[I had imagined that maybe my genetic seed would carry some problem: I had a mental expectation about it, and I was prepared to face calamity and tribulation. 】

[I have even reached the point of whimsical in all my thoughts about this unknown disease: murderous, depraved, fanatical, reduced to an irrational monster, or lost in the waves of subspace. 】

[Every day before I meet you again, every moment I spend with you, I am worried about these problems, I am afraid that what I cannot face will appear alive in front of my eyes. 】

[But even so, even if the sad thought of hoping that nothing will happen, or the speculation of unknown tribulations, has flowed in my heart a thousand times, I still can't guess even the simplest reality. 】

[I am not a prophet: No matter how much I aspire to be a prophet, I cannot grasp even an inch of the present and the future. 】

So, now, they have come to me and come to laugh at me. 】

[In the most absurd mode.] 】

【……】

[Interesting, isn't it?] 】

[I have sighed and sighed for the umpteenth time, and I have been unable to sleep at night, worrying again and again whether your bad luck is caused by me, and whether the genetic seeds I have given me will bring new bad news to the Legion. 】

[I have feared countless times that when a new day comes, you will become bloodthirsty monsters, ignorant beasts, or desecrated creations that the real universe cannot tolerate by the vicious chains of genes. 】

[I used to be so worried, so frightened, so cowardly that I didn't look like the heir of an emperor, not like a genetic prototype, maybe it was this posture that made me receive this report in front of me. 】

[Let's see: the world of Avalon under our feet, with a population of more than 1.2 billion, an extremely healthy population structure, a martial society and a prevalent tradition of hunting beasts, thousands of years of knightly and heroic culture, and a completely inexplicable scientific theory of innate robustness and bravery, even a weak scholar can easily kill a medium-sized beast with his bare hands. 】

[Here, we can recruit loyal knights with superb martial arts, find psykers who have been systematically cultivated, obtain outstanding people with both courage and knowledge among the countless noble heirs, and discover those ruthless hunters who can fight with wild beasts from an early age and know the mystery of hunting and death in the vast wilderness and reckless forests. 】

[In short: from the point of view of thirsting for new blood, this is a world that can only be described as perfect, isn't it?] 】

[Even the other legions, my brothers and my nephews, when they are thirsty for fresh blood, such a world is enough to satisfy their most voracious appetites and satisfy their most discerning choices. 】

[In my hands, this cascade of reports shows that Avalon can single-handedly support the replacement of the old and the new in a legion: any legion can. 】

[But we alone, no.] 】

[Take a look.] 】

[More than a million people have passed the initial preliminary tests and auditions, which is the foundation of this world for thousands of years, and after the most rigorous trial levels, there are still more than 50,000 people who have proven that they can be a recruit in Astarte: if it is my brother Perturabo, then this is the standard of 50,000 recruits. 】

[But I'm not Peturabo, and my genetic seed is nowhere near as high as that of the Olympian, after unrelenting attempts and surgeries, how many of these 50,000 people can adapt to my genetic seed and become a Dawnbreaker?] 】

[Two thousand. 】

[Just exceeded, two thousand.] 】

[Fifty thousand new bloods are selected from the best of the millions to become Astarte warriors, and among these fifty thousand new bloods, only two thousand can match my genetic seeds and become Astarte warriors. 】

[And if my speculation is not wrong, a world like Avalon's is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and a mass conscription like this one is hard to replicate: what does this mean?] 】

[This shows that the upper limit of our recruitment of new blood has been inadvertently blocked, which shows that my fears have come true in the most comical state, which shows that even if we recruit a generation in such a rich place, we can only squeeze out such thin nutrients. 】

[The good news is that I don't have to worry about mass illness among recruits.] 】

[Because, I can't recruit many new recruits at all.] 】

——————

It's been a long time since Hector has seen his genetic mother.

At the end of the Dan War, the Lord of the Second Legion reunited with her soldiers, and the promotion of this legion star became the first batch of decrees signed by the genetic primitives, and with Morgan signing a string of beautiful flowers on paper with a pen, all the reviews and considerations were directly skipped, and Hector also became the top commander of the 23rd Company, the main company, in the blink of an eye.

He accepted the appointment, and did it as calmly as he could, and the veterans around him who had some concerns couldn't see the reason for his promotion: the last hapless man who had inadvertently revealed a good relationship with the Queen of Genes had now enjoyed a full service of over 1,800 Terra Standard Hours in the arena of the Second Legion, a number that surpassed even most of the Daybreakers, and was no longer far from those Arena regulars.

Hector even heard that the unlucky guy named Ahriman was even able to use a very good set of swordsmanship skills, and many Terra veterans were secretly amazed by the progress of the thousand sons, and Abaddon of the Shadow Moon Wolf Legion even applauded from time to time.

Under the promise of the sons of Horus, Barek, the warrior of the Thousand Sons, who was originally a little apprehensive, couldn't help but accept the strange reality of [Ahriman's sudden awakening of a new hobby], and continued to communicate and learn with the sons of Morgan with peace of mind.

Of course, these are all gossip and nothing compared to the problems that the Second Army is facing now.

Thinking of this, Hector swallowed a salty bead of sweat and looked up at her genetic protoplasm: she sat there, sitting on her silver-white throne, her arms resting on the sharp armrest, which looked extremely uncomfortable, looking at the messages in front of her, and her brow furrowed slightly.

In Hecht's eyes, there was hardly any change or difference between his genetic mother and them when they first met, she was neither tall enough to be feared, nor cold enough to be intimidating, and she sat there with a hint of mortal air, as if she would naturally smile slyly when she put down those unpleasant papers.

Hecht's gaze and body were so striking that he soon noticed that his mother had cast a glance at him, which frightened him into a hurry to lower his head and try to hide among a dozen of his colleagues in the throne room.

【……】

Morgan looked at his son, who was almost a third taller than the other warriors, moving quietly with his head bowed, like a wild goose trying to squeeze into a flock of quails: Hector was undoubtedly a little taller than the last time they had met, and if you looked at him from the perspective of a mortal, you might have miscalculated that he was four meters tall.

She sighed.

[Hecht. 】

The wild geese were shocked.

[I remember that you were one of the main recruiters, come and tell me what is going on there?] 】

"Yes, Mother."

Hector took a step forward, he could even make eye contact with the seated Morgan, and the company commander of the Dawnbreaker pondered his words for a moment before speaking slowly.

"The recruitment point I am responsible for has a 95.4% elimination rate after layers of selection, and most of the eliminated people are eliminated because they cannot handle emergencies well during the selection process, or they cannot control their mentality for a long time, so they are eliminated."

"We strictly follow your orders and monitor the whole process to ensure that none of the candidates will be killed by external factors, and some of those candidates who have been eliminated are indeed due to uncontrollable luck factors, and after an additional test on them, we also allow some of them to pass."

"All in all, we have strictly followed your orders: every candidate who can be screened is a precious treasure, and their lives should not be disregarded and discarded at will: under this creed, we have selected seven thousand qualified candidates from the 150,000 candidates at the enlistment station, all of whom are enough to become Astarte warriors."

"Subsequently, after a series of observations, we performed genetic seed modification operations on 7,000 qualified people in turn: the first qualified person to receive the operation was Kuran from the continent of Esibernia, who ......"

Hecht's voice had the briefest pause, which was enough to keep the eyes of the entire throne focused on him.

What do you want to say? Hecht? 】

“…… I don't have the right to judge any of the recruits, my mother ......"

[I allowed it, this time, I gave it, say it.] 】

"Yes, Mother."

"Curran...... Kuran wasn't a noble warrior, he had a certain beastly state of mind and mind, and his talent and tenacity were indeed beyond words, but he ......"

But he's not good enough to be a true warrior? 】

“…… I don't dare to jump to conclusions, mother. ”

[I know, I know your concerns, Hecett, we can't guarantee that every genius is a saint, we can only hope that the reconstructive surgery will do its job.] 】

[However, since you care so much about this fighter, I remember that he passed the modification surgery?] 】

"Yes, he was the first to undergo a transformational operation, and the first qualified person to complete the transformational operation, strictly speaking, he is now an Astarte warrior, my combat brother: out of the seven thousand qualified people in the entire conscription point, less than eight hundred have completed the transformational operation, and he is the first."

[In other words, my genetic seed only has a success rate of about 10%, because other recruitment points have not broken this number, and even one or two recruitment points have been wiped out.] 】

[As for Courland...... If you care so much about him, Hecht, when he finishes his training, transfer him to your company, and I will allow it. 】

"Yes, Mother."

[Now let's all step down, there are any documents to be forwarded directly from the council, I want to be alone and quiet.] 】

The genetic prototype waved her hand, although her order was abrupt, but naturally no one dared to disobey it, and after a minute, the entire throne room was empty.

It wasn't until after the last man had left that Morgan collapsed on his throne, feeling the ruggedness behind him, and breathed a sigh of sorrow.

"Are you worried, Being?"

In the shadow of the silver and white throne, Semiramis and the maid walked out one after another, and the Empress of Avalon picked up two cups of black tea from the pink and white tea set in the maid's hand, and offered one of them to Morgan's hand.

[No, I'm not surprised. 】

Morgan drank it dry, then played with the cup with some boredom.

[I've had this kind of anticipation for a long time, and to be honest, it's better than I thought. 】

[Do you know that the flesh mutation, in my initial suspicion, my heirs may have the same problem, and will run wild on the road of destruction that has long been doomed. 】

[After all, thinking about how demons are dancing in my soul, I am watched by two subspace powers and a tyrant in the physical universe, how can my genetic seed be intact? 】

[The current situation is much better than I thought, but the success rate is pitifully low, and compared to the real genetic diseases of other legions, this is not a fatal problem.] 】

[I can even guess the reason why this happened: after my genetic father found out that I was contaminated, he must have tried countless ways to save me, and by the way, he regarded me as the home of the horrible genomes of other protoplasms, and I am afraid that even he did not know what kind of unrecognizable my genetic module was modified in the process. 】

[Under the influence of this temporary remedy, a patchwork of gene modules, my gene seeds were affected, which resulted in the rejection of most candidates' bodies, resulting in the current low success rate. 】

"Understandable, isn't it? 】

Semiramis sat to the side, and it took her a moment to comprehend the words, then she nodded.

"It's understandable, but the question now is: how do we solve this?"

The maid put down the tea set and picked up her clipboard and pen.

[This is a problem, but not enough to pose a mortal threat for the time being: as long as I maintain a cautious posture and cherish my strength as much as possible in battle, my warriors can still maintain a slow growth, but the planned conquest will be accelerated, and the order of conquest will have to be changed. 】

[If I can, I'll need to conquer the remaining fifteen systems in this sector in the next Terra standard year, expand my conscription base, and continue to attract immigrants from other regions.] 】

"Where do you attract from?"

[Isn't there a country full of aliens in this galaxy? 】

Morgan rubbed the corners of his brow a little annoyedly.

[Thank you for the dark technology era before humanity, this galaxy is full of human colonies, and a considerable number of them fell in the Age of Strife and became slaves of various alien empires and pirates.] 】

[These alien empires are the goal of killing two birds with one stone: aliens can be captured to refine my spear of Eros, and human slaves can be liberated by us and pulled back as populations, and those empty worlds can be thrown to Terra's bureaucrats to satisfy our performance.] 】

"So, we need to divide our troops in the future?"

[Almost, in the early stage, we can hunt the surrounding alien empires, but there will always be a time when the hunt is finished, but by then, I should have finished structuring the various systems of my kingdom, I will make a few more projections and maintain them with you, and I myself will lead the main force of the legion to other parts of the galaxy to annihilate those alien empires that enslave humans. 】

"So, maybe you'll be a liberator in the mortal world?"

[It's just a useless name.] 】

"So, do you need to adjust Avalon's path in the future?"

[No, just continue the current state: the nations are united under one government, but they are independent of each other, maintaining a competitive and even low-intensity war, which is conducive to the emergence of new seeds, you just need to keep an eye on the things I command, and prevent the traces of chaos from appearing here.] 】

"I will, but I've always felt that there is something special about this world, the mortals here are unusually strong, and they seem to have a kind of resistance to chaos: I personally speculate that maybe there is something buried in that cold plain."

[No, there must be something in there, a mad product inherited from the age of dark technology, maintaining this world with inertia and the last command: I will go in one day to find out, but not now, I need more strength and better preparation. 】

"Can't you send a flying machine first?"

[From the perspective of outer space, that continent is shrouded in a strange electronic storm, which cannot be detected, and can only vaguely deduce that there seems to be a huge city ruins in it, and a series of strange mountains that are so tall that they do not conform to the common sense of geography, as for low-altitude aircraft, all of them have no return. 】

[All in all, you don't have to worry about it for the time being, just keep watching, I have summarized the development direction and possible state of affairs of Avalon in the next century, and handed it over to you, just fulfill it, this world according to my calculations, each conscription can also provide hundreds of recruits, at the moment, this is indeed a number worth paying attention to. 】

"I understand, but what are you going to do about genetic diseases?"

【…… I'll take care of it. 】

Morgan hesitated, then finally pointed to his head.

[Do you know why I was able to cooperate with Perturabo in the experiment, and I didn't have any problems for eight days in one breath?] 】

"Why?"

[Because I have eaten Heydrich, a part of the soul of my eleventh brother, and have in his mind countless knowledge and experimental records: they are all in my mind now, and in time I will be able to restore all those that are useful to me.] 】

"Not now?"

[No, because Heydrich was born with this, and I acquired it, if Heydrich and Peturabo were born to know it, then I would be equivalent to getting a bunch of textbooks: although they are now in front of me, I still have to learn and experiment little by little in order to truly master these knowledge and principles. 】

[It's a long time, maybe more than a dozen years or more, but as long as I study them thoroughly, I will definitely be able to find a corresponding solution.] 】

[Primordial Cast, Raptor or Super Raven Guard, this is one of its names in the future, as well as some of the surgeries of those Golden Guards, and the process and perception of my Father of Genes when he transformed the Primordial and some other subspace creations. 】

[I found them, and it's in Heydrich's memory: the emperor gave them all to him, and it seems that he trusted this heir immensely, didn't he?] 】

[After all, even Heydrich was once his child.] 】

[Not like me......]

The two Morgan creatures raised their heads as the words faded away, and for a moment they saw the head of the Lord of the Second Legion tilted to one side, his eyes disappearing into the dark silhouette of the light.

However, this performance only lasted for a fleeting moment.

[But it doesn't matter, I'll get them with my own hands.] 】

[It only takes time, a long but necessary time. 】

The genogen smiled a somewhat weakly pale smile, and it seemed that the bad news had indeed hit her in some way, and she beckoned, letting her handmaid walk in front of her, touching her soft hair.

[Aniah, my Aniah, my little proud creature: what do you think of her strength, Semiramis?] 】

"You have boasted to me that she has siege-level firepower and extremely high intelligence, and can even be directly commanded by you when necessary, I don't think there are many powerful individuals among your heirs."

[Indeed: But what if Ania wouldn't be a special case?] 】

“…… What did you say? ”

[Perturabo gave me a copy of all the drawings, relying on the wisdom of the original gene and the memory of Heydrich, I can continue to create such characters, although the speed will be slow, but in the long run, it will always be able to form a number.] 】

"Is this a supplement to combat effectiveness?"

[That's right, robots that act exactly on my orders: since those Martian fighters are already in front of me, and I have made something similar, what can they say, this is not artificial intelligence, there is no electronic hub under all kinds of iron armor, but a new model of wet parts with my soul fragment as the core. 】

"To put it simply, cram a patchwork soul into a war engine?"

You can call it the Demon Engine. 】

"That's a bad name."

[I know, so it's not really a demon engine, after all, there are no demons in it, it's just a fragment of my soul, and it's ......]

[Do you know who I saw when I saw the process of making this weapon in Heydrich's memory? 】

“……”

Looking at the corners of Morgan's purled lips, Semiramis didn't dare to speak.

The Empress of Avalon coughed, her eyes rolling, and a very important question came to mind.

"But this method, the supplement to combat effectiveness is not obvious, ontology."

"I know, so I'm thinking of other ways as well. 】

[For example, my heirs, maybe I can somehow keep their souls that have died in battle, and then let them continue to fight in an illusory state, or ......]

[Those things of the Spirit Clan......]

【Endless Loop...... Soul Stone ...... Nether Lord or Nether Prophet...... If a broken body can remain fearless, is it equally possible for a complete soul? 】

"That sounds like a dangerous idea, ontology, I don't think the one of Holy Terra will be happy, his wrath is something we can't afford for the time being."

[I know that if I merge with the aliens to obtain these technologies, then I will definitely die, I know this very well.] 】

[But if ...... What about other ideas and means? 】

“…… For example? ”

[In terms of probability, as long as I eat enough souls of the Spirit Race in the future and usurp their memories and thoughts, there will be a certain probability that I will piece together one or two Spirit Race technologies from the memories of each Spirit Race, isn't it? ] 】

"Whimsical idea, ontology."

[Life sometimes needs a little whimsy, for example, my whimsical desire to get rid of those terrible things in my mind, if it weren't for this whimsy, maybe I would have gone crazy a long time ago. 】

Morgan smiled, her face looking worryingly pale, her state seemed to be somewhat different from the usual, and every now and then she would close her eyes, take a nap, and then open them quickly, once again regaining clarity and swiftness.

"You may need to rest, ontology."

Not now, Semiramis. 】

"Now, you have just deduced and compiled the conquest and governance plans for Avalon, as well as the entire sector and other sectors, and even arranged additional plans for each plan, and you have also checked the personal information of the forty-eight thousand unsuccessful ones in turn, so as to arrange them to the most suitable colleges, and then, you have observed the actual situation in each kingdom, and have given me a complete set of reform plans: as long as I fulfill them all, the standard of living of the Avalons will be the envy of the inhabitants of any world."

"I thought maybe you could give this reform package as a gift to Gilliman on the next visit, and he might like it."

[That makes sense, I'll give you another copy of the Psionic Sacred Book that I wrote myself, and I just can't think of what gifts I'm going to prepare, so I'll use them to make do with it.] 】

Semiramis listened quietly to the words coming from her body, and in her brain, the only thoughts were constantly spinning, exhausted for their common cause.

"You seem to have a big eye on the well-being and power of mortals, the Being."

[Yes.] 】

[In the beginning, it was a dispensable idle chess, but now, with my legion temporarily unable to expand rapidly, I need the power of these mortals even more, and I need to extract value from them. 】

"Extraction?"

"I don't see any of your policies about exploitation, the ideas and reform methods you have given me are all about how to better weaken local power, promote social progress, improve stability, and how to set up new channels of social circulation and establish reasonable ways to achieve class leapfrogging."

"They don't seem to be about extraction, ontology."

[No, Semiramis.] 】

The corners of his pale mouth curled into a smile.

[This is extraction, this is the best extraction, and the most brilliant extraction: what do you think extraction is?] Relying on your own strength and size, can you cut more on the existing cake? 】

"Indeed."

[But I have another way, my Semiramis: I can make the cake bigger and let everyone eat more, so that they will willingly contribute to the process, and even I can inadvertently expand their share, and they will not find out: mortals are short-sighted, as long as I give them a better life and more benefits, they will not see the higher things. 】

[Remember, Semiramis, I don't need a bunch of people who have been squeezed to the point of being like dried corpses, and then squeezing the last oil and water out of them: that would be foolish.] 】

[I want to make them strong, greedy, and courageous, and I want to make mortal society more efficient, more reasonable, and more productive, so that their faith and loyalty will work with my will, and they will continue to give back to me more. 】

[Sustainability, man. 】

This is our true future. 】

[We want to make their lives better and happier, let them deeply feel that they have gained welfare and progress, only in this way can they die for us, become our screws and armies, be thrown into a larger expansion by us, be taken away by us unintentionally take away more autonomy, and finally become a part of a centralized country with me as the core. 】

“…… One problem, ontology. ”

[Say.] 】

"Do you have so many benefits to distribute to them?"

[Don't forget, this is a great expedition, and there are countless worlds and territories outside the Avalon Star Zone. 】

"But one day, the costs of war will outweigh the benefits, unless you can find a benefit that doesn't require war and more investment to make them happy."

[Yes......]

[But if ...... What do I have? 】

“……”

Semiramis did not reply, for she sensitively noticed that Morgan had once again fallen into some kind of unconscious rest.

As Semiramis had just said, Morgan's current state was visibly bad, leaning on her throne, touching the maid's hair from time to time, looking a little listless.

"Obviously, ontology, you have been dragged down by more than ten days of high-intensity work."

[No, Semiramis, it's just that I need to burn the souls I have stored for all my work, and I've almost burned out the last reserves, so I'm just a little weak now.] 】

"Then, you should change the next recovery route, attack those alien realms first, to obtain enough reserves of alien souls, and then go to recover those independent human colonies."

[Reasonable advice. 】

Morgan rubbed the corners of his brow and snorted softly.

[I remember that among the remaining fifteen systems in the Avalon sector, there are eleven independent alien realms, six large-scale pirate forces, a fledgling greenskin, and three independent human colonies. 】

[The two weaker colonies have sent a reply, willing to submit to the Human Empire and accept all arrangements, as long as we annihilate the pirates around them, but the stronger and more independent human colony has rejected the envoy's proposal. 】

"Sounds confident."

[They have a self-confident foundation: an entire armed galaxy, a highly industrialized home planet, several equally industrialized moons, two agricultural worlds that allow them to be completely self-sufficient, and mining stations and floating fortresses scattered throughout the galaxy.] 】

"A standard pocket empire."

[Yes, even stronger, they have a whole fleet, including big ones comparable to Imperial battleships, in addition, there are far more people than Avalon, and several powerful land legions, they don't even have much low-altitude power, because they don't need it for a long time.] 】

[In the distant era of strife, they once established a small hegemony in this sector, and they also expeditioned parts of the worlds of other sectors, which was enough to make them arrogant enough to reject my envoys. 】

"So, you're going to ask for it?"

[After destroying a few alien empires, I will personally take the main force of the legion to go, after all, such a world needs to be treated, I can't afford to lose soldiers now, can I do it myself. 】

"And what about the rogues?"

[I will hand over some of the reinforcements sent by Reza, the Iron Warriors, the Dark Angels, and the Katachan Corps to Luthor, and let him be responsible for the encirclement and suppression of the Liukou, both at the same time, to pacify this star sector within a year, and then start full construction according to my previous plan. 】

"Sounds good, but what you need now is rest, Body, and if your soul is weakening, then I may be going to disappear temporarily."

[It's not there yet. 】

Morgan smiled.

[But I do need to rest, after I have given my first battle order against that pocket empire, I will take a long break, and the matter of war will be handed over to my council first, and the matter of Avalon will be handed over to you, Semiramis.] 】

"Understood."

[I sent Lana to the world near Avalon, which contains unimaginably rich minerals enough to be Mars in our hands, and I asked him to quietly place those production lines on it, and those Rezalaos are busy dividing the spoils internally, attracted by the mineral worlds that I threw out that belong to other galaxies. 】

[As for Hawthorne, I asked him to start the establishment of the Loyal Heir Academy in the world second closest to the sun, and don't forget to take a second exam among those who have lost and mortals, my Semiramis, no matter what, we need at least 100,000 students at the beginning. 】

"I see."

"What's your first battle order, though, Body?"

"Send out a harassment fleet?"

[Nope.] 】

Morgan smiled, a smile slying enough to make those who knew her familiar with her instinctively uneasy.

【I will ......】

[Send a larger delegation of envoys.] 】

It seems like I have a cold or rhinitis today.,In fact, it's been since last night.,So these few may not play very well.,Sorry sorry......

Let's skip the specific process of farming, after all, I'm not a professional, and it's easy to make people have high blood pressure if I write carefully, and I personally think that the system and the system or something, no matter what, you need to conquer a star area before it can be operated, and after I let it work, write a bystander perspective to see.

Moreover, Morgan's farming method is actually not complicated, it is very simple, so simple that you can find the corresponding words in history textbooks.

Wait until tomorrow to start writing the first battle, the first battle between Morgan and the Dawnbreaker Legion in the real sense, the opponent, you hammer friends should be able to guess roughly, I came according to the Battle of Gardinal of the Iron Hand.

There is also the problem of this gene seed, I have never found out the scale of conscription during the Great Expedition, so I wrote like this first, if a reader knows, you can tell me, the second regiment of seeds will definitely have a problem, after all, Morgan has been made like that, and the second regiment has not come to a flesh and blood mutation is already the result of my special care.

And from now on, I'm starting to add plug-ins to Morgan little by little, the indigenous protagonist is not good, and can only be tossed in the Warhammer system, Morgan's plug-ins are generally difficult to turn the tables all at once, and can only ......

Look at my nonsense!

(End of chapter)