[In general, that's how things went. 】

[Father and daughter, king and minister, one condition and another, one requirement and another. 】

[In the end, an agreement is reached, a deal that may not be satisfactory to both parties, but can be grudgingly endured and acknowledged: such results are often the most stable.] 】

[So, after you, and the soulless old immortal gentleman, the third uninvited guest boarded my battleship in such a grand manner, and even lived next to me. 】

[This is more or less not very pleasant, doesn't it?] 】

[Then ......]

Do you still have any questions? 】

[Miss Lilith who is silent? 】

The Spider Queen's smile was still so gentle and harmless, like an ignorant maiden in an ivory tower, smiling at the most vulgar anecdotes in the world.

Of course, if you ignore the bits of blood on the edges of her lips and teeth, and the undisguised coldness and madness of her blue pupils, such a disguise is enough to be called flawless.

"You seem to be cold. 】

[Or do you want to have a good conversation with my new pet: it's just freed from my steely brother, and it's desperate to hang something.] 】

There was not a single reply to her words, but the Lord of the Second Legion did not show the slightest anger, she kicked off her boots and socks, and lay barefoot on the specially moved padded bench, breathing in the cold air around her.

It was the smell of torture and torture, the smell she loved, and the smell that only she could enjoy: it was like a malicious concealment, giving the Spider Queen a little pleasure.

At this moment, fifteen days after the great army of the Human Empire arrived in the Nostramo Star Sector, the fleet of the Genoplasma had long since disappeared into the waves of subspace, and the personal guard of the Lord of Mankind was also led by himself, across the Far Eastern Frontier controlled by Morgan, all the way into the even more terrifying fog of extraterritorial darkness.

Of course, who is more terrifying between the so-called extraterritorial darkness and the lord of mankind is another issue.

As half of the masters of the Far Eastern Frontier, the Second Legion was ultimately more relaxed than the other brothers, and Morgan's sons left Nostramo behind, allowing the world to grow in the confidence of the Midnight Wraith, and the Dawnbreaker Legion returned to their own realm, intending to make some repairs, and then continue their [Frontier March].

And while the entire 23rd Expeditionary Fleet was immersed in matters such as supplies and personnel deployment, in the deepest part of the Glory Queen-class battleship, in a place that no one would know, the Lord of the Second Legion was skipping all his work and leisurely going about his daily relaxation activities.

[It took me a little time and energy to build this place, and the fragments of memory you left me have made a great contribution during this period. 】

With a kind of pride, the Lord of the Second Legion introduced his torture chamber in a self-muttering voice, and of course she could be so proud and proud, because this cold cage, which Morgan called the "atrium", was the embodiment of all the terrible illusions of mankind, and the embodiment of the idea of evil that was no different from the deep passages under the palace of Terra.

Walls made of pure gold, terracotta steel, plastic steel, and no less than twenty composite materials are molded into dense honeycomb shapes, and thousands of small cabins are like pupilless eyeballs, telling the Spider Queen's unremarkable desire for control, and hiding the methods she uses to vent her frustrations.

The honeycombs on each wall are of a different size, telling of their own purpose and gore, the densest of which is the alternate collection room of the Lord of the Second Legion, where every xenomorph who dies at her hands and deserves to be remembered will leave a part of itself permanently, either as a collector or as a handmade ingredient for the Spider Queen's whims.

The minions of the giant beasts, the sharp teeth of Dr. Greenskin, and the last hearts of various extinct civilizations are delicately placed in their respective places, waiting for the day when they can be favored by the Spider Empress, but their combined numbers are far less than the traces left by the Aydar Clan, and the heads of countless Eldar elites have been carefully boiled and fleshed out, polished and whitened, so that the genetic protogens can always remember the richness and sweetness of their souls.

Especially after the brief slaughter of the Yemenga megalith, the wall was completely protected by a slender and delicate net: if you look closely, you will find that the material of this delicate net is not any silk thread, and the trembling tendons of countless Comorian people, each section of which has the only remaining wailing will of a dark spirit, allows the Lord of the Second Legion to brush away the annoyance caused by such a huge loss of property.

Driven by some stubborn instinct, she refused to let anyone, especially her own children, know that anything in this room existed, and that Morgan's heart did not even have a door, and that the genogen and her maid were able to enter and exit by means of a permanently running short-distance teleportation phalanx.

On the other side of the wall of collectibles are the tools that the Spider Empress uses to create these artifacts, each of which far exceeds the ideas of mortals or even Astarte warriors, and is a blasphemous will that would never arise from the brains of normal people: and the Lord of the Second Legion, with the enthusiastic help of her thousands of friends from the Comoros, has been able to reproduce the most popular styles in these cyber megacities, and even with a slight egoistic improvement.

And the tools serve not only to satisfy Morgan's artisanal ambitions, but also to add to the brilliance of a third wall: the Wall of Truth, which is the bloodiest and most normal, revealing a characteristic irony: the hives that make up this wall are the largest, because each of them stores at least one disembowelmented specimen of aliens, from the most classic greenskins to some long-extinct aliens. The Spider Queen will work on projects that would otherwise be inconvenient in a sterile lab, refining her grasp of the science in her head.

And on the other side of the wall of truth is the complete bloom of the selfishness of the genetic prototype, and it is the same wall that she is now lying on her side on the bench, facing her.

This wall is the simplest, it has only a huge cross, and now, the star of the Comoros, the undefeated queen of the Sect of Discord, Lilith Hesrapekos, is firmly nailed to it, and the psionic spikes have pierced her limbs mercilessly, but they are constantly releasing healing spells, so that the dark spirits will not die easily.

The Queen of Discord was wrapped in psionic energy, which not only protected her dying life from being taken by the Prince of Pleasure, but also doomed her to not even move, or else she would suffer the most terrible fate that every spirit race feared.

This spirited lady, who is probably the most powerful in the galaxy, is in a rather beautiful downfall, like a bird that should have soared in the sky has been rudely broken and can only show its beauty in a dirty pool.

The original meticulous red hair color is now like a burning wildfire, and under the decadent dark red is the painful but still tough face of the Queen of Strife, and the athletic body that could have fought and won ten powerful enemies at the same time, the bewitching feet that could have danced the wildest music, although still as white as jade, have been infected with a trace of death caused by torture, and that absolutely abnormal morbid vitality.

In the more than a month since the culprit was captured, the Second Legion spent a long time with the first guest to visit her atrium, using the Comorian techniques she had learned before, starting with the basics: for example, using a combination of chainsaws and hot metal melt streams, scraping the rich muscle fibers of the spirits without a layer of fat as protection, and sawing through the most painful exploitation and self-recovery of spells for several days and nights before Sensen's white bones were revealed, And every time such a reincarnation occurs, the Queen of Strife will clearly feel that the fighting power she is most proud of is disappearing little by little, almost irretrievably, and can never be recovered.

Of course, this level of physical torture and mental torture was just the simplest one that the genetic prototype had seen in the Comoros magazine in her mind, an entry-level operation that a three-year-old child of the dark spirit clan could master, and the eyes of the Queen of Discord did not waver in the slightest in this torture that was enough to kill her several times, which even made Morgan who was observing her feel sincerely happy.

[Why don't you speak out, whether it's scolding or the simplest moan of pathos? 】

[Every dark spirit says that you have a sweet voice: let me listen, let me be happy, maybe our game for today will end here.] 】

With great rejoicing as the wound that had torn apart the entire arm of the Queen of Discord was devoured by the powerful healing spell, the invisible edge like a worm in the bones was restoring the life of the dark spirits with the most painful gestures, turning her face full of wild beauty into a fiery waterfall.

Morgan was even a little tired of the scene, her anger was lost in such a torturous performance, and with it was the fire of viciousness and madness that had been suppressed for too long, and the resentment that had never really been vented.

The Queen of the Comoros became a silent vessel, a vessel that had to face all the malice in the heart of the Spider Queen, and the most common expression of this malice came from the hands of her fellow Comoros.

Countless cutting-edge [technologies] that can only be occasionally mentioned in the spires of the Comoros and the hives of the Blood Servants began to be released on Lilith's body through the incomparable power of the genetic prototype, and the effect was immediate, the queen of the arena, who may have lived for thousands of years, fell into the real brink of death in an instant, and its swiftness and fierceness even made the Lord of the Second Legion sigh these technologies from the bottom of his heart.

But despite this, Morgan still didn't hear her longing, and Lilith, whose lips turned pale, was like a puppet, and she didn't give any emotion back to the genoplasm except for the eternal anger in her pupils.

In the midst of this setback, the Spider Queen's interest temporarily dissipated, and she lost her enthusiasm to continue the torture, after all, perhaps Morgan was not fundamentally a creature who made torture and pain a necessity.

The genogen kicked off her boots and socks, and lazily collapsed on the recliner that was incompatible with the torture room, she was wearing a set of black and white restraint clothes, which was still a souvenir she had brought back when she was a work-study student in the Dark Angel Legion, which could effectively suppress some of her spiritual energy, lest any of her impromptu thoughts completely wash away the last strand of soul of this rare object of venting.

The main color of the white restraint suit wrapped the body of the genetic prototype tightly, and perfectly told her tall figure, and the black hard straps were all opened, and they were dragged to the ground, stained with Lilith's blood that almost never dried.

Morgan lazily leaned at her face, and from this vantage point, she could clearly see that her hands were wrapped in a set of silver-white gloves, they were almost identical, the only difference was that one glove highlighted the sharp nails of the original genogen, while the other showed rounded fingertips.

[Do you want to get to know Steno first?] Or is it Eurie Ellie? 】

With a chuckle, the silver guard in the free hand turned into a long, stout snake wrapped in a chainsaw with a thought of the genetic protogen, crawled to Lilith's feet in the blink of an eye, and went up to the body, easily wrapping it.

Morgan smiled and clenched his fists.

The next moment, the metal python did not hesitate to squeeze her gift, the unstoppable force crushed every bone of the Queen of Discord in an instant, and reborn them in intense pain, the organs that exploded and died and the countless squeezed out of the bile, even through Lilith's belly, could still be clearly captured by Morgan's hearing, but she still did not hear the sound she wanted.

The queen of the Comoros gritted her teeth with a mad whim, keeping her silent in the midst of her mouth full of blood, her only resistance.

【……】

[Uninteresting. 】

Morgan waved his hand, and the metal python, which had swelled to a length of more than ten meters, regrouped into a beam of light in an instant, obediently returned to the palm of the genetic prototype, and turned into that somewhat sharp glove at that moment.

Seeing this scene, even the Lord of the Second Legion had to begin to sigh at the skill of his blood brother: who would have thought that these two gloves were the [whips] given by the genetic prototype of the Iron Hand.

The snake and the whip can be regarded as a kind of resemblance.

Watching coldly as the reverter faithfully fulfilled her duty, painfully and quickly recovering every muscle and organ that the Queen of Discord had wantonly destroyed, the progenitor felt a mixture of boredom and satisfaction, stretching and counting her time, while observing that Lilith's pupils were already numb to the pain.

[It seems that three times the sensitivity and pain perception of the body are still too easy to overcome for an alien like you.] 】

[But it doesn't matter, I have a lot for you: but today, I'm afraid we won't be able to use it, so we can only let those most basic tricks just now get away with it.] 】

But it's okay, my dear friend of the Comoros. 】

【Our time. 】

[But it's very long.] 】

Using the power of psionic power, the genogen easily picked up Lilith's jaw, and felt a sense of satisfaction for the bloodstained neck, and she couldn't help but sigh again when she witnessed the rare physical fitness and mental will of the Queen of Discord: this was also the original reason why she left this [culprit], because she saw a template that was born to fit her various experiments.

Of course, this initial purpose has now been gradually polluted by all kinds of other emotions, but it is still the unshakable bottom line in Morgan's heart, and when the original genotype's eyes are on Lilith's face, she can't help but mumble to herself again.

[Listen to me.] 】

[I've heard of some of your ancient creations in Comoros......]

——————

After the genogen left a Terra standard hour in her atrium, Midnight Ghost officially stepped onto the deck of the Second Legion's flagship.

A second later, the Spider Empress entrenched on her throne learned of this from Bayar's communications, and her psionic powers were one step ahead.

Three seconds later, at the command of the Genoplasm, the Chief Swordsman of the Second Legion stepped forward, intending to invite the Midnight Wraith to Morgan's throne to discuss some necessary matters and discussions.

Five seconds later.

The Midnight Wraith vanished in front of everyone present.

【……】

It's no surprise.

Morgan sat on the throne, his face on crutches, and watched her blood brother crawl happily with his blood brother hugging the ventilation ducts of the battleship, feeling only a familiar sigh and a little tiredness.

After the Titan Legion Destroyer, Subspace Security Note Writer, Wholesaler of Disposable Wonders, Witch Burner Reincarnated, Canine Evolutionary Ultimate Body, Religious Regression Initiator, Honored Duel Champion, Ambitious Printing House Owner, and Romeo and Juliet who had an extra organ for the unfortunate pair.

Finally, is there another Rand Creeper cockroach model among her brothers?

……

Strange biodiversity has increased yet.

Morgan sighed again, which made the Virgo on the side look at her more, but the Genogen didn't care about these things, she didn't even care about the riots of her own children in the communication platform, but concentrated on tracking the Midnight Ghost's every whereabouts with her psionic sense: as long as he was still on the Glorious Queen-class battleship, he couldn't escape.

Sure enough, Morgan could clearly see her blood relatives roaming through the astonishingly wide pipes and shadows, his movements seemingly irregular, just wandering haphazardly to every nook and cranny of his interest, above the queue of dawnbreakers and mortal attendants, quietly listening to their conversations.

I don't know why, when she saw this scene, Morgan actually remembered her [Battle Marshal] inexplicably, although the snow-white cat was unusually close to her, but it was also used to wandering around the battleship, and it would not even be home once in a few months.

Coetzes, on the other hand, seems to be doing the same thing.

The observation of the Midnight Ghost lasted for about a Terra standard before Morgan finally lost interest in the gloomy image of him crawling towards the bottom deck of the battleship, and she glanced at the time roughly, then turned to look back at her Virgo.

[Aniah.] 】

"I'm here, sir."

[You say...... What does a healthy life contain? 】

Virgo blinked, the question was somewhat unexpected, but in rubbing the pair of unusually indifferent red pupils, the personal maid of the genetic protogeny still deduced her own answer.

"Hmmm......"

"At least...... Eat well? ”

【……】

[Very constructive proposal.] 】

"Do you need to start preparing dinner now, sir?"

[Nope.] 】

[I'm here personally.] 】

Although she didn't have the slightest bit of willingness and passion in her heart when she took on this task, when all this became an established fact, the genetic prototype began to be bound by her rational mentality.

Regardless, she agreed to the task, though she wasn't quite sure what the so-called "healthy living" entailed.

But she'll do as much as she can.

Just from ...... Let him eat well and begin.

——————

Under the bewitchment and devastation of all evil laziness, the genogen had never set foot in his private kitchen before, and the immature shoulders of the Virgo, who was eternally fifteen years old, had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of feeding the greedy mouth of the fat cat lady for several years.

Fortunately, when Morgan first stepped into the former Virgo's territory, she grasped the gist immediately: after ruthlessly copying a copy of Miss Virgo's memories and experiences, the genogen became a master of cooking and pastry making in an instant.

And considering her strange connection to the Stellar Maidens, the Lord of the Second Legion could even pat his chest proudly and swear that it was all due to her personal efforts.

After a brief period of reflection on the Midnight Ghost's past life experiences, Genogen opted for a very classic dinner combination: roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, accompanied by a large mushroom burger, a variety of grilled charred pumpkin pies, steaming tomato bisque, and custard with seasonal fruit for dessert.

All of the raw materials were shipped from the exclusive worlds of Avalon and Aegis, and these fortunate worlds kept many of the specialties of the Holy Terra of yesteryear, saving them from the fate of being reduced to large-scale mechanized production like other agricultural worlds, and instead became the source of the appetites of the Avalon higher-ups, of course, the best was always provided to the Genetic Prototype and her legions, and no one would make a mistake in this matter.

Roast beef, carefully blended by the genetic agent, makes a sizzling sound on the kitchenware, a drop of hot oil slowly slides down its plump and deep lines, and the softness and bright red of the shredded onions gradually fade to tell that the time has come, and the Spider Queen takes the opportunity to take out the slightly salty, coffee-cup-shaped Yorkshire pudding, a bread that is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, which is the perfect and classic partner for roast beef.

Beside them, the orange pumpkin pie was stacked with a sweet scent, tired into a fat tower, the tomato attack in the thick soup was like a fluttering red ribbon, and the custard on the side was more and more pink, and as for the seasonal fruits that could only be used as a foil and a final course, each of them was worth enough to buy a whole proud property in the congested nest world.

And when the genogen took out the shiitake mushroom burger filled with fresh mushrooms, onions, matsutake mushrooms, chopped nuts and chunky meatloaf, and oven-baked until golden brown, everything was just right, and in her psionic sense, her blood brother was gradually approaching her room, and more and more no longer hiding his whereabouts, until the old guards guarding the door were able to spot him and give a warning.

This was not unexpected by the genotype: Morgan knew very well that Coetze's nature meant him not to do anything to [other people's food] or even [suspected other people's food], and he himself had only undergone a series of physical examinations on the [Emperor Dream], and did not seem to have been well rested and fed.

Her father......

Thinking of this, the Lord of the Second Legion couldn't help but sigh, she wondered how long Midnight Ghost had not eaten, and was sure that even a genetic prototype could not endure such a long period of hunger and weakness, not to mention that strictly speaking, Midnight Ghost was still a minor primordial, although his spirit was stubborn enough, but his body was not well developed due to long malnutrition.

There is no doubt that he needs to eat.

But the whole ship is [hers].

So, where else can he find food?

In this confidence, the Spider Empress spoke slowly, ordering her heir to bring her blood relatives in, and at the same time, she did not forget to place the last meal in the most appetizing position: the Lord of the Second Legion had set up a large table in front of her, and the dinner she had cooked herself took up the entire table, enough to feed several Astarte warriors at once.

Let her see how Midnight Ghost reacts to this, it will be the first-hand information she needs for her long relationship with him in the future, and it will also be the important moment that a new blood database will need.

Morgan waited.

And she didn't have to wait long.

The Midnight Wraith came, and he came to her like a tattered cloak wrapped in the mournful night wind, and the Spider Queen's naked eye couldn't even catch it.

Instead of sitting on the chair that was obviously prepared for him, he squatted directly on the back of a stone chair on the side of the room, and his dark eyes were like killers in the dark night, making the maid next to the Spider Empress involuntarily turn on guard.

Morgan looked directly at his brother, no cowardice, no nervousness, and no unnecessary flattery.

You're here, Conrad. 】

"I'm here to visit my master."

The Midnight Wraith smiled horribly, his coat shaking uncomfortably in the darkness like the wounded wings of the devil, crushing the nerves of others.

【Visit?】 】

Morgan smiled, and she could see Conrad's posture at this point: it was neither an easy position to unleash terror, nor a harbinger of victory in battle, if anything: it was perfect for the Midnight Ghost to disappear from this room in the first place.

But that's not Morgan's purpose.

[When you are a guest, are you used to visiting the owner of the house at the end?] 】

"When I'm a guest, they often don't welcome me."

"They resisted me as much as they resisted death, absurdly and in vain."

In the shadows, the Midnight Wraith stared at his so-called blood relative, the alluring smell of the food on the table constantly tickling his taste buds, but he had long since learned to resist the temptation, after all, on Nostramo, the smell of food meant nothing more than a trap that was not very clever.

[No one would welcome a guest with malicious intent, my brother, this is human nature, do not be surprised. 】

Morgan's smile was exchanged for silence and a short response in the darkness.

"That's not malice, that's judgment."

"I know, but it doesn't make a difference in their eyes, does it?" 】

Conrad was silent, he didn't answer every question Morgan, as he said: his purpose was only to visit the master of the battleship, a necessary etiquette that even the Midnight Ghost could not deny.

The Lord of the Second Legion caught the rustling of her brother as he prepared to leave, which made her brow furrow invisibly, and she spoke into the shadows beside the door.

"Why don't you eat a little, Conrad." 】

[This is an invitation from the owner.] 】

"Thanks, but no."

A weak voice came slowly from the junction of light and shadow, and the Midnight Wraith's terrifyingly beautiful face revealed a small part, nodding solemnly at his blood relative.

"Thank you for the invitation, but please forgive me for not being able to respond, I've already had dinner, just before this visit."

Morgan frowned.

【Where are you ......】

In the middle of her words, the voice of the Lord of the Second Legion stopped abruptly, as she clearly saw the claws of a writting rodent in the mouth of the Midnight Wraith.

"There's a whole food chain in the bottom cabin of your battleship."

"If that's your possessions: then I thank you for your hospitality."

Like a sincere word, or like a simple mockery, the breath of the Midnight Ghost completely disappeared with these words, leaving only the cold dishes and the Lord of the Second Legion who was stunned in place.

【……】

【…… Aniah. 】

"I'm here."

[Call me all the company commanders on the battleship!] 】

(End of chapter)