terms of [Strength].

As for the rest......

Leave it to his genetic father to decide.

——————

Ahriman touched his head.

He had some headaches.

The Qianzi leaned against the wall of the corridor, lazily watching the unchanging shadows outside the window, trying to adjust and adjust to the aftermath in his mind.

Memory removal is a wonderful method, and the effect on psionics is even higher.

Ahriman remembers very well: he had undergone a memory removal operation, but when he thought about what he had done it for, he felt a sense of emptiness, as if a sinkhole had been dug out of his mind.

Then, he looked at the stars of Sabis, he was pretty sure that he had just fought here, but the specific scenes of those battles ...... He couldn't remember it again.

Very good, it looks like the surgery was a success.

At least in the future, there will be no trouble.

Ahriman rubbed his head, amused in his misery, and then, seeing Morgan push his way aside, his hair a little disheveled over his shoulders, and his steps a little vain, he took two steps very reluctantly, and leaned against the wall beside him.

"How does it feel?"

Ahriman asked nonchalantly.

[Okay...... They're very cooperative. 】

“…… What? ”

[No, nothing.] 】

(End of chapter)