The bed in Macullag was even more comfortable than Morgan had imagined.

The Lord of Maculag's pupils were also bloodshot more than Morgan had imagined.

It seems that he does like to read.

Morgan thought so, and she hammered her shoulder comfortably, and with the help of the little maid who had come to her room early in the morning, she pushed open the door of the guest room with the most refreshing gesture.

At first glance, the Spider Queen looked at the guards at the door, which had been replaced by the other two old guards, and the second glance, she saw Killiman standing at the end of the corridor, slowly approaching.

He doesn't look very good.

Thinking of this, Morgan couldn't help but smile wickedly in his heart.

Killiman is not in good shape: it makes her feel a despicable pleasure, because she is the one who started it all.

She deliberately caused all of this, causing Killiman's exhaustion at this point, a living projection of a teasing mentality with no real malice in reality, and the Lord of Maculag was another unlucky person who had tripped up over it.

As early as the early intelligence gathering of the Ultramarine's genetic protogen, and the observation of the official meeting, Morgan was able to determine one thing: if Magnus had knowledge and arrogance in his veins, and Pertulabo's chest was almost rotten steel, then the Lord of Maculag in front of her was a man who used a contemplative person as his brain, a filing cabinet as his heart, and a series of words as his own circulating blood...... Office Maniac.

Such a character cannot resist the temptation of a manual, especially a management book about unknown territory, which is enough to make him forget the passage of time and physical fatigue, and plunge headlong into the sea of learning greed: and judging by Killiman's current performance, Morgan's guess can be said to be accurate.

As for the Lord of the Second Legion, she was lying in bed guessing and reasoning in her mind, imagining with relish the pitiful fatigue of her blood relatives under her teasing, only when she saw it with her own eyes the next morning, she found that the reality was more than she had imagined.

It's also more interesting.

And this [interesting] is the main way for Morgan to be happy: her pathetic malice allows her to draw only the greatest nourishment from the misfortunes of others, to nourish the most obvious twisted happiness in her heart.

And in the midst of this fleeting laughter, Robert Killiman, the most powerful of the countless lords of the Human Empire, the arbiter of the second largest interstellar empire in the Cosmos, had come to the countenance of his blood relative, and he bourezed up as much as he could, greeting the Lord of the Second Legion on a daily basis, but the faint marks on his face had already betrayed him mercilessly.

The Lord of the Ultramarines has now changed to a more formal ceremonial armor, with a dull gold and shiny pale cream on the main color of cobalt blue, and the emblems of the eagle and laurel are delicately placed on the chest and shoulders on both sides, striving to set off the owner of the armor as a heroic king: and Killiman himself does have the silent majesty of a king, but this majesty looks a little haggard.

[Didn't get a good rest? 】

Morgan took a few steps forward, greeted him, and showed a smile to his blood relatives who seemed to be extremely concerned, but in fact knowingly asked: this couldn't help but give her little maid next to her a somewhat helpless look.

"It's okay, it's just some business."

The master of the Five Hundred Worlds put on a rather reluctant smile, and under the operation of his deep talent for war, this reluctance turned into a deliberate slowness in the control of everything, and Morgan did not mind the plan, and continued to tell a few nonsense words about taking good care of the body, which made the cubs of the two legions on the side quite emotional about the deep friendship between the genetic prototypes.

Killiman earnestly answered the blood kin's concerns, word by word, until his superhuman attention noticed something strange: the Ultramarine's genetic protoplasm looked at the handmaiden with her blood-red pupils, and from her, the Lord of Maculag felt a slight threat that could almost be called inexplicable, as if this weak mortal with no power could make him bleed.

Killiman had some impression of her blood cousin's handmaiden: less than two Terra Standard Hours ago, she and a group of Daybreakers had requested permission to enter Hera's Castle, and the Lord of the Ultramarines had personally granted permission.

But before he could continue to think, his silver-haired blood relatives noticed this, so she frowned rather worriedly, chose to step forward, and after politely holding the hand of the Lord of Maculag, a vortex of psionic energy like a breeze swirled around Killiman's body, and almost in the blink of an eye, the Ultramarine's genetic protoplasm regained its energy, and his attention naturally returned to his gratitude to his blood relatives.

[Looks like you're quite happy with my gift?] Killiman? 】

Morgan glanced at the Psionic Sacred Book, which Gilliman held tightly in his hand, and the book she had compiled by herself with Psionic Energy had already had some traces of frequent reading, and many of the originally flat chapters had a visible kneading and undulation, and even the smell of pen and ink could be smelled in it: judging by the distribution of these folds, Gilliman had already flipped through the entire book, and even made a lot of reviews.

It's truly breathtaking: this is a huge bound book of thousands of pages that Morgan has compiled from a dozen or so textbooks he has written for the psionic forces, selecting the real essence of the textbooks.

And with Morgan's question, a ray of light flickered through the eyes of the Lord of the Ultramarines, and the last trace of psychological exhaustion was swallowed up by the surging excitement, Killyman took Morgan's hand and walked down the cool corridor to the breakfast room, and motioned to the others not to follow too closely: after all this, he had a trembling opening in Morgan's ear.

"Do you know what you've written? My blood relative? ”

[A book, a book of psionic powers.] 】

With a genuine bewilderment, Morgan did not understand the excitement of her blood relatives, and she casually followed Killiman's pace, her gaze occasionally sweeping over the enclosed courtyard of the cloister, where the emerald green was emitting a soft admiration that even the Dawnbreaker's Genoplasm could not help but admire, the unruly bushes were trimmed and exuded a refreshing obedience and straightness, and the light of the morning light that belonged to Makurag broke in through the shining walls of great value, lapping against the orderly greens. Flapping at the slightly fancy mural behind them.

Everything is like the master of Maculag, everything is like the owner of this castle of Hera: the Thirteenth Legion, and there is an innate sense of order and the pursuit of order, and it is this sense of order that is probably the most beloved thing by Morgan in all of Otrama.

Compared to them, the excitement of Killiman in the ears is a little frizzy and disgusting.

"A book?"

"No, no, no."

"It looks like you don't get it yet, Morgan, it looks like you haven't realized what you've done unintentionally, and it was only in the last night's reading that I occasionally got a faint spark of inspiration."

The corners of Killiman's eyebrows were fluttering, and although on the whole, his countenance remained in the two stages of solemnity and steadyness, but the enthusiasm that remained in his pupils, and the irrepressible excitement in his words, all showed his excitement and joy for what he thought in his heart.

"Morgan, do you remember what you wrote in that Psionic Sacred Book?"

[Of course.] 】

[I recorded my general understanding and narration of psionic powers; It records how each level and type of psionic should play its role and ability in single-person combat, squad combat, large-scale combat, and psyker group combat; It records the things that beginners should pay attention to when learning and mastering psionic powers; There have been some very typical cases of failed spell casting; It records the learning experience of each psionic system, as well as some basic psionic spells; Finally, I add a little exhortation and warning similar to the moral character of the mind. 】

[In general, these things are the textbooks used by those think tanks in my legion for daily study, and I have summarized them and made the necessary cuts and simplifications to form this bound book. 】

"That's right!"

Killeman clapped his hands, and he smiled most sincerely, placing Morgan's psionic tome on his chest as if he were clutching a treasure.

"Haven't you thought about it, Morgan?"

[What have you thought about?] 】

"This book you wrote."

"In this book, in this bound book that has not yet been fully codified, you talk about the concept and subject of psionic energy, how to master the basic psionic knowledge and spells, how to pay attention to the safety hazards and problems in the process of casting spells, and teach those who read the need to use psionic energy carefully with serious failure cases and ideological and moral education."

"Individually, these things are nothing, but if you put them all together, what is it? This is an all-encompassing basic textbook for beginners in psionic abilities! This is a universal primer book that can tell those beginners how to master the power of psionics, what common dangers and mistakes to avoid, how to use psionic battles, and how to recite those basic spells! ”

"Even a layman like me, who has little research on psionic powers, can read every word of this book, and I just found the think tank apprentices under my command, and with the help of this book, they can successfully cast spells that they didn't know before: it is enough to show that it is extremely useful! It's enough to be called a qualified textbook! ”

【……】

Morgan took a deep breath: Killiman's words were like a muffled thunder on the edge of the sky in the distance in the midst of a dark cloudy and sultry summer night, which made the heart of the Lord of the Second Legion shake a little, but it was still full of confusion and confusion?

[So what?] 】

The Spider Empress couldn't help but ask: the original purpose of writing this book was just to give her psionic cubs a general idea and mental cage, so that they would not be free to play like Qianzi and give her some surprises from subspace.

That's all.

As for more things...... She really hadn't thought about it.

"So?"

Killeman chuckled softly.

"So have you ever thought about this, Morgan: you could compile the book all over again, put it together and organize it thoroughly, and then ...... it?"

"Get it out."

"It has been extended to other legions, to mortal auxiliaries, to those who have psionic beings, but there has never been a real explanatory book to tell those psionics what to do, in every corner of the empire."

【…… Popularize? 】

"Yes, promotion."

Killiman nodded with some excitement, he felt pride and joy in the unintentional achievement of his blood relatives, especially at the thought that this would be enough to bring order back to another chaotic realm, and the Lord of the Ultramarines felt his heart tremble.

[But Killiman...... However, there is nothing advanced in this book at all, it is just a summary of some basic knowledge, common problems and various psionic knowledge, all of which are the most basic content. 】

"That's right, Morgan, my blood relative: that's the beauty of this book."

For the first time, Killiman's smile made the Lord of the Second Legion hesitate.

"What you have written is not a very profound book, although I don't know much about psionic energy, but I can still see that in the field of psionic energy, you just put together the knowledge of preschool education and elementary and junior high school, as well as some ideological and moral education, to form this spiritual canon."

"But have you ever thought about it: because of the particularity of psionic powers, almost all psionics have no inheritance and corresponding education, even if the think tanks that are now experimentally promoted in the Astarte Legion, they still do not have a qualified education system in essence, and most of them still rely on master-apprentice inheritance and private exploration."

"In this situation, in this situation where every psionic beginner can only face a sea of chaos and blankness, will the most basic knowledge in your mouth be exactly what they need most?"

"Understand what psionic energy is, understand what common problems there are, understand how to use psionic energy to participate in battle, understand how to build a system of psionic troops, and understand how to deal with this abrupt force with a cautious and rational attitude."

"Eventually, they can even learn some basic psionic spells."

"Yes, this is something very basic for any veteran psyker, but for those beginners who don't have a lineage, these things are the knowledge he desperately needs: and when he has mastered the basics, who's to say that he is not a qualified psyker?"

"It can even be said that for the vast majority of psykers, mastering these things is enough, mediocrity is the majority of the empire, even if it is psykers, there are only a few who dare to pursue higher latitudes, and the vast majority of psykers have been able to find everything they need in your book, and they have been able to learn everything they need to dedicate to the empire."

"A basic textbook may not be a valuable thing alone, but when you are facing a blue ocean without any foundation and rules, a basic textbook with a systematic and explanatory nature is a treasure that everyone desires."

"You must know that my blood relatives, almost every Astarte legion, there are a certain number of psionic warriors, and their strength and hidden dangers are not to be underestimated, but except for a few members of the space wolf, holy blood angel, white scar and Qianzi, most of the legions actually do not have a complete system to organize and master their psionic warriors, although the think tank system is slowly being promoted, but it still can't solve one problem: standardization."

"Many legions have no psykeric traditions at all, and they are unable to provide any help or support to the psionics that appear in their legions: this is the case with the Ultramarines, even in Otrama, the psionics have been avoided for a long time, and their traditions and powers have very few records."

"In this case, the [basic knowledge] that you have gathered is actually a treasure beyond the reach of the vast majority of psionics: in my opinion, maybe only the Thousand Sons Legion or the Emperor can do the same thing, but none of them have done so, and none of them have defined a scope for psionic energy and think tanks, specifying the simplest criteria."

"Anything that is not standardized is destined to be only a small workshop, and there is no future in the vast stage of the galaxy, and this psionic holy book written by you may be enough to make up for this defect of the think tank system: it can completely specify the rules, plan the scope, establish order, and reach tacit understanding, and it can become a solid foundation for each legion to refer to and then correct according to its own situation."

"Over time, when countless successors have provided enough revisions based on the actual situation, we may have really standardized our psionic abilities: of course, I know it's difficult, but it's not completely impossible, is it?"

"Since the mechanical sergeants in the legion can use the standards of Mars as a benchmark for learning and further education, then we can do the same with the think tank, so that the think tank system can become a helper with a formal system, rather than a sloppy cover and concentration for those psionic warriors in the legion."

Killeman smiled and patted his blood relative on the shoulder, and he was greeted by Morgan's slightly furrowed brow.

[I remember...... The think tank system has been proposed and experimented with for a long time, but they still don't have a suitable standard? 】

The Lord of Maculag spread his hands.

"You know, the main proposer and promoter of the think tank is Magnus, and although Chagatai and St. Giles agree, they don't have more practical contributions, so it's more Magnus who contributes."

"And Magnus...... He is interested in these basic education...... There is not much interest, and he doesn't actually do much more for the think tank system, in general, it is still the psionics of the various legions who are groping for themselves, which is the main reason why the think tank system has been experimenting for so many years, but it has never become part of the mainstream structure of the legion: no one really cares about it, and no one is the leader of it. ”

"Maybe you can change that, my blood relative, maybe you can change it."

"Personally, I think you should think about it."

【……】

[I still think it's a dangerous thing to teach them to be psykers.] 】

"Yes, but wouldn't it be a fitting theme and goal for those Legionnaires who have shown their psionic abilities to become qualified think tanks and teach them how to follow the right think tank path?"

——————

Killiman's words were just ordinary snippets on the way to the breakfast room, and nothing important happened in the rest of the day.

The Genetic Prototype of the Thirteenth Legion received the gifts of his blood relatives, and after a simple but serious breakfast, he led his blood relatives on a tour of Maculag.

All serious matters had been settled before yesterday's dinner, and the present Lord of the Second Legion was only an honorable visitor, a witness to the many prosperity of the Macullag: in Killiman's heart he longed to show his rule to any of his blood relatives, a most instinctive and simple pride.

But before the real visit begins, there is also a precious treasure in Hera Castle that can be used as an appetizer to start this journey with the Lord of the Ultramarines.

"A magical machine, I found it on an expedition, probably a product of the lost technological era, a wonderful but not so healthy game."

In Langsheng's introduction, Killiman enters a large room with his blood relatives, and in the center of the room is a huge contemplative machine, with various operating platforms, connection points, medical equipment, and 24 immersion sofas in the center, forming a huge device, whistling coils and piles of transformer boxes piled up in various corners, together forming a restored ancient relic.

What is it? 】

"A machine that originated in ancient times and can realize real-life simulation, which can connect our brains and allow us to enter a real fantasy world, and play some battles or wars in it."

[Virtual reality? 】

"It can also be called a tactical simulation, similar to a dream, but very realistic."

"Well, do you want to give it a try?"

Killiman's invitation was born in the hustle and bustle of countless staff, and Morgan's hesitation lasted only a second.

[Okay.] 】

The Spider Queen smiled in response, and as she lay down on the immersion couch and let the staff place the magnetic headband on her head, she suddenly turned her head and said a word to the Lord of Maculag.

[Killiman.] 】

"What's wrong?"

[Is this a competition? 】

"Sort of."

Can I use psionic powers? 】

"It can indeed simulate the effect of psionic energy in its dream fragments, but I'm not sure if it can be simulated intact with your level of psionic power."

[That's ......]

Morgan's mouth curled into a smile.

[That...... Shall we take the opportunity to bet something, my brother, we need some painless bets to make this game a little more interesting. 】

“…… For example? ”

[Do you remember that when we were discussing the management area last night, there was a star field called Sosa, which we temporarily withheld our opinion. 】

The Lord of Macurag frowned, and he immediately understood Morgan's off-string sound, which made him somewhat disagree.

"No world should be a bet on any game, Morgan."

[It's not the world yet, is it? We haven't explored it yet, it's just an exploration of power, and who knows what the Sosa field has, isn't that an invisible gamble in itself. 】

“…… Well, the next is not an example. ”

[So a game to decide the winner? 】

"The sooner the better."

As he spoke, Killiman closed his eyes, allowing the contemplative's dreams to sink into his mind through the currents behind his head, leading him into a somewhat desolate ruin.

——————

Killyman was ready.

Killiman joins the fray.

Killeman discovered Morgan.

Killiman dropped the loot [Sosa Field].

(End of chapter)