"The Empire's first true power armor is the [Expeditionary Type] codenamed MKII., which was created by the great sages of Mars according to the will and ideas of the Emperor, and is also the power armor commonly equipped by all Astarte legions today."

"And before that, the MKI [Thunder Type] was actually a simple equipment that had long been used on a large scale by the scientific and technological barbarians, and it belonged to the transitional product during the Unification War."

"After that, in order to adapt to the expansion of war, on the basis of Astarte's power armor and other armor equipment, the masters of Mars began to research and restore a kind of power armor specially prepared for mortals."

"However, subsequent experiments proved that it was difficult for mortals to fully exert the strength of the power armor, and the carapace armor was enough to meet the needs of large-scale assembly of mortal troops, so the project was halted, leaving only some experimental products."

"The First Legion has a collection of these creations, they are the best of their kind, the final product of the Martian Sage who has been in charge of this project himself, and the final product of the sage himself."

As the vault doors opened one by one, Coswayne's voice echoed through the empty corridors, the lion king's henchmen reciting the one-time code of code words with ease, and silver-haired mortal advisors marched through the depths of the Indomitable Truth, the rumbling of the power chamber echoing in their ears.

Eventually, they stopped in an inconspicuous corner, Coswayne read out the last code, and a hidden secret door slowly opened, and behind it was a not-so-large room, neatly lined with dozens of different sets of armor of different styles, and the Dark Angel stretched out his arm and pointed to one of them.

"That's it."

Morgan's gaze looked over to her, and she was greeted by a well-maintained piece of women's armor: it was a pure black workmanship, more like a straitjacket than the burly power armor of Astarte, but it was indeed well protected from the neck and shoulders, to the chest and lower abdomen, to the thighs and knees, and it was clear that this was a light suit of armor that could do all the protection.

"Although this power armor focuses on speed and agility, its protection is also indisputable, and it can even strengthen the user's own strength, and it has the same power source as Astarte's power armor, which can be maintained almost forever without being damaged."

Coswayne's explanation continued, but Morgan didn't listen carefully, for the moment she saw the armor, she remembered some fragment in her mind.

Every time Morgan's devouring soul reached an order of magnitude, the darkest dome in her mind would be shattered, scattering countless fragments, some of which would reveal a fragment of the future, and some would show a moment in the past, without connection or logic, like a torn book.

Luckily, the fragments didn't interfere with Morgan's mind, and reading them was a means for the Spider Empress to pass the time, and on one of the fragments, she had seen the armor, which was worn on a group of the toughest female warriors, who were awe-inspiring to call the Emperor's Daughter.

The same silver-haired warriors, or battle nuns, wore armor that was exactly the same as the one in front of her.

Coswayne pressed a button, and a special changing room appeared from the side wall, and two female warband servants appeared in the room as if they had emerged from the floor, and they would be tasked with helping Morgan put on the armor.

The Dark Angel left the room and turned his back, listening to the sound of the clashing of the terracotta armor, an idea in his heart and a small struggle.

Eventually, as Morgan adjusted the width of the two rather narrow front armors, Coswayne's sigh pierced through the walls of the room and reached Morgan's ears.

"Ms. Morgan, there are some things I want to tell you."

[Please speak.] 】

"How so...... In the final analysis, the power armor is equipment built with the physical fitness and requirements of our Astarte, so even if it is specially modulated mortal power armor, in fact, mortals can't exert its full power at all, this is not a matter of attitude and skill, but a physical gap. ”

"So, Ms. Morgan, if you find that you can't use this armor properly, please don't keep your mouth shut for the sake of dignity and other things, and be sure to report the problem to me, there's no shame in that."

"After all, you're not the same ...... Type. ”

Obviously, the last word really made the dark angel tangled for a moment.

In the room, Morgan fiddled with her fingers, adjusting the parameters and dimensions of the armor so that it could fit her current body perfectly, and then, curling the corners of her lips, she replied to the Dark Angel outside the room with a slight frustration after being slightly struck.

Thanks for the suggestion, Couss. 】

"Nothing."

The lion king's henchmen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

——————

By the time Morgan returned to the Lion King's private chamber once more, the progress of the Void War had already taken a solid small step forward: the second line of defense of the Durans had been breached, and the only inhabited world they had except their home planet was trembling in the shadows of the Imperial fleet, but the divination box showed that it was already empty.

Clearly, this pocket empire has pinned all its hopes on their home planet.

The sons of the Lion King drove their warships and continued to advance steadily, and the most powerful Imperial capital ships never entered the front line of the fight, they followed Johnson's orders, stayed out of the range of the Durans, and supported the destroyers and drone groups fighting on the front line with longer range firepower.

The Genoplasms of the First Legion didn't even need to keep an eye on their subordinates all the time, because each battleship was guarded by the most experienced officers and veterans, who were steadfast in carrying out Johnson's plan, and like a lingering drizzle, it was eroding the Duran defenses little by little, dragging these fierce defenders into the rhythm of the Dark Angels, and then mercilessly strangled them.

Entanglement - Probe - Erosion - Forward - Entanglement.

The third and fourth lines of defense of the Duráns collapsed imperceptibly, and the vanguard of the First Legion even vaguely touched the orbit of Duran's home planet.

The Durans are still resisting, struggling, and even fighting back, and the voice of the Duran tyrant Duras is still repeated in the ears of every Duranite through a specially crafted space broadcast, inspiring them to fight for their homeland, for every inch of their sacred homeland.

For the Empire, Duran is just a slightly stronger traitor country, a world that has some exploitation and oppression value, but for Duran's warriors, Duran is their hometown, their everything, the sacred Terra in their eyes, the most precious treasure in the whole galaxy worthy of their last drop of blood to protect.

They have no way out, and no way back.

Every one of Duran's soldiers is desperately resisting and vowing not to surrender, this spirit is noble, great, and brave, but when combined with the blind rejection of the empire by the Durans, it is distorted into an extreme ignorance that Johnson feels disgusted.

Therefore, their only fate is to completely disappear from the galaxy: thousands of galaxies are destined to belong to the human empire, and they who resist the empire naturally have no hope and no future to speak of.

Through the projection of real-time feedback, Johnson put all this in his eyes, even the lion of Caliban, he was really proud and proud of this perfect tactic, and he even wanted to find someone to show off, just the simplest show off.

And the person he was looking for soon appeared in front of him.

——————

Morgan had become completely accustomed to the power armor, and her only complaint was that the sound had become much heavier when she stepped on the ground, rather than the crisp sound of riding boots that she loved when she hit the ground.

She looks taller.

When Johnson looked at Morgan, who was heavily armed, it was his first thought.

And then, he realized that the appearance of his blood relatives wrapped in armor was much more pleasing to the eye than when she wore long dresses and other mortal clothes.

She can even be called "beautiful", like a perfect castle, or a flawless sword, exuding an invisible light that makes people feel happy.

She walked up to him, still trying to exude that private lazy aura, but the killing aura on her armor made her casualness extremely uncomfortable, and after a few seconds of trying and struggling, she had to straighten her back and stand beside the genotype as a serious warrior.

Johnson tilted his head, hiding the corners of his mouth.

His mood became more and more cheerful.

So, with a certain ostentatious mentality, Johnson whispered about the direction of the battle, his finger pointing between the projections of the galaxy, and soon, the phantom of a huge space station appeared in front of the two of them, it seemed to be a cylinder floating in the void, but it had thousands of tentacles and pipes connecting in all directions.

[This is the core of Duran's defense, and it is also the largest Duran Orbital Fortress we have ever seen, it stands at the end of Duran's Void Defense, as long as we tear through a few more Duran defenses, we will crash headlong into it. 】

[This is not an easy opponent, its shield thickness is already an astronomical amount, not even the main cannon bombardment and light spear of my [Indomitable Truth] can penetrate it, and the battle cannot advance without solving this big trouble.] 】

Despite the worry in his words, Johnson's face was calm, as if a confident strategist was silently showing that he had already taken a countermeasure, his head was slightly raised, forming an arrogant angle, until Morgan changed his gaze, and finally stopped his gaze on [doubt] and [ask], and the lion of Caliban silently hooked the corners of his mouth, and then spoke slowly.

[So, I'm going to use the spear of the son and the shield of the attacker, and Coswayne has gone to inform the fleet at the front. 】

With a wave of Johnson's hand, the projection in front of them changed to a giant battleship of Duran, an ancient and decaying Void War Engine that was even larger than the Empire's capital ships, its crimson bow larger and bloated than its companions, like an old, skeletally deformed, dying monstrous beast, but still possessing deadly power.

[This is the flagship of the Durans, their other tactical core, it was originally with the troubled fortress, but I ordered the front line to keep pressing, and now the battleship has left its position and is on the front line to confront my fleet. 】

[There are not many escort ships left, and soon, as long as my fleet makes another assault and outflanking, it will be surrounded by my fleet, and when the time comes, there will be ten squads of warriors, one hundred and eighty of the best Dark Angels will jump to its bridge, and they will take this giant ship and let it crash all the way to Duran's orbital fortress, this level of impact is enough to shatter the fortress's shield, and everything about the war will be in my hands. 】

The lion's palms clenched triumphantly in mid-air, as if kneading the massive ship.

He paused, as if waiting for something, and then slowly turned his head to look at Morgan.

His blood relatives did not exclaim, nor did they make any incredulous sounds, or words of admiration.

This is somewhat disappointing.

Under Johnson's lowered gaze, Morgan carefully studied the projection of the giant ship in front of her, her brain seemed to be racing and thinking about something.

Which warship are you going to have on this mission, Johnson? 】

[We'll see what happens then, but it should be the Sword of Numak, which is the closest.] 】

Morgan nodded.

What are you thinking? 】

Faced with Johnson's question, she just tilted her head.

[I'm wondering if I should do some preparation in advance, such as placing a psionic shield on the Noumak Sword.] 】

From Johnson's nostrils came a hot breath of displeasure, and he was a little angry, it was not serious anger.

[Do you think there will be an accident in my plan?] 】

[It's not your plan.] 】

Morgan shook his head, then smiled a slyly smile that Johnson hated.

Do you remember my cat, Johnson? 】

【…… It's war time, Morgan. 】

[I know, I just want to tell you that when I first picked it up, it was scarred, it was to protect a vine on the edge of its territory, although the cat does not eat grapes, but this does not prevent it from clashing with the canines that came to snatch the grapes, leaving itself covered in scars and dust. 】

The corners of Johnson's eyebrows twitched slightly.

[Are you worried that my brother will make trouble for me? 】

[It's our brother, Johnson.] 】

The Genoplasma of the First Legion was stunned for a moment, and then, with a snort, his palm slapping on the table with a deafening sound.

[The Fenris fleet is now scattered across the entire sector in an orderly manner, and even if he knew where Duran was, he would not be able to assemble a reliable army, unless he was so reckless as to dare to come and gnaw on this hard bone with only a few thousand men......]

[Canines tend not to be calm, Johnson. 】

Before the Lion King could finish speaking, Morgan's unmistakably cold words interrupted him, and her voice seemed to grow cold after putting on her armor.

[You're a ......]

The lion king wanted to say something, but a hasty knock on the door unceremoniously interrupted him.

It's Nemir.

"Sorry to interrupt, my lord, but there was a sudden reaction from Mandeville Point on the other side of the galaxy: it's the Nidhogg, the space wolf's battleship!"

The male lion's surging heat stopped for a moment, as if a roaring lion had suddenly been grabbed by the throat of fate.

His face was stiff, almost hard, his cheeks and forehead blackened at a rate visible to the naked eye, his pupils filled with pause, indifference, and embarrassment and anger that they had forcibly obscured.

Under his gaze, Morgan smiled coldly, slowly, and she deliberately made herself laugh unusually slowly, and Johnson's face became unusually dark.

[I said that, Johnson.] 】

[Canines tend not to be calm. 】

The Genoplasma of the First Legion didn't answer his blood relative, and he turned sharply, his steps so hurried that he seemed to be fleeing for something, and so heavy that he seemed to want to kill something.

In the blink of an eye, he was at the door, his body shrouded in the shadows he had curled up, and Nemir's sweat was running down involuntarily.

[For yourself.] 】

Johnson's voice was like a rolling stone falling in the valley.

[It's best if what you say is true.] 】

(End of chapter)