The Polaris is a dilapidated and aging behemoth whose life and history are even older than the Expedition itself.

It is a gift and product of the beginning of the run-in between Mars and the human empire, and it is an extremely unstable old dragon full of countless experimental technologies and ferocious methods, it is so ancient and weathered that even the Martian ministers who oversaw the casting of it have already returned to the feet of Omnisiah in a dangerous expedition.

But when its majestic twenty-five kilometers long body was among the gray stars, even the most arrogant opponent would not despise the hideous minions of this seemingly sleeping old beast that had been dripping blood for more than a hundred years, nor would it rashly make a deadly declaration against the Void Fortress that was loaded with thousands of Terra veterans.

The Imperial Behemoth, built only after the Indomitable Truth, has not been truly maintained for far too long, but that doesn't stop it from single-handedly tearing apart a large fleet or scorching a unified galaxy at its peak: it can do these things when it is mired in oblivion and division.

And now, when its destined sole and only master finally landed on the pale grey decks and corridors, and finally turned her gift into a new name, and first united the torn legion.

When the Ice Queen, who had made the entire Second Legion bow down and strangle all strife and thought with her own hands, was finally able to slowly inspect her best of her descendants from the ancient bridge of the silver arc of light against the sun and meteors.

After more than a hundred years of waiting, the powerful engine of war, which bears the name of the oldest guiding light in the voyage and journey of mankind, has finally ushered in its last and most important part:

A supreme will, a firm core, a majestic king.

Whether it is a legion or a warship, their past successes and failures, the rise and fall of honor and disgrace, are no longer important, after such a long wait and tempering, they finally received the most important reward: a human demigod walking among them, a unique star that is enough to sign, lead and entrust all the future, and lead them to the sea of stars again.

Whether it is the scars of the past or the fragmentation of the past, it has now turned into a laughable gray memory in front of the glorious future, and the Legion has once again been united, this time, they will never be separated, and they will be unstoppable and invincible.

Such arrogant, confident, and ambitious thoughts may seem difficult to produce in the hearts of a group of warriors with different minds and barely gathered together, but at this moment, every powerful and serious Dawnbreaker is so convinced from the bottom of his heart that there is no other reason than that their powerful and loving Mother of Genes is slowly walking before them.

In front of her silent, calm, graceful and powerful like the bright moonlight; Before her smiling, loving, and most harmonious and tolerant countenance, any desire for the future, any distant view of the stars, will involuntarily indulge in the endless faith and encouragement brought by a smile under the blue pupils.

The one who stood before them, the one who smiled at each one of them, was the Queen of the Dawn, it was Morgan, the giver of legions and genes, it was their mother.

She is the majestic goddess of war, she is the sassy galaxy hunter, she is the smiling all-powerful witch, she is the contemplative king of the shadows, she is the wise leader of all nations......

She is the master of the great legion.

In the eyes of each of the new dawnbreakers of the Second Legion, their genetic mothers seemed to be completely different, and along with the differences and thoughts of these warriors from each other, they saw different imperial daughters: these images were all the most worthy of following and trusting in their eyes.

But there is one point, but it has become the consensus and conviction of the entire Dawnbreaker Legion in silence.

All the suffering is no longer worth remembering and trembling about, all the worries have crumbled like fragile thin ice under the scorching sun, and from this moment on, they will be the luckiest of all the legions.

For these Dawnbreakers, with their superhuman senses and bloodline instincts, a short word, and a series of actions between them, were enough to determine their situation and luck:

They have a genetic protogen.

A true mother.

A brilliant Hecate.

A powerful Dawn Lady.

A great ...... The King of Nirvana.

——————

Under the watchful eye of the Emperor and the five silent Genotypes, Morgan's reunion with her heirs in this nameless world was solemn and simple, without any fancy or tedious steps and procedures, and after the entire Second Legion had succumbed allegiance to their Mother of Genes and received a new name and future, it was all over in effect.

At the end of the day, Motarian took his father's leave, and the fleet of the Lord of Death's guard vanished as quickly as possible at Mandeville Point, joining up with the main force of the legion that awaited him for the next war.

The Lord of the Eighteenth Legion was the second to leave, and after confirming to Morgan again and again that he had no place to help, Vulcan selected a sleeveless bust from his treasury that could be adjusted at will, as a friendship and memorial to his sister in this short but determined battle, and also a thank you to Morgan for fighting bravely in the Zandan War and protecting countless imperial soldiers.

The Lord of the Nocturne felt uneasy and guilty about this gift that was too humble in his eyes, and his large hands gripped his fragile blood relatives tightly, and made an extremely solemn promise: when Morgan visited the Salamander Legion, he would definitely give a real gift.

The Wolf King of Fenris left almost at the same time as the Lord of the Fire Dragon, and he laughed and gave his sister a case of the purest Fenris, as a gift of friendship and reunion, the King of the Space Wolves said no more, his wild face was still covered with real scars, and a few new serious glances added after talking to the Emperor in a low voice.

Riemannus patted his blood relative's overly fragile shoulder, swaggering to ensure that his promise was still valid: in the Wolf's Tooth Castle, Morgan had his own honored seat, and in the meat depot and wine cellar of the Fenris, there would be enough food and wine stored at any time to welcome a welcome feast in the name of Morgan, and psionic energy would never be the reason why the Lord of the Second Legion was given a cold reception in the ice and snow world, because it had broken the natural distrust and vigilance of the space wolf with its own actions, Gained enough power to be a guest.

By the time all three of them had left, the wolf shepherd had just finished his somewhat long conversation with the Lord of Humanity, and Horus's handsome face was revealed by the repetition of the affection between father and son, except for a bright smile, making him seem as if he were born to have all the pleasures, the purest of carnival gods.

The Shadowmoon Wolf's genetic protogenone shares the joy of reuniting with his sister in the most sincere manner, and he wittily hints at several good ways to get closer to the Astarte warriors, some of which even Morgan never thought of.

At the end of the sentence, the wolf shepherd even had some sadness: the emperor himself gave him some missions, which made him and Morgan, who decided to return to his home in the southern part of the maelstrom, doomed him to make the way, but Horus still swore that a large amount of supplies would be sent to the Second Legion as a gift to his blood relatives, and that an elite team of Shadowmoon Blue Wolves would serve as the ambassadors of the wolf herding god, and fight alongside the Second Legion for the next few Terra standard years.

Horus's figure slowly vanished in a series of conversations and blessings, along with the silent Lord of Mankind: where no one could get close, the Emperor and his daughter uttered the last few words, enough to make Morgan ponder for countless days and nights.

And it wasn't until the Queen's Dream had disappeared into Mandeville, and it wasn't until the newborn Dawnbreakers, under the second command of their Mother of Genes, began to return to their ships one by one, that the voice that had stood in silence and ashes for too long stiffened its face and came to Morgan's side.

Johnson's silence was due to many reasons, but one of the most important was that when Vulcan's bust, Riemanus's liquor, and Horus's oath appeared in turn before him, the champion swordsman of the First Legion remembered something that seemed to be very important.

Maybe...... Should he have prepared a gift for Morgan in advance?

…… Gift.

The word, which was almost never used, swirled around in the mouth of the King of Knights, and his words were jerky as he whispered the useless word.

He never thought he would think and worry about the word.

But the reality is this: at this moment, he is doing this, thinking like this.

Johnson's reflections were long, arduous, and groundbreaking, enough to be recorded in his biography.

But it's also useless.

Because he didn't think anything of it.

The knight king of Caliban stood in a hidden corner, until the last figure standing between him and Morgan slowly left, until the blue-blue pupils began to look directly at the turquoise eyes.

…… That's it.

Morgan......

Should know what she wants for herself.

After all, she's always been so worry-free.

Thinking so, the knightly king of Caliban took a step, three steps and two steps, and came to his blood relatives, who stood silently side by side, and in their vision there were only desolate hills and stars.

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Johnson came to Morgan's side, and stood like that, silent.

Beside him, the Lord of the Second Legion sat on top of the iron crate full of Fenris's wine, fiddling with the bust given by the Lord of the Fire Dragon, adjusting its size little by little.

The two Genotypes remained silent in this way, and at the edge of their sight, the senior leaders of the Second Legion who were still on the surface were quietly staring at each other with the Knight Captains of the First Legion on the side, and they were shocked to find that in each other's arrays, there were many old acquaintances who could trace back to the Unification War of Terra.

The two rows of Terra veterans looked at each other in a vague greeting with their eyes, but their movements did not escape the keen eyes of the genoplasm, and looking at the new warriors who had received the name of the Dawnbreaker, Johnson's mind slowly and with difficulty shifted to the Second Legion.

"Do you have any plans?"

After a long time, the fast-moving mind finally spat out the first sentence.

And at the moment when this opening sentence has not even landed, Morgan's plain and clear answer has already reached Johnson's ears: it is as if she has already guessed the question of the lion king and thought of the answer in the morning.

It's not that difficult: do you expect the Genotypes of the First Legion to start with a few fancy, funny, and just the right few pleasantries in the middle of a conversation?

That's impossible.

Morgan is pretty sure of that.

Because that's been her job for the last ten years.

But...... It's been 10 years.

Morgan's silent emotion, along with her concise words, quickly echoed and disappeared in the air that only the two genetic protogens could really hear.

[I will temporarily adjust my legion and heirs, let them maintain and maintain a self-management system, and constantly stumble and run in with each other until I select which people are usable, and then carry out the real reorganization and construction of the legion.] 】

[The shattering of the Legion is indeed a sad and bad thing, but from another point of view, the resistance to reform I face is also very small and weak. 】

[In the process, I will lead them out of the northern part of the galaxy and head to my home world of Avalon, which is in the southeast region of the Maelstrom, next to the five hundred worlds of Damocles and the Ultramarines. 】

[I will establish a foothold there to ensure that my legion can be truly replenished and expanded, and in the meantime complete the reorganization of the legion, and within ten Terra standard years, I will complete it all so that my Daybreaker can return to the Great Expedition. 】

[Ten years at most, I will lead a new legion and return to the Great Expedition array, so that I can once again fight for the Empire, so that I can once again explore the unknown stars, so that I can ......]

Respond to your call in a timely manner. 】

She laughed, accompanied by a fluttering word, but enough to leave another genuine scar on the armor of the King of Caliban.

Johnson's lips quirmed, as if he wanted to say something about the somewhat abrupt words, but in the end, he didn't say anything, and all that echoed in the air was the relaxed laughter of the Lord of the Second Legion.

[You think I can't speculate, huh? 】

[Johnson, my brother, I have been able to fight against Ran Dan side by side with you for more than ten years, have I ever been absent from any war? Or have escaped any life-and-death crisis]

In the face of this question, the genetic prototype of the First Legion was just speechless, and Johnson had to admit that in the fierce battle against Ran Dan again, Morgan was the hardest and most tenacious warrior like him, and the [Soul Drinker] had experienced far more bloody battles than Coswayne, Arachos, or any of the Dark Angel veterans of the Sandalwood Order.

This is the most important reason why the First Legion shows so much respect for Morgan, and every dark angel who has experienced the Randan War remembers Morgan's contribution to the war from the bottom of their hearts, so they are full of respect for her power and words.

Morgan's words followed her easy laugh, and she finally adjusted the bust, and it seemed that she was happy about it.

[Randan is still not gone, Johnson, their home planet still exists, and has the faint possibility of rising again. 】

[I understand you, Johnson, you will not let anyone take this mission, you will definitely see the destruction of Ran Dan with your own eyes, and even your dark angel, after the necessary rest and pursuit, it will take at least ten years to find Ran Dan's lair and carry out a complete war of extermination. 】

She spoke, laughing, and in her blue pupils flashed words that the King of Caliban could not refuse.

Take me, Johnson. 】

[When you decide to start this war of the end, summon my legions, summon my power, no matter where I am, no matter what I face, I will definitely respond to you. 】

[Morgan, will definitely respond to Johnson.] 】

The Lion King's brow jumped, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, holding back the desire for certain words to burst through his lips.

And in front of him, Morgan's smile has become something that should be said.

[Do not think that this is a plea, my brother, it is my right. 】

[Morgan is also part of this war of Randan, and I have the power and the right to witness the destruction of Randan, and the only reward I need for my strength and courage: the destruction of a terrible opponent. 】

[This is my power as a warrior, and the only reward I will ask for in this war. 】

This sentence sounds like what a dark angel would say.

Johnson thought so, and he was delighted by his own thoughts.

Thinking of this, the Genogen of the First Legion nodded his head in an unusually serious manner: when Johnson made a promise, he never bothered to express it in pale words.

With Johnson's nod, Morgan withdrew his gaze in satisfaction, her pupils swept over the Dawnbreakers, and at this moment, there was a trace of worry in her eyes.

The concern is so obvious.

It was so obvious that even Johnson could [catch] it accurately.

"Are you worried?"

【……】

Morgan pursed her lips, as if she didn't quite want to admit it, but under the insistent gaze of the King of Caliban, she slowly lowered her head, in a low tone that only Johnson had heard.

[Sort of. 】

"Because of your legion?"

【……】

The silence was taken as an affirmation, and the affirmation made Johnson happy.

Finally, before Morgan realized the problem, he found the gift he needed to give.

On the lion king's countenance, the smile was already somewhat obvious, and Morgan, who had caught a glimpse of this, breathed a sigh of relief under his worried face.

She didn't want to hint at anything more.

Finally, after another twist and turn in thought, Johnson finally spat out the words Morgan wanted to hear: Morgan had been waiting for this phrase since she knew she was going to reunite with her legion.

"You're a smart guy, Morgan."

"I'm sure you understand the ...... my legion has Surface strength and also know how to choose the best for your legion. ”

"Well, without involving those things, my blood relatives."

"I've got a gift for you."

"Go, go and see what your legions, your warriors, your pioneering plans, need."

"Every warehouse of the Dark Angel will be opened for you, and I assure you, you don't need to negotiate and negotiate."

"You just need to ask for it, and I'll take care of the rest."

Then give it to Cous and Luther.

In his heart, Johnson silently added.

(End of chapter)