Have you seen Vulcan before? 】

"Not really."

"He stayed with the Emperor for a long time, educated, or fought with his own legions in the purgatory of burning and destruction, and only Ferrus had a closer contact with him."

When the knightly king of Caliban talks about his brother, it is as if he is referring to a distant legend from another world under the same starry sky.

Compared to the decay he had witnessed when Morgan had just returned, the Legion Genotype was now much more energetic, he was wearing a set of pure black armor with the emblem of the First Legion on it, and there were no other decorative objects, Johnson's turquoise pupils had regained the glow of fire, constantly scanning the star map in front of him that was constantly changing.

The two Genotypes are in one of the noblest and most elegant rooms of the Indomitable Truth, which Johnson has set aside to entertain some of the dignitaries and fulfill some of the social rituals he needs to perform in order to survive in the Empire, and the Lord of the First Legion fills this circular room with the heads of behemoths and tapestries of war to show every visitor the style of the Dark Angel as quickly as possible.

Of course, in Morgan's view, these ornaments of Johnson ...... It can only be said that it is very pragmatic.

At this moment, her eyes were also focused on the three-dimensional star map in front of her: this illusory silent drama vividly reflected the general situation of the surrounding star regions, symbolizing the light blue of the empire and the scarlet representing Ran Dan in these barren worlds, changing every inch of the territory of the two empires in countless encounters and resistance battles.

In the Indomitable Truth. There is a special room for receiving every battle report from the front, and showing all the victories and defeats on this star map as quickly and in detail as possible, so that Johnson can grasp every situation on the front line at all times.

"They've stopped in 416-15 for far longer than would normally be needed to assemble or remediate, and it was assumed that they would only need three more Terra standard days to reach the edge of the Takot system, but now, we have to change our plans."

With a flick of his finger, the two galaxies in the center of the star map began to flicker continuously: one of them was the location where Ran Dan's main army was currently staying, and in order to find out this accurate information, even Johnson himself did not know how many of the emperor's soldiers had fallen in the cold and piercing void.

The other is the Tacket system, a place that no one cared about before this, and it is not worth mentioning except for the only transportation value, but after Johnson has performed a series of exquisite arrangements and plans, as well as a ruthless scorched earth strategy, this place has become the only key point on the way of the Randan army's advance that can help them advance into the solar star field, otherwise, those alien fleets will have to take a long detour and waste their strategic opportunities in vain.

In this way, the Knight King chose the perfect battlefield for his great battle: the galaxy called Thacot was empty and vast, giving the Dark Angels enough space to place their horrific doomsday starters in any corner of this shocking battlefield, each of which had been closely imprisoned and guarded until then, enough to wipe a fragile indigenous civilization out of the galaxy once again, and in order to win the battle, Johnson's sons brought these monsters back to the galaxy once again.

On top of that, Johnson also weighed on the heaviest chips in his hands: a fully staffed First Legion, the strongest legion that was undisputed throughout the Empire.

Except for a handful of veterans guarding the hidden places, as well as Luther, Johnson brought the entire Dark Angel Legion with him, and even those recruits who had just completed their trials were pulled directly from the deep forests of Caliban to the bloodiest battlefield in the whole galaxy: just like Johnson himself suffered back then.

[I remember hearing that before the war began, you had assembled the entire First Legion, and at that time, you had between 60,000 and 100,000 troops. 】

[So...... What now? 】

[After all, if my memory is not wrong, it seems that you have never stopped recruiting new blood from the Caliban in these ten years of war. 】

Morgan's turquoise pupils turned with an emotionless streamer as she looked at Johnson, who was staring at the star map, and through the flickering in the Caliban's pupils, she knew that Johnson was thinking about the question she had asked.

"One hundred and fifty thousand."

Eventually, the knight king of Caliban gently spat out the number, and then he praised his blood relatives in a tone of unmistakable majesty.

"It's your credit, if it weren't for the fact that your psionic energy has been working for the past ten years, I might have lost more children in this war, and maybe I would have only 130,000 or less soldiers under my command to go into this war."

That's why I'm standing by your side now, Johnson. 】

As the pace of war drew closer to everyone, Morgan's tone was mixed with more and more coldness, and when she began to laugh, her gaze would glow with a glow that would bring any mortal to his knees.

[In a sense, you really opened my eyes, Johnson, my brother, I thought that the Dark Angel would still be about 100,000 people, after all, as far as I know, the Shadow Moon Wolf, the Imperial Fist, and the Ultramarines are all on this scale now. 】

"The greater the responsibility, the more you need to hold it in your hands."

Johnson didn't answer more, for almost at the same time as he spoke, Coswayne's voice came from outside the room.

"My lord, the [Flame Forge] has appeared in our field of vision, and behind it is a large fleet, at least more than a hundred of which are capital ships."

Johnson turned his head, and the additional information in the news seemed to surprise him.

"It seems that he is taking this war more seriously than I thought."

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The genetic prototype is the demigods who walk in the mortal world, they are the treasures created by the lord of mankind who has stolen the waves of the clouds that do not belong to the earth, and created them with irreproducible wisdom and ambition, the fire of Prometheus walking on the earth and the firmament.

And if one of these creatures of supreme wisdom and power were to choose the strongest of those creatures who symbolized pure power, Morgan thought she had found the answer.

Even though she hadn't seen all her blood relatives yet, an instinct that kept echoing deep in her heart made her more and more sure that the tall black-skinned demigod in front of her was the most terrifying individual in this weird family she was in.

Vulcan.

The name of a god born of brute force and fire.

When the Eighteenth Legion's genetic prototype finally stood on the deck of the Indomitable Truth, the dark angels lined up on either side to greet him were like rows of overly realistic porcelain dolls, revealing their fragile side in the sound of hammers dragging the ground.

Morgan was still standing by Johnson's side, with a higher status than Coswayne and Astrand, and the entire First Legion had long since turned a blind eye to this scene, the Spider Queen had one hand behind her back and the other hand holding her staff, she saw Johnson move her wrist somewhat unnaturally, and then slowly walked towards her blood brother.

When the lion of Caliban walked up to his brother, most of his body was already shrouded in shadows: Vulcan looked even taller and more burly than Riemanrus and Magnus, he simply stood there, his eyes glowing red, like a roaring dragon breaking free from the magma, giving people the most instinctive sense of awe and jealousy.

The dark-skinned genogen is encased in a series of powerful equipment he has crafted: his armor [Dragon's Scales] is a green baroque brute armament, and as the name suggests, it bears the tough skin of the salamander, a brutal creature from his hometown of Nocturne, which he used to name his legion in honor of his encounter with the Emperor.

His hands were protected and strengthened by the fist gauntlets, one hand holding his hammer [Head of Thunder], while the edge of the other hand was the plasma pistol [Heart of the Furnace] hanging from his waist, and finally, wrapped around his majestic body, was the famous [Cesare Cloak]: all of these equipment were created by the Lord of the Dragons himself, and anyone in the stars would admire and covet their power and the fiery heart that could create them.

Morgan, is no exception.

As early as when she was collecting the information and information of each primordial body, a different kind of desire for the Lord of the Fire Dragon quietly took root in her heart, waiting for the moment when it was brought into play.

But now, it's not time to let it be exposed.

Morgan stood quietly in place, watching Johnson greet his brother, the Dark Angel's genetic prototype showed a rare attitude worthy of [respect] when facing the Lord of the Fire Dragon, which was rare in Johnson's body.

The two primordials looked at each other in the shadows, their children standing far away, except for a silver-haired lady standing closer, and of all the people present, only the salamander warrior was a little sluggish at this.

"Welcome, brother, and your legion, at this time only the truly brave will be here."

Johnson's Adam's apple rolled, and he spat out the words he had come up with to greet him, but Vulcan only shook his head slowly, and when he spoke back, Morgan not far away was almost surprised to find that the dark and terrible dragon was spewing out a rather calm, calm, and even gentle language.

"I just hope my legion doesn't come too late, my brother, I'm sorry, I need to deal with my war zone before then."

"Of course you're not late."

Johnson replied quickly, but then he fell into a silence, and the majestic knight king of Caliban blinked, as if searching for something he could say to keep the conversation going.

And in the two seconds he hesitated, Vulcan did not stop, and the voice of the Lord of the Fire Dragon was the truest emotion: even with Morgan's thoughtful and suspicious senses, he did not feel the slightest falsehood.

"For the past few years, I have been following the news here in Ran Dan, Johnson, my brother, I know how much you and your warriors have paid for the Empire, no one can compare to your efforts in silence, and now, I only hope that me and my heirs can help."

"So I've brought someone here, my brother, please tell me if there's anything I can do."

Johnson's brow was stirred up by the offense in this speech, and the King of Knights instinctively hated this status of being helped, but when he saw his brother's eyes, he could only remain silent in the face of such sincerity.

Such words also seemed to exhaust Vulcan's conversation, and he leaned forward, as if to give his brother a hug, but the next second, he hesitated to retreat, and looked at the equally silent Johnson, and in a mutual respect, a large air centered on them was frozen.

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Morgan took a deep breath.

Then he spit out hard in his heart.

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[Hats off, Lord Vulcan. 】

Morgan's footsteps pierced the silence of the two imperial heirs, and when the silver-haired lady stepped forward and saluted slowly, Vulcan's eyes were already focused on her.

"Ah, Ms. Morgan."

The genogen stood in place, smiling and reaching out, even bending his knee slightly to make sure Morgan could hold it tightly.

"I have heard of your deeds, and your bravery and dutifulness on the front lines are no less than that of any of the Emperor's soldiers."

The primordial body of the Eighteenth Legion looked carefully at the mortal in front of him, his reddish pupils flashed with some puzzled colors, but these confusions were fleeting, after all, the Lord of the Fire Dragon would never put more thoughts and probes on anyone, he knew the value of respect.

"You're thinner than I thought you were, Ms. Morgan."

He spat out the words softly, as if there was some hidden secret in them.

And the silver-haired lady just smiled back.

[War is always haggard, Lord Vulcan, but it is more evident in me, and in others, such as His Excellency Johnson beside me, this exhaustion is somewhat obscure: even though he has been sleeping for months for the victory of the Empire. 】

"There are too many people who have paid for the victory of this war, there is too much blood and tragedy in the shadow of the galaxy, Ms. Morgan, I only hope that this war will end soon, before that, my mission did not allow me to give my share of strength, and now, I am going to make amends."

[This is not compensation, Your Excellency, no one has ordered you to come here, it is the responsibility and courage in your heart that supports you, the noblest flash of light in the galaxy, before this, I have only seen the light they emit in His Excellency Johnson. 】

The Genogens of the First Legion stood aside, watching their two blood relatives speak there, whether it was Morgan or Vulcan, Johnson only heard the most sincere convictions in their words.

At this moment, the confidence of the knight king of the caliban in this hard-fought victory reached its highest point: even the repeated counting of the mighty forces in his hands could not do this.

But Johnson didn't indulge, his eyes were fixed on his silver-haired blood relative, urging her to hurry up and start the real conversation.

He knew that Morgan could understand his silent admonitions.

"You're wrong, Ms. Morgan."

The sincerity of Vulcan's voice made Morgan feel as if he was hallucinating.

"I'm just a blacksmith, I used to aspire to be a general, but I always didn't succeed, maybe I can't do much, I just hope that I can do my best to help you, I hope you need my strength at this time."

Of course, Your Excellency, we do need the will from the flames and the forge to forge true victory. 】

Morgan smiled, her smile even looking more genuine than Vulcan's.

After all, we have the same purpose. 】

[We all hope that the war will end as soon as possible, peace will come as soon as possible, and countless people of the empire will return to their peace as soon as possible, and once again embrace the happiness of life forever.] 】

Such words made Vulcan stunned for a moment.

"I have to admit, Ms. Morgan, your words are moving...... It's also difficult. ”

[Of course it is difficult. 】。

Morgan's words were like a drizzle of early spring, blowing in the ears of the two primitives.

[But someone should try it, shouldn't they?] 】

[If there must be a person in the world who dedicates himself, then let me become such a person.] 】

So, let's get started, Your Excellency? 】

Again, Morgan held out his hand.

Again, Vulcan held it tightly.

(End of chapter)