After leading the legions and fleets to descend on the thirteen Terra standards of Avalon again, Morgan completely subdued his home planet.

All the continents, all the kings, all the emperors, heads and consuls, fell at her feet, and respectfully offered the crown, the scepter, and the kingdom, and kissed the tips of her boots as the highest reward in the mortal world.

There was no resistance, no twists and turns, and no expected rebellion: with his own strength and Semiramis more than twenty years of constant purge, like plucking a ripe fruit from a fallen branch that had been pulled down, Morgan raised his hand and took the world into his hands.

All the kings and consuls who gathered in the palace of Semiramis awaited her reception, or the Shadow Kings who hid in the depths of their bunkers and actually manipulated various interest groups, their minds and wills were as fragile as the greenskins' desire for peace in the face of the Dawn Queen from beyond the stars.

The Lord of the Second Legion carries the Iron Warrior's genetic protogen, a modified ship that can travel through the atmosphere at will, and descends on the most sacred of all Avalon mythology, the Eternal: the palace of the Empress of the World, Semiramis, stands at the foot of the Eternal, where she built a garden-like extravagant court, and a magnificent new city to welcome all the kings and nobles, and to house the young warriors who are about to participate in the selection.

Under the gaze of millions of pairs of the most noble and important pupils, the Dawnbreaker's genetic prototype emitted a brighter light than twenty suns in the moment of its existence, her blue pupils were as distant as the stars of the other world, but they really flashed in front of everyone's eyes, her indifferent voice was as ethereal as autumn leaves, but it easily knocked on the chest of every once disgruntled, she seemed to stand on the top of a mountain, to stand in the clouds, as if to stand outside the stars, to stand in the heart of nations, but in the end, when everyone raised their headsShe has stood at the end of their eternal worship and awe.

In her light, among the gigantic iron birds that descended from the sky and far exceeded all the imagination of the Avalons, one after another tall warriors in silver armor stood before the eyes of the people, like the attendants of the god-king slowly emerging from the oldest scrolls, with a face as indifferent as their genetic mother, with a perfect face like a marble sculpture, and the greatest hero would be like an ordinary mediocre person in front of them.

They are enough to conquer the stars, enough to destroy kingdoms and armies with ease, just as hungry wolves are enough to devour trembling lambs in the blink of an eye: perhaps, there are only a thousand silver-armored warriors standing here, but no one doubts that they can do it.

The king trembled in their shadows, and the young warriors, who had never surrendered, gazed with the most fanatical gaze at the heavy armor and heroic countenances, knowing that they could be one of the angels of death: if they were willing to give everything for that precious opportunity.

Of course they are willing, at this moment, ten thousand years of heroic legends and ancient pictures bloom in their hearts, so that these outstanding people who once galloped among the hordes of bandits, and stood out in the sea of monsters and wars, are sure that they are the luckiest generation.

And all this, all the frenzied light of fear and admiration, did not in any way affect the pace of the Dawnbreakers, who came slowly and orderly to the foot of the mountain, surrounded the palace of Semiramis at the most standard intervals, and stood like silent warrior statues in the clouds, facing the mortals gathered in the square, waiting for the action of their genetic mother.

This display and intimidation went on for a while: above the clouds, the eyes of the Lord of the Second Legion struck at the same time on every mortal at the foot of the mountain, looking at them with satisfaction with admiration and amazement, as if a triumphant collector had been amazed by his own exhibition.

This scene lasted for several minutes, and it was only after the vast projection equipment brought in advance by the mortal enslavers of the Second Legion, and after the countless millions of mortals at the foot of the mountain were truly amazed by the greatness of the Angel of Death, that the Genetic Prototype stood up and began her next move unhurriedly.

Morgan held out his finger and pointed to the palace of Semiramis at the foot of the mountain, where he gently drew a circle while whispering inwardly about gravity, space, and water.

Almost at the same time, panic swept over the most noble kings and the most valiant warriors like waves, and mortals from all over Avalon marveled in panic and amazement at the miracle of reality that was happening before their eyes: hundreds of meters in front of each of the silent Angels of Death, an invisible thin line silently cut through the otherwise impregnable hard stone ground, like the invisible hand of the gods reaching into the soil in front of them.

In the next moment, with the most precise cutting and incredible force, more than 1,600 hectares of land, free from the shackles of the earth, gravity, and any laws of physics, under the eyes of the most alarmed people, began to float into the sky as high as any mountaintop: the land cut by the invisible blade was clearly displayed before the people, and they were now as hard as the finest steel, maintaining an indescribable, mathematically wonderful arc.

A thousand Daybreakers still stood apathetic around the palace, letting the chaotic cries of panic or piety beneath their feet grow farther and farther away from them, and the cold air and approaching clouds reminded them that if they fell at this height, even if they were Astarte warriors, there was no chance of survival.

But even so, each Dawnbreaker is still like a statue, solemn in the empty sky, maintaining their duties as guards, most of them without any foreknowledge of this change, but this does not prevent them from trusting their genetic mother from the bottom of their hearts, trusting her power to shape and deal with anything.

Until they rose hundreds of meters into the air, until the distant frontier of the mortal world had appeared in their pupils, until the exclamations of millions of mortals under their feet had unconsciously transformed into some kind of fanatical worship and the pursuit of miracles, even the most cold and rational kings or scholars, when they saw this mythical scene emerge in front of them, they also became slaves to their eyes and hearts, and also became fanatical believers in a sense.

Until now, the Lord of the Second Legion had finally appeared in front of her new subjects, standing at the top of the Eternal Peak, but the projection of psionic energy had transformed behind her into a phantasmal goddess larger than the Titans, allowing even the most distant pupils to see clearly.

With a wave of her hand, the layers of mist appeared out of thin air, obscuring the entire Eternal Peak in a milky dream, turning it into an ethereal realm in the midst of the earth.

She lowered her fingers, and the rushing turbulence was like mercury in Hecate's palm, slowly coming from the very top of the Eternal Peak, and the clouds of mist turned into elegant clouds, dragging the river around every important corner of the Eternal Peak, and the peaceful ponds and deep springs of all sizes were like snow-white Jörmungandr surrounding the legendary sacred mountain, and the end of this turbulence was the great wound left behind by the royal court of Nasemiramis after it rose into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the blue water filled the entire artificial huge lake, and even overflowed outward, forming a moat that was always rushing around the entire Eternal Peak, and the fog on the mountain also parted, shrouding this pure water source in an almost eternal mystery and remoteness.

The wonderland was finished, and Morgan stood above her miracle, enjoying all that she now desired: all the kings and lords bowed before her reverently, worshipping her as the mythical lord of all things, their spirits and wills disintegrating before this majestic miracle, becoming fragile and hesitant, and the Spider Queen only had to gently pluck the strings of her heart to easily occupy their minds and souls, and in their knowledge and instincts, lay a firm mark that belonged to Morgan.

When they return to their realm, when they become rulers of Avalon once again, the imprint in their minds will make them all unconditionally submit to any of the Spider Queen's commands, and with these most noble beings at the core, the same infection and knowledge will gradually permeate the court, the city, and the countryside, and eventually make the whole world the property of the Queen of Dawn, giving everything for her smile.

Nothing could stop this from happening, and when the kings departed with the miracles they remembered, all of Avalon would be Morgan's slaves within thirteen days and nights of their arrival at home.

She conquered the world.

Didn't use a blaster.

Not a single drop of blood donation.

Not even a word was spoken.

Everything fell to her knees: myths, traditions, and reverence for the unknowable were powerful enough to sweep the world away in an instant.

Perhaps, this is the innate power and favor of the genotype: unless it is a pathetic person who is teased and despised by all fate, which genogen will not even be able to unify his home planet?

Morgan succeeded: she rightfully succeeded as a genetic protologist, the heir of the emperor.

But......

Is it really that simple?

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[It's that simple.] 】

The Lord of the Second Legion sat down on the throne that belonged to Semiramis, slouched his boots off, and rested his feet on the precious custom-made long table.

With one hand on the table, she played with a small holographic projection of the entire world of Avalon, looking at the continents and oceans, the countries that gave birth to thriving cultures, and the wilderness that no one had dared to stop and that had hitherto been untouched.

But even with all this leisure, the second legion's genetic mother is not resting.

Around Morgan, on her left and right, more than a dozen holographic projections almost overwhelmed her, each of which was constantly delivering information and the latest reports in seconds.

The grouping and voyage of the entire fleet in low Earth orbit, the continuous reporting and data aggregation of more than a hundred conscription points set up simultaneously throughout Avalon, the information collected from the minds of hundreds of kings and rulers, and the information sent back by the exploration fleet from a few or even a dozen galaxies away......

Marshall's, Bayar's, Semiramis's, Lana's, Luther's, and even the Bishops of Reza and the Rough Generals from Katachan......

Hundreds of souls were waiting for her to reply and answer, and tens of thousands, if not more, of messages were pouring into the projections around her like a raging tide of the full moon, some of which might be useless, while another, which was nearly identical, might be the crux of some problems: no one could tell them apart, except Morgan, because the Spider Queen wouldn't allow anyone around her to know the full picture of any of the core issues, not even the soul fragments that were close to her, can only wait for the answer and command from herself.

More than a dozen human-height projection instruments were running at full power, they were completely updated every few seconds, throwing the contents of the past to the recycle bin that no one could fully count, and the Lord of the Second Legion, who sat in the middle of them, had to scan them all every second, sifting through the useless ones as quickly as possible, answering the necessary ones, and then throwing all the really important questions into the last projection, and her little maid was constantly staring at the contents of the projection, The sound of the pen swiping across the electronic board is like a swarm of hungry rats barking, and it doesn't stop for a moment.

A myriad of messages filled the Spider Queen's blue-blue pupils, and it was quickly resolved in milliseconds: if a psyker stood here and listened carefully, he could see that behind the cold, efficient and multi-threaded Lord of the Second Legion, there seemed to be countless alien wails.

Morgan sat in her chair, her face a little lazily leaned, which showed that she did not put all her energy into it, she browsed and sifted through the countless messages of the movement of a dozen projectors, and at the same time used her fingers to play with the projection of the world in front of her, looking for those things that interested her, and in addition to these two tasks that were enough to cover most of the original body, the Lord of the Second Legion still had enough time and energy to chat with Semiramis standing in front of her.

[Yes...... Multi-threaded, I stumbled upon this ability, and it was probably a few years ago when I was overwhelmed by the files sent by that bastard at Johnson that I found that I could actually think about many things at once. 】

[I think it's more like a realization after some kind of despair than ability......]

[Of course it's not priceless.,But it's just a little soul.,Any battle can keep me in such a state for a long time.,Although those alien souls don't have any value for eating and collecting.,But it's really suitable to simply use them as consumables.] 】

[No, no, although I haven't met him yet, but according to the information and rumors I've gathered, I'm not as good as that Killeman of Otramar in this regard, just like I'm not as good as Magnus in terms of the depth of psionic energy and subspace alone, and it's hard for me to compare with those specialized brothers in a single item, but my strength is that I can integrate and combine different projects. 】

[The exploration team is investigating the planet adjacent to Avalon, where there are sufficient mineral resources, just enough to make up for the unreasonable scarcity of mineral deposits on Avalon, but it seems that it is not cost-effective to transport it back and forth, if I can bypass those Reza people, I want to put those production lines that Johnson gave me in that world.] 】

[After all, according to the arrangement of the Avalon galaxy, it's Mars, isn't it?] 】

[Knight family? Well, good idea, but I don't have it yet, but I vaguely remember that there was a report from the Ronin Traders about a world of knights who were in a dilapidated state, and that their home planet was too inhabitable to live, but it was a force that could be co-opted. 】

[As for those Reza people, throw those mineral worlds out, let them fight for themselves for a while, I can't get rid of their support for a short time, but they definitely can't be my only option, just like the emperor will not depend on Mars. 】

[Yes, I won't stay on Avalon for too long, the only thing worth my attention here is conscription, and other things are not the highest priority for the time being, just deal with it according to your previous practice.] 】

[Yes, the highest priority is always to deal with the traces of Chaos: I allow you to go on a killing spree in this regard, even if you would rather kill a thousand by mistake than miss one.] 】

[As for the cold plain...... There is indeed something wrong with that continent, but there is no need to worry for a while, continue to arrange for your men to keep an eye on it, those characters from the Miska continent want to team up to explore, let them go, I took care of the other things at hand, and was prepared enough, before I went back to explore that place: I had roughly guessed what would be in that place. 】

[Yes...... Let me think about ......]

[According to the priority, I will first recruit troops in Avalon, fill my legion as quickly as possible, and then expand to the remaining worlds in this sector, and the highest priority targets are those worlds with human colonies. 】

[After I have completely conquered this sector, I will pause for a moment and carry out a large-scale adjustment and political layout: I always have to do superficial work, I will set up a complete parliamentary system, the world will have a world council, and the star sector will also have a council belonging to the star sector, and there will be a council above the council, plus those heirs I have chosen: let them chase eternity in a war of words. 】

[Anyway, when Terra asks, the highest government body here is the elected council composed of most mortals and a small number of Astartes, and each member of the council will be the head of the important world, who voluntarily left their kingdom to use their wisdom and strengths in the council for the benefit of the empire and their family. 】

As for whether their wisdom can overcome the wisdom from other worlds, and thus really bring benefits to his family: what does that have to do with me? 】

[After that, I will temporarily give the power to conquer outside the Sector to others, such as Luthor and Marshall, I have transferred Danteoc to Luthor's men, they are getting along well, and then I will hand over the Katachans and the newly formed auxiliaries to Luthor and give him the power to act cheaply, and see what answer he can give me.] 】

[But before that, I have to perform a psionic operation to see if I can make old Luthor alive again, maybe I can nourish his soul and rejuvenate him in the spiritual realm.] 】

[After completing these most preliminary actions, I've probably spent about a year here?] Then I will take some of my descendants south to meet my brother Gilliman, the man of ambition in the mouth of others, whose five hundred worlds are still some distance away, but who knows when we will come into contact. 】

[After visiting the Five Hundred Worlds, I will return to Avalon and continue the conquest and construction operations here, maybe this time it will last for more than ten years, recovering hundreds of prosperous or desolate planets in one go, and completing the Emperor's mission to me: On the bright side, I don't plan to let my kingdom be too big, just keep about half of the size of the Five Hundred Worlds. 】

[And then?] And then there was a little divergence. 】

[If Johnson can find Randan's home planet, then I will definitely lead my legion to answer his call to complete the last massacre of Randan, and go to Caliban to do some personal business by the way. 】

[And if Johnson doesn't find the home planet of Randan as soon as possible, then I think I may be involved in another thing: the Emperor is recently putting a lot of power into exploring the northeastern edge of the galaxy, and there is a lot of evidence on the surface, and the genetic prototype of the Eighth Legion is there. 】

[I have a hunch that if the emperor really finds him, then he will definitely take me there. 】

[I don't know what kind of person this blood relative will be, but based on my past experience, he is so likely...... Will it be more maverick? 】

[I don't know which unlucky guy will be assigned to guide the new blood relatives at that time.] 】

[Anyway, this will be what I speculate will happen in the next twenty years, and all I have to do is to complete them in an orderly manner. 】

So, let's start with the first step. 】

[Semiramis, when my exploration fleet has explored this system, I will put one of these worlds under your management, and your mission is to build a school on it. 】

[Yes, school, we can't let the silver medalists who failed Astarte do nothing, or be enslaved, they have a better future to serve me.] 】

[Governors, lawyers, technocrats, or the lubricant of parliament, all they need is a certain amount of education and meticulous brainwashing, and they are always competent. 】

【Students?】 Believe me, my Semiramis, every world will not lack guys who will do anything to climb up, and besides, don't we have a better choice besides them? 】

[Hmm...... Let me think about what else is important, oh yes, the name. 】

[It's called...... Hmmm......]

[Loyal Heir Academy, how's it going?] 】

(End of chapter)