Gladstone has been subjugated, countless alien realms are burning in destruction, and the great journey for the emperor and humanity has entered a brief moment of rest.

The Lord of the Second Legion, the Turtle, retracted into his soft couch and laboratory, and lived peacefully.

The knights of the Caliban call out to the frenzy of thousands of armies, enjoying victory and glory.

The guests from Prospero were dragged back to the Colosseum again.

Everyone has a bright future ahead of them.

"A bright future? The call for this name is not high. ”

"Many people prefer names like Dawn or Dawn, and of course, the Goddess of the Dead Moon also has a certain popularity, after all, this name seems to be closely related to our genetic mother, which is enough to make it gain the most basic favor."

Hawthorne, who had arrived to report his work, met Lana, who was in charge of guarding the original dwellings at the end of the ship's cloister, and the chief commander of the Old Guard looked particularly cheerful, and the two men exchanged their work next to the statue of the goddess on which the carved door rested, and their conversation jumped from one to the hottest thing in the legion at the moment.

In the wake of the successful reconquest of Gladstone, and in order to reward all those involved for their efficiency and dedication, Genogen has decided to temporarily give her children a temporary privilege: a new name for the Queen of Glory-class ships will be decided by a vote of all Daybreakers.

As is customary, the Glorious Queen-class battleships of the Second Legion should be renamed after the return of the Genetic Prototype, and although the name [Polaris] is a good name and carries the glory and suffering of the Legion in the past, everyone believes that the Legion's flagship should have a new name worthy of their Genetic Prototype.

However, although Morgan also acquiesced to this tradition among the legions, she did not take action for a long time, and in the past year, it is still the [Polarstar] that commands the entire 23rd Expeditionary Fleet.

Only the Dawnbreakers closest to their genetic mother, or the intelligent with developed minds, could guess a thing or two about this strange phenomenon.

"Our genetic mother is not a perfect character."

Leaning against the wall, Hawthorne smiled and spat out the words, which almost immediately received a solemn look of disapproval from the Chief Old Guard.

"Don't be so serious, Lana, no one is perfect, not even the Lord of Mankind, it is impossible to be exhaustive and flawless, this is not an offensive word, but a simple reality worthy of recognition."

"The knight king of Caliban is too harsh, and the overlord of Fenris is too rough, and as for the archangel from Baal who flies around, it is impossible to find fault with it, but he is not a warm-hearted figure in his bones, is he?"

"And looking at other genetic protogens, even the great wolf shepherd god, we have personally experienced all the misfortunes that his careful thinking will bring: everyone is like this, they are all imperfect, this is a matter of course, we don't need to be strict with our genetic protogenes in this kind of thing."

"Our Mother of Genes is certainly a merciful and intelligent figure, and with her we no longer have to envy and envy any of our fighting brothers of the Legion: but this does not mean that our Primordial is ...... in any way Very capable. ”

"You should have been mindful of this, Lord Raner: whenever our genetic protogen needs a name for something, or choose the one she likes from a few suitable names, she's unusually ......"

"Tangled."

"Or rather, it's a difficult choice."

Rana spoke, gently filling in the procrastination and legacy of Hawthorne's words.

"Yes, I'm glad we agreed on this point, I thought I was the only one who would be so observant, after all, our Primordial likes to maintain a sense of mystery."

"Because I've been guarding the Primordial Adult, Hawthorne, I'm barely leaving."

“……”

Rarely, in Hawthorne's almost unchanged smile on his face, there were a few uncontrollable collapses and cracks.

"yes, it's nice to see you in this position, after all, this is not an easy position, as far as I know, for every Primordial Guard, the threat from within the Legion is greater than from the outside, and the challenge from other combat brothers is higher than the frequency of fighting, but you don't seem to have this additional concern."

"It's just the trust of the original."

“……”

Hawthorne was silent for a while before he coughed a few times, and the old soldier, who had no worries or desires, pursed his lips and thought for a while before he patted Laner's shoulder helplessly.

"It's okay to be like this in front of me, Lana, after all, we can be considered friends, but in front of the other fighting brothers, you better not say these words, or you will go and be neighbors with Lord Ahriman."

"He's in again?"

"There's no way around it."

The corners of Hawthorne's mouth crossed a few smiles without mercy.

"The council has tried to use the opportunity to fight Ahriman as a reward for outstanding merit, and the response has been even more enthusiastic than we thought."

“…… How many have you awarded? ”

"Not much, Lord Ahriman only needs to spend more than eight thousand Terra standard hours in the arena in total, to be specific, I think it's more than eight thousand eight hundred ......"

“…… Wouldn't that be too cruel? ”

"You think so, too? In fact, there was a special discussion and study in the Legion Council, and we fully listened to the opinions of the grassroots and actively adapted to the actual situation, and finally we found that ......"

"Need to cut time?"

"When you should add more than a thousand more Terra standards, you can make up the whole number of 10,000."

“……”

"After all, in the Battle of Gladstone and a series of alien annihilation operations that followed, many soldiers who made meritorious contributions did not meet the criteria for promotion, but we always had to compensate for something."

"And what about Ahriman? Aren't you afraid that he will complain in the future? After all, he can be regarded as a friend of the original body. ”

"We are well aware of that."

"So we used a secret ballot, and it wasn't unanimous."

“…… Pretty. ”

Lana nodded, heartily impressed.

"Are there really so many people who want to talk to Ahriman?"

"It's more than you think, the arena is always full, and you can still have daily communication in the rest area when it's your turn, just like discussing the new name of the Glory Queen-class battleship, which is the hottest topic these days."

"Our Primordial Lord has chosen a very clever approach: it's not a very important topic, or even an inconsequential matter, it's a matter of honor, but there is no more necessity."

"But the Primordial threw it out, giving everyone a sense of genuine participation, allowing them to truly feel that they were now the Dawnbreakers, a legion, not the XX fleet that should have been forgotten a long time ago."

"Solidarity?"

"Yes, you can also see that Yuan Xian is the most interested in this, so she temporarily handed over democracy to everyone, making them the fleeting lords of the Legion, which is enough to make them talk about it for a while, and since they were once the [masters] of the Legion, then they will naturally start to maintain the unified Legion."

"Then why don't we keep going, [democracy] going on forever."

"I have to tell you with regret that this is not feasible, Lord Rana."

"Why?"

"Because the essence of democracy is to veto, not pass."

"But there was no veto this time?"

"Because no one can veto a question, can they?"

The unspoken laughter echoed quietly at the end of the cloister, and Lana moved his muscles a little lazily, and he looked at the clock on the wall and sighed at the passage of time.

"My rest is coming to an end, Lord Hawthorne."

"Yes, my flight can't afford to be delayed, after all, the route from Avalon to the 23rd Fleet is still a castle in the air, and I have to rub off on someone else's branch fleet."

"See you next time, then."

A malicious smile gathered on the Chief Old Guard's lips as he reached out to Hawthorne, and with a delicate grasp of the angle and the light around him, the smiling Dawnbreaker found himself shaken by an unexpected light.

He looked down at the place where the light had come from.

"What's this on your wrist armor? Some kind of special bracelet? ”

"yes, it's pretty."

"It's so beautiful, I know it's a work of art at first glance, and I even feel a few wisps of psionic energy? Where did you get this goodie?"

"The first creation created by the Primordial Lord, she gave it to me with her own hands."

“……”

"To reward my loyalty."

“……”

“……”

"Well, I've changed my mind, Dear Lord Lana, I think that the Primordial Body's personal guard, as such an important position, should be fully tested and tested, maybe you are missing this link?"

"Say whatever you want, Hawthorne, I won't be afraid."

"It's great to see that you have so much confidence in your strength."

"After all, Lord Primordial has personally affirmed my strength."

“……”

“……”

Faintly, at the end of the quiet corridor of the battleship, there seemed to be a few muffled filthy words.

——————

"Speaking of which, what are our Primordial Adults doing now?"

"She's preparing for the meeting with Master Killiman, specifically, she's thinking about what she's going to wear, she's been thinking about it for a long time, you know......"

"Well, I understand, it's hard to choose."

"yes, it's been almost a whole Terra Standard Day, our primordial has just spent more than a month in her private lab, all the food and supplies are being delivered by her personal maid, and if it weren't for the imminent arrival in Macurag, I think she'll be able to stay a few more days."

"At the very least, we don't have to worry about her wearing a white coat for this kind of diplomacy."

"Who knows, anyway, I personally think that no matter what he wears, the ambitious Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds will not care, he only has his kingdom in his eyes."

"I can't say that, the necessary clothing still needs to be prepared, but unfortunately we don't seem to be of much help in this regard, maybe we need to send a special group of mortals to send an official letter of help to the Emperor's Son or the Holy Blood Angel?"

"What do you mean: arrange a ...... for our Primordial Adult"

"Image director?"

Lana touched his chin.

"A rusty word."

"After all, it's hard to be the point of talking about things that are always on your lips, are you?"

"Okay, so I'll find time to find such a mortal, is there any standard?"

"Objective-minded, knowledgeable, sophisticated and calm, tolerant of all rivers, unchaotic, pure-hearted, has sufficient coping methods for various cultures and different environments, or personal experience, and it is best to be a character who dares to fight with the original body."

“…… What are you talking about? ”

"Image director."

"I think you're talking about the Emperor's Forbidden Army."

"That's an exaggeration, Lana, but honestly, I don't know if such a character exists."

"I think it is, Hawthorne."

"How so?"

"Because our Primordial Lord does have one now...... Image Director. ”

“…… Who? ”

——————

"No problem, Ms. Morgan."

"Contemptible Taracin, happy to be your image director."

"As it happens, I have a little knowledge of the art and aesthetics of various races."

The Lord of the Second Legion hunched over his throne, looking up and down at the metal skeleton that glowed green in her eyes not far away, and gently suppressed the instinctive urge to tear the alien apart.

Objective, knowledgeable, sophisticated and calm, tolerant of all rivers, not chaotic, pure heart and few desires......

Exactly, isn't it.

It's a pity, it's an alien.

Morgan sighed silently.

She was a little dazed.

After forcing down Glaston, the Dawnbreaker's fleet swept through most of the Avalon star system, and the alien realms were not worth the same amount of trouble as human colonies, their pitiful Void power had been wiped out in the naval battles of the Cornwall system, and the Imperial fleets loyal to the Queen of Dawn were in near-Earth orbit and slaughtered the alien worlds.

And for those who resist with extremely ferocious anti-aircraft fire, the landing operation led by the Lord of the Second Legion himself is enough torture to regret: the presence of the Genoplasm makes the Astarte Legion a berserk beast eager to crush everything, and the hundreds of war rehearsals and the information processing center that always grasps the situation make the original anxious battle situation into the art of explaining unilateral slaughter, and the Genoplasm even falls into a kind of distress for this.

Although the coordination of the various units was far from seamless, the enemy they had to face was too weak in the face of the legion's three-dimensional attack and information tactics, so weak that the genetic protoplasm could not even find a suitable reason and opportunity to send her Praetorian Guard to those most dangerous areas.

Because these alien wastes don't create any crisis moments at all.

Thinking of this, the gloom gathered in the eyebrows and eyes of the Second Legion.

The strangulation of the greenskins would have been a good opportunity: if it hadn't been for Morgan's powerful blow that had opened the end of the battle, it had unfortunately torn the WARBOSS's ship and himself to shreds.

Beyond that, [the right opportunity] is like a cloudy moon in a waterhole, becoming an existence that the Genoplasm cannot grasp, and the weak many adversaries are wiped out in front of a fanatical Astarte army, and the presence of the Genogen will only make each army burst into more fanatical power, turning any factor that might turn the tide of battle into a clarion call for victory.

In this way, when the last independent world was planted with the banner of the Human Empire, and the entire Avalon Star Region became the subordinate of the Genoplasma in the cry of the Legion, Morgan was still in a somewhat dazed mood.

That's it?

And that succeeded?

One star region, more than a dozen galaxies, just didn't give her a reason and opportunity even barely suitable?

Compared to Ran Dan......

Well, well, we can't talk about Ran Dan anymore.

In her confusion, the high-spirited Luthor led a large army and began to march towards another star sector, the original old Caliban knight, after months of conquest and victory, actually had a literal medical miracle.

His spirit, which had been severely degraded, had vanished when he saw Morgan again, and standing before the Lord of the Second Legion was a Luther who knew how many years younger: full of spirit, full of spirit, full of vitality and determination.

【……】

The number of confusing things has increased......

With her face on her back, she looked at the metal alien who was talking in front of her, and just wanted to sigh or throw herself into the lab again.

Compared to this somewhat unfamiliar world, the data and rationality in the laboratory are more attractive: after more than a month of research and study, the genetic prototype has begun to bear fruit, and the bracelet on Lana's wrist is her first product, a mass-produced creation that stores the faintest trace of Morgan's psionic energy, enough to give her children an additional one-time means of mass destruction in times of crisis - or use it to self-detonate.

The Lord of the Second Legion was still silently sighing, and suddenly, her ears seemed to catch some unusual words.

What were you talking about? Sergeant Tarasin? 】

"Sleeveless half-armour, my lord."

"I have heard that one of your brothers has given you a similar gift, and perhaps you may be able to wear it on this visit: a full-length dress that you have sewn with your own hands, and that sleeveless bust on the upper body, the classic goddess of ancient Greece and Rome."

"Athena, Minerva, what a holy name that makes one long-forges closeness."

[I hope you can give a sincere and objective advice. 】

"This is sincere and objective advice, my lordship, I know why you have come to me as your image director: I have heard of the quarrels of the warriors under your command, and it is clear that your genetic father has given you a unique ability, and in the eyes of different people, you are worth looking forward to, and only in the eyes of a soulless person like me, you are a true appearance."

"But believe me, in the eyes of your blood brothers, your appearance can't change the truth that their vision can prove, so you need to dress accordingly."

"And for a man like Lord Killiman, who has the soul of ancient Rome, what could be more certain to him than a living Minerva, the goddess of wisdom, war, the moon and memory, and the patron saint of craftsmen, students, and artists, and the combination of a long skirt and a bust speaks for itself."

"Of course, if you can bring a shield and a spear again......"

[Please don't mention anything about spears to me, Sergeant Tarasin.] 】

"Hmm, okay."

"But be assured that sleeveless armor is a good idea, and if it can be paired with a sleeveless dress, it will be a lore, and no Roman can refuse all of this."

"Take my advice, you'll have a great trip to Ancient Rome."

"Pantheon, gladiators, marbles, Augustus and Caesar, oh ......"

"And, of course, the large communal bath."

(End of chapter)