"Are they coming?"

"Not yet."

"But we've been waiting here for at least half an hour, and the stagnation of our purpose is so hurtful that my soul never rests for a moment."

"The Emperor's order has just been issued, and it will take at least fifteen minutes to get through the security screening process on the [Emperor Dream], so you don't need to be in such a hurry."

"The Forbidden Army is always like that — I mean, we're father's children, why do we have to follow such complicated rules and regulations, it's such a waste of time."

"I thought you would like these things, after all, in a sense, this kind of simple pursuit of complexity, which has been accumulated with countless factors and cognitions, seems to be infinitely close to what you call [art], and how much you love your art."

“…… I know you've always misunderstood my artistic pursuits, Ferrus. ”

"It's not a misunderstanding, I just don't see what they do."

"Do you want to ignore the gifts I have given you? The portraits, the sculptures, the moving poems, you have hung them all over your room, like dragons adorning their lairs with gold coins, and I have seen them with my own eyes, my Gorgon, and you don't want to fool me about it. ”

"I'm not going to lie to you, that's pointless, Phoenix."

The ugly Gorgon stood up, and he drew close to the Phoenician's ear, whispering the second half of the sentence.

"After all, you and I know it."

"How well you know me, you always see the best part of me, you feel the most sincere part of me, that's why I like you to be there for me, brother."

The phoenix of Chemos laughed, his flawless smile breathtaking, and the Genoplasm of the Third Legion flexed its fingers and struck the hard rivets of Ferus's black-iron armor with its white knuckles.

"You're right, Gorgon."

"How I know you, you are like a mirror that belongs to me, when I look at you, I feel like I am looking at myself, I believe that your pupils are my pupils, and your heart is my heart, because our hearts are destined to be filled with each other."

"The beautiful heart of the phoenix and the ugly Gorgon's organs, that doesn't sound like a good match."

The Legion of Iron Hands had a rare smile on his face, and he seemed to have accepted the somewhat inappropriate name: it would make the Phoenicians happy.

"Of course."

Faced with this answer, Fogham raised his chin slightly, revealing the snow-white neck under the ornate high neck, and the little pride that came with it.

"So I think that no matter which one is in the heart, no matter which pair of pupils, the more part of it rightfully belongs to—me, isn't it?"

The steel giant laughed.

"Can even a phoenix be so greedy?"

The question made Fogham lick the corners of his mouth slightly, and he narrowed his enthusiastic eyes slightly, making his words sound more believable.

"If it were you, Ferrus, I would be willing to never be satisfied."

Hearing this, Ferus's iron-stone face, which was not known for his handsomeness, but exuded a unique charm like a boning saber, could not help but reveal a more sincere smile, which ended at the edge of his silver coin-like pupils, and was an almost infinite identification with the Phoenicians.

"So do I, my brother, when I look at you, I will find what makes me unhappy with myself, and I will know where I am going to work in the future, because only then can I keep up with you and try to make myself the best I can be."

"To me, you're the way you are, Gorgon."

"It will be better later."

“……”

Ferus's words caused the Phoenician phoenix to snort, and he shuffled, like a slightly annoyed breeze, from the hard shale, and paced himself to the rich table, leaning against it, and picking up the ivory goblet he had brought with him.

He glanced at Ferus again, then walked away in exasperation from the other's unsuspecting smiling face, his gaze wandering casually and deliberately around the room, and quickly found his temporary target.

"You seem to be unusually quiet, Roga."

"Let's talk about it, we haven't seen each other in a long time."

As he spoke, Fogham lifted his ivory goblet carved with a strange talisman and took a graceful sip of the wine, which made his already graceful and luxurious face radiant at this moment.

With all this done, his fingers bypassed the goblet engraved with the Gorgon's logo, picked one at random, and pushed it to the third person in the room with the wine he had brought from the Pride of the Emperor.

"Thank you, brother."

The giant, with a gentle expression and a skin painted with countless golden symbols, seemed to have only stepped out of the ancient fragrance of the book in front of him until this moment, and he put down his quill and took the wine from Vogreem, and looked up to join the conversation for the first time.

"I'm sorry, Fogham, but I've just been overwallowing in what God has revealed to me: What's wrong? Your conversation with Ferus has diverged? Is there anything I can do to help? ”

"Divergent...... Not really. ”

The Phoenician phoenix raised her beautiful eyebrows, cast a glance at Ferus from the edge of her pupil, and exhaled a slight breath from his nose like the flapping wings of a hummingbird, and only after Rogar had taken his first sip of wine did Fogham speak slowly.

"I just want to care about you, my brother Luo Jia, we haven't seen each other for too long, maybe twenty years? You and your legion have been fighting in the western part of the galaxy, and I can't even hear from you, and the only rumors are worrying. ”

"During this time, I did neglect to communicate with my brother, and this is my problem."

The Legion of the Bearers laughed, politely tasting the wine from Chemos, carefully brushing the scroll under the glass, and delicately closing it, the sight of the phoenix frowning.

"Well, Roga, I can understand you, I know you've been busy with this book all this time, and there are some other things: after all, just a few months ago, you sent someone to borrow the best artists and architects in my legion, and there were thousands of people, to build the ...... you said A city of monarchs? ”

"It can also be called the perfect city."

Speaking of which, the purple pupils of the Lord of Colchis shone with a brilliant golden light that was not inferior to those mysterious runes.

"If you want to build, you can look for Dorne or Perturabo, they have their own strengths, but they are both very good architects, and that's the only thing my father expects from them."

Ferus interjected slowly, and he sat down in the chair beside him, and with his face on his arm in boredom, he easily took his own from a goblet and held it up in front of Fogham.

The phoenix glanced at her friend and let out a reluctant grunt, but still poured a full glass for Gorgon, while loudly picking out the loopholes in Ferrus's words.

"The Legion of the Emperor's Sons is also a master of the art of architecture, Gorgon, don't tell me you haven't seen the Triumphal Road, the Teatro of the Phoenix, and the Grand Council Chamber of Heriopolis on the Pride of the Emperor before, and who can beat them except the Emperor's own ships?"

"I don't have a problem with that."

Ferus spread his hands, he didn't care too much about the slight displeasure in Phoenix's mouth.

"And I think Roja has the same idea as I do: that's why he found you, not Dorne and Perturabo, after all, everyone knows that they can make the bones of buildings, but only you can summon the soul of buildings."

"It's just the result of hard work."

The corners of the phoenix's mouth curled, and some of his dissatisfaction dissipated in the face of the most rustic compliment from Ferus, and the Phoenician lowered his eyebrows, and picked the strands of hair that reached to his shoulders to the side of his ears, before turning his gaze once more to his other brother.

"If there is anything else that needs my help, Luo Jia, just ask, you are my brother, I will help you, you can always trust the emperor's son."

"For the time being, I've received enough help and kindness from you, and I haven't even had time to say a formal thank you to you."

The Bearer's protogens clinked glasses with his brother, his voice so sincere and sincere that Vogrim was even so proud of it, and in this pride he moved his gaze to the cover of the book, and saw a name that surprised him unexpectedly.

"The Emperor's Sayings, are you still compiling this book, Luo Jia?"

Hearing the name of the book, the light radiating from Luo Jia's pupils was strong enough to make Ferus on the side look sideways, and sigh at the strange persistence of his blood brother.

"The first draft is complete, and although it is far from being the final product, the rough skeleton has been laid out, most of the content has been perfected, and all the arguments, arguments, and arguments have been checked many times by me, enough to refute any hypocrite until he is speechless and throws himself in the towel."

Roga's words were full of enthusiasm, and Fogham's forehead glistened with a glittering bead of sweat, and he managed to listen to his blood brother's story, and continued to maintain his own proper smile.

"Incredible, Luo Jia, you must have given a lot during this time."

"No, brother, how can I toil walking in the world that God the Father has created?"

The golden runes on the face of the genetic prototype shone along with his words, exuding a light that people couldn't bear to look at directly, making Luo Jia's every word seem to be drifting in the clouds.

"I walked in this endless galaxy of ignorance, knowing that this was the territory of our God the Father, and I had seen countless acts of blasphemy and heresy, and of the old words and icons distorting the true faith, and I sent out great armies, and I burned them all, and brought true divinity and justice to the people of the Emperor, and where my legions passed, what was left was no longer crude prostrations and false prayers, but new monuments and cathedrals, It marks that the light of the God Emperor will never fall in another world. ”

"In this way, I walked on the dry land, walked in the gray sky, walked in the galaxy that was no different from my hometown Colchis, fought tirelessly against countless difficulties, ignorance, delusions and foolishness, I fought to the point of being scarred, I was once so confused that I did not know what to do, but it is precisely because of this experience of suffering that I realized where my mission lies, and I will light the flame of faith and let it burn in every world."

"It was not easy, for there were worlds that were obedient to the rule of the Empire but stubbornly rejected the true flame of faith, and I could not ignore this situation, and in one of the most difficult sermons, I stayed for four full months in a world of overnight surrender, so that the tens of billions of people of this world finally abandoned their original atheistic arguments and became believers in the emperor."

“…… I see, my brother. ”

Fogham listened with a smile, though he clearly recognized the disdainful snort of Ferus on his side, but he did not follow suit, he did not want to show ill will to any of his brothers lightly, it would be too hurtful.

But seeing that Luo Jia's words did not seem to stop, the Phoenician phoenix could only reach out and caress the cover of the book seemingly unintentionally, inserting Luo Jia's topic in the most polite tone possible.

"So, is this book the result of your efforts?"

Luo Jia stopped talking and couldn't help but nod happily.

"Yes, this is a book that I have written by hand, and it explains in detail everything I know about the Father's faith, and what I know and know about it."

"So, let me think, Roga, you want to give it as a gift, to one of our brothers? Morgan? Or is it the blood relative of that Nostramo? ”

"Anyone can if they're interested."

Luo Jia picked up the book, held it in his arms, and closed his eyes as if he were caressing his own heir.

"Its effect is to make the flame of faith known to more people, and that is my only desire."

"Well, a gift."

Phoenix smiled, and from the beginning to the end, he didn't really mention any specific topic about the Emperor's beliefs, because he clearly remembered that the Lord of Humanity didn't like this topic, and forbade the Primordials to discuss it in detail.

But even so, Fogham is still tolerant of his blood kin's little fetishes from the bottom of his heart, after all, other than this, Luo Jia is a pretty good brother, and few people really hate him.

"Very well, Luo Jia has prepared a gift full of heart, which seems to give us a little wake-up call, for you and me."

Raising his goblet, Fogham turned to look at his Gorgon, while Roga, who had just finished his tirade, looked back and forth between the two of them, and then fell silent again, indulging in his book.

"What about you, Gorgon? A gift that I don't think you should forget. ”

"I built a long whip for her, because through my anecdotal collection of her various anecdotes, I think she is more likely to love this weapon: a soft whip made of terracotta, alloy, and Medusa iron that can do anything she wants."

"A weapon?"

"It's made of enough material to deal effective damage to a small Titan or a Knight Mech, and if you think it's a weapon, it's a weapon."

"Sounds great, but it's a little confusing."

"And what do you have in store?"

Fogham curled the corners of his lips.

"It's a secret."

"Hey, Phoenix, you obviously know my preparations, isn't it ......"

The white fingertips pressed against the black armor of Ferus's chest, and against Gorgon's unserious complaints, and Cemos paced unhurriedly back in front of his brother, back to the position he had just left: this scene made Roga's eyelids jump and he bowed his head silently.

"Look at what you said, Gorgon, have you forgotten what we had talked about? You know me so well as I know you so well that I even guessed that you would forge a weapon in the blacksmith's shop, not a piece of armor, as a gift for you. ”

"I'm not good at forging armor."

"I'm pretty sure of that, because you've never given me armor, just as you've never given me a whip, though I'm not used to using that weapon."

"If you want, you'll have one soon."

"That's not the point."

Fogrem picked up his goblet again, touched Ferrus's indestructible armor with it, and smiled at the crisp sound.

"You see, as I know you, Gorgon, I think you can guess the gift I have prepared, after all, you have witnessed how I gathered Morgan's messages and deduced her preferences and habits."

"Guess what's in store for me?"

The Phoenician blinked his eyes in anticipation, and in his burning gaze, the Chromadogen of the Iron Hand thought for a moment before affirming an answer.

"Mirrors?"

"That's right."

The phoenix giggled as he spread out his palms and clearly imprinted five fingerprints on the darkened armor as a reward for his friend.

"Faster than I thought, man."

"After all, you are the phoenix of Phoenicia, and you are always associated with art."

"You still hate art?"

"It's not that I hate them, I just don't understand what they're about."

"Well, then we can choose to avoid this topic, just as I will avoid art in your eyes in future gifts, and choose some style that is more compatible with Gorgon."

Ferrus laughed, and he heard the sound of the phoenix.

"Let me think about it...... Wild? ”

The beautiful eyes of the Phoenicians narrowed into a pair of joyful crescents.

"If you still know me that way, Gorgon."

"It's necessary."

Ferrus spread his palms as he leaned close to Fogham's ear, the fiery breath moistening Phoenix's silver hair.

"Otherwise, how can I deal with the greed of the Phoenix?"

——————

When the Lord of the Second Legion, accompanied by the Forbidden Army, finally boarded the [Emperor Dream] for the first time, she saw a few strands of cheerful silver hair rushing towards her.

"Morgan, my sister!"

"You're welcome."

Vogrim, the genetic protogenone of the Emperor's Sons Legion, whose enthusiasm and sincerity could be clearly felt from a distance of half a corridor, the Phoenician strode first, walked up to Morgan for the first time, and embraced her, full of affection and unoffense kindness.

In the space of a few seconds, Fogham had already looked his blood relatives up and down: Morgan was dressed in a very elaborate slim dress, the main color of pure black, the creamy white pattern was interlaced like a crescent moon, she was wearing a red woolen coat that was almost like a cape, and the silver hair was coiled up, cleverly occupying the towering collar behind the neck, which made Vogrim particularly admire.

Of course, none of this was the most important thing: when Vogrim saw Morgan for the first time, the Phoenicians were delighted to find that their blood relative was quite similar to him, especially the pupils under the silver hair, and the corners of the lips that were gently outlined when he smiled, were exactly the same as those of Vogrim in the mirror.

The joy of the phoenix lasted for a while, and during this time, Roga and Ferrus also came to Morgan's side one after another, the Lord of Colchis shook hands with the two blood relatives with the same enthusiasm, and no one could question the sincerity of his heart, and although the genetic prototype of the Iron Hand was also smiling and acquainted with Morgan, his face involuntarily became serious.

Ferus and Dorne did not have a very good relationship: not hatred, just some tension and indignation, just like Dorne and most of his less calm brothers, they had a quarrel at one time, and the reason for the quarrel was naturally due to the fact that the Fist of the Empire genogen accused Ferus of tactics in front of his brothers and heirs.

Since then, the two of them have kept as much distance as possible: just like now, Ferrus was the first Primal to turn away, Fogham and Morgan talked, followed by Roga greeting Dorne with a gentle smile and becoming an obscure footnote, and the Fist of the Empire Gene Prototype was the one behind the nave of the line, as always, under the indifferent gaze of the Praetorian beside him.

The distance between the tarmac and the conference room was fleeting, and Morgan was not impressed by the many wonders that stood aboard the Imperial Dream, and they soon arrived at the special room, which was surrounded by a table and seven chairs.

"The first seat is reserved for my father, and the seat next to my father is reserved for Nostramo's brother, who, you know, is the second protagonist for the next few days."

Fogham pulled out the second chair next to the Emperor for Morgan, and amid a slight protest from the Lord of the Second Legion, amid the acquiescence of the other Primitives, he kindly pressed her to it, and then sat diagonally across from her.

The ivory goblet was distributed in front of each of the primordials, and it was already filled with the wine that Fogham had poured himself, and he raised his own cup, and after receiving three responses from the present, he spoke in satisfaction.

"My blood relatives, my father's call has brought us here, but we may have to wait for him for a while, which gives us time to talk: five brothers, it's been a long time since we've had such a big gathering, I remember the last time ......"

There was a slight hesitation in Fogham's words, and in the next second, Dorn enthusiastically ended his hesitation.

"We all remember what happened last time, do you want to break your promise, brother?"

"Oh, of course not, we all swore in front of the Emperor, and I remember that even though it was only an oath expressed in holographic projections far away from the stars and the world, I would never break it."

The Phoenician replied to Dorne with a smile of his own, and he took a sip of his wine, and was pleased to see that all the brothers were engrossed in this rare family gathering, and began to think about the topic that followed.

Then, as if remembering something, Fogham raised his goblet and smiled at Morgan.

"Oh, I think I forgot something."

"Before it all begins, Morgan, my dear blood relative, allow me to express my respect and congratulations to you, your operation in the Far Eastern Frontier has been so successful that even the inhabitants of the Empire in the Misty Star Fields have heard of it, and you have proved the power of yourself and the Legion in the shortest possible time."

"Well done, congratulations."

Morgan blinked, she sensed Vogrim's mentality for a moment, it was indeed a sincere kindness, and it was a little more fiery, as if in her, the genoplasm of the Emperor's son had found a few traces of resonance that could evoke memories of the past.

So, she smiled, raised her glass, and accepted the kindness from Vogrim in the crisp collision: before she knew it, Morgan had become accustomed to seeing those positive emotions in her brother, and she even had a slight suspicion that which one of the characters like Perturabo or the characters of Killiman was the majority in the original body?

However, it soon became clear to the Lord of the Second Legion that the richness of the biodiversity contained in her blood brothers did not seem to be enough to summarize it in just two categories, and that the fifteen existing genetic protogens could probably distinguish at least fifty personalities if they were carefully distinguished.

Morgan chuckled at the results of her speculation, and in the midst of this inexplicable joy, she received a greeting and congratulations from Roga: the soul of the Lord of Colchis was also friendly, but it was permeated with an almost foul scent of aromatherapy, something Morgan had never encountered.

By this time, Fermus and Roga had happily opened the conversation, while Ferus and Dorn were entrenched in their seats, maintaining a rock-like posture, the former occasionally responding to Vogrim's words, and the latter enjoying a steady quiet.

"Do you know Nostramo, my blood relative, after all, you are half a lord here, and the development of the human empire in the Far Eastern frontier needs to rely on your command."

Again, Fogham threw the topic to Morgan, and the Lord of the Second Legion frowned and thought for a moment before responding.

[My fleet has never penetrated into the Nostramo Star Zone, and even Avalon is a little far away, but according to the information I have gathered, Nostramo is almost the limit of the Empire's expansion, where the light of the Torch dissipates, and beyond that are the deadly Ghoul Stars, a barren land that requires several legions to enter safely. 】

Fogham shook his head, a few strands of sympathy for his blood brother falling from his noble brow.

"Well, I think I've been able to guess what will happen to our blood relatives to grow up: I've been to the edge of the galaxy and witnessed the suffering, sorrow, and depravity beyond the stellar torch, and our brothers who have never met may have grown up in it."

"I just hope we don't arrive too late, and maybe we can get him out before he's consumed by that most likely hell."

"None of the Primordials need to be rescued by outsiders, Fogreme."

The answer—no doubt from Dorne, whose near-eternal coldness was loosened a little by Fogham's exclamation, and he quickly spat out a rightful testimony.

"Don't be so harsh, my brother."

"It's just a fact."

"If one of our brothers has been reduced to the point where he needs outside help to get through it, it means that there is an invincible obstacle in his will, and when he faces it again, he will still fail."

"Do we need special strength to help him every time he is in the same situation? No one can rely on the strength of others at all times, and no one has the right to rely on the strength of others, only they can help themselves in the most difficult moments. ”

"Could it be that between you and me, between most of the brothers out there, a well-rounded home planet is a must-have? If a genetic primordial can't even overcome the obstacles on the home planet, then how can he recover the thousands of stars in the universe for the emperor? ”

Dorne's words crumbled into everyone's chests like cracked rocks, and in Morgan's quiet observation, Fogham glanced at Roga with some helplessness, and then played with the goblet in his hand, and answered Dorne's words lightly.

"Our differences are not resolved in a sentence or two...... However, there is one thing that I particularly agree with, a good home planet is indeed not a necessity for the original body, our brother just suffered a worse situation, and of course, our experience was not simple. ”

"Chemos, desolate wasteland; Medusa, the iron kingdom of strife; Colchis, a remote dry desert; Inwitt, the cold hell, and Avalon, Avalon......"

Avalon......

Feeling the gaze from several brothers, Morgan blinked innocently, but his brain began to work at a rapid pace: her titular hometown of Avalon really didn't have anything to disparage compared to her other blood relatives: but she didn't want to be an extra person in the subject.

Think, Morgan, think......

Think better than Avalon......

Wait, there you have it.

The Lord of the Second Legion tightened the end of Vogrim's hesitant tone, and picked up his brother's words in the most natural posture and the most bitter tone.

[Avalon, the cage of stagnation.] 】

"Stagnation? Cage? ”

Sure enough, Fogham raised an eyebrow, giving Morgan a chance to continue his words.

[Yes, the cage of stagnation: there is no possibility of progress, no direction for the future, only a sad ode to the past, all the etiquette and thinking are nothing but a clumsy imitation of the countless generations that preceded it, and the tradition and the patriarchy hold high the banner and manipulate everyone to carry out the same drama from generation to generation.] 】

[Every time an epoch passes, wisdom will be lost a little, courage will pass a little, even the most noble people only dare to recite the golden and jade words in the history books, instead of having even the slightest illusion, just put forward an innovative idea and thought, the head will be cut off, the neck will be strangled, life will be burned, and it will become a heresy that will never recover. 】

In the end, no one even dared to look up at the starry sky, for they stubbornly believed that it was the abode of the gods, not beyond the reach of their lowliness. 】

Morgan read aloud the lines she was compiling, reading aloud an island that had been stagnant for thousands of years, and she was pleased to see her blood relatives flickering in their pupils with disgust for such a world, and the emotion that came with it.

"I remember you quietly left your hometown through the Empire's fleet."

[I spent five years there, like a suffocating five years, any ideas and initiatives would be denied, all I had to do was to be an empty-handed vase, listening to all their requests and suggestions. 】

"I can't stand such a day for even five days, it's really hard for you."

Vogrim smiled kindly, but Morgan felt that it wasn't enough, she wasn't sure how reliable a stagnant nation could be on the subject.

[Actually, at first, even when I returned to Avalon, I didn't find this world so difficult to accept, but one thing changed me. 】

"Would you like to hear about it?"

Morgan's eyebrows were lowered, but anyone could see the flash of loneliness.

[Very simply, you know, just some time ago I went on a visit to the Five Hundred Worlds, and Killiman took me on a tour of his Otrama, and it was only then that I learned for the first time that not all nobles and the world would fall into a hopeless stagnation, even if isolated in the storm of the Age of Strife: our Otrama brothers proudly showed me the development of the Maculag before him, which was a visible flourishing with the naked eye. 】

The air stood still for a moment.

Then, a soft snort from Luo Jia pierced the air.

"After all, that's Killiman's home planet, and he always has the best stuff."

"yes, everything we've achieved through hard work and hard work, Killeman took it for granted the moment he landed, and he's so lucky, isn't he?"

"Who wouldn't want to have five hundred worlds, in other words, who wouldn't be so successful if they had Maculag's childhood and five hundred worlds?"

There was a hint of jealousy in the words of the Phoenix, which was quickly agreed by Roga, the nod of Ferrus, and the slight approval of Dorne in silence.

Morgan's eyes narrowed as well, and whispered in response to Forgrim's words, and she took a slow sip of wine, whispering something in her heart that she had never said to the Lord of Otlama.

……

Thank you, Killiman.

(End of chapter)