Happy people always have the same joy.

And unhappy people tend to have different frustrations.

Even the Astarte warriors, even the genetic prototypes, and even those who are stronger than them, cannot escape this pale and ridiculous law.

By the time Ahriman figured this out, he was already standing on the wide, cold tarmac of the Polaris as an envoy of the Fifteenth Legion.

A steady stream of dawnbreakers circled around him, as if the gray-white water had been cut by the scarlet rocks in the middle of the river, and all of the Morgan's sons revealed a physiological trait derived from their genetic protogenes: light-colored hair, and cold-colored eyes.

The Son of Magnus looked at them, at these battle brothers from the Second Legion, who also exuded psionic energy, and he subconsciously counted their numbers: more than nine hundred, but less than a thousand.

The reason for this was because Ahriman knew that at this very moment, all the psionic Beings of the Dawnbreaker Legion: the Sons of Magnus, who passed by him, instinctively wanted to know how many of their kind would be on this ship.

While the Lord of the Second Legion was carrying out her visit to Prospero, Morgan sent all her psionic children to the surface of this world, all to the city of Tizca, and she gave the order in the presence of Magnus, who were in the Great Pyramid of Light of the Crimson King, admiring his writings on the communication and perception of various creatures in the subspace, and the possibility of interaction.

Magnus would have liked to hear that more Daybreakers would be coming to Tizca instead of just thirty retinues, the indecisive observer of subspace had an almost natural trust in his blood relatives, and even in Magnus's eyes, it was best for Morgan to bring all his children to Tizca City to enjoy its prosperity and splendour.

Immediately afterward, the Crimson King sent more of his heirs to receive the second group of arriving Dawnbreaker visitors, while he himself ordered the mortal servants to prepare a room for his blood relatives to spend the night: Magnus was ready to stay here for a few days, talk with him at night, sleep on his feet, and explore, study, and explore the fantasy of the subspace.

He had wanted to do this for a long time: in the eyes of the Crimson King, scholarship could not be too lonely, especially after his subspace with the Lord of Humanity became a lingering memory, and Magnus had been waiting for an opportunity for others to travel together in the subspace again.

Even Magnus knew that this was a fantasy: a powerful figure with the same intelligence and rationality as him, and the same understanding and indulgence in subspace as him, the probability of his appearance was enough to be called a fantasy even if you looked at the whole galaxy.

But today, the fantasy has come true.

How could this not make him happy, how could it not make him excited, how could it not make his beating heart thump, wantonly accumulating infinite affection for this blood relative?

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[My blood relative. 】

[It has been an eye-opener for me to be here, and I can even guarantee that each of my sons will be shocked by every plant and tree in Tizca until they are speechless. 】

【Impressive day. 】

[But ......]

[Sorry, brother. 】

[I'm leaving.] 】

[Now, right now.] 】

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But, alas, Magnus's illusions were quickly shattered.

When the Genoplasm of the Thousand Sons told his blood relatives about the great future plan, he realized that he and Morgan had spent dozens of hours together, and for a visit, it was a time to take a break anyway.

But Morgan's request went further: the Genogen of the Second Legion, in a tactful, friendly but resolute manner, intended to end his trip in Prospero and return to her fleet to sail to a farther destination.

For a moment, Magnus even wondered if he had inadvertently angered this rare blood relative and bosom friend.

Is it because the knowledge he tells is not profound and profound?

Is it because the success he shows is not successful and shocking enough?

Still is...... Tizca City, not brilliant and great enough? Not prosperous and brilliant enough? Haven't shown the power of subspace yet? Is it not enough for his blood relatives to identify with his great ideals from the bottom of their hearts?

A thousand worries flashed through Magnus's mind until Morgan smiled and pulled out a letter, a beautiful reply from someone else.

The letter came from the Iron Lord of Olympia, Perturabo.

The letter clearly states: "Long before Morgan returned to her legion, a few Terra Standard Months, the Spider Queen had made a pact with her Iron Brothers.

They would have a meeting at Olympia to discuss the cooperation of some of the legions, and according to the schedule, if Morgan delayed in Prospero for a few more days, she might not be able to make it to the appointment.

With that said, Magnus did not force his blood relatives to remain.

Morgan took the letter in his hand, slowly came to Magnus, took his hand, patted it, and the sunlight cast the shadows of the two genetic prototypes clearly on the white stone wall of the Great Pyramid of Light, just like the mythical Goethe and Mephistopheles.

[Actually, I really want to stay here for a few days, Magnus. 】

[In these dozens of hours, I felt more shock than I spent in the ten years of the Randan War. 】

[In the Randan War, I witnessed the power of the emperor. 】

He is the master of the sun and the stars. 】

He is the king who can decide between empires and worlds. 】

He is St. George. 】

He is King of Asa. 】

[He is Hercules who walks in the mortal world, grabbing the head of the serpent of Hydra. 】

[He slaughtered gods and monsters, the anthropomorphism of Dusk, and with a raised hand, the Leviathan from another empire, another hegemony, and another throne was cut down in blood and madness, turning it into one of the countless corpses under his throne. 】

He is so great, so strong, he dares to dream about grand things that millions of people dare not imagine, and sets off an expedition across the galaxy. 】

[In the galaxy, there are not many things that our fathers dare not do. 】

[But what you have done is still something that even our father can't imagine. 】

Do you know what that means? 】

[Whether it is the city of Tizca, or your legion, it has opened my eyes, I never dreamed that in this era, I would see these scenes in front of me with my own eyes, these can be called shocking existences, these are enough to make me cry silently, speechless beautiful melody. 】

[But you did, Magnus, you did it all, and you aspire to do more: I don't think I have the wisdom to judge what you've done, but I believe in one thing, Magnus.] 】

[The day you succeed, when Prospero really becomes the bridge between the subspace and the real universe as you said, and allows the psionic energy to awaken into the shadow of humanity. 】

[Trust me, Magnus. 】

[Whether it is our father, or most of our brothers, or even their followers and children, and those who represent the endless mortal auxiliaries, the fleets of the entire galaxy, and the will and power of the entire empire. 】

[They will all come to your Prospero, they will bring endless flames and shocks that resound through the heavens and the earth, and the whole Prospero will be completely overwhelmed by the waves they have set up. 】

[Everyone will whisper a thousand sons, they will whisper Prospero, they will whisper your name Magnus: then, for a long time to come, maybe no one will be able to call you by your name, and you will become some kind of code name and symbol, a special being that even the bravest people will not easily mention. 】

【You...... See what I mean? 】

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Morgan looked at Magnus.

Those blue pupils, flashing dangerously, stared directly at the stupid and helpless brother.

Driven by some inner emotion, in some minimum of pity, in the pursuit of the last benevolence, she looked directly at her blood relatives and gently spat out this almost revealing language.

“……”

“……”

“……”

Magnus was silent, thinking, and for a moment, he seemed to really listen to Morgan's words, and really could grasp the flickering truth in these words.

The Spider Empress even felt herself hallucinating: a glimmer of true wisdom seemed to shine through the silly clear pupils of her blood relatives.

But the next moment, with that familiar and annoying smile, returned to Magnus's face, Morgan knew that it was just an illusion after all.

Yes, Magnus figured it out.

He "figured it out".

The genogen laughed, he stepped forward, grabbed the hand of his blood relative, and patted it with relief and gratitude.

"You're right, Morgan."

Morgan looked at the smile in front of her eyes, and suddenly had a very uneasy feeling: her instinct told her that the string of words just now did not seem to have an effect.

Or did they not seem to work the way she thought they would?

Before she could finish thinking about all this, Magnus's clear emotion slowly came to her ears.

"They won't call me by my name anymore, and that's true, Morgan, I really wouldn't have thought of it if you hadn't reminded me."

"Our brother Horus is revered as the god of the wolf, and our other brother, St. Giles, whom all will call an angel or archangel, is worthy of all this, for their fame has overshadowed their original name, and their great power and great deeds have made it all possible."

"If that day comes, when my great ideals are realized, I will be like them, and people will no longer call me by my name, but a title, a title that symbolizes respect and love."

"Like you said, Morgan, I really need to think about what I should be called?"

【……】

【……】

Morgan raised an eyebrow, and she glanced very seriously at her blood brother.

【You...... Is it serious? My Magnus? 】

The Crimson King smiled, and there was a palpable hint of shyness in his laughter.

"Oh, Morgan......"

"Although as a scholar, theoretically, I shouldn't care about this kind of false name, but you know, in a sense, this also symbolizes the glory of the Thousand Sons Army, and I should really pay attention to it, not to mention, the title of the Crimson King is indeed not very satisfying......"

Magnus smiled, lowered his head, and touched his neck, like an introverted researcher who was embarrassed by the most straightforward compliment.

【……】

She wanted to sigh.

She wanted to take a deep breath.

She even misses the lion a little.

The Spider Queen blinked, and she looked at the self-conscious, self-indulgent genogen in the beautiful fantasy of the future, and once again fell into a brief doubt: was this Magnus's true feelings, or his superb acting skills, which were impossible to distinguish?

Was he playing tricks on her?

But in any case, Morgan decided to give it one last touch.

That's not the point, my Magnus. 】

Morgan's words seemed to be accompanied by some kind of sigh.

[You should listen carefully to the middle part of my words. 】

[My Magnus, the title is not really a problem.] 】

[It's them.] Our fathers, our brothers, and those mortals. 】

[They will come to Prospero: they will surely come when you realize your great ideals. 】

[They will bring flames, they will bring shocks, they will bring waves, and that may ......]

She hesitated.

[Hurt your legion, and everything in front of you.] 】

【……】

By Morgan's standards, this statement is a bit too blunt.

But even so, before the Spider Queen's self-condemnation of recklessness could emerge, Magnus's hearty laughter had replaced his previous shy whisper, and crackled in Morgan's ears.

"You don't have to worry, Morgan."

"I had expected all of this for a long time."

The progenitor's chest was snapped by him.

"When I decided to start this project a long time ago, I had already expected all of this, and they were already in my expectation!"

"As I told you, even among our brothers, even among the best of our fathers, there are incorrigibly stupid people who are rebelling against the power of psionic powers, ignoring the true future, and using their shallow perceptions as chariots."

"I know what they will do, and I know what they will do when my great plan finally comes to fruition on Prospero, when this world becomes a conduit and a bridge between the subspace and the real universe, and becomes a safe eyeball."

"Flames?"

"Of course."

"Of course they will come, and they will carry with them the flames, with the fire in their hearts, the flame that burns with endless jealousy, savagery, and fear, and that has burned so many great explorers."

"They will let their flames, let the cry of savagery, let the tide of ignorance, sweep over Prospero, and they will be desperate to devour this kingdom of reason that leads to a true future."

"They may demagogue, they may spread rumors, they will force psionics to the opposite side of the multitude, they may pour vicious slander into the ears of our emperor, and they will tell my great plan as a wicked and stupid deplorable sacrifice in the presence of all."

"This is their fire, the vile flame of their hearts."

"Thanks for the reminder, Morgan, the word flame is indeed a good description of the gossip that will happen to me."

"But I expected it a long time ago."

"It could be a meeting, a meeting of them, where they would want to put a judgment on me, to put me on the charges they had already written, to stillinize my great ideals, to devour the true future of humanity with the vile flame in their hearts."

"Just like those conservatives on Terra, in the most distant past, burned the so-called witches with their flames, they will put the same thing on me."

"Don't worry, Morgan, I've been prepared for all of this, I'm ready to face the flames in their hearts and mouths, I'm not afraid!"

"I'll fight them!"

"I'll win!"

"And start a new future!"

Speaking of which. Magnus raised his head, his countenance so solemn and composed, like a forerunner who was going to die for the truth.

"Meeting!"

"Debate!"

"Even sending those savage little forces to burn down my library, to intimidate my people, to scare me back."

"I expected it all."

"Neither I, nor the Thousand Sons, nor everyone in the city of Tizca, will be afraid of these acts, and we will hold high the banner of truth and the future, and with irrefutable speeches and truths, we will expose those who hide in the shadows to the earth."

With that, he looked up, as if remembering an old story.

"Do you remember a fable we discussed earlier? Morgan? ”

【…… Shadow in the Cave? 】

"Do you really remember?"

The corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

"The flames burned outside the cave, scattering light and shining into the cave, giving shadows to the people who lived in the cave, but those people couldn't see the flames outside the cave, so they saw the shadow as something that existed in the first place."

"And now, I am the one who walked outside the cave, I am the one who picked up and understood the flame, and I will take the flame and go back to the cave and tell them the truth of the world, and the falsehood of the shadow."

"Of course they will be terrified, of course they will attack me with vile language, and they will even want to throw flames on me to prove their vicious thoughts: these are things that I have known for a long time."

"I know them, just as I know all the truths of this world, and all the fates of this world, so I have nothing to fear, Morgan, for the flame cannot hurt me, nor can it hurt my legions."

"After all, even the most vicious flame in the world is so insignificant compared to the devastation brought by fate, and under my leadership and salvation, my legion has already overcome the test of fate, not to mention the flames."

"Even if they do force me to go to the flames, I will go to Nirvana in the flames, and use the hard facts to crush those false lies and stupidity."

The words of the original gene were a kind of light and fluttering, the most high-spirited self-confidence, and there seemed to be something very different from Morgan's thoughts in his vision and brain, which blew his tone lightly into the sky, and could not fall again.

In the face of Morgan's words so clear that even mortals could feel that something was wrong, Magnus couldn't hear the profundity.

Or, some of his arrogance and thoughts made him take it for granted that he understood the meaning of Morgan's words in his own way, and he didn't even bother to think about it, as Morgan, to think about Morgan's most rare words, benevolence and righteousness.

At this moment, Morgan even had a hint of insight, and she even figured out why this was.

At the end of the day, Magnus was just a scholar.

And scholars, in many cases, are not actually a compliment.

It has been thirty years since the original genome of this thousand sons returned to the empire, but he has never really fought a war in the strict sense of the word, and his experience of blood and fighting, and his understanding of the cruel and ruthless truth of this world are even inferior to Morgan, who has just returned.

His knowledge of the world, his inferiority to human relations, his future trials seem to be confined to the flames of his heart and the great debate he fantasizes about.

Yes, in Magnus's mind, the worst that had befallen him was nothing more than his father, who had listened to the rumors, called a great judgment, and gave him a rightful opportunity to debate.

His words can conquer all of this. Therefore, he had nothing to fear.

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Ultimately.

With the long rest and replenishment of the Thousand Sons Legion, with Magnus's smooth sailing since his birth, with his innate and most powerful strength.

The current Crimson King is just a child who has never even fallen on his heels.

Morgan raised her head, and when Magnus didn't see her, but looked at the distant city of Tizca, expressing her ambition, the Spider Queen's face returned to its original coldness and rationality for a moment. And that rightfully indifference.

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So be it.

She did her duty.

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For Morgan now, her only hope for the Prospero brother is to see what kind of wonderful drama he will put on for herself in the future.

But......

There are still some things to do.

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Ideas are ideas,

Work is work.

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Magnus heard a sigh from his blood kin, and from that short, slight sigh he heard a certain admiration for his boundless knowledge and ambition, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

[So be it, Magnus.] 】

You convinced me. 】

Magnus giggled.

"Don't be so discouraged, Morgan, my dearest blood relative."

"Actually, to tell you the truth, for so many years, you are the only person who has been able to talk to me so deeply, and the only person who has been able to raise your concerns so clearly, even my proudest children and grandchildren, who can no longer maintain a clear mind after such a long communication and exchange."

"Of all our brothers, you are second only to mine in wisdom and knowledge."

She thought about it, and seemed a little shy, but also a little grateful.

[This is actually your credit, the merit of Qianzi, my brother, after all, the time that my Qianzi lived in made me have and understand this wisdom. 】

Magnus laughed.

"You're embarrassing me. Morgan, I don't dare to covet this credit, you've only been in my army for less than two years, and it's not a long time anyway. ”

[No, Magnus. 】

True wisdom, true teaching, and enlightenment have never had anything to do with the world. 】

[The flickering of the moment when the wise man comprehends the truth is enough to outweigh the useless work of the wasted people for decades. 】

[Every moment I have spent with you and the Legion of a Thousand Sons is more precious to me than gold, precious stones, and all the treasures in the world. 】

[Whether it was when Li Xingxing was in the time, or now, you have given me an impression that will never be forgotten, some truths that I may take decades, hundreds or even more to discover, in the Thousand Sons Army, by your side, I only need a moment to see them clearly, clearly. 】

After all, the most important thing for true wisdom is never the passage of time, nor the amount of material value it can bring. 】

[It's whether it can light up that light in people's hearts and open the way forward at that really important moment.] 】

[Epiphany is a momentary thing. 】

Just as you did here in Prospero, my brother. 】

Just like the City of Light you built for everyone. 】

[At the very least, you've really helped me a lot with me, Magnus. 】

[When I saw what you did with my own eyes, I thought that I was finally truly sure and understood. 】

What is true wisdom? 】

What is true rationality? 】

What is the true truth of the world that I should strive to practice and that I should try my best to abide by. 】

[In you, I see it. 】

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She wasn't lying.

She was telling the truth.

Every word, every note in her shocking words is the most sincere words from the bottom of her heart.

Magnus stared closely at the face of his blood relative, recognizing the words, and he finally came to this conclusion.

That's Morgan's heartfelt words.

There is no problem with this conclusion.

Because, what Morgan said was really all heartfelt words.

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Magnus's laughter had never been so high, cheerful, and excited.

For a moment, there was even a sincere teardrop, rolling in the eyes of the Crimson King, which was the tears that any wise man would shed when he saw his light finally shine on someone else's body. That is the most sincere joy that is no longer alone.

What more needs to be said?

There is nothing more to say.

In excitement, in joy, Magnus said goodbye to his blood relatives, and ended this short, inter-legionary exchange with some regret and satisfaction.

Almost without thinking about it, he complied with Morgan's request, and the commander of the first company, Ahriman, became the official envoy of the Thousand Sons Legion, and was about to make a trip to the Dawnbreaker Legion, a long period of mutual learning.

The Genoplasma of the Thousand Sons even waved his hand and promised Morgan's next hint: Ahriman would stay under Morgan and would stay in the Second Legion. Until the Thousand Sons Legion returned to the Great Expedition again.

Until then, he will fight alongside Morgan, with the Dawnbreaker.

It's going to be a long time.

And this is the last question that the two genetic protogens discussed.

As the question ended, the psionics of the Second Legion, who were wandering the avenues of Tizca, shocked and wide-eyed, looking at the wonders in all directions, were captured by their mothers one by one and stuffed into the planes returning to the battleship.

Magnus made it all the way to the space station, and on the tarmac of the Radiance where he and Morgan met again, he said goodbye to his blood relatives.

Although Chiko didn't seem to have much to do with the legions, the King of Prospero did his best to pull a batch of psionic books from the Great Library of Tizka that he thought would help the Dawnbreaker.

These books were the work of him and his children, and now they are donated to the Second Legion as a group of the most important materials in Maas's heart.

The Scarlet King was pleased to see that both his blood relatives and her heirs had accepted these precious gifts with the most serious countenance.

And at the end of the separation between the two parties, Morgan recited the incantation. As she was about to return to her ship, she turned her head to look at her blood relative's still smiling face and hesitated.

Or the last words were spoken.

Perhaps, you should think about it, Magnus. 】

"Consider what?"

[Consider some of the dangers.] 】

[Do you remember what Perturabo once said?] At that time, it was just the three of us. 】

[If there are certain places in subspace that even the emperor doesn't dare to explore, then why should we go?] 】

Our father may not want you to explore some places in subspace. 】

Magnus laughed.

In his pupils, a layer of brilliance flashed.

Morgan saw it clearly.

That's hopelessly arrogant.

That's a pathetic stupidity.

It is a kind of ignorance and madness that can only be formed in deception, in playing, and in the smooth sailing of being blessed by a higher level of existence.

"If our father really doesn't want me to explore it all."

"Then he'll tell me, he'll tell me plainly."

"After all, his love for me is unique."

"But the truth is ......"

"He didn't tell me."

"He doesn't think it's something to worry about, Morgan."

"And I, too."

(End of chapter)