When the Lord of Humanity personally told his favorite son, Horus, who had an unexpected sister, he planned to let Horus lead and educate the newly returned Genotype.

Johnson was not suited for the job, and most of the other sons of the Lord of Men did not have the corresponding experience and patience: Fogham might have been happy to mentor a blood relative, but his performance was not entirely reassuring; St. Giles may be more trusted and relied on than most of his brothers, but his attitude towards the Lord of Mankind is far from close.

And the other genotypes: they do have the ability to do their best, but they're also more likely to mess things up.

As for taking Morgan with him, he himself taught as Horus, Magnus, or Vulcan; Or the gesture of kindness and bonding, as Riemanus, Ferus, and Mortarian did: the Lord of Mankind is not without such abilities, but he has no more mood and leisure to repeat these tender tricks on Morgan and the children who have not yet returned.

Whether it is Morgan now, or the genetic prototype belonging to the eighth, twelfth, and nineteenth legions after Morgan, they are not destined to receive a warmer father-son recognition: they have not caught up with a good time, and the only remaining softness in the heart of the Lord of Mankind has been consumed by the increasing burdens of war and trivialities.

In the more than seventy standard years of Terra before Morgan's return, with the exception of Alpharis, who is still in secrecy, the Lord of Humanity has welcomed back his fifteen children in the open, and he has maintained an intimate attitude with each of the returning children as much as possible:

He accompanied Horus for thirty years, he left Riemanrus with witty competitions and the spear of Dionysus, he gave the honor of the Imperial Aquila of Vogrim, he and Magnus had been friends for a long time, his importance to Dorne was visible to the naked eye, he took Vulcan with him to guide him, he leveled several mountains in his battle with Ferrus, he guided King Connaught to find Gilliman in his infancy, he tolerated the mutation and offense of St. Giles, he ignored Chagatai's dissatisfaction with the tyrant, He left the most important of the war to Johnson, ignored the strange rumors about Menger, personally accompanied the disgruntled Motarian in the selection of weapons, and endured the misconception of being regarded as a god, and watched the parade of worship of his god in Roga's home planet for an entire month.

During this long time, he did give full play to his kindness, even if they did not always get very positive feedback: St. Giles, Chagatai, and the nagging Motarian, who always had reasons for resentment, made him feel tired and tired of this tender stage play day after day.

Especially after the incident of Menger and his legions, it was like a last delicate straw, so that a certain thread of patience in the emperor's heart was completely broken......

……

Wait a minute.

Did he forget something?

…… Forget it, that shouldn't matter.

——————

All in all, with most of the genetic primordials returning and the Great Expedition on track, the Emperor no longer needs to establish more bonds with his new sons: not to mention that among the heirs who have not yet returned, there are indeed no special people like Shamrock who need to be taken care of by him.

In this case, the emperor would involuntarily turn his gaze to Horus.

Horus always reassures the Lord of Humanity that the Wolf Shepherd may not be the best, but he will never let things go in a downing way, and as long as he retains this precious quality, he is enough to entrust the Lord of Humanity with anything.

Horus wasn't the best choice in many ways, but he was definitely a versatile and infallible choice: in the Emperor's mind, this was what his best offspring should look like.

What's more, Horus has proven himself successful in leading his blood relatives: Forgrim, St. Giles, and Chagatai all followed in the footsteps of the wolf herding god and slowly learned about the human empire.

Presumably, Morgan wouldn't have made any additional mistakes: she was much better behaved than St. Giles, who had just returned.

As for Johnson's attitude: in the emperor's understanding, his son from Caliban was a calm and obedient knight, he preferred to stay alone in his castle, surrounded by knights who were close to his ears, and it was already a kind of torture to let such a son who liked to be alone with his blood relatives for so long, presumably Johnson was also nostalgic for those cold days.

Everyone has their own preferences and responsibilities, and even the emperor does not want to force a violation of this, and Horus, who is keen to make new friendships, is certainly more suited to the responsibility of accompanying new blood relatives than Johnson, who is happy to be quiet: as for the little selfishness in the heart of his favorite wolf herder.

Let him be.

It's just a little bit of the common feelings of people who compete for power, since the lord of mankind is not attached to the so-called throne and power, how bad can Horus's little ambition and greed be?

As soon as the Lord of Humanity solves his long list of tasks, he will easily mediate these issues: there are already some signs of conflict between his wolf shepherd god and his palm sealer, the emperor is not a mortal king who is keen on his subordinates to fight, he sincerely hopes that his last old friend will be praised and respected as he deserves, but he really doesn't have time right now.

Bear with me.

Let's put it down.

When he's done with all this, he'll be sure to take care of these things.

Just wait for him to finish that......

——————

Horus learned on board the Emperor's Dream that he had a sister: and they had met.

And he was given another order on Vengeful Spirit: he would be responsible for the education of his blood sisters, just as he had guided Fogham, St. Giles, and Chagatai before.

Frankly speaking, the heart of the wolf shepherd god is not calm now, and it can even be said to be a state of turbulence.

When Horus learned that the Soul Eater was really his blood relative, as Chagatai said, his first reaction was to recall his time with Morgan in the Drune system as completely as possible, and he didn't really let go until he confirmed that he didn't show any bad side at all.

But despite this, he still has some consternation about Morgan's identity.

Even if he had cut off a hill-sized head with his own hands during the war with Randan, the consternation had not completely disappeared from the depths of his heart: however, Horus had fared much better than the King of Barbarus on the side, who had been alone there for a long time, full of dissatisfaction and resentment about the second wizard's blood relative.

The Lord of Death's attitude towards his new blood relatives can even be called contemptuous, but that's all, whenever he sees the corpses of those Randan soldiers who have left deep scars on his legion, he will think of the great exploits of the [Soul Eater] that have been circulated on the front lines of the war: every time he thinks of this, the vicious accusations in his mouth will suddenly lose the motivation and support to continue.

The Death Guard's genetic protogenone has never been bothered to deny the exploits of his blood relatives: he dismisses such alleged merits, and does not want to be reduced to a self-deluded liar like some tyrant.

But that only made him more uncomfortable.

A sorcerer, a blasphemous psionic master: even his blood relatives have made his undeniable feats: every time he thinks of this, Motarian can't help but wield his scythe in a rage, and all the aliens in his sight can be reduced to pieces.

It's all because these alien scum, these weak things, are not worth mentioning at all, so the so-called [Soul Drinker] can become a legend in the mouths of those fools.

And his brothers: Johnson, and that Menger, they were too weak to have the tenacity to be beaten by suffering, and it took such a long time to drag on such an opponent, and even to die in defeat, so that a mere wizard could become a so-called hero in the mouth of everyone.

If he had known, he would not have left the front line against Randan: he would surely be able to sweep away these alien scum with his own heirs, settle the battle in the shortest possible time, and show the world the power of Barbarus, the power of science and reason, instead of letting a wizard be proud there.

He should have done this...... If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't stand the Caliban......

The poison that haunted Motarian had grown even more arrogant by his anger and self-isolation, and now, only his closest heirs could stand by his side and continue the slaughter with his genetic father.

By the time Horus led his Council of Four Kings to the cheers and celebrations of all, the Death Guard had already slaughtered the entire fleet of Xenomorphs with their Genetic Father: but the Sons of Barbarus were much more clumsy than the Shadowmoon Wolves, and their casualties were not so good, and when Mortarian returned to his brother, even the mortal auxiliaries cheered a few syllables.

Motarian didn't care, but the poisonous gas that haunted him became even more rampant and serious, even making characters like Abaddon have to turn their faces away.

But Horus didn't care, he stepped forward, hugged his brother in front of everyone, and then put his ear to tell a thought from the wolf herder.

——————

As soon as the slaughter of the Randan fleet ended, the two genetic prototypes had already arrived on the First Legion's [Indomitable Truth] on board the transport plane.

It had been a quiet journey, and Motarian was carrying a box, and his already thin and gloomy countenance was now gloomy, as if Barbaros had been bombed.

Horus, on the other hand, sat on the sidelines, quietly contemplating something, his expression alternating between a furrowed brow, thoughtfulness, and a sly smile.

If the wolf shepherd god who had just learned about Morgan's identity was in a state of shock, then the current Lord of the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf had completely calmed down during the battle, and instinctively thought about a question that he was extremely concerned about.

Morgan.

His sisters.

Lord of the Second Legion.

It is also the emperor's appoint, and he can reasonably bring the characters around him for a period of time in the future.

A man who seems to be capable, but doesn't have the arrogance of being independent, and has a legion that already works closely with his Shadowmoon Wolves...... Genoplasma.

……

The return of a blood relative naturally made Horus feel instinctively happy, but ......

Can he ...... in these capacities? Find something that works in his favor.

Horus couldn't help but start thinking.

At the first moment of learning of Morgan's identity, Horus actually had a kind of panic: the main force of his fleet, the main force of his [power] second legion, those elite Terra veterans who have many mysterious weapons, may not be his strength from now on, but will be close to those already powerful dark angels: this even makes Horus feel some kind of new pressure, some kind of pressure about invisible competition.

However, when the emperor's new orders followed, an idea also came to Horus's heart: his brother Johnson had never been a master of interpersonal affairs, and it was not a big problem for Horus to bring his blood sisters closer to him.

So, if he succeeds, won't it be his [strength] whether it is the Second Legion or their powerful genetic protoplasm?

After all, the Shadow Moon Wolf has been fighting side by side with Morgan's children for decades, and the two sides have long had a bond, and since Morgan will be learning by his side, it is very simple to let this legionary bond affect the friendship of the original body, so that she can become his best friend.

A moment ago, the wolf shepherd god, who was still worried about the impact of the genetic prototype on the legion, would damage his strength, but now he can't help but be glad that the connection between the original body and the legion allows him to have the best way to win over Morgan.

It's a pity that Marshall's part of the Second Legion fleet has been summoned by the Emperor, otherwise, he could have started some layout and planning immediately: since Drione's departure, Horus had actually gathered intelligence and information about Morgan.

The more you collect, the more amazing you are.

This made him even a little envious of his brother Johnson, who had such an excellent assistant, a [palm print] person.

Even though it was Horus, he would not deny the abilities of the Palm Sealer.

However, it seems that this Seal Bearer is not the exclusive domain of Johnson: whether it is Morgan, who has already shown his ability, or her valuable Second Army, accompanied by an order from the Emperor, they no longer seem to be out of reach for Horus at this time, and it can even be said that they are within reach.

Horus tilted his head, and he saw his own blurred face reflected on the smooth wall, and he laughed, the corners of his lips curled.

Whether it's St. Giles, Chagatai, or Motarian, the wolf shepherd never thinks he has too many friends.

And he didn't learn more in his titular hometown of Ksunia, but he finally understood some truths:

What can be won is naturally in your own hands.

A seal of Horus, a new friend, a new supporter, a powerful arm, a blood relative whom he could trust, gather, and use his power when necessary.

Sounds great, doesn't it.

——————

By the time Morgan learned of Horus and Mortarian's visit, she had already left her common room and had even recovered her body.

At this moment, the Lord of the Second Legion was in the room belonging to the Lord of the First Legion, sitting in the seat belonging to the Lord of the First Legion, surrounded by officers who were trusted by the Lord of the First Legion.

Coswayne, Arachos, and Astrand, the most powerful Astarte warriors, bowed their heads in the face of the majesty and power of the Genetic Prototype, reporting to their work and listening to orders as if they were facing their Genetic Father himself.

After all, the time for laziness and enjoyment was extremely short, and after Morgan regained her strength a little, she also had to step out of her own small world and manage the operation and repair of the Dark Angel Legion.

Morgan's children stood on the side of the room, somewhat surprised by what they saw: their Mother of Genes sat in the center of the First Legion, casually dispatching all the dark angels as if she were the mistress of the legion.

On the contrary, the dark angels were accustomed to this, and when the Johnson heirs who came in saw Morgan's tall body, they showed a kind of sigh of relief.

In the past ten years of war with Ran Dan, Morgan's figure quietly came all the way to the core of the First Legion from the edge of the Glory Queen's battleship, until this time, in the absence or sleep of Johnson, this [Soul Drinker] lady will temporarily take over the responsibility of the Lord of the Legion, reviewing all kinds of questions and reports, which is already a strange thing for the dark angels.

Although she still did not have the power to meddle in the long-standing orders, the daily operation of the legion and the simple dispatch of military units were no problem for her, and when the identity of Morgan's genetic prototype spread in a wave of silence among the Dark Angels, her temporary governance went more smoothly.

For the arrogant Dark Angel, listening to the words of a mortal and listening to the commands of a genetic agent was a very different feeling and thing: at the very least, it would make some old antiques with a bad heart instinctively feel better.

The Soul Eater, the one who had made their unimaginable achievements in the war, the one who could stand beside their genetic father, the so-called mortal who had even rescued them from their desperate situation again and again, was in fact a genetic protologist, a person who should be stronger than them.

It's so much more comfortable to think about it.

The officers from the various companies and the Knights came and went, rubbing shoulders and reporting their contents, and although they had no more reverence for Morgan, they still maintained a posture of great respect, which even made the real Morgan sons pout, and for a moment, they felt as if they were a group of visitors.

But such a strange aura, with the visit of the two genetic prototypes, disappeared without a trace: Hector and the others were taken to the door by Morgan, and the dark angels were also driven to other places.

"Adult ......"

Coswayne wanted to say something, but Morgan just waved his hand.

"You should be by your genetic father's side, aren't you, Akau? 】

Coswayne was silent for a moment, then bowed respectfully and took his leave.

When Johnson's most trusted heir had just disappeared around the corner of the hallway, the figures of Horus and Mortarian had already appeared in Morgan's field of vision.

——————

"Morgan! My sisters! ”

"I know it's a little late, but: welcome back!"

Horus remembers meeting his first brother: none other than the wolf king of Fenris, who led a horde of filthy barbarians to meet, meet, and shake hands with him for the first time in a shining temple of the sky.

He remembered that Riemanruth had called him "Boss" at the time, a very Fenris-style title.

Truth be told, Horus didn't really welcome his brother at that time, he didn't adapt to the dilemma of sharing his father-son relationship with the emperor with others, and even more, he actually raised some ...... Not so wonderful advice.

But Horus didn't want to go any further into the memories of those things, which were already in the past, and the current wolf shepherd god was a friend of every one of his blood relatives: and for some of them, even more so.

As for the one in front of him, there will be no more exceptions.

In Horus's eyes, his sister seemed to have some restraints: she was a little too short for a genetic protogen, and she didn't even have a sufficient height gap compared to the Astarte warriors.

But that's not a problem.

Horus wanted to hug, but when he walked up to Morgan, he found that his sister did not have the same intentions: she stood there in some silence, as if she was worn.

She never seemed to have experienced such a passion between blood relatives: it was a matter of course, and how could the Lion of Caliban know such things.

Horus smiled, he didn't have the slightest embarrassment, but took advantage of the situation, in the most silky gesture, from hugging to shaking hands.

"It's a shame that we didn't really know each other until this time, but I'll do my best to make up for the shortcomings: Morgan, my sister, I officially introduce myself once again, I'm Horus-Lupekar, Lupekar from Cthunia, the genetic prototype of the Shadowmoon Wolf Legion, and the commander of the Legion."

[Morgan, I'm Morgan.] 】

Her voice sounded a little slight, perhaps because of the change of identity, she was still a little instinctively uncomfortable, compared to the calmness of talking in the sky above Drone, Morgan now seemed a little too careful.

[You have commanded my legion?] 】

"It's a time to be proud of, Morgan, and, from now on, I'm going to be with you, side by side in the galaxy, for the empire we built together, for our father."

Motarian's soft hum came from his ears.

[Fighting side by side? Like me and Johnson in the Zandan War? 】

"Yes, I will teach you everything about the Empire, including all the in-depth knowledge that only we can know, and I know that before that you and Johnson had done your best in this war, and that you had missed the opportunity to receive these teachings."

[Is this the emperor's will?] 】

"You should call it a father."

[Ah......h

Finally, Morgan laughed.

[Swapping identities is not an easy matter, Horus, I think it will take me a while to get used to.] 】

The wolf god laughed, and it was an incomparably open-minded laugh.

"It's okay, my sister."

"I will only have endless patience with my blood relatives."

As she spoke, Horus's palm stretched forward, and Morgan stretched out her hand: her hand was much smaller than Horus's, and it looked very cold, as if a small piece of ice had fallen in the boiling ocean.

She still hadn't adapted to the communication between her blood relatives, Horus thought.

Evidently, Johnson never wanted to have more bonds with his blood relatives, and he was content with a distant mutual appreciation, like an arrogant knight content with the sharpest swords hanging on the walls of his castle rather than holding them in his hand at all times.

Johnson was undoubtedly an idiot in this respect: but what did it matter, it was only a good thing for the wolf herder.

Horus smiled, he didn't stop shaking hands immediately, but continued to ask some of the questions he had prepared for a long time: these questions were the most sincere, Horus did care about the situation of his blood relatives, and that kind of heartfelt family love made him do it, but the wolf shepherd god was accustomed to mixing something more realistic in his sincere feelings.

The wolf herder could feel that with his words and smile, the restrained ice slowly melted in his palm, turning into a stream of water that was equally warm.

This made his smile more and more sincere.

——————

Horus's words didn't stay on him, and he quickly shifted the topic to Motarian, who was on the sidelines.

"I found some soul-nourishing items for you on my [Vengeful Spirit], my sister, I heard that you consumed too much in the previous war, I don't know if Johnson had the same for you, but I brought them anyway."

"Mortarian is determined to ensure their safety until they are in your hands, and not to be misled by his countenance, Morgan, our brother once admired your merits......"

"I've never said that! Horus! I'll never admire any wizard or psionic dregs! ”

Mortarian, who had no more words or greetings, just rushed all the way to Morgan like a brute bull, and almost threw the box to the ground: but fortunately he did not do so, but shoved it into Morgan's hand in an attitude that could be called indifference.

"Don't lie for me, Horus!"

He snorted roughly, then shifted his gaze to look at his blood relatives in embarrassment.

The Lord of Death looked down at his sorcerer's blood relative, his breathing mask-wrapped lips squirming, as if he wanted to say something to meet, but eventually disappeared into the poisonous fog of Barbarus.

Horus's countenance stiffened for a moment, then regained before anyone could sense it.

"Motarian, he's just a little ......"

"Enough, Horus!"

The Lord of Death waved his hand, interrupting his brother's last attempt to continue repairing his relationship with Morgan, and he looked at Morgan, and with a very serious and serious expression, he tried to restrain his anger and arrogance as much as possible: this was his affirmation and acknowledgment of Morgan's undoubted achievements, and he would not hide it.

"You did something in the war, something I don't want to deny, but that's not something to brag about, you've just done what any Imperial warrior should do, don't be complacent there."

"I'll keep an eye on you, Morgan, I'll keep an eye on your witchcraft."

"You'd better pray that you don't make the same mistakes as those wizards, or else you'll ......"

"Don't expect me to show mercy."

He spoke of it in a soft, cold prophecy, and then, after glancing at his blood relatives again, he turned around and left without hesitation.

Holding a box full of psionic gifts for psionics had already made Motarian furious to the extreme, and if it wasn't for Horus's request, he would have exploded long ago.

Morgan blinked as he watched Motarian's figure disappear into the end of her vision, neither angry nor otherwise useless: Morgan didn't really feel anything about the Lord of Death.

His soul was not something to care about to her.

The smell of decay on it had gradually lingered, and Morgan would not be stupid enough to seek that kind of food.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she let her eyes wander over the minions of Horus.

Sey, James, had been watching her, and when he noticed Morgan's gaze, he smiled and saluted, neither too reverent, nor too playful, maintaining a kind of indifference that was indistinguishable from before.

Abaddon's gaze met Morgan briefly, he seemed to instinctively think of something at that moment, but the next moment, his gaze rose again.

Well...... Abaddon is still Abadon.

Such an Abaddon is actually quite good.

The rest of the Shadow Moon Wolves didn't even notice Morgan's gaze, but they were ......

Well?

The Spider Empress's vision lingered for a second on a mediocre Shadowmoon Wolf.

He looked like an unusually mediocre figure who wouldn't even be remembered, but when he noticed Morgan's gaze, he just tilted his head and tilted his head to show the same smile.

Hydra is immortal......

She seemed to hear some kind of murmur.

"Morgan."

Horus's words interrupted the Spider Queen's continued observation.

"Forgive me my brother."

The wolf god sighed, and two breaths were active in his heart at once: the failure to reconcile Mortarian and Morgan's relationship, and the joy of being able to take the opportunity to further assert his image.

They are not contradictory.

——————

The conversation between the Wolf Shepherd and the Spider Queen continued for a while, and the conversation ended when it came to a galaxy that wasn't too far away.

"Before the official attack on Tux, Randan's fleet seemed to have been in that system for an unusually long time, and there were obviously some problems in this, some problems worth exploring."

"You and I, and my legion, will be the advance force, and our father will be there soon, without further ado, I think we can go now."

Morgan listened to Horus's words and nibbled on Horus's gifts, her mind recalling the galaxy Horus had mentioned.

She thought about it for a moment.

I thought about what could exist in that galaxy, I thought about Horus, I thought about Johnson.

She didn't think much of it.

——————

Johnson opened his eyes.

Then he jumped up.

"How's the war going......"

Anxious inquiries rampaged through the mouth of the knight king of Caliban, but as he got up and made his rounds, his questions quickly disappeared into thin air.

He found himself in a hospital room, surrounded by the most advanced dark angels: their armor was free of the smoke and dust of war.

In an instant, Johnson figured out where he was going.

“…… Ran Dan was defeated? ”

He rubbed the corners of his eyebrows.

Coswayne took a step forward.

"The Emperor has led an army that includes the Forbidden Army, the Shadow Moon Wolf, the Death Guard, and the Mechanic Cult, and has already killed the ruler of Ran Dan......"

The battle was absorbed by Johnson in the briefest way possible, and he nodded, and then asked about the Legion.

Several knights looked at each other, and then reported one by one in a low voice.

The more he listened, the more John's brow furrowed.

It's such a mess, how did Morgan ...... during his slumbering

Wait a minute.

"Where's Morgan?"

The lion queen consciously looked around her left and right, but did not see her blood relatives.

"Where's Morgan?"

"Hmmm......"

Coswayne was stuck, but the First Legion's genetic protoplasm didn't particularly care about the answer, he just waved his hand.

"Wherever she is, call her, I need her help and assistance."

With that, Johnson continued to rub the corners of his brow, the pain of defeat haunting him, and the chaos of the legion made the trouble a little heavier.

He needs Morgan's strength.

As long as Morgan comes, as long as Morgan handles these things with him, as long as Morgan can initiate ......

"My lord."

Finally, Coswayne spoke, and this was a difficult passage that needed to be done with a few dark angels around him.

"Mr. Morgan......

"Morgan, she ......"

"Morgan, she's not on the Indomitable Truth...... Mistress Horus took her. ”

“……”

“……”

“……”

Coswayne touched his neck, he felt the heat.

Johnson picked up his helmet.

Trembling hands.

——————

"Coswayne."

"Astrand."

"Allachos."

"You stay."

"Others, get out!"

(End of chapter)