So, where are we going next, Johnson? 】

[The front line, that's where we're supposed to be, and Duran's affair is just an episode, an extra event that I have to make a trip for my brother.] 】

[Everyone is saying that this war is coming to an end.] 】

[I don't care what they say, no matter what they say, at least for now, this war is not over. 】

——————

The Warlord was lying a little lazily in its specially covered blanket box, it looked more than a full two laps fatter than when it was first adopted, its fluffy snow-white hair became more and more oily and slippery, it looked like a pampered king, in fact, it was indeed a king, and the Indomitable Truth was its rightful territory.

It only took a few days for the brain-strong cat lady to easily discern the world in which she was now living: there was no doubt that the woman who exuded the scent of her affection was the only one she needed to please, and she had given herself this territory, and although there was neither prey nor fresh water for it to hunt on, but its owner's people, that is, its people, brought food and water to it on time every day, so that it could enjoy it slowly.

As for the others, they were just wandering subjects in their master's domain, except for a taller, more terrifying-looking being, who seemed to be of a higher rank than his master, but always had a stern countenance and an air of fear that made him fearful, but his master loved to go to him, and held him almost every time.

Oh, it really makes the cat crash.

But it wasn't afraid of him, it wasn't afraid of any tall, black guys, it thought it could beat them: it just didn't want to do it.

But there were other things in its clever mind: her master was not always with her, her territory seemed to be much larger than theirs, and whenever she went to patrol the territory, she would always leave it for many days, during which time she would leave it in the care of her own people.

It remembered two of the names: it seemed to be Coswayne and ...... Zaharel?

Forget it, it doesn't matter, they are all its people anyway, after all, this extremely strange, cold, hard place is already its kingdom, so everything in this kingdom should be theirs.

It lay on its own turf, watching the light that sparkled outside the strange transparent stone, watching the huge orbs streak before its eyes, and on the other side of it, its owner was constantly discussing something with that terrible fellow, and they always liked to discuss something, and rarely stopped.

It seems to have gradually gotten used to such days.

…… Boring.

——————

[Other brothers? 】

Johnson leaned back in his chair, and in front of him lay several papers and star charts, some important and some outdated, while on the other side, about an arm's length away, Morgan sat in his seat with his legs crossed.

[Yes, other brothers.] 】

Her hair was already a little too long, so she simply parted them and tied them into two braids, each hanging down on one side, and neat bangs connected to them, and under the silver-white hair were turquoise pupils that could be concealed at any time.

She reached out and grabbed her strong-brained cat, put it in her arms and stroked it, and quietly waited for her brother's answer, she was not worried that Johnson would refuse this question, why should he refuse?

Johnson seemed to hesitate, but also seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while, he raised his head and looked at his blood relatives.

【Which one do you want to know?】 】

Morgan thought for a moment.

[Just from ......]

[Let's start with the one you know best or are closest to Johnson.] 】

She spat out the soft words, then ......

Then the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

【…… Except for you? 】

[Of course.] 】

Morgan raised her eyebrows, and she suddenly realized that her unintentional words seemed to really stump the genetic agent in front of her: Johnson's brows were tightly furrowed, and his pupils kept flashing and vetoing.

Morgan came up with an explanation that was rather absurd and weird, but very reasonable in the case of Johnson.

【…… Haven't you gotten to know our brother, Johnson? 】

Why should I get to know them? 】

Morgan's question only made the lion king of Caliban frown even more.

[They should know me, after all, I am on the right path, and they are just trapped in the quagmire of their own selfish desires, wasting their talents and strength. 】

[I've been tolerating all this, you know, Morgan, a lot of the primordials are wasting their power, and it's even a form of disloyalty, and I've been tolerating their waste, and my experience in Caliban has given me that kind of broad-mindedness. 】

Morgan's lips quivered, but she didn't say anything in the end, and after being silenced by Johnson's words for a while, Morgan showed a silent smile.

[Maybe you should get to know our brother, Johnson, even if it's for the sake of your personal popularity, just imagine, if you had a good relationship with Riemanrus before, the matter of Duran could have been avoided. 】

The Lion King just snorted.

You made the same mistake as Riemanrus, Morgan. 】

[Although my popularity is not the best among everyone, after all, Horus and St. Giles are very talented in this area, but except for them, no one can compare with me. 】

【…… It's true? 】

[As I said earlier, I have been generous enough to tolerate their incompetence and inefficiency, but if these guys know how right the path I am taking, and how wasteful they are, my brothers will understand how generous I have been all these years. 】

I can't imagine a reason why they hate me. 】

【……】

【……】

【…… Maybe. 】

For the first time, Morgan was silent for such a long time.

——————

The conversation continued.

Johnson reluctantly remembered his brothers, he hadn't seen all of them, at least Magnus, and Motarian and Roga had only had a hasty meeting through the screen.

In fact, contrary to what the world thinks, the emperor's heirs don't see each other very often, especially the situation where multiple primordials are present at the same time, after all, except for the emperor or Horus's summons, the only situation where multiple primordials can be gathered is when a genetic primordial encounters a strong enemy that their legion is difficult to solve, and has to find the help of a brother.

Admitting that they are powerless against an opponent is undoubtedly an ugly thing for the arrogant Genoplasm and Astarte warriors, so few legions will rush to call for help, and the vastness of the galaxy does not allow the Astarte legions to always get together.

In this case, most of the primitives' impression of their brothers is always full of prejudice and illusions, not to mention that these emperor's sons and heirs have inexplicable arrogance, and their affection for blood relatives is often coerced by this unconscious arrogance, and this expression will be coerced by the arrogance of other primordials when it is accepted by other genetic protogens, and eventually evolve into some extremely bad situations.

But despite this, there was some consensus circulating among the emperor's heirs: a consensus that even Johnson recognized.

The lion of Caliban admired the archangel of Baal in front of his blood relatives, and he succinctly praised his prowess, but disdained his mediocre command skills.

[However, although it is true that St. Giles's command is not very good, his power is the kind of power that can work miracles.] 】

Speaking of this, Johnson's pupils shone brightly.

[The war in the void is not a matter of one person, and it is difficult for individual martial arts to make an overall change in a war of millions of people, but St. Giles is different, he is the kind of person who can turn the tide of the war with his own strength, courage and anger, it is a kind of luck to be a friend of him, and it is a great bad news and challenge to be an enemy of him. 】

Johnson then goes on to talk about the other brothers, highlighting the most important figures in the great war: Horus, Killiman, Ferus, and Dorn.

[Horus has a magical charm, and it's hard to say how good his command skills are, because his real strength is not in his pure command, but in always being able to win over more allies with him: but this is a misguided way after all, he cares too much about what others think of him, and he shouldn't be like this.] 】

[Horus was always obsessed with some things outside the battlefield, which more or less delayed his command performance, although his legion seemed to be famous, but in general: not as elite as Ran Dan. 】

[As for Killiman, this ambitious guy is the complete opposite, he is the only one of the emperor's heirs who is so arrogant, daring to stick to his own kingdom, planning one great conspiracy after another, everyone knows how ambitious Killiman is, he is waiting for a suitable, damn opportunity. 】

[But I have to admit his wisdom and ability, relying on his so-called five hundred worlds alone, he can have an advantage in the most tragic wars, although his command is not outstanding, but the victory is not critical......]

[No, you can't say that. 】

A mysterious smile appeared on the lion king's face.

[As for Ferus, he is indeed an out-and-out war artist, compared to Ferus, Perturabo is too rough and reckless, and Killiman is a bit petty, Horus may be able to fight him, but if the battlefield is limited to the battle between two legions, I am not optimistic about the Shadow Moon Wolf. 】

[I can't find any flaws about Ferus other than his own rage, but in fact, even anger is his weapon, he is also an artist in fighting and fighting, and there are only a few people in the original body who can match him, especially when he wears his versatile backpack, I have seen the power of that thing, and as long as he remembers to use it in battle, he is invincible.] 】

[Finally, there is the ...... of Dorne]

The Lion King snorted coldly.

[I don't like him, he's like a rock, if he serves in my legion, I'll send him to guard those deadly weapons, he's fit for that.] 】

[In terms of attack, Dorne is indeed very talented, he always grasps the best opportunities and weaknesses, and fights like the hottest boxer: the Fist of the Empire, from which the name of this legion is derived. 】

[But this can't change his shortcomings, he is a megalomaniac, a guy who is willing to ridicule all his brothers and please his father, no one likes him, everyone thinks he is a successful eccentric. 】

[However, I have to admit that he has outstanding abilities, he is an underappreciated master in many fields, and if a war breaks out across the star field and the galaxy, Dorne is the right person.] 】

The Lion King's words skipped over these best brothers, and then stopped on those who were not so good or obvious.

[Fogham? Oh, his legion is good. 】

[Vulcan, I don't know much about him and his sons, he may be good for battle, but he should not be good for war. 】

[Magnus, not only is he not fit for war, he is not even fit for anything. 】

[Peturabo, his abilities are among the best among his brothers, but that's all, I don't know what the reason is, his abilities are not used at all.] 】

[Motarian, he is very powerful, and his legion is also very powerful, but he is not worth being afraid of, but he does need to be warned. 】

[Don't overestimate his danger, don't underestimate his malice, that's all.] 】

【Luo Jia ......】

【…… Luo Jia】

【Heh......】

Johnson let out a sneer, and he remained silent for a moment before moving on to the next topic.

Until the end of the conversation, he didn't talk about his brother, but at the end, he said it with emotion.

[Those who bear the word are worthy of pity.] 】

They deserve better. 】

——————

For Johnson and Morgan, such conversations have inadvertently become something of a daily chat, and the Caliban lions are even happy to spend time with their own blood relatives in those times when there is no war and no work.

He could clearly feel that his trust in Morgan was rising, but Johnson also knew clearly that he could not fully trust.

Except for the emperor, no one deserves his complete trust.

No, even the emperor......

Johnson would never tell Morgan that there was a secret chamber hidden in his room, where one of the most peculiar longsword was placed: it was designed to drink the blood of psykers.

He didn't want to use it, though, though he was always ready.

Preparing for the day when Morgan left him, leaving his legion.

But he definitely didn't expect that day to come in such a situation.

——————

[Storm? 】

When he learned that Morgan had taken Zaharel to explore a monument in a wild world, Johnson did not stop him.

But when he heard that the galaxy had been swallowed up by a subspace storm at some point.

His brow furrowed.

Assi, I don't feel like I'm in any shape today......

Who am I, where am I, what the hell am I writing rubbish......

Ahem.

Well, here, a book of small seedlings is recommended.

(The last book and my py's friends have soared into the sky.,Sad)

Titled "The Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands"

It's really a seedling, a story about the original female Angeland, although the number of words is not much, but both the plot and the writing are online.

You can take a look.,You can also join the bookshelf to raise it.,It's not easy for Warhammer to have the same people.,So be kind~.

Yes......

I feel like I'm going to be a wave of being shot to death.

Sad.

(End of chapter)