Define responsibilities and confirm obligations.

Or rather, it is to ignore Tianwei and divide the territory.

Of course, the Archon of Maculag would not admit the latter two points: in his mouth, this was nothing more than a little limit of their duties within the limits of their duties, as two protogens who guarded the distant frontiers of the Empire.

All discussions can be changed later, and all verbal treaties are only for reference, and no matter what consensus they reach, a decree from the Lord of Mankind or the Holy Terra is always the highest priority, enough to completely overturn any agreement or reference document reached between them.

All they are doing now is to tentatively build the foundation of a cooperative system between the two administrators for the sake of future development, and prioritize the construction of a simple system of mutual trust, without any systematic guidance from the War Council on the Lord of Humanity and the Holy Terra.

This system does not have any authority and the possibility of coercive enforcement, and its only role is to make reference and disclose some fait accompli, so that both parties can understand the current situation and future expectations, so that further cooperation can have a higher success rate.

Verbally, in front of everyone, Killeman said so.

And in his heart, in the depths of Morgan's thoughts, he also thinks so from the bottom of his heart, but with a small resistance from some politicians.

【……】

Morgan hesitated, and for a moment she had some Perturabo-like distress: the friendliness, loyalty, and kindness of the person in front of her were really what he thought in his heart? And not enough to be subtle enough to be fake?

While the Archon of Maculag unfolded the star map and discussed to his blood relatives all that had to happen on the southeastern edge of the galaxy: the imperial world, the unknown star fields, the mystical maels, and the future enemies that could not be surrendered or needed to be destroyed, Morgan's outward appearance was listening attentively, but her soul was in full swing doing something else.

With some undying attitude, when the Lord of Maculag pointed to the worlds rich in people and resources, and talked about their history and function, the Spider Queen's web of will spread out in her command, turning into a thousand threads of silk that no one could notice, and surrounded the blood relatives opposite her in the sea of souls.

She was still a little unconvinced, she was still a little reluctant to face the pure sun that she had seen: maybe Killiman's disguise was too clever? Clever enough to completely fool her vaunted deep vision?

Morgan was never willing to let go of this self-repugnant speculation, and the thread of her will swept over and over Killiman's completely open heart over and over again, and after one smooth probing after another, the Spider Queen became even more suspicious: could there really be a genetic prototype so dull in psionic power? Sluggish as much as a red-skinned Eugeneline?

There are so many questions, and so many puzzles, that Morgan doesn't even want to believe the only answer that can easily answer all this, that is: Killeman is really a very rare normal person in the genetic prototype, so normal that his three views and worldview are no different from an excellent mortal, and he really has no more defense against psionic energy, because he doesn't think that he will be a psionic creature at all, so he fundamentally has no defenses against subspace.

Or even worse: perhaps he believes in the truth of the Empire from the bottom of his heart, and is ready to interpret subspace and all the products that come of its influence with so-called scientific concepts.

【……】

In addition to its own absurdity, the answer is indeed perfect, and can answer all the questions Morgan encountered.

So, would anyone really believe in that imperial truth?

【……】

It's weird, take another look.

The Spider Empress looked at the primordial in front of her who was sincere about the vast star map, and believed the ridiculous answer, but under her deep-seated cautious thoughts, Morgan decided to give it a final try.

Luckily, there were no powerful think tanks among the few retinues carried by the two genetic protogens, and the Lord of Maculag might have seen this as a silent gesture of overture, but it did help the Spider Empress's small movements.

A psionic pike so small that it barely felt pain, but faintly enough to be faintly perceived, took shape in the whispers of the Lord of the Second Legion, and after glancing at the still gushing blood relatives, Morgan pretended to change positions, her will churning in the sea of souls, and smashed the shuttle dart into the back of Killiman's seemingly defenseless head.

The Spider Empress could swear by the countless alien souls who had died at her hands, and it was definitely a surprise blow, and it was enough to give any psyker another basic sense of crisis: if she was in front of a master of disguise, then even the roughest beast instinct under the tension of his nerves would be enough for him to react and reveal his true flaws.

So...... What is the truth?

Morgan stared intently at the Lord of Maculag across from her, a little anticipation in his eyes.

——————

……

？！

Killiman touched his head, he stopped his words and looked left and right.

Is it a delusion? Why did he feel as if someone was hitting him with a stone?

The slight pain was fleeting, and when Killiman's gaze came out of the confusion and looked at the blood relatives across from him again, he keenly captured that there seemed to be a momentary distortion and unnaturalness on Morgan's rational perfect countenance, as if she had to face and accept a supernatural event far beyond her imagination.

She frowned, her blue pupils flickering with genuine confusion, her lips slightly open, her tongue licking her teeth, and she took a deep breath: everything was only for a moment, but it was enough to be captured by Killiman's gaze.

So......

Could it be that there is something wrong with his words?

The Lord of Maculag was the first to think of this possibility, and quickly became nervous about it: Killiman was well aware that his words were actually somewhat offensive, and while they did not violate any of the laws of the Empire, they were also unintentionally violating certain [default rules].

It stands to reason that there is no time for the Genomorphs to dictate and privately divide up the ownership of any Imperial World: if it is only about the transfer and gift of one or two worlds, it would be harmless, but now in front of the two Genoplasms is a huge map covering dozens of star regions, and their combined area is comparable to that of the smallest Imperial Star Field.

Here I have to praise the operation ability of the Lord of the Ultramarines and the means to coordinate the overall situation: the five hundred worlds of Otlama as a remote area in the southeastern border of the galaxy, in the internal affairs and diplomatic methods of Killiman, have established an extraordinary influence in the Far East star field, although the body of the five hundred worlds has not changed, but its sphere of influence has reached the maelstrom region, radiating about one-sixth of the galaxy.

It is precisely such a huge influence that has allowed rumors such as [Killiman's vast ambition] to persist throughout the human empire, and the Lord of Maculag has also heard of the rumors related to it, but he has never really cared about these rumors: Otlama's semi-independence comes from the personal consent of the Lord of Mankind, and Killiman believes that there is nothing wrong with what he has done, and that he is not afraid of shadows.

As for his constant expansion of his personal territory: in fact, every Astarte regiment has the right to manage and rule the unknown world that they explore on their own and fight alone, which is nothing against the law, but the Ultramarines are a little overzealous in this regard.

In general, Killiman was still fearless against his brothers and mortals who accused him, after all, he had a clear conscience.

But now, it's different: he's doing something that rubs the bottom line.

In fact, the Lord of Maculag is not unaware that he is doing this [unruly], and in his plan, he is constantly thinking about whether to delete this activity: but after seeing the rational pupils of his Avalon blood relatives who are almost exactly the same as those of Lady Yudon, the Genogen of the Ultramarines subconsciously determined that his blood relatives must also be rational and thoughtful and intelligent, and she will know the meaning of the Lord of Maculag's actions, and recognize the goodwill and cooperation he expressed.

Yes, for a moment, Killiman's blood overcame his caution, the Genogen's vengeful son defeated the Archon of Macurag, and the eagerness for the future broke through the already unstable calm, causing Killiman to spit out those words, those dangerous words.

A blood relative who may share his like-minded thoughts: though not entirely certain, the mere possibility of this reality is enough to excite the Lord of Maculag, and then a natural desire for cooperation arises.

The first step of cooperation is naturally to reveal the bottom line and interests of both parties, so as to reach cooperation in those places that are not in conflict and seek coexistence in those places that are in conflict: so, the star map is spread out, and a rather [ambitious] Lord of Maculag appears in front of the Dawnbreakers.

It doesn't sound like the behavior of a mature politician, but the question is: is the Lord of Maculag really a full-fledged politician? Does he really have the cold heart that disregards shame and puts interests first, and will maintain tactfulness and rationality anytime and anywhere? Or, can he really extinguish his impulsiveness and recklessness for the sake of the ideas in his heart, and identify and silently swallow the evil consequences of reality?

If he had, he wouldn't have been called the Son of Vengeance.

If he had, perhaps in another world that was not similar, perhaps in the world called Couss, he would not have been limited by the worst lies and the purest thoughts, and would have seen the invasion of his own world, the slaughter of his own children, as a "misunderstanding."

In fact, at least in the glory days of the Great Expedition, the consul of Maculag was by no means a complete statesman, although he possessed the political talent and skill cultivated alternately by nature and nurture, and also possessed the simple idea of benefiting the public, but he was still too far from a real statesman.

He's too naïve, he's too rational.

He's too calm, he's too reckless.

He has a heart for the world, but he is obsessively attached to Otlama.

He is loyal and reliable, but he is always reluctant to take the initiative to provoke the beam.

He can sort out a well-organized plan when no one is around, but he will also act irrationally in the slightest interference between the environment and the reality.

He can show his slick politics when necessary, but sometimes all it takes is the simplest lies and misleading to make him do ridiculously stupid things.

These are undoubtedly his shortcomings, but on the other hand, they are also his strengths, his passion, his naivety, and even his restlessness that is often suppressed at that time, forming an indomitable and noble heart that believes in hope and glory, which, together with his political skill and ability to think, constitutes a great and most important heir to the emperor among all the genetic primitives, the greatest and most important for ordinary mortals, compared to whom the archangel of Baal is too divine, And although the compassionate dragon of the nocturne has enough heart, it also lacks the ability and means to benefit the public.

Only Killiman, with the help of his strengths and weaknesses, can build a true heavenly realm, a great mortal home.

Of course, all this did not prevent the Lord of Maculag from now being in an awkward situation: shortcomings are still shortcomings after all, and at this moment, the shortcomings called recklessness and naivety succeeded in striking at the poor genoplasm, and he could not help but regret his impulsive actions.

It is indeed exciting to meet blood relatives who are like-minded and share common goals, but it is still inappropriate to be too obvious and impatient to engage in sensitive political matters.

The moment he spread out the star map and spoke, Killiman quickly realized this: but it was too late, and the Lord of Maculag could only look at his blood relatives with some embarrassment, until Morgan smiled at him silently after a long silence.

For some reason, Killiman always felt reassuring at the sight of the smile under those blue pupils: it seemed to be a feeling that only Lady Euton could bestow, and the blood relatives in front of him, though not in the slightest physical resemblance to Lady Euton, always felt the same familiarity to the Lord of Makurag.

He restrained his excitement and let reason take over the high ground again, while watching his blood relatives cautiously, for fear that the next second he would be subjected to a duty for infidelity, or that he would once again inadvertently step on a red line in his blood kin's heart.

He even felt his breathing tighten for a moment: pitifully, although it had been nearly half a century since he returned to the Human Empire, the Lord of Maculag was still a snow-white chapter when it came to getting along with his blood relatives, after all, he had never thought of any too intimate personal relationship with his blood relatives before: it was inappropriate.

And now, it was time for him to swallow the bitter fruit, and with the slightest experience, he had made a mistake in the first step, and now the process of waiting for Morgan to speak was no different from judgment for him.

Killiman stopped talking, his gaze moving with Morgan's pupils, examining the roughly divided star charts back and forth, the heart forged in Hera's Castle couldn't help but pampend.

Her gaze seemed to linger on the Damocles Star Zone for a moment, could it be that she was dissatisfied with being assigned to this desolate area?

She seemed to be silently measuring the distance from Avalon to Maculag, still worried about the safe distance between the two?

She looked at ...... again

The power of the calculations brought about countless simultaneous contemplations, and after the Lord of Maculag regained his ideals, his brain quickly began to scare himself into a regular pattern, as Morgan's brief reading of the star charts involuntarily popped up with thousands of worries.

Until the Spider Queen looked up.

Until the Lord of the Second Legion slightly curled the corners of his lips and revealed countless smiles.

……

What is she laughing at?

Is that a declaration of reconciliation?

Or silent rage?

Killeman breathed heavily.

He waited for the results.

——————

Morgan was smiling.

She wanted to laugh.

But she knew that she couldn't laugh out loud now: after ten years of training in the Dark Angel Legion, Morgan still had this ability.

The Lord of the Second Legion felt only a different kind of mixed feeling at this time: she felt a kind of absurdity, a kind of eccentricity, a kind of helplessness, a kind of consternation......

All the emotions combined with the facts in front of you turned into a ...... Smile.

Morgan lowered her head, and she suppressed the corners of her lips, suppressing her almost uncontrollable smile: no, she had to think of something that wasn't so happy.

Well, what do you want to do?

Think of the Emperor's gift.

【……】

Very good, the effect is outstanding.

The corners of the Second Legion's mouth could not help but suppress, and she looked once again at the star map that Killiman had divided, which was the source of her laughter, because through this picture that showed ambition in front of the eyes of others, Morgan saw a ridiculous truth.

How ridiculous......

Her prudence, her caution, her self-doubt, and what she had heard from countless people, the dictatorial king entrenched in Macurag, the ambitious.

……

…… Hahaha

Morgan reached out and stroked the star map.

It was undoubtedly a work of art, a clear depiction of the worlds in the southeastern galactic that had been occupied or explored by the Empire, and such a clear map would seem to anyone to be a testament to ambition, but Morgan could see much more.

She saw the boundaries that Killeman had drawn for his [Governing Zone] in the previous gushing: how to say it......

It's not as simple as cutting off one's own arm.

Prior to this, the worlds and galaxies that were treasured by Killiman and the closest to the Avalon Sector, which Morgan considered to be a warning to his sphere of influence, had now been turned into a complete Borderlands with a wave of the hands of the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds.

In the area close to the maelstrom, in the eastern frontier of the galaxy, and even on the west side of Damocles Bay, which is the closest to the control zone of the two sides, a large area of influence was spit out by Killiman with a wave of his hand, and these earth snakes who had originally swayed between the emperor and the five hundred worlds became the bargaining chips of the Lord of Maculag to show goodwill, and the tentacles that had surrounded the country of Morgan from three sides were cut off by themselves, turning into a big stride back on the star map.

The Lord of Maculag drew a shallow line to represent his bottom line: and the area behind this line happened to be the true world of the Five Hundred Worlds of Otrama.

That is to say, in addition to the worlds he had mastered before his reunion with the Lord of Humanity, in Killiman's eyes, his vast sphere of influence could be used as an expression of goodwill, as a genuine help, as a gift to the Empire, to express his sincerity to his blood relatives and those behind her, and a message that could not be clearer:

He doesn't care about these places, and he doesn't have excessive greed or possessiveness for these spheres of influence.

Of course, Morgan couldn't have eaten such a huge piece of cake, but she had received a message from Killiman: everything could be talked about except his five hundred worlds, and those spheres of influence and peripheral countries that he regarded as treasures in the eyes of outsiders were not what Killiman had on his mind.

If the female tyrant of Avalon feels that her kingdom is threatened by the Five Hundred Worlds, then it doesn't matter, Killiman can let her sphere of influence retreat south, handing over a large number of the periphery to Morgan or the Empire.

If Holy Terra feels that Otrama's expansion into the Maelstrom is an ambition, then the Lord of Macurag can also give up his influence and stop watching the richness and prosperity of the Maelstrom.

If his blood relatives feel that the two sides will be entangled in the common East, then Killeman is also happy to take a step back, and even give up some of the detected galaxies to show his goodwill and sincerity of cooperation, and as for Damocles Bay? Killeman could even swear he wouldn't set foot there again.

The concession is large, but on paper and in public, it is not a concession, but an area to be developed and negotiated between the two legions, an area that can be jointly developed in the future, and an experimental autonomous region in the eastern part of the galaxy.

This kind of random name can be changed a thousand times, and if you have to reveal the truth from the perspective of a soldier: the buffer zone, it is not impossible.

Of course, none of this was a gift for nothing, nor was it a pure outburst of goodwill in Killiman's heart: the lord of the Maculagram, who had long been accustomed to cram his political deliberations into any action and discourse, was silently telling Morgan one thing when he so clearly and unmistakably made his kindness known:

Anything can be done, but his five hundred worlds, his true otrama, the United Realms he took from Connaught and built with his own hands before the arrival of the Lord of Men and the Empire.

No need to talk.

Although it is not explicitly stated, a similar meaning is present in every action and every word of Killiman, frequently to the point of even exaggeration, and it is in this hint that Morgan finally sees what kind of person his blood relatives are.

Thereupon.

She smiled.

Laughing happily.

——————

I really laughed to death.

There are no ambitious people.

There is no one who spies on the king's power.

There is nothing [the emperor has a shadow of Alexander the Great].

What is the careerist who is entrenched in the southeastern border of the galaxy and yearns for domination.

Who is in front of her?

The guy in front of her, who is full of petty family, political considerations, reckless flames, and naivety and simple ideals that can be seen through at a glance, is it really the ambitious person in those mouths?

……

……

Scold!

What an ambitious maniac.

There are no expansionists.

What a great deal of imperial calamity with great talent and bad intentions?

In front of her, she was nothing more than a person who longed to divide one side, to retain a certain independence in the Empire, to keep her homeland from having to be completely assimilated by the Human Empire, and in her actual actions, she always unconsciously regarded Otlama and the Human Empire as equals......

It's just a vassal king.

The vassal king, the vassal king of the five hundred worlds.

This may be the ultimate ideal that burns in Killiman's mind.

As for the heir of the emperor, one of the rulers of the human empire, the master of the great legion and the genetic prototype, and the potential ruler of the entire galactic East, it is completely out of Killiman's heart, nor is he valued at all, his desire is only five hundred worlds, and his greed is only five hundred worlds.

The king of the first domain.

A vassal king of the 500 worlds.

Robert Killiman, that's all.

——————

[Alright then, bro]

Let's talk about it. 】

[For our cooperation, for our common future, let's have a good chat. 】

——————

"Morgan, my blood relative."

"It is my honor to introduce to you: my palace lord, my adoptive mother, one of the most important people in my life, Lady Talasha Yutun, who is the treasure of the five hundred worlds and at the same time my treasure."

The dinner that followed the first collaboration meeting was nothing more than a formality, and the grand ballroom of Hera Castle was filled with thousands of people of great power: the Governor of the Planet, the Bishop of the Mechanicus, the High King of the Knight Families, or the councillors and nobles from all over Macurag.

Most of them, or all of them, longed to be able to squeeze in front of the two Protogens, but under the cold gaze of the Protogens, only a few were summoned by the Lord of Macurag himself: but other than that, it was definitely a feast for both the guests and the hosts.

After the last glass of wine had been drunk, Killiman and his blood relatives quietly left the crowd and entered a private reception room, where the guards were left behind in the doorway, and there was only one person in the room who had been waiting for him.

[First meeting, Ms. Judton.] 】

Morgan's smile was still flawless, and she stepped forward to bend her knees so that Yutun could shake her hand without raising his arm, and the Lord of the Second Legion and the Lord of the Palace smiled genuinely at the same time from the first moment they met, which made the Lord of Macurag stand aside and feel a heartfelt joy and relief.

"Even in Macurag, I've heard of the Soul Drinker's name for a long time."

Judon shook hands with Morgan, she seemed very calm and calm about seeing a new genetic protogen, she pulled Morgan to the same bench she would sit on when she talked to Killiman, while the Lord of Maculag just looked at the bench that could not accommodate another protogen, and sat silently on another chair.

[When I fought in the Dark Angel Legion, I also heard of the name of Otrama. 】

Morgan blinked, revealing his playful eyelashes at Ms. Judton.

[The mother of the original body, anyone will feel her wisdom and rationality. 】

Yutun smiled, and she looked up and down at the genogen who was even kinder than she had imagined, and a boulder in her heart couldn't help but fall to the ground: if Killiman's blood relatives were such figures, then there was nothing for her to worry about.

And......

Yudon blinked: I don't know why, maybe it was a psychological effect, when she really came into close contact with this genetic protogen named Morgan, the more she looked, the more she felt as if she had seen another Killiman.

In Morgan's body, there seems to be a soul similar to that of her adopted son: in Ms. Ulton's eyes, Morgan is so similar to her child Killiman, just as in Gilliman's eyes, Morgan is like a second Lady Skillton.

"There is no reason and wisdom, I am just lucky to have such a wonderful son, and I have some light."

Morgan and Yutun sat on the bench together, and the original gene gently chanted her own spell, so that her body unconsciously shrunk to a body that could talk side by side with the mother of the original body, but in just three or two sentences, the two ladies were already shaking hands with each other, talking and laughing.

[On the contrary, I think that on top of this, it is fortunate that Killiman is. 】

Seeing his blood relatives smiling at him, Killiman involuntarily raised his head slightly, his rationality and caution being washed away in his pride in Lady Euton, and he did his best to keep his voice calm, slowly revealing the "words of humility" in Killiman's eyes.

"It's nothing, Morgan."

"Fathers and mothers are one of the most fundamental and important components of any person's life."

"I'm just a rare wonder that any lucky mortal would have, but: like you said, it's my luck, my treasure."

The words of the Lord of Maculag sparked a new laugh in the room, causing the Astartes standing in the doorway to turn their heads and look at the closed door.

"It's like the sound that would come out of a mortal's house gathering."

A slightly young warrior couldn't help but whisper to himself, which attracted him a lot of strange glances.

"Mortal?"

An equally soft question rang out among the idle warriors, so light that it seemed to disturb the joy of the house.

"Yes, mortal families, I heard that yesterday when I was on guard in the neighborhood."

The young Ultramarines swear by it.

"I remember very clearly: the mother, the mother's concubine, and the mother's child."

“……”

“……”

"Would you like to change your words, boy?"

There was an inquiry from among the blue armors.

"No, I think it's good."

The silver armor on the side slowly said a different opinion, and in the face of the ensuing extreme vision, the figure in the armor only showed a pure and harmless smile.

"That's a good description, isn't it?"

(End of chapter)