[I sometimes wonder if I use the genetic sequences extracted from my offspring or even myself as a blueprint and modify and reshape them to a certain extent, will I be able to create another individual with the ability to think independently, or a new race? 】

[Or, I could try to adjust the Astarte warrior's genetic seed and XX chromosome to test if this behavior is really biologically impossible.] 】

Or, the simplest and most boring step, we may be able to complement and fuse the genetic seeds of two different legions, try to eliminate their disadvantages, draw the strengths together, and create a unique warrior who does not belong to any legion, but has both strengths. 】

What do you think we will create? What kind of product will we get after we fuse the bloodlines of the two genetic fathers together? 】

“……”

"Orphans."

In the blink of an eye, the petite maid pushing the food cart wielded her wits and provided the most reasonable and unshakable answer to her.

This concise, absurd, but somewhat reasonable answer made the silver-haired creator who created her stunned for a moment, and then showed a helpless smile.

[Not without reason. 】

You are the simplest of cleverness, my Virgo, and it seems that I have poured so much energy and experimentation into you in the last few months, and it seems that this is the right thing to do. 】

The handmaiden of the genetic prototype, Aniah, or [Virgo], under such a sincere compliment, simply blinked her eyes and nodded, as a reward for the praise of the master of the Second Legion,

Her inflexible brain could not read more invisible words, so she chose an infallible action: pushing the food cart, Virgo brought the afternoon tea tower to Morgan, and then watched her hostess softly thank her, and quickly eliminated the dazzling array of pastries with grace but speed.

Witnessing this scene, Virgo tilted her head: although she had undergone no less than a dozen transformations, renovations, and enhancements, and although her brain processor was no different from the proud creations of the Cult of the Mechanicus in terms of computing speed, her incomplete thinking circuit still couldn't understand some things.

Why, for example, could the silver-haired and blue-eyed creator in front of her destroy an entire tower of desserts taller than an Astarte warrior every twenty-four Terra standard hours? She stuffed baskets of apple pie and tiramissus into her mouth, licking the stickiness off her fingers, and the sweet black tea and drinks were consumed in pots: but she had never seen the slightest bit of fortune.

But where does all that heat go?

In curiosity, she asked, and the answer she got was the most confident and casual answer that the gene prototype proudly pinched her psoas muscles.

Psionic energy. 】

“……”

Virgo doesn't know much about psionic powers, but she still thinks: Is there something wrong with this?

But she didn't ask, because she knew that it was not her mission: Virgo had been emphasized countless times in the transformation and renovation of time and again, and the greatest function she had been molded to do was to protect the security of the battleship and Morgan's personal space, and then, to satisfy all the whims of the genetic protoplasm.

None of these tasks are difficult, especially the second point: Virgo remembers very well that during the three years she returned from Otlama, the life of the Lord of the Second Legion was actually quite monotonous and regular, except for commanding her 23rd Expeditionary Fleet to constantly regain and conquer, and occasionally checking the progress of construction and political system in various parts of Avalon, she spent most of her time in her private laboratory, with endless test tubes and genetic seeds.

The Daybreakers, and the Wanderers of the Second Legion, have gathered all sorts of technical knowledge from all over the galaxy so that their queen can realize the ideas that keep popping up in her mind, and under this supply of demand, the Spider Queen's technical power is still far inferior to her most terrifying brothers, but it is not to be underestimated.

Ania is the best embodiment of this progress, after the sixth large-scale modification and upgrade, she obtained the name of [Virgo], which means two things: first, her strength, thinking circuit and future have been basically formed, and second, Morgan has figured out how to mass-produce creations that are no different from Aniah, so the little maid in the past has become the first machine [Virgo] of the [Constellation Series] at this time.

In addition, Virgo also knows that her creator has created at least two of her kind, the Queen of Avalon named Semiramis has officially received her body and all over the body of the psionic spell, and continues to serve the Lord of the Second Legion under the name of Cassiopeia, and at the same time, Morgan is said to have created an individual named Orion to help her oversee the future Federal Justice Department of Avalon.

Regulation: This is the Spider Queen's greatest request for her creations, her constellations, and her daughters, who have shaped these real projections with the rarest metals, the most powerful firepower, the most majestic psionic powers, and the most stubborn control, possessing them with her own dedication and devotion to certain things, making them agents of the genoplasm in all aspects, and becoming the increasingly massive Avalon web, the most critical and solid core hubs.

Some of these [court maids] inherited the powerful firepower given by Morgan, enough to single-handedly fight warships or multiple Astarte companies; Some were given by Morgan a psionic storm capable of tearing apart the hive and the mountains; They are all monsters with a little personal will and eternal bloodless and tearless, and with Morgan's orders as the only driving force, they can make the Spider Queen's body as a point at any time, and descend on any corner of the galaxy.

They are so brutal that even the Spider Queen's heirs are far inferior to their berserk power; They are so ruthless that even the veterans of the Inner Ring under the command of the Lord of the Dark Angels can be called sentimental; They are so loyal that a single will from the Spider Queen is enough to completely overturn and change all their operating logic.

And they were so expensive, cherished, and cumbersome: after almost three years, Morgan had only built one of these creations with his own hands, and then remodeled two more on the existing foundation.

Thinking of the shaping and renovation time of three or five years, and the cost of a cutting-edge main warship, the Spider Empress had a slight understanding of the mood of the Lord of Mankind when he shaped the forbidden army.

In the planning and expectation of the Lord of the Second Legion, there may not be more than a hundred creations like the Stellar Handmaidens, but when she gathers them, it will be enough to tear apart thousands of Astarte warriors.

Or beat the iron lumps under Johnson's command into scrap metal.

Thinking of this, Morgan's smile couldn't help but carry jealousy and a hint of revenge.

Yes, when Morgan portrayed her [Handmaidens of the Stars], what flickered in her mind was the extermination relics that her brother Johnson carried when he was looking for her showdown at Sisyphus: although he was giggling on the surface, at that time, Morgan did read a trace of power from those brutal and ruthless killers that was enough to make her jealous.

You know, at that time, she was not the lord of the majestic Second Legion, she was still a weak, pitiful, helpless, but very good eater, and she was working hard to clock in to work to support her [mortals]: based on the age at which she landed, she was only eight years old at that time, and she had to face a Caliban lion with countless crazy robots.

But from that moment on, an unobtrusive obsession quietly took root in Morgan's heart: without even noticing it, Morgan secretly vowed that one day, she too would acquire a ruthless war machine like Johnson's extinction machine.

If she could not be satisfied by the gift of the Lord of Humanity, as the Lord of the First Legion did, then she would create it with her own hands to satisfy her desires: just as she had ever been through.

The Handmaiden of the Stars is so, and so is everything else.

Thinking of this, the Lord of the Second Legion couldn't help but laugh, and then, a natural tiredness struck her, making her weakly grab the pastry beside her, and stuff it into her mouth, venting her dissatisfaction with fatigue.

Virgo blinked, and she didn't think it was strange that she had seen her Creator look sleepy, desperately wanting to rest, and at the same time struggling to stuff her cheeks with dessert, like a squirrel when storing pine nuts: she had seen such a scene a lot in the previous years, and no matter how busy, irritable, or tired her founder would have an unusually determined attitude to finish the dessert of the day, and devour the two or three meters of high-calorie tower. Then he planted his head on the sofa bed next to him.

It's like a devout believer.

Virgo blinked.

"You need to rest, sir."

[Hmm...... I know, when I finish processing the latest files......]

The genetic protogen, who hadn't closed his eyes for two weeks, rubbed his eyes, and then slashed open the secondary display next to him, allowing hundreds of messages to flow and report out loud in turn.

She couldn't help but laugh.

[Sometimes, I think that maybe I should make the next maid a document processing specialist to solve these problems for me.] 】

The unintentional words made Virgo's pupils begin to glow with a serious crimson light.

"My lord, three Terra standard years, six Terra standard months, and twelve Terra standard days ago, you have issued me an order with supreme authority: the general disposition of the affairs of the Second Legion and Avalon is not to be transferred in any form, and if there is such a risk, I must warn you at all costs, and stop it if necessary, including the destruction of any individual who attempts to seize your power by force."

[It's as serious as ever, my Virgo.] 】

"This is the highest authority, my lord, and any court maid must submit and fulfill this supreme order at all times the moment its chief processor is running."

[I know, I know, my little Virgo, maybe the next time I give you a makeover, I should install some software for your sense of humor, you don't seem to have the ability to do that right now.] 】

"You don't seem to have any, sir."

【……】

Morgan didn't speak, she turned around and started the automatic flow of reports, and Virgo spread out her electronic board, reporting the same thing.

"The initial activities carried out on the newly descended core world No.53 already have the results of the data, and Lord Hawthorne has entered all of them into the general database, waiting for your inspection and acceptance at any time."

"According to His Excellency Hawthorne's report, the Speaker's family, which we have supported to restore the country, has accepted all the conditions, the provisional governor from Otlama has been stationed, the Ministry of Justice fortress and garrison fortress have begun, and the selection of Astarte has been completed."

"The results of this selection are very good, the Second Legion has obtained fifty-three recruits who can match your genetic seed at the core world NO.53, which is already a huge result to be able to rank in the top ten so far, except for Avalon."

[Yes, top ten.] 】

Morgan sighed softly, sighing with a hint of sarcasm for herself: it's been three years, and she still doesn't have a good idea of her genetic seed, but when she studies the various technologies left by the [Blonde Beast], she has made a lot of unintentional discoveries.

In the aftermath of Morgan's forgotten war in the Dan War, Morgan devoured the memories and weaknesses that had been abandoned by her ruthless blood relative, the genetic primordial Heydrich of the Eleventh Legion, in an unnamed world next to the Tux system, and she copied a copy of Heydrich's knowledge.

However, unlike Heydrich, even if she is also a genetic prototype, Morgan can't do [born to know] the rich knowledge in the mind of the blonde beast, she can only be like a hard-working student who has obtained the best textbooks, laying a good foundation little by little, and learning from scratch.

But it has to be said that her paranoid brother who is almost crazy has indeed left her a treasure: in Heydrich's knowledge, in addition to biotechnology, which has almost reached the extreme, there is no shortage of other aspects of technology, such as mechanics, physics and chemistry, and even forging technology, although it is not as good as Ferrus, Perturab or Vulcan, but it is comprehensive and extensive.

After more than three years of hard study, Morgan only understood part of it, but it was enough to benefit her: for example, she could temporarily concentrate on copying a blueprint for an armored vehicle from the memory of the blonde beast, and give it as a gift to a small and medium-sized casting world called Tigrus that had just fallen to her, to equip her armored troops.

She even remembered that, in the memory of the blonde beast, the design idea of this tank was actually lying in the battle-hardened furnaces and factories of Mars, waiting for the day when she could devote herself to the Great Expedition: in this bad taste of being a first-mover, Morgan did not change the original name of this tank:

Blade of Brutality.

(Note: The IA2 translation I found is that Blade of Brutality joined the service in the last decades of the Great Expedition, and now it is at least a hundred years before the Great Rebellion, so Morgan is the forerunner in this timeline.)

In addition to this war engine that is enough to dazzle the genetic prototype, the Blonde Beast also has a large number of ruthless machines in its memory that can be mass-produced, and their technological content may be far less than the secret weapon of the Iron Hand, but it is enough as an enhancement element for Morgan's growing Avalon auxiliaries.

As for the Avalon Auxiliaries: there are also good people who like to call them the Empress Legion, which is the most rapidly expanding force in the nascent Morgan Realm, and a large number of candidates who failed in the Astarte selection will become the grassroots backbone of this mortal army after being proven to be equally unsuitable for the Loyal Heir Academy, eager to use their talent and military exploits to win a second admission qualification for the War College on the Loyal Heir Star.

From the very beginning, the Queen's Legion was treated and weaponized as the envy of their colleagues: a large armored force, a dedicated fleet, plasma weapons and drone support provided by Reza's family, and even a group of Oglim warriors that Morgan had specially found made them comparable to the Sun Auxiliaries of the same size, and the only difference between them and the latter was years of combat experience.

In a sense, the Mortal Auxiliaries were the first of Morgan's many policies to receive feedback: although the establishment of the Loyal Heir Academy was beneficial, it was obvious that the governors, magistrates, and technocrats could not be trained in three years, and these cultivated seeds needed to grow longer for the Spider Empress to harvest rich fruits, and before that, the important person who helped the Lord of the Second Legion defend her interests in the various core worlds was her from her brother's five hundred worlds, The thousands of mortal bureaucrats that had been temporarily borrowed, the elite handpicked by the Lord of the Ultramarines, were now partly serving in the Academy of Loyalty, and partly as the temporary governors of the various core worlds.

It is also with the help of these Otrama elites that the Second Legion has been able to carry out their plans as the mother of genes.

Each recovered world must be graded and positioned according to its resources, location, political environment and many other factors, and those most important [core worlds] will become the most important objects of care: when the Dawnbreaker Legion recovers these worlds, they will carefully create a balance of political forces, they will not only leave enough military support and the Ministry of Justice directly under Avalon, but also merge the forces in the world to form a [World Council], Let one of the largest but inherently weak families become the Speaker of the Parliament for generations, while other families and forces use their abilities and loyalty to occupy the position of Parliamentarian.

Whether it is the Speaker or the Councillor, their bloodlines are encouraged or even semi-forced to join the selection of Astarte, except for the most mediocre figures, the rest will be the emperor's angels, or the mortal political elite under Morgan, forever far away from their homeland and operating in another sector.

Under this premise, the governors and magistrates from the Academy of Loyalty, parachuted into the world with technocrats, wielding executive and judicial powers: they were not permanent in office, they needed to be rotated regularly, or subjected to various examinations and tests, not to mention the losers, and the successful ones would have a life unimaginable to mortals, or even more.

Interestingly, these mortal elites who replaced Morgan's pastoral side often came from the families of the Speaker and Councillors in another distant world, and of course, a considerable number of them were inspirational nests who were involved in the problem.

In this way, in the violence of the Dawnbreaker and Morgan's smile, the native forces in the various core worlds had to bow their heads and let the rogue officials loyal to the Lord of the Second Legion go back and forth in their territory, giving orders: such a situation may never be able to spread throughout the entire territory of the Human Empire, but looking at the dozens of core worlds in Morgan's hands now, it is a simple matter.

As compensation, the various forces of the [World Council] will be given a certain legislative power to modify the general constitution of Avalon to a limited extent according to the special circumstances of their world, such power is strictly supervised, and those family elders who perform well in similar activities will be promoted to higher levels of the Star District Council to win more benefits for their own world and family: for example, the direction of the interstellar trade line, of course, the premise of this is that they can sweep through the old foxes of other worlds.

Temporary alliances and feeble deals are allowed in such an interstellar council, but any attempt to unite them to expand their power will be met with the gaze of the sons of Morgan who are on the verge of retirement: the honorable Lord Hawthorne, although only the chief clerk of the Great Council of Avalon, has always had a good relationship with the Ministry of Justice, and the senators are always unable to guarantee that their feet are clean.

In this way, the World Council, the Star District Council, and the Great Council of Avalon, the three senators, constitute the theoretical governing body in Morgan's kingdom and enjoy the highest power.

And Morgan's identity is just the [Chief Member] of the Great Council of Avalon, and he also serves as the [Supreme Arbitrator] of the Ministry of Justice, the [Chief Interpreter] of the Holy Terra's Will, the [Territorial Tribune] of the Avalon Federation, the [Mother of the Nation] of the Far East Frontier of the Galaxy, and the Supreme Commander of the Avalon Armed Forces.

These are the powers and responsibilities that the elite senators from all worlds, in their endless trust, respect, and love, have had to shoulder on their shoulders: and all of this is the management and order that has been gradually established over the course of three years, with the Dawnbreaker's front sweeping away the recalcitrant recalcitrant and the chants of the Lord of the Second Legion sung in the far east of the galaxy.

It's all ready, isn't it?

The last thing Morgan needs now is a calm enough oversight department: the Ministry of Justice is obviously unable to do this job, and although they have undergone the same mental brainwashing and partial body modification as the Astarte fighters, Morgan does not intend to let any of his departments have cross-group power.

An oversight, preferably one with Astarte's execution, moral integrity and loyalty: this is a problem she will need to solve in the future.

The Lord of the Second Legion secretly kept this in her heart, and at the same time, she casually listened to the two-way report, although serious, but not caring.

Many times, Morgan is not an all-encompassing ruler, she prefers to throw professional things at professional people, give them all help, but she does not blame, even if things fail, she does not get angry for no reason: the Lord of the Second Legion knows that even if you look at the whole galaxy, talent is a very rare thing, and it should not be destroyed at will with a moment of anger.

Morgan knew that as long as she cared about something, she could take back any power at any time and at any time, without worrying about the irreparable consequences of her absence: on the one hand, she didn't really stay unfocused on anything for long, and on the other hand, she had more than 20,000 heirs under her command who were ready to shoot anyone who disobeyed one of her orders.

Violence may not be the only element that creates power, but any character who has mastered enough violence will never lack power: if they do, they will make everyone know the value of violence.

It was under the influence and urging of this thought that Morgan agreed to almost every request and plan of Luther, and she could feel the growing gratitude of the old knight of Caliban almost through the letter, especially when she wrote such an answer to Luther's request for war in the midst of a busy schedule.

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I received your request, Luther, another request.

Well, let me be blunt, my Lord Luther, know that I have given you a fleet and a supply that can be met at any time and at all times, and I have warships, Titans, and even my heirs under your command to be at your command: you should know what this means.

Do not write to me one by one, asking whether it is possible to persuade or conquer a new world: I have given you the fleet, and all that I can give you, and it is not a trust between friends, but a more serious trust, and you can decide for yourself, with your judgment and sophistication, whether to start a new war, or to make a temporary retreat and compromise, I have already commanded them to follow your instructions, and if your orders are thwarted in the fleet, let me know.

Decide for yourself, Luther, and I will support your choice, is the great knight who made a name for himself in the deep forests of Caliban, and who together with Johnson gave peace to the dead world, not worthy of such trust and trust? Is the dear friend I know, the Luther with whom I drank and talked, worthy of my fleet?

Go for it, friend, don't be so mother-in-law anymore, just like the knights who once led you, lead my fleet, I believe in the calmness and rationality of an old warrior, and I believe that you will not fail me.

But at the same time, my friend, I hope you will care about the possibility of failure, please don't forget, Luther, I am not only a genetic protogen of the Astarte Legion, I am also your friend, if you really have a problem, then please forget all my previous words, and tell me as soon as possible: I have lost too much in this galaxy, Luther, I do not want to lose another of my best friends.

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The general meaning of the letter was as mentioned above, because it was Morgan's reply in a hurry, so it was inevitable to panic, but the effect was even better than the Spider Empress imagined: Luthor did not give her any more application letters, and the fleet under his command continued to advance and retreat in an orderly manner, constantly expanding the territory for Morgan's kingdom.

The only thing to worry about was that the old knight seemed to be too addicted to war, and Morgan's children under Luthor had reported to their genetic mother more than once, that Luther was almost burning his life in command of battle, and that his rest time was short enough for the occasional visiting Abaddon to ask for concern.

This made Morgan think that her operation on old Luther should be on the agenda: she had her almighty beast brother, and she already had a general idea and plan for this.

Thoughts like these floated through the mind of the Lord of the Second Legion, and the two words of information beside her formed a torrent like a whip dipped in water, constantly beating the crumbling energy of the genetic prototype, but fortunately, she held out until she finished listening to them.

[This is the last one?] 】

"Yes, my lord, this is the last piece of information in recent times."

"But beyond that, I hope to get your confirmation, my lord, the former detachment of the Sixth Fleet of the Second Legion has recently appeared in Avalon, and they have returned from the other side of Damocles Bay, and it is said that with a gift that is enough to satisfy you, you have ordered that no one should be responsible for this mission, and that they can only be handled by you."

[Hmm...... I have an impression. 】

[What else?] 】

"One more."

"The exploration fleet and the Rogue Trader you sent to the eastern border region of the galaxy have been sent back one after another, and they have found about four star regions the size of the Avalon Federation on the future expansion path, all of them have not submitted to the rule of the Empire, and each of them is rich in at least one rich resource."

[Four? 】

"Yes, according to the language of the locals, these four star sectors are from near to far, they are ......"

"Aegis Zone."

"Triple Star Zone."

"Gulgrad Star Sector."

"And finally, the farthest but also the richest ......"

"Salamas Star Zone."

(End of chapter)