"How's it going with Reza?"

[Perfect. 】

[They are smarter than I thought, stronger than I expected, and more ambitious than I thought. 】

"Another Mars?"

[Remove the word "another".] 】

[There will never be another Mars in this galaxy, just as there will never be another Divine Terra. 】

[In the hearts of these casting worlds, the most arrogant dream is nothing more than to make Mars their private property, and it is unthinkable to ban the planet itself. 】

"Private property? I thought that in their electronic pupils, Mars was a holy place? ”

[It is the holy land, and it must be held in your own hands. 】

[Draining the blood of generations for the sake of a world of special significance, or a city that seems unique: Haven't humans been doing this for a long time?] 】

"It sounds like a brutal act of greed."

[From beginning to end, greed has flowed in the blood of human beings, but here in this group of metal creatures who have no skin and flesh to cover their inner body, they are more obvious than others. 】

"Is that a good thing for us?"

In most cases, it does. 】

The majestic Ruiwei is now immersed in complete busyness: this space station is the pride of the Casting World Reza, a giant dock that can easily contain, replenish, and repair the Empire's largest expeditionary fleet.

Even from the dim void, the vast outer rings, deadly plasma-crushing arrays, countless space ports, giant maglev train tracks that extend in all directions, and the main road that can accommodate at least three or more heavily armed Imperial Knights are still a clear sight that can make people's eyes shine clearly, silently telling the power of the Forges of the Bound Stars as a casting world, and the greedy expansion of the Ruiza people for generations, as well as the majestic confidence that supports them to dare to secretly challenge Mars.

In fact, when her fleet first sailed into the Reza system and saw the magnificent steel satellite, Morgan had already made up her mind that she would agree to the Little Two-Headed Eagle Pact from the Forges of the Bound Stars and become Reza's friend.

If nothing else, the magnificent and magnificent galactic spectacle in front of her alone is enough for any careerist who is eager to show his strength in the Far Eastern Star Domain to woo or hold it in his hands at all costs.

Therefore, the talks between the Lord of the Second Legion and the Techno-Sage of the Forging World did not last long, as they maintained a high degree of agreement on the only core issue, creating an atmosphere of harmony.

As for the remaining details, they will not be paid attention to by these big people: since the sacred covenant has been made, then the elites under their command naturally have time to carefully investigate, or the price that needs to be paid by both sides in each item, or the responsibility that needs to be fulfilled.

And when these two covenants, engraved with the personal emblem of the Sage of Technology and Morgan's exclusive soul mark, were respectfully placed in the safest place, the main fleet of the Second Legion had already poured into Ruiweiyi's many spaceports in a swift but orderly manner like a school of salmon returning home.

They are carrying out a thorough replenishment and repair here, eliminating all the old wounds inside the hull, replenishing enough consumables and machine slaves, and replacing them with the most advanced and excellent plasma reactor in the whole galaxy.

It was a gesture of kindness from the foundry world, and a big undertaking that would take a long time, but with the cooperation of Reza's tried and tested technical priests and grassroots laborers, Morgan estimated that she would still be able to make it in time for that meeting with Perturabo.

In this way, the well-spirited Lord of the Second Legion separated her own wisp of will to supervise the follow-up discussion and summary of the covenant between her heir and the representatives of Reza, while she herself politely declined the mere invitation of the Techno-Sage and did not go to the main planet of Reza for browsing and sightseeing: both Morgan herself and the Techno-Sage knew that this invitation was only a superficial effort.

Although the covenant of the little double-headed eagle has now been largely finalized, just like the two heads of the real double-headed eagle, they still do not fully trust each other, and the road of cooperation between Morgan and Reza is still extremely long.

For the next few Terra Standard Days, Morgan did not go out, but happily cowered in her private residence, where she continued to refine her plans and ideas, and dealt with all kinds of requests and documents from Legion meetings and high-ranking officers.

And it was during this time, after a long absence, that Semiramis finally visited his subject again.

If you forgot who the long-haired queen was: she was a projection of Morgan's personal will that she had created with a fragment of her soul when she left her second home planet, to rule over her home planet and to take care of the trivial matters among mortals.

Now, with Morgan's fleet returning to Avalon, the operation is officially on the agenda. As the Imperial Governor of this world, Semiramis naturally has to report to his future Sovereign.

In fact, there is nothing to report: as a world with relatively rich natural resources, Avalon does not have any deep-rooted social hazards, and the only thing Semiramis needs to care about is to prepare the fresh blood of the Second Legion in advance.

And most of the time, the main duty of the Governor of Avalon is to accompany Morgan as the sovereign, chat and listen to Morgan's thoughts and ideas on some things.

It was also in this listening that a matter of the legion was reviewed by Morgan.

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The first batch of materials for the Psionic Force has been compiled and distributed, and small-scale trials are underway, and Zosimos and Mildin are busy gathering feedback from the fighters on these materials, as well as the role they can play and some of the problems that will arise in their actual operation.

The former members of the Second Fleet, led by Cortez and Pizarros, have finally inventoried all of their secret weapons stockpiles, classifying some of the deadliest and most powerful Nightmare Slayers, and preparing to hand over their only keys to their great genetic protogen.

Although the leaders of the former Fifth Fleet, who excelled in the shadows, also had their own place in the Legion Council, these Shadow Children were actually only responsible for the Gene Prototype alone, and all their documents and work reports would only be placed on the Gene Prototype's desk, not in the hands of anyone else.

There is also the Sixth Fleet, and they have finally brought back good news: the people who were lost due to the storm in the Damocles Star Zone have finally communicated with the main force of the fleet again, and these lost people are excited about the return of the genetic prototype, and they are extremely enthusiastic that they will give their mother a unique gift.

In addition to this, there are some little things that don't matter.

For example, the fleet led by Diarmuid sent back a message that they had successfully taken over some of the legacies of the Eleventh Legion, although some of it was ...... Odd.

Cortez, the former leader of the Second Fleet, also sent a request to Morgan: they wanted the main fleet of the Second Legion to make a turn on the rest of the journey, or to allow them to temporarily separate a small fleet and go to a planet called Katachan to do some necessary work.

In addition to these formal requests, Bayar, on whom Morgan relied on him, made a more interesting private request.

The old knight said that since the regiment had just completed its initial integration, and the newly formed companies were still running in internally, and friction and even fighting often broke out, so he asked for all the soldiers to be given a public place to reconcile conflicts and promote friendship.

In layman's terms, Bayard wants Morgan to allow the battleship's arena to be open 24 hours a day.

Although he did not understand the inevitable connection between the opening of the arena and the promotion of friendship between warriors, Morgan approved the implementation of this decree out of trust in Bayar.

At the same time, the Lord of the Second Legion gave another directive: she had hand-picked a few heirs and sent them to the Second Legion's office in Holy Terra, where they would live comfortably until the end of the Great Expedition.

The selection was completely random, and the returning Dawnbreakers of Divine Terra had nothing in common with each other: if anything was to be said in common. That's probably what they like to do when no one is around. Silently muttered [Hydra Exclusive] in his heart.

[Okay, that's pretty much it.] 】

Morgan flicked the last batch of papers in her hand, tossed them aside, leaned back in her chair, stretched rather lazily, dropped her boots, and put her feet on her desk.

Opposite her, Semiramis, with long black hair, was sitting upright, holding a glass full of fine wine, but he was just quietly observing, not moving.

[That's not a classical craft, you can drink it.] 】

"Have you forgotten, Being, we don't really like wine."

Morgan's first soul projection shook her long black hair, her overly sharp nails tapping on the table for a while.

[Ah...... Truly. 】

[Forget it, don't talk about this, report to me about your work in Avalon.] 】

"Okay."

"The first round of recruitment in Avalon has been largely completed, and by the time the fleet arrives in Avalon, there will be more than 5,000 candidates who will be able to undergo genetic surgery immediately, and the vast majority of them will meet the criteria perfectly, and thirty of them are physically excellent, almost destined to make a career."

[The management is good, and this is already a rather staggering percentage when compared to the total population of Avalon.] 】

"You don't need to thank me, thank you for the almost deep-rooted heroism in this world, and the tradition of hunting beasts, there is a steady stream of knight heirs and hot-blooded young people who go out every year, and it can even be said that there are tens of thousands, among them, even if there is only a survival rate of one percent, in so many years, it is enough to accumulate a considerable number of soldiers."

"What's more, there's also the Shadow Nation Project that we're doing in reserve."

"I have already done a good job of public opinion in various parts of Avalon, and even compiled many ancient books and put them in the libraries of various places, and when the new soul projection arrives, those characters who are influenced by public opinion to find the [secret realm] will be very successful."

"Then, the so-called [Ancient Samurai] in those [Secret Realms] will naturally screen out enough excellent sources of troops for us, and there are already preparations for the shaping of those [Secret Realms], I just hope that the new soul projection can arrive sooner, if they find out, it will be terrible."

[Don't worry. 】

Morgan chuckled, she tapped lightly on the table, and then, with a burst of psionic energy caused by spatial fluctuations, a slender figure slowly walked out.

"Record, done."

"Meeting overseeing with Reza, done."

The newcomer reported.

[Meet me, Semiramis, she's number two, and I'm going to use it to deal with things that have to do with technology, or that need some logic or rigor...... Specify the person. 】

[Of course, externally, she is the personal maid who takes care of my room.] 】

With the subject's command, Soul One projected like this, casually glancing at her new colleague.

She was also a woman, looking a little too young, from the outward appearance, perhaps only fourteen or fifteen years old, slender, thin and pale-skinned, with a pair of very pure, crimson eyes, and a cold complexion that made her look more like an incomparably delicate doll than a flesh-and-blood individual.

"What's her name?"

[Aniah.] 】

"Looks like she's not the same as me, Being."

[Answer correctly, Semiramis.] 】

[Your appearance and disappearance are just a snap of my fingers, and Ania is a little different, she is an idea that bursts out of me when I am thinking and learning, my eleventh brother, and the knowledge left behind. 】

"Artificial intelligence?"

[Not counting ......]

[It shouldn't be counted, after all, she still has a part of her soul in her body, although it is only a piece of soul fragment that I gave me. 】

Semiramis nodded, she didn't care about it: in fact, except for completing the tasks left by the ontology. As a soul projection, she doesn't care about anything, after all, her essence is Morgan's persistence and concentration on one thing.

"Okay, Being, I know her."

"Let's get back to some things at work."

[Say it.] 】

Morgan threw her body completely on the soft chair, she knew that she would occasionally tell the soul projection in front of her about something more important but had no time to take care of for the time being, so that she could remind herself at a fixed time.

"A few Terra Standard months ago, when you were reunited with the Legion, you gave me a directive to remind you the next time we meet."

"The order is: Terra Veteran."

[Ah, that's right. 】

"Does it mean anything?"

With a crisp sound, the second soul projection named Ania took out an electronic board out of nowhere and began to record.

[There is no special meaning, I just want to summarize at a fixed time, on a regular basis, my management and future plans for these heirs under my staff, to see if there is anything that needs to be improved or adjusted. 】

[As for Terra Veteran...... You know, my staff is almost all Terra veterans right now, and I don't have to worry about anything until I arrive in Avalon, the conflict between veterans and recruits. 】

"Is that a good thing?"

[Of course.] 】

"And what are you going to do with them?"

[I've been working on my expected plan for the past few Terra standard months, and so far, the results have ...... Not bad. 】

[I allowed Marshall, Bayar, Cortés, and Josimus, who were already in power, to reorganize the Legion Council to deal with the trivial matters of the reorganization of the Legion, and so far, their abilities are still qualified, at least they have not caused me any big trouble. 】

[At the same time, this is also a silent statement, an overt act of political compromise, and I will keep some of the rights to manage the Legion in the hands of Marshall and others, just to tell the Terra veterans that I will not have the intention of making a big deal against them.] 】

[During this period, I have also issued some painless orders from time to time, and have been observing the adaptability of these Terra veterans to the new situation, as well as their obedience to some new policies.] 】

[Overall, I divided them into three parts.] 】

[The first part, which is the one that performs best: they will be guided by my will and policy, and they may not understand the meaning of my words, but they will be happy to change some of their habits, even their original ways of thinking and acting, because of my commands. 】

[They are qualified. It's the part I can continue to keep and reuse. 】

[In the future, I plan to put these people in the secret council.] 】

"Secret?"

[My brother Johnson's bizarre knights' clubs inspired me to think of them as some kind of intimate group, or a special unit directly under me. 】

[In general, they will maintain a relatively loose form of organization, and a secret society may have only a few people or a dozen people, but their role is enormous: it may be the custody of a very powerful weapon, or it may be proficient in a way of warfare. 】

[For example, my subordinates, who are good at psionic or shadow operations, will be incorporated into the various secret councils and directly report to me, and in terms of function and status, they are on the same level as the Legion Council.] 】

[And those small groups whose swords are on the wrong side and are suitable for specific battlefields, but are not suitable for the mainstream, or those who have weapons of great destruction, will also be incorporated into the secret society and become my direct troops. 】

"It's going to sound disorganized."

[Yes, in order to prevent these councils from becoming the new Legion Council, I will not give them an overly clear organizational form, which is both a good and a bad thing.] 】

[In the final analysis, the secret meeting is just a transitional method when I initially master the legion, and in my expectation, this form will not last long. I will eventually put the legion on the path of regularization. 】

"After you've restored the size of the legion."

[Yes, after the size of the Legion has returned to the tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, and after these Terra veterans have ceased to be the mainstream voice of the Legion, all but the most important direct secret orders will be gradually abolished and transformed into some smaller, but formalized military organizations. 】

[Small groups are extremely undesirable at all times. 】

"Sounds good, but I don't think all Terra veterans will welcome this change, they may not resist your orders, but their already formed minds may not keep up with yours."

"Of course, others may simply think that your ideas have undermined some of the traditions of the Legion, and such people are found in every Legion."

[Yes, for example, Astran of the Dark Angel, he's a real nuisance.] 】

"What are you going to do with the Astlans of the Dawnbreakers?"

[I'm going to see their attitudes, those Terra veterans who are not comfortable with change, but their own attitudes are okay, I will still tolerate them for the time being. 】

[After the new blood enlists in the army and gradually grows up, I will gradually transfer them out of the position of real power, of course, status and honor must still be given. 】

[The presiding officer and recorder of the legion's grand ceremonies, the keeper of the legion's various records and secret arsenals, or the conscription instructor who is responsible for recruiting, selecting, and educating those new bloods. 】

[As long as they are willing to leave their positions of real power, these fictitious titles are still fine. 】

[Although I don't feel sorry for them, since they are my property, I should let them make the best use of them. 】

[Even for the sake of maintaining the stability of the legion, I will not leave these people idle and let them grow ashes there in vain. 】

"Well, what about the last batch?"

"The real Astrans, the unruly ones."

[Those guys were the first to think of a way to deal with them. 】

[Here, I would like to thank my brother Johnson, who gave me another good inspiration. 】

[In Johnson's legion, there is an organization called the Five Hundred People, although this organization is not his personal guard, but in a sense it performs the same duties, Johnson may not take his personal guard with him in battle, but he will definitely wait for the Five Hundred people to assemble, and then take them to the battlefield. 】

[That's really a good idea, isn't it?] It's well worth learning from. 】

[So, I formed the Old Guard, the Old Guard. 】

[Until I arrive in Avalon, they will be my de facto escort until I formally form my personal guard. Become one of the five hundred of the Dawnbreaker Legion. 】

[Those who are unruly, refuse to obey my orders, and even express their dissatisfaction with me on the surface, will be incorporated into the Old Guard, and they will slowly die and destroy in this organization. 】

[I will lead them, and whenever I personally arrive at the battlefield, they will follow me, and I can go to the battlefield without any troops, but I will definitely take this old guard with me. 】

[When the situation reaches its most critical moment, when we encounter the most powerful and ferocious enemies, when the mortality rate is already high to the most frightening moment. 】

[I will personally go into battle to solve the most dangerous areas, and there may only be these old guards around me.] 】

[They will follow me, follow the genetic prototype they are dissatisfied with, face the most critical parts of the most important battles, face the most powerful enemies, and then gradually die out in these battles that are enough to make those who come after them daunting. 】

[I don't want a few such terrible wars, and we don't have to worry about these unruly thorns anymore.] 】

“…… Terrible! ”

Semiramis shook his head, and couldn't help but be amazed.

"It's you, Being."

"You can come up with such a cruel punishment."

As part of Morgan, Semiramis was genuinely emotional.

After all, for a selfish villain, complete death is indeed the most painful punishment she can give to others.

"I can now imagine how pale those unruly Terra veterans will be when they rush with you to the most dangerous battlefields."

"They won't get anything but to fight with the Genoplasma and turn things around, the so-called glorious death."

"If you think about it, this is indeed very cruel, so cruel that it may cause some instability within the legion."

[Yes, letting them consume it so openly is likely to generate some dissatisfaction, which is indeed a problem that needs my attention. 】

[However, this dissatisfaction is not an essential problem.] 】

[Even Johnson can continue to command his Dark Angels, so there's no reason why I can't rule over the somewhat disgruntled Dawnbreakers.] 】

[And these grievances will not be a very long thing, when those unruly Terra veterans follow in my footsteps and usher in their death on the battlefield, when those veterans who cannot adapt to the times become high-ranking false figures, no matter how much dissatisfaction they have in their hearts, they cannot shake the overall situation of the entire legion. 】

Even if they see my heart clearly, what is the use of that time? 】

"Indeed."

"Record, done."

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"You are, the mother of a vicious gene, Being."

[Thanks for the compliment.] 】

(End of chapter)