Here they are, the characters who my blood relatives call [Old Guards] are coming.

Look at those people, what a terrible and indifferent look in them, what silence and what a dangerous breath, what an admirable will, tenacity and ruthlessness, and between the shadows of their brows and the dust of their boots, I see untold deaths clearly.

This time, there were only twelve of them, but looking through the entire Iron Warrior Legion, I couldn't find twelve equivalent warriors who could take the possibility of victory away from them.

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Perturabo was the first genogen to see the Old Guard.

When Morgan was ready to leave the Polaris to reunite with her familiar and unfamiliar blood relatives, she selected twelve of the most stable souls from her army of bad boys to serve as her personal guard for this visit.

Bad Boy: This is Morgan's intimate name for each of the Old Guards in the depths of her heart, and it symbolizes their image in the eyes of the Queen of Genes: stubborn, rough, and less obedient, but with a wonderful strength and infinite drive that other good boys don't have.

Like the bad boys of the mortal race, in normal times, they are dangerous people who don't let people worry, negative elements who take pleasure in breaking the rules, a thorn in the head and a riot core enough to give any manager a headache, and have the magical gift of completely screwing up any elaborate plan.

To put it simply: a bit like a space wolf.

But on the other hand, they are not complete scum, and in their hearts the perception of morality and loyalty is still intact, and there is still a shimmering passion for the collective, a latent desire to be pillars and heroes, and a simple belief in standing up when necessary.

They're bad boys, stubborn jades that can barely be carved, delicate cogs that haven't been put in the right place: they're not really villains, they're not scum who have fallen so thoroughly that they take pride in their evil deeds.

This is an important distinction and the reason why Morgan ended up keeping them.

Among the Dawnbreakers, there are not without figures that even the Spider Empress despairs: in the vast base of nearly twenty thousand, Morgan does see some dim souls, whose stench has even overcome the deep-seated greed of the Lord of the Second Legion for private property, sending themselves into the arms of death.

But Morgan didn't execute them, or purge them with great fanfare: that was too much for Morgan.

She just did a little thing.

When Cortés and Pizarro applied for a trip to the Dead World called Catachan, the Lord of the Second Legion, who had already heard of the green hell, approved the request, but made some minor adjustments to the roster.

At first, Cortez was a little confused, but when he saw the familiar part of the names of the people who had been adjusted, he knew what his mother meant.

Cortés didn't make any noise, the cunning and ferocious explorer saw it as a test, a sacred mission from the Great Mother of Genes, and he continued his preparations as usual, using all means to gather the people on the list and take them with him to Katachan.

And Morgan didn't pay attention to these little things anymore, and after removing these carrions, she was finally able to better observe the [bad boys] who barely met the standards, were not very interested in her policies, but were often unusually able to fight.

Eventually, she selected them and crammed them all into the Old Guard: before the 23rd Expeditionary Fleet finally arrived at the Veil of Fate, the Queen of Dawn did all of this, and now had a personal guard of 214 men.

Instead of appointing a commander for the bad boys, she took the opportunity of visiting her blood relative, Perturabo, to pick out the twelve of the most composed, and asked them to assemble on the tarmac in advance: when the Mother of Genes finally came late, the bad boys, who had been together for a short time, had already decided the initial victory in a silent confrontation.

When saluting Morgan, one of them stood half a way forward from his fighting brothers: he was the commander of the [Old Guard] and the silent guard who stood beside Morgan when he met Pertura.

And the man's remarkable indifference and ruthlessness soon attracted the attention of the Iron Lord: after shaking hands with the blood relatives who had been separated for more than six thousand days and nights, and greeting each other, Perturabo's gaze casually swept over the resolute dawnbreaker, resting on the fearless face and terrifying scar.

"Your name, Dawnbreaker."

As Morgan and Kellyfanie greet and hug each other, Perturabo looks at Morgan's son and inadvertently compares him to Flix.

"Lana, sir."

"My name is Jean-Lannes."

The voice was more heroic than he had imagined.

The Iron Lord nodded in satisfaction, and he quickly left the soldier behind and focused on the true treasure: less than two meters away from Perturabo, his titular sister and his actual sister were hugging each other with sincere joy.

All the Dawnbreakers and Iron Warriors retreated into the distance at this moment, leaving only the Iron Lord to enjoy the scene: yes, for a moment, Perturabo even let go of all his thoughts, and was intently admiring Morgan and Kellyfanie reunited after a long absence, admiring them hugging each other, smiling and exclaiming each other.

This living scene seems to have more value for quiet appreciation than all the works of art in the world, and compared to those dead objects, the scene in front of us has an irresistible vitality that belongs to life and reality.

In the eyes of the Iron Lord, there was a light that intoxicated him: only for a moment.

In the next moment, in his heart, strong and firm enough to be disobeyed, the Lord of Steel commanded himself to come to his senses: he should never indulge in these meaningless mundane things, he still had a job, a rather important task to do.

The Lord of Steel looked at Morgan and Kellyphany again, and this time, his eyes were full of seriousness, observation, and inquiry.

Peturabo deliberately brought Kellyphany here to make her a companion to Morgan, and he restrained his desire to communicate and stitch together memories, but in the initial meeting, he downplayed his presence: in this way, he could take advantage of Morgan's reunion with Kellyfanie to quietly observe from the sidelines, and review Morgan from beginning to end from the most objective perspective to contrast with the somewhat vague and chaotic image in his mind.

This is something he has long thought about.

So, after all the Astartes had stepped aside, and while the two ladies had been separated for more than ten years, the Iron Lord stood not far away, deliberately conniving at all this, and silently observing his silver-haired blood relative.

In Peturabo's relentless pupils and heart, the figure that stood on Li Xingxing sixteen years ago and the woman in front of him, who also had silver hair and blue eyes, slowly merged, like two identical exquisite statues, under his manipulation.

"Huh?"

Perturabo frowned.

Just as the figure in her mind was about to merge with the truth in front of her, suddenly, Kellyphone's hair fluttered forward, breaking the delicate fusion: the lady from Olympia leaned forward and gently tugged at Morgan's sleeve, whispering something in her ear as she bent down.

Vaguely, the Lord of Steel seemed to hear his name.

What are they talking about? Are you talking about him? Is he telling about his incident at Olympia, or what happened to Li Xingxing?

The Iron Lord frowned, a thousand thoughts and worries crossed his mind for a moment: he didn't want Morgan to know about his past in Olympia, nor did he want Kellyfanie to find out about his experience after leaving his home planet.

There is no reason.

Inexplicable worry ignited an invisible fire that consumed all the prudent thoughts in his mind in an instant, and Perturabo's breath weighed heavily with his tight frown, urging him to act, his fists clenching and creaking involuntarily.

But before he could say anything, the two ladies parted, and their conversation was once again on the spot: at least it seemed so.

“……”

An aura slackened silently, and Perturabo's clenched fists became loose, and he blinked, beginning to deny his panic a second ago.

Yes, it was just some uncontrollable accident, just Kellyfanie's casually fluttering hair that disrupted his movements.

He defined it so and went on with his mission.

Like a cog that roared again, the pale pupils of the Lord of Steel accompanied the restart of his will, and he continued to search for his goal, and the vision of the genetic prototype finally crossed the cold air, and from the corner that no one cared about, he launched the observation of the pair of blue pupils.

Eyes rarely deceive.

Perturabo is convinced.

He remembered, he remembered the scene sixteen years ago, and he remembered that when his words had succeeded in inducing Morgan's thoughts, making her pupils empty and blurry, the walls of her soul would be easily crossed by the Iron Lord to witness and hear the sincere words of the silver-haired lady.

Perturabo always remembered this move, and in the sixteen years he had occasionally replicated it on mortals: it had been tried and tested.

In this way, he looked at the pair of blue-blue pupils, the pupils that had awakened countless memories in an instant, and that was the deepest impression he had of his sister: after experiencing countless indignanties against mortals, heirs, and reality, and after giving examples of [Li Xingxing's case] in his heart again and again, those pupils had become more and more profound in his heart, like the seeds of a giant tree, taking root and sprouting.

As long as he can......

！

The moment the Iron Lord's gaze was launched, as if sensing something, the two ladies who were talking happily seemed to advance to some interesting topic, smiling at each other and turning their heads back and forth to look at Pertulabo.

“……”

"Ahem!"

The Iron Lord's gaze suddenly shifted a moment before the two ladies looked at him, he coughed heavily, put his hands behind his back, and his eyes drifted to the Iron Warrior on the side for a moment, and then he sensed the gaze of the two ladies [hindsight], he nodded casually, and seemed to have no interest in everything.

The gaze came and went quickly, and in the next moment, as Kellyfanie opened the conversation again, the two ladies were again immersed in a quick and brief conversation.

Perturabo's gaze quietly watched them until he was sure that there would be no more surprises, and then his clenched fist slowly relaxed, and the Iron Lord pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, ready to ......

Kelly Fanny moved again.

Damn it!

……

This time......

……

Damn it!

……

This time......

……

Damn it!

……

——————

Behind Perturabo, Flix stood a little numb.

The head of the trident watched like this: his genetic prototype was now facing away from him, with his hands behind his back, and in just a few minutes:

Grip, Relax, Grip, Relax, Grip, Relax......

Frix blinked, and after a moment of thought, he shifted his gaze to the Dawnbreaker to the side.

Well, he just didn't see anything.

——————

"Whew-"

Perturabo breathed heavily, his complexion already imperceptibly turning some kind of iron gray that would make any Iron Warrior look like a man's back, but despite this, he tensed his countenance to look as pale as he could.

In front of him, Morgan and Kellyphany's laughter had been going on for several minutes, and their sincere smiles were always overflowing, painting two beautiful natural paintings: in the glow of friendship and sincere affection, Perturabo even had the illusion that Kellyfanie's yellowed vulgarity seemed to exude some kind of light that he could not fathom.

He looked at it and then at it.

It was only at the third glance that the Lord of Steel suddenly realized, and then condemned himself in his heart: the most precious seconds had been wasted by him.

…… But.

He hadn't seen such a flying look on Kellyphone's face.

For a moment, Perturabo's mood was even low.

…… No!

No! No! No!

Stop worrying about these inconsequential things, there are really important things to do!

Rigid inside and out......

Perturabo muttered his promise in his heart, and at last, he raised his head once more, and launched his own observation: this time, this time he must be sure of the impression in his mind!

This time......

Perturabo looked up.

Then he saw that the brief laughing conversation between the two ladies was over, and after Kellyfanie had turned around first, Morgan was smiling as she walked towards her blood relatives.

“……”

[Long time no see, Perturabo.] 】

“……”

“…… yes, long time no see. ”

It wasn't until Morgan actually walked in front of him that the Iron Lord recovered from his stunned state.

What was he doing in the past few minutes?

……

……

……

Damn it!

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