Today is the first time Hector has stayed on the flagship of the Mother of Genes.

For the commander of the 23rd Company, everything in front of him was a novel experience, a historic moment that he had imagined countless times, but it was the first time he had personally experienced it.

For the first time, I sat with the legendary predecessors such as Bayar and Ranna, discussed the daily affairs of the Legion and various agendas, and even had lunch together to strengthen the relationship, and then in the arena to meet each other and admire the statue of Ahriman.

A novel experience.

Visiting the newly renovated Glorious Queen-class battleship for the first time, seeing the potted plants, woodblock prints and story reliefs placed everywhere at the behest of my mother, is like walking in a living history museum.

The names of the great Astarte warriors, even mortals, are remembered along with the great victories, and this is part of the cultural change that the Lord of the Second Legion brought to her children.

A novel experience.

In the end, resting in the special cabin arranged for the company commander Astarte on the battleship, Hecht was even surprised to find that everything in the rest room was deliberately enlarged in proportion to his huge body.

A novel experience.

He checked in gratefully, happily recorded his diary, fell asleep peacefully, and then ......

Then he was pulled off the bed by his great genetic protogen, with a long-distance psionic hand.

……

Sure enough, it was a novel experience that had never been seen before.

The commander of the 23rd Company, who was physically strong, touched his aching head and couldn't help but sigh softly, but then he realized something: he was not the only one in the room.

A little sleepiness was replaced by a cold reason, and Hector grabbed the dark green greatsword that never left him, and leaped to his feet with the agility of his massive body, knocking down many of the furnishings in the room.

The other man in the room had no intention of hiding at all, and she sat on Hector's bedside table, waiting leisurely for Morgan's pride to discover it: by the faint light of the voice-activated lamp, Hector recognized the comer: it seemed to be the little maid beside his genetic mother.

His vigilance let go a little, but it didn't disappear completely.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Your Excellency summons all the company commanders currently on the battleship to report to the reception hall of her private lounge, and go now, and stop any tasks and actions at once, Your Excellency."

"I see."

Hector nodded, but he soon discovered an awkward problem: although he had firmly remembered the important locations, such as the throne room of the Mother of Genes, the council chamber of the Legion Council, and the location of the arena and the Legionnaire public cafeteria, the private lounge of his genetic protogens ......

Where?

The momentary dazedness in the eyes of the Daybreaker didn't escape Virgo's eyes, and she casually kicked her boots on the bedside table, making small noises that allowed the big man to turn his gaze back once more.

"Your Excellency has taken into account your particular circumstances, Lord Hecht."

"So she asked me to take you."

"Let's hurry up, the other company commanders have already gone to report."

"Okay."

Hector nodded, he looked at the too short and thin body of the original maid in front of him with some concern, and then looked at his bedside table, which was more than two meters high, and then carefully knelt on one knee.

"Come, grab my arm, and I'll take you down."

The Dawnbreaker Nova did everything he could to soften his tone, so as not to frighten the mortal maid who was more fragile than a porcelain doll in his eyes, but such kindness was only exchanged for a strange look mixed with helplessness.

(_)

Under the somewhat surprised gaze of the Dawnbreaker Nova, Virgo casually jumped directly from the side of the room to the door, not even forgetting to draw a graceful arc in mid-air, and then, with one hand, she pushed open the half-meter-thick steel door, stood in the corridor light, and spoke to Hector, who was stunned in place.

"Take care of yourself, Your Excellency."

With that, the Genetic Prototype's maid didn't wait for Hector at all, her boots clicked on the floor of the hallway as a final guide.

The commander of the twenty-third company hurried out in the next moment, and he did not forget to close his door by the way: the door, which even Hector needed to push open with a little force, had been slapped against the wall at any moment by Virgo.

The new star of the Dawnbreaker carefully closed the common property of the Legion, and did not forget to let out a genuine emotion in his heart: sure enough, on top of the flagship of his genetic mother, it was really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Novelty experiences have increased!

……

Hecht was the last of the thirteen company commanders to arrive in the Genoplasm's private lounge.

Since the second round of military operations was about to begin, the flagship of the Second Army had gathered a number of company commanders at this time, either as the core of the next expedition or as they could represent a vital defensive area.

After several years of expansion and near-unscrupulous conscription, the Legion of the Dawnbreaker successfully recruited about 4,000 new blood from the vast starfield it ruled to match the genetic seeds of the Spider Queen, and after supplementing and mixing with the original company, it also expanded the number of companies of the Legion from the original thirty-six to forty-four, slightly making up for the shortage of manpower.

And the eight new company commanders are still ruthless people who are crazy to roll up with countless Terra veterans, and under more extreme conditions, these company commanders can easily suppress the five hundred new blood under their own hands by pulling a few old guys at will.

The new bloods treat their predecessors with respect for the legendary heroes, and the Terra veterans, who have lost too much in the Great Expedition, also cherish these hard-won legion hopes, which they have silently impregnated from the gestures of the Mother of Genes.

Of course, respect is respect, cherishing is cherishing, such as running for company commander, the opportunity to go further with the mother of genes, or to speak entirely on strength, some talented new stars were soon taught the sinister in the galaxy by the kind old-timers, which is a valuable lesson.

However, the Spider Empress doesn't care about such trivial matters, just as she never pays attention to the changes in the arena, and the Lord of the Second Legion is happy to leave some space and place for her heirs to do whatever they want, which is one of the more important aspects of her relaxed and disciplined way of domination.

The Lord of Avalon hadn't fully figured out whether the Astarte warriors' worship and irrational following of the Gene Prototype had a limit, but there was an instinct in her heart that warned her not to let her children feel that everything they had was firmly in the hands of the Gene Prototype, so that they could have a little secret at the right time, a relaxed relaxation space, or the right opportunity to play their hobbies, all of which were panaceas that made the Legion more obedient to her.

Whether it is the indifference to the arena or the recent original sculpture competition, it is an attempt to promote this concept, and the effect is quite good so far, which not only ensures that the atmosphere of the legion will not be suppressed, but also allows Morgan to maintain a little mystery in the hearts of grassroots soldiers to a certain extent.

Of course, things like this are only known to the gene prototype herself, and even her personal maids only know one or two of them, not to mention these nervous Astarte company commanders in front of the gene prototype.

Morgan looked up, just in time to see the last company commander enter the room: the massive Hector was about to sit in the seats of the three battle brothers alone, and between he was officially seated, Virgo was busy adjusting the lights in the room and making a new pot of hot tea for the genotype.

Isn't her work a little too much.

After a long absence, even the heart of the genetic prototype that was as black as Vulcan's, couldn't help but flash a trace of doubt and guilt.

The thirteen company commanders sat down at this point, their eyes wrapped in suspicion, wandering over the sumptuous food and the mother of genes in front of them, thinking about the purpose of the meeting of the Legion Lord.

Morgan didn't tell them what she wanted, she just leaned back in her seat casually and pointed to the hearty dinner party in front of her, which was getting cold.

【Eat. 】

[Eat it up.] 】

The command is simple and straightforward, and there is no possibility of being cross-examined.

But it was enough to further confuse the company commanders: some optimists, led by Hecht, thought it was the progenitor's love for them, but the glacier-like smile on Morgan's face didn't look like an argument to support it.

The pessimists, on the other hand, lowered their eyebrows and did not dare to look at their own genetic prototypes, while desperately remembering whether the Legion had recently failed to live up to the original organisms.

The Emperor is on top, hoping that their mistakes can be made up for with blood and death, rather than losing the favor of the genetic protogen.

In addition to the Dawnbreaker Company Commanders, who were full of delusions, there were two more sober figures present, one was the oldest second company commander, Bayar, and the other was the chief old guard Lana, who was called by Virgo even though he was not a company commander.

The two Terra veterans, seeing that their mother's eyes were not burning with anger about them, looked at each other, and then tacitly picked up their knives and forks at the same time, replacing the dead silence with a silent chewing sound.

This worked very well, because in the next moment, more chewing sounds sounded one after another, everyone did not want to be an outlier in front of the mother of genes, the main roast beef was divided up almost instantly, and the craftsmanship of the original gene was best recognized in the love of the Astarte warriors, which made her mood somewhat better.

After more than a minute, the last piece of roast beef was also stuffed into the stomach pouch, and then the cold Yorkshire pudding and sticky pumpkin pie disappeared, the tomato chowder was drunk in the blink of an eye, and when a dozen hands reached out to the fruits at the same time, the genetic protoplasm could clearly see that her most detached children were quietly competing with each other under the cover of these plants, and no one wanted to let go of the rice cooked by the mother of genes easily.

On the side, Diarmud, who grabbed the last mushroom burger, lowered his eyes in a low-key manner, but the smugness on the corners of his mouth could not be hidden, just like the secret sourness of the few people next to him.

……

Looks like she doesn't know enough about her children.

Morgan couldn't help but sigh.

Her gaze swept over the faces of Lana and Bayar, who had been the first to move but had ceased to eat after a symbolic portion of roast beef, and sighed helplessly, the anger in her heart turning into a strange patience waiting for her heir to finish the farce.

It wasn't until the last kernel had disappeared from Hecht's mouth that Morgan began to look at the group of well-behaved cubs who had become upright again, and their efforts to cover up the scene with their stern countenances.

Then, she smiled.

The smile seemed like a kind of helplessness, and it was like a faint indulgence.

But even so, she slowly stood up and looked at the high-ranking officers who were enough to mobilize the entire Glory Queen-class battleship, and showed a smile that made everyone present shudder.

[My children. 】

[Someone told me ......]

[On my battleship, there is abundant property? 】

[Don't you know, when he opened his mouth to describe, that kind of vigorous and vigorous realm, the realm of all things competing, is still in front of you......]

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As soon as the amiable company commander Hector came out of the rest room of the original body, he rushed all the way to the collective rest room where his subordinates were.

He kicked open the door of the room, grabbed one by one and suddenly woke up in his sleep, so he could be called a subordinate of [Yi Wei Wei], and used jerky swings and slaps to let them experience the novel experience from the company commander.

It wasn't until the last of the still dazed Daybreakers was pulled off the bed by his big guy company commander that Hector stood solemnly in front of several of his subordinates and asked a serious question.

"Which of you has experience cleaning rooms?"

He hesitated, cautiously considering, and added.

"It's better to have a big purge."

Several soldiers from the 23rd Company looked at each other, and after a while, a hand was raised in disbelief.

"I was cleaning the house before I became the Dawnbreaker......"

"Hmm, I remember you, you're the recruit you just reported?"

"Yes, Company Commander Hecht, my name is Vissariono......"

"Good!"

"It's very experienced!"

——————

……

"I heard that you mobilized everyone on the entire battleship last night to do a general cleaning of the corridor and cabin area on the ground floor? And the rodent extermination operation by the way? ”

While Aliman was casually confronting the vegetarian meal on his plate, he accosted Hecht on the opposite side, who was obviously not resting, and the company commander of Chiko was in good spirits at this time.

Through the domino effect of the company commander mobilizing the soldiers, the warriors mobilizing the mortal high-level, and the mortal high-level mobilizing everyone, while the gene prototype accompanied his maid to clean the dishes, on the entire Glory Queen-class battleship, except for the necessary personnel on duty and unrelated personnel, everyone was thrown into this general cleaning without warning.

As the official envoy of the Thousand Sons Legion on the surface, Aliman was just one of the so-called unrelated personnel, and he watched with great interest as countless dawnbreakers and mortals ran around outside the door of his room, busy with their feet on the ground, and even when he went to the arena to prepare for his daily activities, he also found that the huge arena was empty, which made the son of Magnus a little inexplicably lost.

Fortunately, Hector still appeared in the warrior's cafeteria, but this big guy who used to be very serious about food was obviously distracted this time, which made Aliman a little interested.

"Because of the primordial orders."

Hector tortured the roast beef on his plate with his knife and fork, but could not eat the taste he expected, and Morgan's pride mechanically chewed on the pieces of meat he had inserted, his eyes casually patrolling over the mortal high-ranking officers at the adjacent table.

There are a large number of public canteens on the Dawnbreaker's warship, which can be used equally by both Astarte warriors and mortal elites, the only difference between them is the difference in the food window, and many of Morgan's sons have made mortal friendships here, even Ariman is no exception.

"Why did Your Excellency Morgan suddenly give such an order, is there any hidden danger at the bottom of the battleship?"

"Yes...... Mouse. ”

Ahriman blinked.

"Oh...... So? ”

"No, it's just rats, and if anything, there's a whole food chain besides rats: we've found all sorts of insects, rodents and even snakes, and God knows when they started to thrive here."

"There are still a lot of fungi growing in the darkest corners, and some of them have actually been bitten."

Ahriman listened carefully to Hecht's words, and he tried to control his expression, but in the end, he couldn't help but smile cheerfully.

“……”

"That's it?"

"No more?"

Hector raised an eyebrow and looked at his best friend.

"Isn't that enough, Ahriman?"

"Ah, I don't mean that, I mean: you're still too young, my friend, and in that respect, Lord Morgan seems to be about ...... you."

Ahriman's voice grew quieter, and he looked around cautiously, as if to make sure no one else was eavesdropping, before observing his best friend's face.

"You won't be angry if I say that?"

Hector shook his head, not taking Ahriman's words to heart.

"Don't worry about that, Ahriman: our genetic primordial is not perfect, it's not something to be ashamed of, and who can be truly perfect: just as she sees and tolerates our shortcomings, we also have to acknowledge the shortcomings of the genetic mother and do everything we can to help her improve, which is what we should do as offspring."

"Say, my friend, there's nothing to worry about."

On the contrary, the son of Magnus nodded in disbelief at Hecht's calmness, it was the first time he had heard such an evaluation of the original body from the mouth of an Astarte warrior, and it seemed that this evaluation was already a default consensus in the Second Legion.

Sure enough, Lord Morgan's legion always gave him a little new experience.

As he thought, Ahriman placed his breakfast on the table, motioning for the mortal servants to take it away, and he could see that on the other side of the restaurant, there was a large odorless disposer of kitchen waste.

Hector, opposite the Son of Magnus, did the same thing, waiting for Ahriman to come close to his ear and whisper a new story.

"Hector, my friend, you need to know one thing: the flagship of the Second Legion is one of the oldest and most gigantic Queen-class warships in the entire human empire, it has a history far older than the Great Expedition, and it is far larger than most of its sister ships."

"Astartes like us, in the countless years from service to death, will not go through every corner of this warship: especially in the lower cabins, few Astarte soldiers will go there, and in charge of those areas are a group of [crew families], many of whom have served on this warship all their lives, through birth, old age, sickness and death, and some turrets are even the generational occupations of some crew families."

"This ......"

"Surprised, my friend? The battleship under our feet was twenty-five kilometers long, and aset Astarte, which carried at least hundreds of thousands of mortals, no different from a small city: the question then became, can even the smallest city be clean in every brick? ”

“…… No. ”

"That's it, Hecter."

"Your flagship is already a good example, I've visited the Vengeful Spirit before, the Queen of Glory of the Shadowmoon Wolf Legion, the ship is so old and huge, its center is like a rotten, empty labyrinth, full of rats and filth, but no one cares."

"After all, Astarte warriors never go to that kind of place, and there don't seem to be a few Genotypes who pay too much attention to their warships except for our Excellency Morgan."

Hector blinked, he accepted the explanation of the son of Magnus, and could not help but think of something: the expression on the pale faces of the crew as he led the party to the lower deck was indeed an unforgettable and complex picture.

They were in awe of the sudden appearance of the Astarte warriors, no different from the frightened rats, but at the same time, the low-level crew saw the Emperor's angels as a symbol of some kind of salvation, and kept chanting about the ghosts that caused panic in the darkness.

Phantom......

Can this battleship still be haunted?

Hector couldn't help but laugh to himself at the thought of this, but soon another commotion interrupted his thoughts, and Morgan's pride turned his head, only to see a richly dressed mortal high-ranking enter the dining room, causing a wave among the staff.

"Who's that?"

Hector looked at his best friend, and he knew that Ahriman had been on the flagship.

The son of Magnus glanced casually in the direction Hector had pointed out.

"Ah, that mortal."

"Hmm...... I don't remember his name, but I do remember that he was the person in charge of logistics and material support and dispatch on this battleship, responsible for the food, clothing and transportation of hundreds of thousands of mortals on the battleship, and he has been doing it for several years: he did a good job. ”

"His Excellency Morgan even praised his ability and dispatch level, I heard that he improved the original logistics and material dispatch system when he first took over, and there has never been any problem in these years, and he can complete all the temporary requirements of the original body perfectly."

"That's pretty good."

Hector nodded, softly sighing at the energy of the mortals.

"But ......"

Ahriman changed his mind.

"I've heard some uncertain gossip that the big boss is said to have a penchant for corruption, but it hasn't really gotten attention and there's no evidence."

Hector frowned.

"Embezzlement?"

"Yes, I heard that he was born in a poor family on his home planet, and he lived a difficult life since he was a child, and he fought for his position on this battleship by relying on extremely hard work, but some things in his early years also left him with some habits of calculation, and it is said that his corruption is not serious, and it has not affected his work efficiency at all, strictly speaking, his corruption belongs to some kind of ...... Personal hobby? ”

"For example, I've heard that he once worked with the chef to reduce the five lemon slices next to the foie gras that those mortal high-ranking officers ate to four, which is half an open secret, but no one cares."

"Honestly, it's even a little cute."

"How do you know so well?"

"I'm writing a travelogue, Hector, and all sorts of stories and rumors are part of it."

"That's right...... Won't Mr. Morgan punish this kind of corruption? ”

"My friend: A mortal who can perfectly dispatch the logistics of the entire Glorious Queen-class battleship is just a little greedy, and his share of corruption is not as good as some middle-level bureaucrats in the nest capital, it's you, how do you choose?"

"Understood."

Hector nodded, then glanced at the time, and got up to take his leave.

"I'm sorry, Ahriman, it's my turn to oversee the cleaning of the cabins on the ground floor."

"I didn't expect this kind of thing to be so up-and-coming."

The son of Magnus shook his head, sighed for a moment, and threw out the final question.

"But you don't seem to have fully answered my question, Hecht."

"What are you doing all this trouble?"

"Actually...... I don't know. ”

"However, I heard Lord Lana say that when he reported the progress of the rat extermination to the original body, he once heard the original body talking to himself, as if it was: What is he eating this time?"

"Huh? What do you mean? There's something on this battleship that's eating rats? ”

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it's going to starve this time."

"Not necessarily, Hecht: what even a mouse can eat, its recipe may be a little broader than you think."

"Maybe, but this ship doesn't even have rats on it, what else can it eat?"

——————

……

"You said the kitchen waste in the restaurant was looted?"

When Hector finished his shift and was about to return to the upper cabin, he heard about the "big news" that had just happened from Diarmuid, who had taken over his work.

"Yes."

Diarmuid nodded.

"At least three public canteens have looted their food waste disposers, and no one has noticed them...... Nor anything else is missing. ”

“…… Only took away the kitchen waste? ”

“…… Yes. ”

"Really...... The taste is unique. ”

"Who's to say it isn't, but you'll have to come with me to the bottom cabin again."

"What's wrong?"

"The head of the ship's logistics has just disappeared from his office, along with several of his closest chefs, who have not been found in the entire upper cabin."

“…… They absconded with precious food waste? ”

"It's not impossible."

"Okay, count me in."

"Thank you, Hecht...... Wait, what do you have in your hands? ”

"Ah, this, this is the potted plant I found in the lower cabin, and when I found it, it had been buried in a pile of ashes and broken garbage, next to a few other potted plants."

"Bonsai? Will this stuff be in the lower cabins? Not a trap? ”

"In general, there's nothing strange about them, except for ......"

"They all seem to have been bitten a few times......"

“……”

"Hector, do you think they have anything to do with the missing kitchen waste and the rats before me?"

"I can't think of it, but if it's really the same creature......"

"Then its teeth are really good."

"yes, it's hard to imagine what's in its stomach."

The two company commanders of the Daybreaker couldn't help but sigh heartily at a broken potted plant, which was soon ruthlessly interrupted by an anxious voice from the public channel.

"Company Commander Hecht! And the company commander Diarmuid! We've found him! ”

“！”

"Who?! The Director? ”

"Yes, company commander, we have found his ...... Belch...... Rest. ”

“……”

"Report the directions to me!"

……

Peeling back the mortal crew in despair and panic, Hector strode to the scene of the incident, and saw the horrific scene at first sight.

This was one of the important transportation hubs for the lower cabins, and just a few dozen Terra standard hours ago, Hector led his men to clean up the place, and there were no problems with the place, except that the warriors often felt that someone was watching over them.

Now, it has become a bloody purgatory: a concrete body so terrifying that mortal words cannot describe it is hung in the middle of the road, and the characters who process it are obviously extremely skillful, because Hector can see the perfection of a thousand degrees in the ribs that have been neatly pulled out and arranged to form the shape of a blood eagle, and even in the internal organs that have been thrown on the ground, there is a savage aesthetic that lacks education.

The hideous look of the victim's face tells the truth that he may have been partially tortured while conscious, but that he had been deliberately taken to his life and enjoy the last mercy before the more terrible tortures began, and Hector noticed that the victim's two eyeballs had disappeared: some disgusting speculation had bloomed in his mind, and he hoped it was not true.

Recently, he even saw a potted plant upside down in the corner, also showing signs of being eaten, and a few drops of plant juice on the ground in front of the corpse that were about to dissipate.

In this way, the two Astarte Company Commanders stared at each other in silence in front of the imposing statue of Astarte, and they soon reached a tacit understanding that they began to disperse the panicked low-level crew, promising to send special guards to protect them.

It wasn't until all this was done that the Dawnbreaker who sent out the report mysteriously dragged them to the door of a room, and even through the thick door, the deteriorating smell of blood inside made the Dawnbreakers frown involuntarily.

"I want to ...... Which chefs are inside? ”

The Dawnbreaker nodded.

"Have you seen it in there?"

He nodded again.

The two company commanders glanced at each other, and the smell of blood made them think of many horrible images, but before they really grasped the doorknob, Hector couldn't help but look at this somewhat unlucky subordinate.

"Tell me, what's going on inside?"

"This ......"

The Dawnbreaker hesitated for a moment.

"You know ......"

"Turkish kebab?"

(End of chapter)