"Morgan, my daughter."

"Come to me."

He said.

"We're going to have a good talk."

The guardian of the Lord of Men brought these words: a request, a summons, and, of course, an irresistible command.

At the very least, in the Imperial Guard, who had wrapped himself in golden-colored armor, the Genoplasm of the Second Legion could clearly read a certain arbitrariness and indifference.

The envoy, who seemed to have a high status in the forbidden army, did not have the slightest caution in the face of an emperor's heir, and after he solemnly threw the order of the Lord of Mankind in front of the Spider Empress, he stood still, waiting for the Lord of the Second Legion to leave with him, the light shining on the Seiko Power Halberd was like a silent indignation that could confront the elite of the dozen or so Daybreakers present at the same time.

Morgan was not outraged by the silent offense, and after a moment of soothing the restless heirs around her, she turned away and went to put on her own armor: the most formal armor, a one-of-a-kind piece made for each genetic prototype by the families of craftsmen who had served the Emperor for generations of Divine Terra.

On the day of her official reunion with her Legion, the Spider Empress accepted the records of her various physical data from the Chief Craftsmen of the Emperor Dream, and this brief compromise paid off most handsomely years later: when the fleet of the Legion of Dawnbreaker and the Emperor's pro-army had just merged, a tailor-made power armor was delivered to the Lord of Avalon.

Morgan was pleased with the creation: whether it was the bracers, armor, or synthetic musculature, or the gold ornaments and military accessories on the handguards, shins, and breastplates, all carved by the emperor's royal heraldic craftsmen, the Lord of Avalon was deeply loved, especially when she found that she could still make a few small articles on the armor after a cursory examination.

For example, a hood or a snow-white cape that resembles a hooded robe: the Lord of the Second Legion loves the feeling of being hidden in the hood, which may be a microcosm of her constant interaction with the knight king of the Caliban.

In the joy of this exquisite gift, the little rudeness of the forbidden army was not taken to Morgan's heart, and after changing his armor rather lazily and letting the emperor's pro-army stand for a while, the gene prototype selected two heirs and rushed to the emperor's [Emperor Dream] with her.

The voyage was short and swift, and with the darkness of the void dispelled by the gorgeous light radiated by the combined gold and steel, the ship of the Lord of Humanity soon appeared in Morgan's eyes, its hull so large that it didn't seem to exist in the real universe was covered with weapons belts and shaped ablative armor, and the weight of the stars forced most ships to stay away from it, making it look like a powerful king sitting on his throne, enjoying the glory and power of being alone.

It was lonely, because the few Glorious Queen-class ships that had been able to stand alongside it were now gone, and with Conrad's return, the Gene Primitives had no reason to stay in the Nostramo Sector, and after receiving orders from the Emperor, they had to devote themselves to their mission again.

Only the Second Legion did not receive an order from the Lord of Humanity, and several of Morgan's blood relatives certainly knew what this meant: although somewhat surprised, the Phoenix of Chemos and the Lord of the Whisperers quickly approached Morgan and told her in some detail what she needed to know about her brother.

And the Genogen of the Third Legion also swore that if Morgan encountered any problems in the education of Midnight Spirits that could not be solved, he could always hope for his help, and he would bring the wolf shepherd god like the sun with him.

With that, and after giving each of his gifts to Morgan, the Genogens departed one after another: the Genogenone of the Fist of the Empire was the last to leave, as he spent a few days roughly sorting out some of his experiences in building and gifted them to the Lord of Avalon.

Through the glass porthole of the shuttle, Morgan was able to witness this colossal military artifact once again, and at this moment, a rather rebellious, yet alluring idea, could not help but flash through the mind of the Lord of the Second Legion.

If she really needed to face such a Void Engine one day, how could she fight against it, and even let the pride of the Emperor completely fall in battle?

Even the emperor's rebel daughter could not help but be stunned for a moment by this absolute idea of rebellion, because there was a kind of resistance that came from genes that was trembling with her blasphemous thoughts, and constantly echoing in the depths of her heart.

You cannot disobey Him, He is the father of your genes, your Creator.

How can you have such a blasphemous idea of betrayal?

Morgan blinked, she could feel her lips trembling abnormally, and her already pale complexion seemed to have lost all its blood color at the moment, making the long black eyelashes that hung down and covered the different colors in her pupils look particularly glaring.

She knew that this rebuttal was not the playfulness of any malevolent power in her mind, much less the will of the Emperor: it was born of something more instinctive, like her subconscious and even her genes, and no doubt that every part of it was written into her unconditional loyalty to the Lord of Humanity.

……

She is truly the father of genes who can explain all kinds of biodiversity with his own genetic offspring.

Morgan covered her face and gently kneaded her brow bone, a drop of sweat creeping from between her eyebrows and accumulating in her fingertips.

This scene even attracted the attention of the forbidden army on the side, but after witnessing the direction that Morgan's vision was looking at, the personal guard of the Lord of Humanity did not say anything more and remained silent.

And beside him, after the only drop of sweat between his eyebrows was quietly wiped away, when Morgan looked up at the Imperial Throne ship again, she already had a plan to fight again.

The Glory Queen-class battleship of the Second Legion seemed a little unsafe, and the Imperial Fists Legion's imposing giant battle mothership [Mountain Formation] was also as difficult to obtain as ascending to the sky: but after a brief memory, the Spider Empress quickly remembered another method, a message she had received from her Eldar friends.

She clearly remembered that in the last words of more than one of her Eldar friends, a Void Creation in the legend of the Eldar Race was mentioned: unlike the ethereal legend of other races, the legends of the Ada Spirits, who had once touched the edge of the Divine Realm, were often true, and it was Ida's once exaggerated and crazy technology that had scattered stubborn fragments in the long river of history.

And that creature is exactly that.

Morgan knew it, and remembered it, thanks to the constant piecing together countless fragments of the elven memories to form a complete treasure map and instructions, the Lord of the Second Legion could even point out the location of the creation in general terms, the steps to activate it, and some of the great powers that might be contained in it.

The only question now is how he will get them quietly.

After all, that's some big guys.

Morgan thought so and smiled.

And as the shuttle faithfully fulfilled its mission, sending the genoplasm and her overseer into the membrane-like hatch of an eggshell, and landing on the ground with rumbling and aromatic sounds, the Lord of the Second Legion whispered the names of the mythical creations, the titles of her future assets.

Blackstone Fortress. 】

She knew them.

She will get them and make them meek to her use.

However, I don't know if these relics from ancient times can really compete with the proud creations of the Lord of Mankind?

——————

Morgan walked through the long corridors of the Imperial Dream decorated with gold, marble, and all sorts of priceless works of art, and through the ocean-like mortal servants who bowed to her and the so-called artists of various titles, and what she saw in her eyes made her mistakenly believe that she was actually walking in a vast artistic subspace, rather than one of the most terrifying weapons of war in the entire human empire.

But when she passed through the true gate that symbolized boundaries, and when all mortals were blocked from their feet by the cold gaze of the forbidden army, that thought vanished, as the true realm of the Emperor appeared before the Lord of the Second Legion, a cold realm made of countless blessed sacred steel, filled with countless long and short wires and tall instruments.

The air was filled with the smell of undried pen and ink mixed with nutritional gel, and the cool cabins looked indistinguishable only by their numbers and names, while their doors were carved with all sorts of golden runes and gothic lights.

Efficient, pure, sanctuary, these are the adjectives Morgan can think of when he sees the private realm of her genetic father.

The Emperor's guards led the Genetic Prototype to a door that was taller than the two of them combined, and at the same time, the words of the Lord of Humanity came from within.

"Let her in, Diocletian."

The Praetorian Army responded loudly to his lord's order, and faithfully carried it out, the cold gaze behind his golden armor giving the genoplasm one last warning before getting out of the way, and the moment Morgan passed by him, he could clearly hear the sound of steel grinding against the power halberd kneaded in the armor.

……

The father of her genes, he really brought together a large group of wonderful people to help him fulfill his crazy dreams.

Such thoughts flashed through the mind of the Lord of the Second Legion, and when she saw the room with the dull sound of the door closing, any thoughts in her mind were dispelled by the sight before her for a moment.

Her genetic father, the Lord of Humanity, wrapped himself in a protective suit for working in high-risk conditions, toiling alone in a laboratory worthy of the Great Hall, accompanied only by the horrific organs filled in columns filled with nutrient-rich gel, and the scattered old books, yellowed scrolls, and sticky notes that were not dry.

Everything was chaotic, but everything was filled with a certain neatness in the midst of chaos, as if strictly following a layout known only to the Lord of Men to maximize his productivity: the moment she realized this, Morgan's mind flashed with Killiman's shadow.

It seems that a certain ruler of Otrama did receive a biased gift from their common genetic father.

A faint sourness ran deep in the heart of the Lord of the Second Legion, but it didn't stay long, as her gaze was quickly drawn to the figure in the center of the room.

It was Conrad, her somewhat impolite brother, who was asleep, sleeping on the operating table in front of the Emperor, his tall, thin body naked, only blocking the necessary part, and a pair of arms that were too slender by the standards of the genetic protogens hung down to the ground, allowing Morgan to clearly see the countless scars that were scattered between his muscles.

The Lord of Humanity turned his back to Morgan, his attention drawn to the scrolling display of numbers and biological data on one side, and a low sigh escaped the Emperor's mouth before Morgan could realize it.

"Chronic malnutrition that has not improved since the beginning of the brain's thinking, and the last food shown in the stomach pouch is iron filings, dust, and completely rotting meat."

"Severe mental failure has initially affected the ability to learn, think, and even the physiological structure of other parts, and it is very easy to cause various typical symptoms of emotional uncontrollability."

"There were also scars, scars and unhealed wounds all over the body, including at least 300 stab wounds and the same number of gunshot wounds, seven remnants of blades and five bullets that were not completely removed."

"This is Conrad Coetze, my child of genes, my eighth creation."

"Your brother too."

The Lord of Humanity put down the tool in his hand and slowly straightened up, still with his back to Morgan, so that the Spider Queen could not see the face in the light of the operating lamp, and remained silent for a long time.

Morgan also responded to her genetic father with silence, the Spider Empress maintained the most cautious and low-key attitude towards this powerful being that she had never understood, she rarely stirred up any topics in front of the Lord of Humanity, and was determined to answer the Emperor's inquiries with a brief silence and thoughtful words afterward.

At the same time, under the inspiration of some blood and family, Morgan couldn't help but divide his gaze to look at Conrad's hanging arm, and just on the thin, strange muscle-filled limb, she roughly counted no less than three digits of various scars and lacerations, which made the cold heart of the Spider Queen have some indescribable touch and sadness.

"How do you get along with your brothers?"

Just when the Lord of the Second Legion was in a rather rare sad situation, the Lord of Humanity had slowly left his position, pulled off his white gloves, brushed them aside, and then picked up a notebook that he didn't know what was recorded, and looked at it while asking.

Morgan's gaze retracted, and he began to concentrate on his father.

[It's okay.] 】

[Each of them...... They are all quite different and unique individuals. 】

The Emperor nodded, seemingly unconcerned with the answer to his question.

"What do you think of Dorne?"

[Trustworthy comrade-in-arms, his assessment and words are priceless. 】

"This view is contrary to most people."

[You don't think your daughter is a normal person, father? 】

“……”

"If, in the future, I would arrange for you to fight alongside Dorne and his Imperial Fists in a military operation, do you have any opinion on that?"

[No, Dorne will be a very reliable comrade-in-arms, worthy of trust and trust.] 】

"He will be unabashedly critical of everything you do."

[It's okay, I'm too.] 】

The Lord of Humanity was silent for a moment, then nodded, and did not speak for a long time, until Morgan's gaze could not help but drift to the sleeping Conrad again, and the Emperor's words sounded like a dull thunder.

"You can get along with Dorndodo, and it's good for you."

[I'm afraid this is a bit difficult, my esteemed Father of Genes, after all, the Far Eastern Frontier you ordered me to garrison is far away from the recovery area of the Imperial Fist Legion. 】

"And when the Legion of Dark Angels from farther away summons you, will you refuse them?"

Morgan's rhetorical question from the Lord of Humanity silenced Morgan from the bottom of his heart, and when she realized the answer in her mind, the Lord of the Second Legion blinked and decided to divert the conversation.

If you want me and my blood brothers to move around a lot, you shouldn't have assigned me such a huge garrison task in the Far Eastern Frontier, which would take a lot of my energy, attention, and time. 】

"Can't your maids solve this problem?"

【！ 】

A drop of cold sweat ran across the forehead of the Lord of the Second Legion, but when she focused her attention on the emperor's face, she found that her Father of Genes was still preoccupied with the book in his hand, as if all the questions and answers he did not care about.

He didn't even look up, never looked up, and all he answered Morgan was that casual little comfort.

"There is no need to be so alarmed, although what you have done is not in accordance with the rules, it has not touched the red line I have set for you, and it is a tolerable little secret."

【……】

[May I ask, where is this so-called red line? 】

"You know it yourself."

【……】

"Also, there is your kingdom: I don't care what you do in the Far East, you can be bold and don't always be bound by the so-called kingdom and domination, I have given you the same power as Gilliman, but your power will have some small but important differences because of your character."

"After all, Killiman is a vassal king who will be dragged down by his five hundred worlds, but you are different, Morgan: deep within you burns a fire of longing to go to Divine Terra."

"You're going to go to Holy Terra after all, no matter what your original purpose was."

Morgan bowed her head, she did not dare to respond to such words, and the Lord of Mankind did not dwell too long on this issue, he wrote and drew on his books, conceived something, and asked the next question by the way.

"What about Ferus and Fogham, what do you think of them?"

[Very reliable brother.] 】

"To be specific."

[Ferus is an overly heavy iron furnace, and there is a raging fire burning inside him, so although it seems cold, if you get close enough, you can still feel his sincerity from the heart, and the strength and firmness of the iron furnace itself are also destined for him to be fearless of all obstacles, and all difficulties will be tempered into fruitful results. 】

[But on the other hand, if he gets too close to each other, he can't control his fire, and he may burn people with the roasted hot furnace wall, and as a cold and bulky steel creature, it is almost impossible for him to express the apologies that welled up in his heart. 】

“……”

"What about Fogham."

[Fogham is a shining glass phoenix, his presence and light alone are enough to light up the darkness in people's hearts, to become a de facto light, and the same flame burns in his heart, although not as hot as Ferus, but it is enough to warm everyone who comes close to him. 】

[However, glass is glass, and no one knows how he will behave in the face of real grinding, and as an being who can reflect the light around him, it is also unknown how much of Vogrim's light is his own and how much he has borrowed. 】

Again, the Lord of Humanity bowed his head and was silent for a while, still writing and drawing on the books, the blank paper was almost occupied by rows of beautiful ancient characters, and his next question came later and more directly than Morgan had imagined.

"What about Luo Jia, what do you think is wrong with him?"

【……】

Morgan blinked, making sure he had heard correctly.

[I was going to say that his so-called faith is more like a preconceived moral kidnapping, but when I think that the empire seems to prohibit the existence of faith in the first place, then I don't need to say more about it.] 】

[Luo Jia's words, I think one of his biggest problems is that I can't see which side of you he represents: even I symbolize your coldness and hypocrisy, but Luo Jia, I really don't see his inheritance. 】

[Maybe Luo Jia's existence simply illustrates: You are not perfect? 】

“……”

Finally, the emperor raised his head.

He glanced at Morgan, who had shrunk back, neither angry nor smiling.

"You can take a look at the book that Luo Jia gave you, some of the things in it are valuable to you."

"Other than that, you don't have to get along with Luo Jia too much, let alone learn from him."

"That's the point: now, you must not imitate him."

Morgan lowered her head, realizing that the conversation was coming to an end, as the Emperor had closed his book, held it in his hand, and returned to Coetze's operating table, once again with his back to the Lord of the Second Legion.

The Lord of Humanity looked at his scarred Child, and from time to time used his fingertips to spread ultrasound waves on the Midnight Wraith's skin, testing how many of His Son's pain nerves were fully functioning, and how many were partially or completely necrotic in the darkness of Nostramo and the Night Wraith's own rough wound treatment.

Judging from the muscles pulled by the eyebrows and eyes of the Lord of Mankind, this number must not be comforting.

Half an hour later, his voice came back to Morgan's ears.

"You have a problem and want to ask me for help."

【…… Yes, Father. 】

"Two questions?"

[One is the tribulation I am facing at the moment, and the other is the hidden danger that can affect the entire human empire in the future. 】

"The second one, you don't need to think about it."

"I'll take care of it."

Those who sleep? 】

"Rather, they are nothing more than a bunch of dead people, a group of pathetic descendants who have no rest because of their own desires and stupidity, trapped in the void, whose civilization and hope have been dissipated in the most distant past, leaving behind only the weapons of killing that can prove their atrocities, and bring blood and tears to the present civilization."

"But right now, it's not time for us to worry about them, they're not at the top of all the things I have to deal with, but it's a worthwhile move to give them some unexpected distractions to their long layout."

"You don't need to worry about them, they are nothing more than a tombstone, a group of dead souls, a pile of dry bones, a living proof before us, telling us what happens to believing in the word of the gods."

"I'll take care of them, at least the one you're worried about."

【……】

Thank you, Father. 】

Morgan's words may have had a hint of sincerity and fluctuation, but the Lord of Humanity had no interest in listening carefully, and he made a new announcement to his daughter as he sorted out the Midnight Ghost's body report.

"So, let's talk about the real problem."

"The trap you have in the Attila system, and the gods it attracts."

Morgan bowed her head, and she did not dare to speak excessively about the subject in front of the Emperor: for at this very moment, so close to the Emperor, she could still clearly hear the chuckle of the god of pleasure in her ear, and the low grumbling of the Lord of Mankind.

"She's still with you, isn't she?"

The Emperor didn't look surprised.

[Yes, father, from Attila ......]

"No, not at that time."

The Lord of Humanity turned.

"He has been there for you since the beginning, and from the moment you became a loser, I could see His claws tugging at your arm."

"Morgan, my daughter, before you have consciousness, you are but a weak product struggling to survive on the edge of qualification, a failure that I am unwilling to give up the hard work I have put into it, and try to save it."

"I have no intention of hiding it from you: for a moment, even I doubted that I would succeed in retrieving you, and for a time I had actually given up on you, but after creating your remaining brothers, I found that I still had enough power and ideas to exert on you."

"And it is at this time that He chose to join in this remedy, and His power is essential to redeem you from defeat, and His purpose is quite obvious: I need to spend more time and energy to expel you from His influence."

"But before I could actually act, I suffered a betrayal, and I lost almost all of my work, including you, and the possibility of your complete recovery."

"Frankly, my daughter, I was ready to lose you when I heard about you, but when you stood in front of me, you were a little better than I thought: like a crude program that had never been expected, it actually worked."

"But even so, your future is full of murky points of disagreement."

【……】

Morgan breathed deeply, and she looked at the rightful face of the Lord of Humanity, and unconsciously bit her lip.

She thought she was going to be angry, she was going to rant and blame, she was going to be furious: but in reality, none of this happened. When she didn't have the slightest expectation of the family affection of the Lord of Mankind, all these words had already been expected by her, and she had long been unable to affect her Gujing Wubo.

Let him go, she doesn't look like her brothers, she doesn't care about the emperor's light.

She only cares about one thing.

What should I do, Father? 】

The Emperor did not immediately answer Morgan's question, he just turned away, and hid his countenance in the light, along with the emotion in his words.

"Think of it as a trial."

"You know what to do."

【……】

Morgan lowered her head: the book that had just been held tightly by the Lord of Humanity, I don't know when, had been held tightly in her palm, and the Genogen could even smell the scent of ink that had not completely dried up.

But in the galaxy, only you can ...... with them]

"No, Morgan."

The Emperor tilted his head to the side, and the faint glance he leaked made the Progenogen fall silent.

"The real solution to the problem does not lie with me: indeed, I am your creator, I am far more powerful than you think, and I can even save your body and life and save your soul in many cases."

"However, even I can't make a decision for you, nor can I decide or even affect your choices in the area of disagreement, you are my creation, a genetic prototype, a magical creation far more terrifying and noble than the limits of ordinary people's imagination."

"There is only one kind of person who can decide where you end up."

"That's who you are."

【……】

"So, go for it."

"Think of it as a trial."

"Overcome it, or face an army of dark angels and space wolves."

"And at the same time, you have another task to complete."

"Conrad Coetze, your brother, he will be by your side for the next period of time, influencing him as much as you can, and I won't have the Eighth Legion assembled for a dozen or so Terra standard years from now, and you have plenty of time to try your ideas."

[What about Nostramo? 】

"Conrad is extremely proud of his efforts and rule, this is his home planet, you don't have to meddle for a while, let's see what kind of future he creates."

Morgan nodded, and in a sense of helplessness and the slightest resistance, she took on the task: the genetic prototype knew that even if the emperor did nothing, as long as he gave a real order, then she would have to spend more than ten years with Conrad.

But despite this......

Sure enough, it's still a little unpleasant.

Morgan lowered her eyebrows, she didn't let the genuine dissatisfaction in her heart affect her judgment, and in the process of taking on the task sullenly, the Spider Queen's rational mind soon began to turn.

[So, father.] 】

Since I need to teach Conrad, I have to get some ...... Help. 】

"Yes."

[Okay, in addition to that, I need to know: What do you expect from this teaching?] What do I need to teach Conrad? Let him learn something? Or what kind of time did you spend it? 】

The Lord of Humanity seemed to be silent for a moment.

Half an hour later, he sighed softly, stroking Midnight Wraith's dirty hair.

"Morgan, my daughter."

"I want you to ......"

"To keep Conrad alive and healthy."

[I see, this is a very basic requirement. 】

Morgan nodded, this most basic request did not exceed her expectations.

[So, then what?] 】

“……”

“……”

【……】

【！ 】

The white light flashed, causing the genotype's pupils to froze slightly, and when she caught the vision again, she found that she had been teleported out of the door, and the arrogant janissary squinted at her, expressionless.

……

……

So......

And then what?

That's it?

(End of chapter)