Many years later, when Morgan watched the Indomitable Truth's majestic body shatter in betrayal and burn, slowly falling towards Divine Terra in the great shadow created by Luna's blocking out of the sun's rays, she would surely recall that silent and noisy afternoon.

She would recall the moment when Johnson's edge was only one step away from her.

Like a swooping eagle, like a sudden tiger, and like a giant bear awakening, the body of the genetic prototype cast a huge shadow in mid-air, and under this dark comparison, the edge in Johnson's palm was particularly dazzling.

The attack of the genetic prototype was as fast as thunder, and in an instant, it came to Morgan's face, so fast that the silver-haired spider queen did not have time to use her own power, and exerted her proud spiritual energy, and the blade of the [Lion Sword] tore the air like the letter of a poisonous snake, in a vain attempt to kiss Morgan's snow-white neck.

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[And again, as long as you are fast enough, even a rusty dagger can finish off an alaph.] 】

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In the blink of an eye, the instinct belonging to the genetic protogens guided Morgan, and she gritted her teeth, and a curved blade appeared at the tip of the serpentine staff.

Using ten percent of her strength, she wielded it, and the curved blade collided with the [Lion Sword] in mid-air with speed and power that even the most seasoned Astarte warrior could not see, and the huge sound of steel hissed to the distance of several kilometers, even drowning out the roar of those terrifying inorganic killing instruments, and endless storms swept out of the cracks between the two weapons, and in the blink of an eye, countless forests turned into barren hills.

The first encounter was over in less than a second, and the Lion King's blade was deflected and slashed down Morgan's left side, cutting only a few strands of scattered hair.

The silver-haired spider queen shook her body and involuntarily took a few steps back.

The smile on Johnson's face that was originally intended to be won froze at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he unconsciously shook the [Lion Sword] in his hand, as if to confirm whether it was a counterfeit or not.

When he looked up at Morgan again, there was already a vague suspicion in his sight.

In the distance, the roar of the extinction machine was getting closer, and the vine-covered rainforest was holding them back for a moment, but it was clear that it wouldn't be long.

Morgan clutched her numb wrist, and the flames of psionic energy began to gather on her staff, and she met Johnson's gaze with a pale smile.

What are you going to do against me, Johnson? 】

Johnson's smile had faded, and his face was a hundred times more serious than Perturabo's anger.

[With a sword.] 】

He replied.

Then, the Genogen of the First Legion raised his great sword high, and as the sword shone brightly, his other hand suddenly pulled to his waist and pulled out the plasma pistol [Aktinus Fusiliers].

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Three shots were fired in a row.

Morgan waved her staff, and the accumulated psionic energy turned into a heavy barrier to block the abrupt blow, and then, her lips twitched, and she unleashed a teleportation in her disdainful gaze.

And at this moment, Johnson moved.

The figure of the genogen was like a ghost, he held the great sword in one hand, and with a slight lift of the other, he threw the plasma pistol in the air, and then, the free finger reached for his waist again, pulled out the fuses of two static grenades between the lightning and flint, and threw them viciously at Morgan's place.

Then, the fingers that were free again spread out and caught the falling [Aktinus Fusiliers].

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Three more shots!

This is Caliban's sword technique!

Morgan's snow-white teeth clenched, and a low cry came from deep in her throat, and majestic psionic energy poured out from her fingertips and the tip of her staff, drowning all of Johnson's attacks in the flames of nothingness.

Then, her fingers swept over the burning air, and the sharp arrows of psionic energy instantly turned into an invisible rainstorm and shot overwhelmingly towards Johnson's head.

Coswayne, Luther, Nemir, Zaharel, Asmodeus, Astlis......

The arrows turned into countless dark angels, countless Terras, Kaliban, and everyone Johnson knew, roaring, roaring, raising their swords and charging at Johnson.

The cold expression froze on Johnson's face, and he narrowed his eyes, and with one arrow step, he broke through these phantoms, like a giant beast breaking through the fog of the early morning.

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[In the final analysis, the illusion is nothing more than a false, non-existent garden labyrinth, as long as you can see a direction and be steadfast, then you can easily step through even the most real illusions. 】

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Looks like he does.

Morgan sighed in his heart.

But at this moment, the blade of the sword was close at hand.

Morgan raised the curved blade again.

The two terrifying weapons collided again and again, biting and entwining like beasts vying for territory, making a tooth-aching sound of metal grinding in mid-air.

The footsteps of the extinction relics are getting closer.

Finally, Johnson let out a beast-like roar, his arms exerting their might, wielding the blade of his sword to create a sharp moonlight in mid-air.

The third encounter was finally decided, and although Morgan's curved blade was no slower than the Lion King's greatsword, its fragile blade could no longer withstand such a confrontation.

With a crisp crack, the blade turned into hundreds of scattered shards, and in the drizzle of metal, Morgan could finally chant his spell.

Her figure began to blur, dissolve, and quickly disappear in place.

And there was only a grim smile on the corner of Johnson's mouth.

He flipped his wrist to reveal an instrument from his armor that even Coswayne didn't know about, and pressed it down without hesitation.

The next moment, Morgan's already blurred figure became clear again, and she looked up, only to see an invisible wall of psionic energy enveloping her and Johnson's heads.

Facing the stunned gaze, the Lion King raised his head arrogantly.

[You can't get out without my permission.] 】

His figure mingled with the chaotic roar of the Extinction Relic, which was getting closer and closer, and it seemed a little broken and blurred.

[Now, thirty seconds are still before those despicable guys arrive. 】

He looked at Morgan, his turquoise pupils flickering with confused speculation and a desire to learn.

[Strength. 】

[Agile.] 】

[Reaction speed.] 】

[The physical fitness that you showed in those moments just now is better than that of each of my children, which is simply not something that a mortal can have. 】

[You'd better give me an explanation, Morgan.] 】

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Johnson hasn't felt this way for a long time.

This feeling is called "nervousness".

The war across the galaxy didn't make him nervous, the countless alien blades didn't make him nervous, and even the indifferent and resentful gazes between the heirs didn't make him nervous.

Even the worst has been within Johnson's expectations since he stepped into this galaxy.

But this time, things are different.

The First Legion's progenitor could feel his breathing a little rapid, and the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily from time to time, making his tense face distort a little.

When he realized this, he even felt a little angry, nameless anger.

Then he heard laughter.

Morgan's laughter.

The laughter flowed from her pale face, lingering between the equally pale lips, neither fierce nor mocking, just the simplest, laughing.

In the midst of this laughter, every precious second passed mercilessly, and the heavy steps of those merciless and vicious machines were close at hand.

Twenty seconds to go.

With the smell of cold air running down the cracks between his teeth, constantly being sucked into the chest of the genetic protogen, Johnson's eyes were already blazing, and the desire for knowledge, anger and those vague speculations mingled in his brain, like a mixture of thousands of silk threads, making the genetic protogens feel a slight headache.

He raised his head and began to think about whether to rush forward, grab the snow-white neck that had always been rebellious, and use the strongest means to get what he wanted.

Just as he was thinking about it quite seriously, the laughter stopped abruptly.

[I don't have much to say, Johnson. 】

She smiled as a white swan spread its wings in the air.

[If I really want to say something, then I think, I can only say one sentence, a word I heard, and send it to you. 】

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[Throw away all the impossible, absurdity will also be a reality.] 】

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These words are like a silver key to open a magic box.

In the blink of an eye, countless words, countless words spit out of Morgan's mouth, countless information and statements about Morgan, appeared in Johnson's mind very clearly.

He recalled everything.

Like a flying waterfall, it finally broke through the most stubborn rock.

He should have realized it a long time ago.

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"They will keep their children secret...... Morgan is the best product of this system since its inception, and she quickly became Maximilian's right-hand man after her [appearance......"

[They appear because I am suppressing my own psionic powers, not because I am overloading my own powers. 】

[There are many ways I can try to kill you completely. 】

"She's like ...... Like a monster, a monster born with a knack that knows how to use psionic power. ”

"Father's ......"

"I really...... Forgot. ”

[I am not Magnus. 】

[Each of us will stop in one place of our lives, and some of us have nothing but the vast forest of Caliban in their hearts. 】

[At this point, in many ways, we are very similar. 】

……

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[Throw away all the impossible, absurdity will also be a reality.] 】

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Johnson took a deep breath.

His face was distorted, obviously a stiff face like an iceberg, but his facial features writhed unconsciously like a scorching snake, his pupils suddenly dilated, and slowly narrowed, and then enlarged again, his lips kept squirming, twisting and turning out several arcs, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but he just kept taking deep breaths, a large stream of air was inhaled by him, and his empty chest made a violent sound like a bellows.

He subconsciously controlled his expression, keeping his facial features in a serious posture, but it backfired, making his face more black humor, and in the end, he even instinctively lowered his head slightly, so that his face would not be seen.

All of this lasted only a brief moment, for soon, Johnson remembered something, and he looked up again, and at this moment, his face was consumed by utter rage.

【You...... Sneak into! My legion? 】

He was still answered by laughter, laughter.

[Infiltration? 】

[Nope! No! No! 】

【You...... Remember the Billyvan Galaxy? 】

Johnson thought of something, and his face became a little embarrassed again, and he tried to suppress it so that he still looked like the terrible commander and hunter.

[When you left me where I was, facing Ran Dan's Transformation Titan and the army, I was wounded. 】

From that moment on, I realized what I really was. 】

Johnson stood still, controlling his expression with the most powerful willpower in his life, so that no one could see what he was thinking.

He was silent, dead silent, he bowed his head and said nothing, like a perfect black iron statue, until the footsteps of the extinction machine were close at hand.

Until Morgan reminded him with a chuckle that seemed to be whispering.

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[Ten seconds to go......]

[My commander. 】

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Johnson gritted his teeth.

He had even forgotten how he had given the order to contain the three extinction planes in a voice that bordered on gnashing his teeth.

He could hear the unwilling mechanical roars of the most vicious organism slaughterers, defeated and bound iron-hearted exterminators with a cunning nature and an extreme hatred of organic life, with no mercy or restraint, only a vicious joy for mass slaughter.

But in the face of Johnson's absolute supreme order, these machines had no chance of disobedience, Johnson turned his head and listened carefully to their footsteps to reach the drop pod, and then slowly turned his head back.

At this time, his face had once again been occupied by complete indifference and firmness, but when he looked at Morgan, the brows and corners of his mouth that twitched from time to time were still telling some embarrassment.

Eventually, he looked directly into Morgan's pupils and spat out his command word by word in a tone that bordered on gnashing his teeth.

[Follow me back to the Unyielding Truth.] 】

[Stay in your room, don't go anywhere!] 】

With that, he turned around and drank his footsteps away a little bit.

And behind him, only Morgan responded in a low voice.

[Obeys.] 】

【Brother~】

The title made Johnson's body shake.

But he didn't stop himself.

(End of chapter)