In the eyes of the knight Bayar, his genetic mother is not an extraordinary human, but a god in uniform who walks in the mortal world.

At the first glance of her, the kind knights of the ancient bloodlines of Europa thought of the ancient myths of the family collections: the people of the mountains who walked among the worlds, the heroic goddesses who ruled every bloody battle and duel surrounded by eagles and thunderbolts, who were strong, intelligent, and possessed the strength and faith of their reckless and irascible blood brothers.

Athena, Minerva, Durga, Valkyrie, Sekhmet......

Distant names that symbolize the glory of war, slaughter, and victory were sung in Bayar's heart, because when he first saw his genetic mother, he had seen the blood of the gods of ancient mythology emerge from the yellowed scrolls and stone statues and stand vividly in front of him, becoming the object of his destined allegiance.

Yes, with just one glance, he can swear to any solemn being: the mother of his genes, who is by no means extrahuman.

She is not an invincible commander, she is not a powerful king, she is not an alchemist and inventor with extraordinary power who can light up countless miracles under the moon.

She is not the great of these hustle and bustle.

Because......

She's so much better than that.

She was much more noble and noble than the greatness of these mortals, a gap that could not be described in any human language or description, like the sun that peeked out from the top of the mountains, looking down comfortably at the world of the land in a dazed and ignorant state.

This is not a lie, Bayar can use all his experience and glory: the glory of being the first soldiers of the Second Legion, the decades of bloody struggle under the Lord of Mankind to unify Terra, the tens of thousands of alien bones cut down by his own hands in the Great Expedition, and the victory of all the true sword duels taken from the hundreds of champion warriors and veteran company commanders of all twenty Astarte Legions.

His original body, the mother of his genes, is the greatest being in this ethereal galaxy, a human demigod who has transcended the real universe and roamed in a sea of will and spirit.

Perhaps, only the boundless light of the Lord of Humanity could slightly obscure her existence, and only eclipse her divine aura.

Bayard was convinced of this, and the more he looked at his genetic mother with a respectful gaze, the more convinced he was of the idea that the trials and tribulations of the Legion were so worthwhile, for they were rewarded with such a great heir to an emperor.

In Bayar, in Marshall, in Diarmoud, in the eyes of the most serious warriors who had once been divided into the First Fleet, the mother of their genes was a perfect appearance, a goddess of military uniform, worthy of all glory and heroism.

Morgan: She stood there, on the wide, ancient tarmac of the Polaris, pacing slowly in a calm arrogance, examining the Dawnbreakers lined up in front of her.

The hundreds of people in front of her: they were not the legends and heroes of the legions, the creators of glory enough to stir up a wave of adoration among the young warriors, but now they were no different from a group of new blood who had just completed their transformation: excitement and joy, worry and trembling, all the same in their weathered countenances.

And in front of them, their great genetic mother was only a stone's throw away, and every warrior could clearly see the appearance of the Lord of the Second Legion, and they could clearly see the shining colors that symbolized force and authority.

She stood before them like a goddess of victory: taller than the average Astarte warrior, but not a formidable giant, and when she looked at them, her gray-blue pupils undoubtedly contained all the promises, wisdom, and heroism of the cosmos.

The original body had a solemn demeanor, a goose-egg-like face with a straight Greek nose, thin lips pursed, and bright silver hair in a bun on her ivory skin, and she wore no armor or shield, but a crown on her head, and a spear decorated with night owls and snakes, silently telling the laws of war.

This is what Morgan looks like to these veteran knights, and this is the mother of genes in the eyes of the warriors of the First Fleet: a god of mercy and heroism, a saint who holds high the flag, a symbol of victory who can guide them in the direction and the future, and who can triumph in the toughest wars.

There is no doubt that for these warriors in their purest form, this is the most perfect genetic prototype in their hearts and dreams.

And in their eyes, Morgan is what she looks like, and she has been like this since they first saw their genetic prototype on that nameless planet.

From their reunion to the present, she stood in the womb of the Queen of Glory, slowly examining her overly excited offspring.

But she did not seem pleased with this, though on the face she seemed to paced in front of each of them with the utmost kindness and majesty, and her steps and trajectories were carefully calculated to ensure that every soldier who was being reviewed would take a proud step forward as she passed, and report aloud his name and number, his position and his company.

She bowed her head, listened, looked at her offspring one by one, gave responses and answers, and repeated it hundreds of times, without the slightest dissatisfaction, showing unprecedented patience and compassion as a genetic protogen.

But only the most sensitive fighters, such as Marshall and Bayar, who were always following behind the original body, could tell from Morgan's fingers that she was not happy with the event.

This can't help but make their hearts, which have been fighting for more than a century, feel the shock and panic that they have not felt for a long time.

But fortunately, their genetic mother persevered with impeccable gentleness until she listened to the enthusiastic self-introduction of the last warrior, and then slowly stood in front of everyone and softly gave the order to disband and return to their posts.

Leaving only the two knights who were a little apprehensive, they still followed behind their genetic prototype at all times, and walked all the way into the inner corridor of the [Polaris] [Polaris].

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Compared to the famous "Emperor's Pride" and "Red Tears", the ancient flagship of the Second Legion is like an ancient castle that has lasted for thousands of years: majestic, solemn, full of glory and time, but in another way, it is undoubtedly a crude war machine that is monotonous and lacks aesthetic art.

The wide, long cloister was painted in a cool color that had not changed for thousands of years, and its color was infinitely close to that of the stones used to build the fortresses and walls, and perhaps only the purest knights and non-commissioned officers would have liked the cold and hard colors that stretched for thousands of meters.

The columns, which are used as supports and only decorations, have the same skin as the walls, and it is impossible to distinguish them immediately.

Underneath these already stubborn things lies an even colder reality: the floors are pure hard steel and stone, and only in the most marginal corners are there some rough decorations like the Imperial Aquila, which show the unforgiving beauty of the philosophy of pragmatism.

And in this corridor, which has no rest or glory, enough to make even the strongest warriors feel breathless, there are also some wonderful treasures: as Morgan slowly walked to the middle of the corridor under the gaze of the two restless children, she smiled and greeted the Dawnbreakers who had the privilege of being stationed here at this time, but other than that, all her attention was focused on the treasures that appeared suddenly on the walls.

Reliefs, paintings, texts......

All the ways and means of art imaginable by man, like a playful sun leaping out from behind the dark clouds, suddenly emerge from the bare walls without anyone noticing, and the first work is placed in the middle of the corridor, depicting the hardships and victories of the Battle of Rylith decades ago: in that battle, the emperor personally protected his wounded child Horus, and held out until the strong army, including the Second Legion, came to his aid.

One of the finest reliefs tells the story of all this, vividly showing the heroic battle of the Second Legion at the side of the Emperor and Horus, and in the next work, time seems to have been reversed to Neptune......

In this way, in a way that slowly regresses time, the ancient history of the Legion flashes before the eyes of the original genome, from the Great Expedition to the solar system, from Mars to Terra, countless battles and sacrifices slowly flow through the pupils of the Lord of the Legion, as if Morgan is swimming against the current in the long river of time, exploring the regrets and glory that she will never be able to experience.

This time, without an abrupt end, the dazzling array of statues and portraits stretched all the way to the other end of the corridor, all the way to the Siege of Samarkand in the War of Terra Unification: it was the first appearance of the Second Legion, the first time they had fought in the name of the Emperor as the jerky allies and students of the Dark Angels, and the faces of Marshall and Bayar were among the most valiant warriors.

Seeing this, Morgan already understood what was going on: when the battleship had just become the flagship of the Second Legion, the first reliefs appeared at one end of the corridor, and at that time, these works of art were born in a kind of ambition: every soldier believed from the bottom of his heart that the statues and scrolls they used to record and recall past victories would extend from one end of the corridor to the other.

But the heavens did not grant it: when the long epic of this grand epic extended only a small part of the corridor, strife and misdirection tore apart the legions, and there were no more great battles fought side by side, and more stories and records were lost.

Thinking of this, even Morgan didn't know what expression to use for a moment to express her feelings about all this, she just maintained that ancient and waveless countenance, and in the excited salute of the two guards, pushed open the door at the end of the corridor, and walked into the real core area of the battleship.

What appeared before her was a large hall of unprecedented proportions: it looked like a grand circular theater, with thousands of seats running from high to low all the way to the central podium, except for their different positions, the seats were not the slightest difference between them, except for the difference in their positions, except that those higher in the front clearly showed signs of activity, and those more on the edge had obviously not been used for a long time.

The two knights were still closely following their queen, and a faint uneasiness lingered all over them: Bayard was more obvious on this point, and Marshall, as for Marshall, it seemed that there was nothing to fear him.

The Lord of the Second Legion didn't have the heart to play a dumb game with her two heirs, she randomly chose a place in the middle and sat down, looking up at the meeting hall with almost no ornaments, while waiting for her heirs to stand in front of her.

"Your Excellency."

Marshall, who was the first to speak, his old face and snow-white hair, formed an unusually sharp contrast with the handsome and dashing Bayar on the side: it was hard to imagine that as Astarte warriors, they were the same age, and even Bayar was the older one.

Morgan didn't reply immediately, she waved her hand casually, conjured two seats in front of her, and then, in a silent but firm attitude, she sat the two heirs on the chairs, and the Genogen of the Second Legion looked at her two children in silence, and then smiled.

[Do I look scary?] 】

You are always so serious. 】

Marshall was still there with his face on his face: as if he had only one expression, and the handsome Bayard was shaken by the words of the Mother of Genes, and he shifted his position in his chair with some uneasiness, and opened his mouth to prepare some respectful words.

But before that, Morgan had already raised a finger to signal silence.

I know what you want to ask, I am your mother, and I know you. 】

She smiled, a smile that made a little ill of her mind: but in the vision of the two heirs that had turned reality away, it was the kind smile of the graceful goddess.

[If you want to ask what I think of the review, then I can give you an accurate answer: I don't like it, although I can understand it. 】

It took her about a second to look at the blink of gloom and loss on the faces of the two heirs, and then she slowly changed her words.

[However, I can understand your intentions and good intentions, and I am also very satisfied, and I can meet and remember my best children in this way, and rely on them to have a real first impression.] 】

[Here, I thank you. 】

[Marshall, Bayar. 】

[I thank you. 】

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It's not good.

Morgan sighed inwardly.

She found herself almost enjoying the sensation: the feeling of watching her children accompany her words, with the faintest change in her tone, while the sun rose in their chests, the storm rolled, the sudden change without ceasing, was mesmerizing.

Even interacting with her blood relatives could not make her feel this rather amusing state of mind: it was as if trolling with the hearts of her children could make her feel a heartfelt vile pleasure.

She likes it.

But deep down, Morgan also secretly reminded herself not to take this mentality too seriously: every Daybreaker is her precious private property, and unless they are so bad and stubborn that they are beyond cure, she doesn't need to let herself be lost.

Morgan knew that she didn't love them, she didn't love her children.

They were just her treasures, a treasure that needed to be cared for with her care.

That's all.

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As a thank you, let me tell you something. 】

She smiled, moving her fingers casually, as if she were playing with an invisible coin.

[You may have seen my other blood brothers?] Oh, you've certainly seen it. 】

[Then you should also know that each emperor's heir has different hobbies and personalities, and we are not exactly the same template products, in our hearts, we have our own tendencies and identities. 】

[And I am a more practical person than my brothers.] 】

[I don't care much about the glory and praise of others, my children, although your sincere words will still make me feel heartfelt happiness, but there are some things that will make me feel joy and joy. 】

[That is the pragmatic attitude, that is the real factual progress, that is the style and intrinsic style of seeking truth from facts. 】

[Every work done is the best compliment to me, every feasible plan will make me feel happy and satisfied from the bottom of my heart, I know very well that you have the love and respect for me in your heart, and I can also tell you that the best way and way to express this respect is to complete the tasks and events one after another, that is, a visible brilliance, with the joint efforts of all of us, rising from the ground. 】

[Fate has brought us together in this gloomy midnight, and it has also made you feel worried and worried, worried that I will be sad for those not glorious pasts. 】

But I won't, my child. 】

[Wouldn't it be tragic if I fell to the point where I needed the support of my children to find my place in this galaxy and the so-called glorious mortal words? 】

[Past? Lonely? Disappointed? 】

[Nope! 】

[Don't care. 】

[All of you! Don't care. 】

[I don't have any contempt for the glory of the past, for the traditions you uphold, I know that the things that can be left behind in these difficult years must be precious treasures, and must be fine wines worthy of my learning and affirmation. 】

[And for those past, those mottled memories, those unworthy years that have been gone, let them disappear at this moment, be forgotten, and be swept away by the breeze brought by your reunion with me. 】

[It was a lost decades. 】

[But it doesn't matter, from now on, let's join hands to create new memories and futures, this is the greatest meaning of my coming to you.] 】

In the boundless darkness, we will move forward in support of each other until the light of dawn appears on the skyline. 】

I don't know when that ray of hope will appear. 】

But until then, I will stand at the forefront of all of you, for I am your mother, and it is my birthright and duty, and I have been absent for so long that I don't even want to have any meaningless conversations, so that our family affection can be picked up and remembered little by little in the battle side by side, my children. 】

Now, let's get down to work. 】

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[First of all, I hope that Marshall, you can gather the leaders of the other fleets, they should come here, I need you to bring the true leaders of them, that is, you and Bayar in each fleet. 】

I will meet them, and then I will give you and them, a task, a real task. 】

[It's going to be a long and arduous task, Marshall.] 】

Our fleet will go south, across the solar field and the maelstrom, to my home planet, where I will build the foundation and everything needed for the legion to grow again. 】

[And during this period, on the way we advance and fight, I will not make any big moves on my legion, I don't like to build while groping, I will first observe and evaluate the legion. 】

So, I need your strength. 】

In the old knight's impeccable courtesy, Morgan's words seemed a little light.

[I need you to reorganize the council of the Legion, reunite the forces from the various fleets, and once again make the internal management of the Legion functional, and I will still entrust the Legion to you during this time of my observation and evaluation, Marshall. 】

You deserve my trust. 】

Don't feel lost, Marshall. 】

[As I said, I don't care about the past and the dark years, and I don't care about your plan for failure: that's nothing, no one can never make mistakes, and a failure is not a reason for me to deny your abilities and deprive you of your loyalty. 】

Let me say it again. 】

[From the moment I returned, from the moment I accepted my children: your allegiance, I have decided to take on all the things of the Legion: the past, the tradition, the loss and the glory, I will bear and face all this with you, and I will do my best to accept the past of the Legion and let you accept the new wind I bring. 】

[From this moment on, from that moment on, each of you does not need to be sad for the so-called past, everyone is a new blank sheet in my heart, a child waiting to be observed and loved, I will give each of you enough trust, enough tests and enough stage to let you show your best side. 】

Since you have chosen to be loyal to me, I will naturally reward you for all your efforts and tolerate all your past. 】

After all, I am your mother, the mother of your genes. 】

[What mother will not pay and expect for her children? 】

(End of chapter)