"In the past four years."

"No matter how dangerous it is."

"No matter how tense the situation is."

"On the side of the Indomitable Truth, there is always a gun aimed at Miss Morgan."

"It's ready to launch at any moment."

"Whatever exists around her."

"As soon as the order arrives, the muzzle of the gun will sound."

"This is an order from our genetic father."

"All this time, this order has never been canceled."

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Coswayne stood in low-Earth orbit 400 kilometers from the surface of Sisyphus III, quietly witnessing the equally quiet world of death in front of him.

He could see the emerald green and pale colors hugging, distorting, influencing and changing each other on the stage of the world, the former is the lush forest of the dead world full of life but eating people without spitting out bones, shaping the great kingdom with hundreds of millions of vegetation, and the latter is the clouds formed between the wind and the haze, silently witnessing the cycle of life and death on the surface.

He watched, he waited, he was anxious.

And on the side of the lion king's henchman, it is the busiest scene.

Five Stormbird fighters were parked there, their pilots always in their places, waiting for the order to go and fight, and beside these sky-flying engines of destruction walked the technical sergeants of the First Legion, who placed as many anti-psionic devices as they could on these giant iron birds, most of which they couldn't even name.

And in the shadow of the wings of these steel eagles, Coswayne could see the distant objects: the rows of gun muzzles of the Indomitable Truth, marking the full firepower output of an entire side of the port, the thousands of crew and minions standing at their posts, the Void Fury enough to destroy a permanent fortress in an instant.

With a single command, Coswayne would deliver a devastating blow to any corner of this dead world in the next second.

Of course, for the First Legion, these conventional weapons were just an extra addition that was better than nothing, and the real power was showing its own hideousness at the end of Coswayne's vision.

The lion king's henchman narrowed his eyes, and he looked into the distance, at the most powerful force he could drive at the moment: the dim figure, the rounded and smooth arc, the volume and appearance that symbolized the cry of the gods......

It was a torpedo.

Coswayne stared at it, maybe for a minute.

Then, with a long sigh.

If he could, he wanted everything in his vision to be a pointless preparation, but the power to make this decision was certainly not in his hands.

The Dark Angel put all his energy into his ears, where Johnson's voice and commands would ring at any moment.

Those few words will determine everything that follows.

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"I still don't understand, Couss."

At this moment, a voice with confusion and complaint came from the side of the Lion King's henchman, and he raised his eyelids and looked at his colleague who spoke up: Asmodeus, probably the best think tank of the entire First Legion.

But in front of the Mortal Psionic Advisor beside their Genetic Father, all the Think Tanks of the First Legion were as dim as the stars under the moon, though they did not feel resentment because of this: resentment was not the undertone of the Dark Angels, and Morgan's power was enough to make these psionics feel instinctively feared and revered.

Even Coswayne himself was in awe of the mortal beside his Father of Genes, for he had seen her power firsthand: a long chant, no bloody sacrifice, and no mental exhaustion, her power was enough to leapfrog the light of the stars and tear a shocking wound through the fleets of Randan, turning the tide of war to the bitter end.

And when they put their feet on the ground, fighting against Randan's army in the dust and storm, the silver-haired lady's power was even more impressive: whether it was a permanent fortress that had been unimpregnable for a long time being thrown alive into the air, or a fully armed nest that had been reduced to foul-smelling ashes in a long whisper, it was enough to make even the most knowledgeable Terra veteran shake his head and sigh at the magic of psionic power.

Not to mention, with this great power of infinite possibility, that meticulous lady saved the lives of countless Dark Angels in the constant rush and casting spells, and in the years of fighting, maybe three thousand Dark Angels survived because of her rescue, or maybe more, many Terra veterans survived the bloody storm, invisibly adding to the strength of the First Legion.

Because of this, when the Lion King's order reached Coswayne's mind, he sighed in his heart, although he kept fulfilling it.

Unlike Asmodeus, who was a little dazed, the Lion King's henchmen certainly knew the Lion King's mind.

"What don't you understand, Asmodeus, you don't understand why we're doing this?"

"If it's classified, Couss, then I won't ask again."

Looking at the Terra veteran standing in front of him, Coswayne stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder as if he were his own real brother.

"It's not classified, Asmodeus, I can tell you."

"It's fundamentally not that complicated."

"The things I'm seeing now, whether it's the psyker-specific weapons in my hands, or the storm birds and cannon muzzles, or even the whirlwind torpedo that is ready to be fired, is not the hasty idea of our genetic father for a short time."

"My father had been thinking about these things in his head, and it started from the moment he saw Ms. Morgan wield."

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"At the very beginning, after his first training session with Morgan, nothing was enough, and our Father of Genes was confident that his sword and bullets would be enough to stand up to this cunning and thoughtful psionic lady."

"But as the days go by, and as Morgan becomes more observant and learned, [the Lion] is no longer fully confident in the power of steel, and you should remember that since a few years ago, sometime, our father would carry a stasis grenade with him, which was an escalation of vigilance."

"Then, there is the Battle of Wollaston, you and I have seen with our own eyes, after a period of preparation, what a force our Morgan Lady will burst out, that is enough to threaten the genetic protogen, so a railing bomb will become the hole card, we will use a special bomb, except for our Father of Genes, protected by a special Void Shield, the fire of this cannonball will destroy everything on a continent."

"Of course, the safety of this method was shaken by the Battle of Billyvan, and until now, we don't know how this mortal became so fast and obvious, but she is getting stronger, powerful enough to produce planetary disasters, and even an orbital bombardment is not enough to actually kill her."

"At this point, we have no choice but to torpedo and the equivalent means of destruction."

Coswayne turned, and he slowly walked to the porthole, staring at the world of death beneath his feet, his deep voice swirling between the two men.

"So, we arranged it all."

"The fleet, the destruction, and five hundred warriors equipped with the best specially armed warriors, each of whom could easily kill Magnus's proudest warriors, and these five hundred men together are just another thin to prevent trouble."

"After all, we all know how terrible the lady who has been fighting with us for years is."

"The power that is enough to destroy the Randan Legion, if it turns around one day, it will naturally be able to threaten the human legion."

"It is enough to save the will of countless warriors, and if you are willing to manipulate and drive, you will naturally be able to master the entire barbaric world."

"That's why our father will be the only warrior in this battle, the vanguard and the marshal, and if he thinks that his forces can't control the development of the situation, then we will activate everything before us."

"First the bombing, then the five hundred fighters were airdropped for the final decapitation."

"If they fail, then they will also use their lives to buy time for the Storm Bird to pick up [the Lion], and then the Torpedo will put an end to this."

"It's all going to end."

"Or be fine."

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Coswayne's voice fell to the ground like a rolling stone, making a sound that would not have been possible.

He could hear a rapid breathing, and the think tank behind him was stunned by the content of the words.

"Why...... To do this? ”

The eyes of the lion king's henchmen were unwavering.

"Of course we don't have to do that, as long as our genetic father gets what he wants, he won't make everything worse, after all, it's going to be an unbearable waste."

"If safety is guaranteed, if hunger is alleviated, even the craziest beasts will not show their fangs at will, in fact, the flesh-eaters of the jungle are the most cautious creatures, they know the unpredictability of provoking a fight."

"We wouldn't have done that unless we had to."

Coswayne didn't have a deeper explanation, because he knew very well that Asmodeus, as a Terra veteran, was far from being naïve, and he just couldn't accept the sudden change in front of him for a while.

Sure enough, after only a few moments, the Dark Angel's think tank came to his side calmly and asked his own question again.

"When did the Adults decide all this?"

"From the beginning, Asmodeus, he decided all this from the beginning, the beginning of the plan was the moment he saw the power of Miss Morgan, and the sign of the plan began to be executed was the moment when Ran Dan retreated."

"Now that the annoying mosquitoes have receded, it's time to clean up the corners of the walls."

Asmodeus blinked, he saw the cold weapon in Coswayne's hand, as a psyker, he instinctively wanted to stay away, and the knowledge in his mind told him that such a device might really kill an [alaph] completely.

"Your Excellency has made up your mind a long time ago?"

"This kind of thing doesn't require determination, it's a choice that borders on instinct and common sense."

Coswayne closed his eyes.

"A psyker so powerful, so mysterious, so unattainable."

"When war breaks out, the army is overwhelmed, and the alien army occupies every galaxy and world, someone like this who can slaughter the enemy army, can take charge of herself, and can use her power to serve the empire is naturally my lord's henchman."

"But when the situation eases and the situation improves, and the endless enemy army is left with only the remnants of the defeated army, and there is no more despair of the situation, then such a powerful and mysterious psychic will no longer be a confidant."

"It's a confidant...... Great trouble. ”

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"Have I always been a sign of calamity and calamity in your mind, Your Excellency, I am curious about this. 】

Voice, sound getting closer.

Hearing this, Johnson involuntarily frowned, and he walked lightly, like a most focused leopard, walking in the slightly decaying jungle.

He did not answer the question.

Johnson accurately calculated his time and pace, his mind kept renovating a huge map, centered on Morgan's drop pod, he had searched most of the fields, and the consciousness belonging to the genetic prototype had been operating at high intensity, searching for clues of psionic energy.

He was sure that what he was looking for was now in the forest in front of him, and his gaze could penetrate most of it, his ears pricked up to catch the slightest sounds in the dead silence.

He heard the sound of his boots scraping against a leaf, this time, with exceptional clarity, though only for a moment that even the most astute Astarte would not have noticed, but Johnson still caught it: it was the sound of a withered leaf falling slowly under gravity, accidentally rubbing the heel of the riding boot.

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of the lion king's mouth.

And at that moment, the voice came again, this time, still a problem.

[Although I have already asked once, Your Excellency Johnson.] 】

[But I still want to make sure.] 】

[Are you really coming alone?] 】

Along with this question, Johnson could feel the invisible tentacles haunting him to his left and right, looming, as if waiting for some kind of sound wave and consciousness to finally appear to accomplish its purpose.

Johnson laughed.

He remembered something, remembered an insignificant fragment of his memory.

In this moment, he finally discovers her secrets, her weaknesses, her ridiculousness.

He was even genuinely smiling.

He curled the corners of his mouth and whispered a determined answer.

[Yes.] 】

Of course I came alone. 】

(End of chapter)