"Look, Morgan, the most simply painted Glory Queen's battleship is the Tenacity of Mortarion, the toughest of our brethren, as the name of his ship bears."

"Mortarian will stand firm in any pain and desperation, he will never be struck down by any of the worst tortures in the world, and if you fight alongside him one day, you may not get along very well, but you must not worry about his loyalty on the battlefield."

"I hope you can get to know each other again, Morgan, I know you and him have some unpleasantness with him, but after all, from now on, we are both commanders of the war for the emperor and the empire, and we are also blood brothers who follow our genetic father together, I don't want the slightest friction in the past to affect your relationship with Mortarion, you are not evil people, there is no need to go astray in misunderstandings."

In the dim stars, there was a constant glint of light that could not be seen by the naked eye: and in this light appeared one after another, the warships from the various legions, and the most powerful warriors and noblest demigods on the ships.

At least three primordials and more legions are pouring into the system: whether it's the somewhat sullen Motarian, or the newly awakened heroes of the Randan's war: Riemanrus and Vulcan, all of them are surrounded by their respective legions and heirs, and they are crossing the vast ocean of storms and treacherous things brewing at all times, answering the call of their genetic father to come to this desolate galaxy that has no name.

These three primitives, plus Horus and Johnson, who were around Morgan at this time: the entire five Genogenites, and the dear Lord of Humanity himself, will be guests and supporters of a vast mother-son reunion, witnessing the Second Legion's oath of allegiance to their Genotypes.

And now, although the show has not officially begun, these distinguished supporting characters have already entered, and the original ships have easily broken free from the shackles of the world beneath their feet, and roam freely among the stars, their bright or dim shells reflecting the light of the stars, scattering a rain of sparkling metal.

And in the splendor of this starry lake, the wolf god took his newest blood sister, to the hill before the entrance of the underground passage, and stood under the canopy of the sky without the atmosphere, to identify and explain to his sisters the warships that came one after another, and the owners of the warships, he was like a treasure, and told each brother in the most cordial language.

He was the first to mention Motarian, his closest brother in the group: the wolf shepherd had long remembered Morgan and Mortarian's unhappy experience in the Drune system, and his heart trembled for the conflict between his blood relatives, and he had a genuine fear: whether as the emperor's eldest son or the wolf herder, Horus did not want to see an irreparable conflict break out between his blood relatives.

The Shadow Moon Wolf's genetic protoplasm quickly swept past the Pale King's ship with his gaze, and he looked at Morgan to the side, looking at the blood relative who was barely up to his shoulder, and considered his tone very seriously.

The wolf shepherd was caught in a tangle, a tangle that was very common to him: Horus's heartfelt desire to reconcile the conflict between the two blood relatives, which was formed by the instinct of love and duty for blood relatives that sprang out of his noble heart.

Of course, in the shadows, this surging sense of responsibility also has a small shadow that belongs to Cthunia: in Horus's eyes, Mortarian is undoubtedly the closest of his many brothers, and in the subconscious of the wolf god, Morgan, as the master of the second legion, will also become a figure with Mortarian in the future, and will become a blood relative worthy of Horus's additional trust.

Then, when there are some visible contradictions between these two genetic prototypes, the wolf shepherd god impregnated in the gang atmosphere of Ksunia naturally ignites a consciousness of being the core of the team and maintaining the stability of the small group, and this consciousness is mixed with sincere love for his blood brother, and it turns into a mediation effort that makes Horus full of motivation.

It's just that when this kind of effort is put into practice, it makes the wolf shepherd doubly dilemma: Horus, of course, can't think of a way to reconcile the two, after all, the reason of the wolf herding god clearly told him: compared to the kind and reasonable sister in front of him, the distant Motarian is the more stubborn and more difficult to deal with.

Even Horus himself did not have the confidence to concede the Lord of the Death Guard in terms of psionic powers, and he was unwilling to dabble too much in this regulation, which made Motarian disgusted him.

Since Motarian can't do it, will Morgan's side be a breakthrough? But the gentle blood relative in front of him doesn't seem to have any additional reasons to give in, not to mention, he Horus doesn't want to be the first to speak first......

Too many thoughts poured into the heart of the wolf shepherd god in an instant, making Horus frown at these things that seemed to have nothing to do with him: family affection and interests, greed and miserliness, all kinds of contradictions entangled in Horus's heart, and he fell into a kind of spiritual strife.

And this kind of inner strife is already commonplace for the wolf herding god: since the lord of the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf wants everything, then he naturally needs to think about everything, and thus falls into endless thoughts and boredom.

In this commonplace boredom, Horus could not think of suitable words for a while, and he could only let out a soft sigh as he looked at the fleet that was getting closer and closer.

"My next words may make you angry, Morgan, but they will be my sincere words: our brother Mortarian is not a wicked man, he has only become extremely stubborn because of certain experiences in the past, he does not hate you, he does not hate his blood relatives as the Primitives, he is only deeply hostile to psionic powers and the like."

"I don't expect a strong friendship between you, but I hope you don't look at him with hostility, and I'll try to convince Motarian that you may never be friends, but you are blood relatives after all, and you will eventually fight side by side in the future, and Motarian may never be a close friend to talk to, but he definitely deserves to be trusted and trusted in any battle, and he will never be knocked down."

"You can stay away from him, but I hope that one day, when you go to the battlefield of suffering with him, you can choose to trust him: trust him, he will always be trustworthy and trusted, just like every one of our blood brothers, they are the stars in the sky, even light years away cannot stop the bright light on them."

The soft emotion of the wolf god echoed softly in Morgan's ears, and the Lord of the Second Legion tilted his head slightly, feeling and observing these words with his eyes and will.

And whether it was her gaze or the probing in her heart, it was clearly and visibly reciprocating a message: when Horus said these words, he was sincere, and as the head of the primordial body, he was the most sincere persuasion and proposal to his blood relatives.

The wolf god looked up at the sky, and in his golden pupils was a light that was pure and bright enough to make people feel guilty.

…… Interesting.

Morgan blinked: with the help of her almost forgotten ability to spy on people's hearts, Horus's heart clearly appeared in front of Morgan's eyes in this unguarded emotion: the wolf shepherd god did have darkness in his heart, but above all the darkness was a sun that was unimaginably full of enthusiasm, suppressing these obscure thoughts that were never restless.

But the most interesting thing is that when Morgan took a second look, she was stunned to find that the sun did not actually belong to Horus, it was an imitation and learning of Horus a long time ago, he imitated a real sun, and in a long time of adaptation and self-supervision, he became the radiant wolf herding god in front of him.

became an artificial sun.

Morgan thought with some malice that her malice came from some kind of uneasiness in her heart, for the Spider Queen sensitively noticed that when Horus's sincere and sincere emotion reached her ears, her heart did loosen for a moment, and for a moment her spirit and heart agreed with these words, and then enjoyed the future with her blood relatives.

……

…… What weakness.

After reacting, Morgan scornfully spat on herself at that moment, and she spat unusually firmly, as if she was doing her best to show her true position.

The blue pupils flashed a trace of disgust in the corner that no one saw: it was disgust for the weakness in the heart, and the fear of the wolf shepherd god in front of him.

The wolf shepherd is indeed a very powerful and majestic figure, and his words seem to have some kind of magic, accompanied by his sun-like brilliance, which unconsciously affects everyone.

Few were able to refuse Horus.

But Morgan is that minority.

On the surface, the Spider Empress maintained a perfect countenance: her facial features were a little stiff, and she had a lag in her response to her brother's words, which was a very reasonable thing, after all, she had just met her genetic father, and even if it was a genetic protogen, she would feel a long sense of loss because of it.

At least in Horus's eyes, it was very reasonable, and the wolf herder kept that impeccable smile, patiently waiting for his blood relatives to laugh at his words slowly, and then, in a flat tone, affirmed.

Your words sound so impeccable, my brother, what more can I say? 】

Morgan seemed to be laughing.

[I will, I will try to be friends with every brother, but I think this needs your help.] 】

It was a simple request, and Horus laughed, and without the slightest hesitation, he accepted, and in the hearty laughter of the wolf herder, Morgan lowered his eyebrows, and admonished himself again in his heart.

——————

Remember, Morgan.

You're a spider.

Hungry spiders.

In your eyes, there will be only food, possessions, and threats in this world.

That's all.

Don't think much more, those that shine in your heart, whether they are your children or your brothers, are precious things.

They need your protection and care because they are worth a lot of money, and their damage will do you more harm than good.

That's all.

——————

The Spider Empress persuaded and tortured those abominable weaknesses in her own heart, and in her ears, warm words from Horus followed.

"Look, Morgan."

"That's the fleet from the Space Wolf Legion, our wolf brothers."

"Riemanruz."

"I remember you've fought alongside him more than once, right? That guy is reliable on the battlefield, but at other times it's a bit of a headache, and I want to ...... in the first place."

The wolf herder pointed to the rugged fleet of the space hunting group, and seemed to have endless enthusiasm and stories, but at this moment, his only audience rolled his eyes and softly cut off the words of the wolf herding god in a hindsightly tone.

[Riemanruth, he's here too?] 】

"Yes, our wolf brothers."

[I've fought alongside him, he's really impressive, I can still remember some things about him, especially those battles at Duran, it was like it happened yesterday......]

Morgan slowed down her words, and Horus, as she had imagined, shifted his gaze from the sky to her face, the face of the wolf shepherd god waiting for a story.

The Spider Queen, who had quietly pinched the conversation, smiled at her brother, but she didn't intend to continue, but slowly turned her head.

During the time she was talking to Horus, there seemed to be another Primordial who had remained silent.

——————

[Actually, I can't explain it very clearly about Duran, Horus. 】

[After all, at that time, I was only a member of the war, and I had not yet learned the wisdom and heart to overlook the whole war, so my narration would not be very exciting. 】

So, why don't we listen to Johnson? He was the master of war who trampled Duran under his feet. 】

Morgan moved slowly, smiling, whispering, her vision accompanied by her impeccable words, and a natural arc in the cold air to the turquoise pupils.

——————

Johnson stood there, silent.

He's been in this posture for some time.

The three primordials had come together on the low hill, and they were standing in a straight line: Morgan was in the middle, and she was flanked by a lion and a wolf on her left and right.

But despite this, the conversation was always between Morgan and Horus, because when the three primordials had just arrived on the hill, the wolf god excitedly pointed to the fleets that were gradually emerging from the canopy, and called out the titles of the most famous warships.

The Wolf Shepherd knew the history of the warships, legions, and genotypes, and he kept telling them, the stories in his mouth, the smile on his face unmistakable, and the wisdom and enthusiasm to keep the conversation going seemed to be inexhaustible in his broad chest.

Horus's words lingered among the arriving Primordial brothers and their most well-known offspring, occasionally interspersed with some excellent examples of the Praetorian Army and the Mortal Auxiliaries, and whenever the wolf shepherd spoke, time would flow all the way to the fantasy years when the Great Expedition had just begun, a relic that the other two Primordials had failed to witness and refute.

On the other side, as Horus murmured to his sister, the Lord of the Dark Angels maintained an overly serious countenance: but if you looked closely, Johnson's lips squirmed from time to time, as if looking for the best opportunity to join the conversation.

Every time Horus started a new topic, the Caliban would be eager to search his heart for what he knew.

Mortarian and Vulcan...... Ah, he couldn't talk about this, he really didn't know enough about these brothers, and he hadn't even met.

Death Guards, Salamanders, Praetorian Army, and those mortal legions...... He had heard of some of their battles, but they were well-known clichés, and even Horus only laughed them off in his opening remarks.

As for the names of those battleships and the battles they went through...... Damn it!

He is not Horus, the genetic prototype of the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf has returned early, so he naturally has a lot of time to learn these useless things, and he rushed to Ran Dan at the beginning, so naturally he has no time to care about these things......

The male lion roared in his heart, and it was a kind of unwillingness and anger brought by a silent defeat.

He roared in anger.

Until he heard Morgan's words.

It wasn't until he saw the pair of blue-blue pupils that he was most familiar with, accompanied by a soft sigh of emotion at the word "Duran", that he met his gaze in the cold air.

Duran...... Riemann Ruth ......

Johnson was silent for a moment, he raised his head, only to see Horus also paused at Morgan's words, and the wolf shepherd's gaze looked at his brother, the eager eyes that awaited a story.

The Lion King let his gaze glance vaguely glance at Morgan and Horus, and then he lowered his head.

Begin to double down on the gut-scraping.

Duran Duran Duran Duran ......

Think about it, what happened in that place?

Let him think about it......

Johnson squinted his eyes, letting the things he remembered most well-read ripple in his heart like waves, and the one he remembered most about Duran was......

and Riemannus's clash in a naval battle.

and Riemann Ruth in a land battle.

and Riemann Ruz in the post-war conflict.

……

Fuck that gray-haired bitch!

Johnson's face tightened, he could not speak of the conflict with Riemanrus and the Space Wolf Legion, which caused him to fall into a certain irritating rhythm in the doubling of his gut-searching and frenzy, and his complexion became gloomy at an imperceptible rate, like a large piece of meat being burned.

Instead of looking directly at Horus's inquiring and puzzled gaze, he subconsciously looked at Morgan, but quickly avoided it.

But that's enough.

The Spider Empress maintained a now-distinctive, hindsightful smile and scratched the wall bitterly in her heart.

This guy who dropped the chain......

Although Johnson didn't make any hints to her, Morgan could still think of his thoughts: Wasn't he worried about breaking the secret with Riemanruth?

When Johnson was so anxious that he couldn't think of words for a while, his pupils would blink twice in a fixed pattern: this was Morgan's discovery, and she didn't even tell Johnson.

Whenever this happens, it is necessary for the chief of staff of the 1st Army to take a step forward.

Morgan smiled and lightly clubbed Horus's abdominal armor with his shoulder.

[Our brother has forgotten a little, and the noble man has forgotten a lot, after all, he has just finished the entire Randan War. 】

Horus smiled, nodded, and accepted Morgan's words, and before the wolf shepherd could have any new ideas, Morgan's [unconscious] words drifted to his ears.

[But I do remember something, about Duran, what impressed me the most was their king, Riemann Ruth cut off his head with his own hands, and that guy was even provoking Johnson before he died.] 】

Morgan whispered, her eyes rolling as she saw that Horus's attention was still somewhat focused on Johnson, and she added a sentence inadvertently.

Do you know, Horus, the king of Duran, who even calls himself emperor? 】

“！”

In an instant, the words shifted Horus's attention to Morgan.

"The Emperor? It's true? ”

[Of course.] 】

Morgan agreed, and then she nodded a little distressedly, as if pondering the details: until she saw that Johnson's face had returned to normal, and it was clear that, with the silent reminder of the Spider Queen, the Lion King had already thought of what he could say.

Duran's tyrant, that's really a topic that doesn't have any secrets.

Looking at this scene, Morgan's words were mixed with a hint of distress.

[Hmm......]

[I did forget a little, when I killed the tyrant Duran, my mind was not on that, it was disturbed by the war situation, you know, Horus, I only remembered my identity during the Randan War, and it was a long time after that, I learned a lot about the original body with Johnson. 】

[War, fighting, reason. 】

[As you said, Horus, our brothers are always so good, I believe your words, because I see these dazzling places in Johnson's body.] 】

When the Spider Empress slowly responded to Horus's previous words, accompanied by the affirmative smile of the wolf herder, the Dark Angel's genetic prototype finally sorted out its thoughts and took a step forward.

Johnson's face was filled with a palpable delight: it was the same from Morgan's words, and he began to tell the story of the tyrant of Duran.

This time, there were no more surprises, until the Lord of Humanity and his Palm Sealer walked out of the underground passage, and what he saw was still three blood brothers who were comfortably discussing.

Seeing this scene, even the Lord of Mankind beware, there was a fleeting warm current in his heart, and he opened his mouth to call.

My eldest son. 】

Along with the emperor's words, Morgan could clearly feel that the lions and wolves on her left and right sides trembled in unison, and then invariably turned her gaze and looked in the direction of the emperor in response.

【……】

The Lord of Humanity was silent for a moment.

He turned his head slightly, as if nothing had happened, and this was only exchanged for a silent glance from the palm of the man under the hood.

At this moment, the emperor's gaze swept over Morgan in the crowd, and he suddenly remembered something: he remembered Morgan's original role and function.

Maybe......

It's time to give it a try.

(End of chapter)