【How to lavage?】 】

Can promethium be used for emetic gastric lavage? 】

What about plasma? 】

[What about the whirlpool grenade?] 】

[Is the stomach tube inserted from the ear or from the eye?] 】

[Is it better to use a chainsaw axe or a chainsaw sword for gastrointestinal surgery?] 】

[Can the genogen be allergic to the dryer and the closed oven?] 】

With a snapping sound, the maid of the Lord of the Second Legion unhurriedly repeated another question in her mind, she didn't know how many unsolved mysteries she had searched today.

At the time of the creation of Virgo, the first experimental Squirting of the Stars, the Lord of Avalon had planned and prepared for almost everything, and she was committed to making these mechanical and occult creations capable of being able to take her place, and she had made countless special changes to them.

And the most important of these transformations is the Minerva Sequence, a simple but practical creation that is installed in the brain of every Stellar Handmaiden, and stores a vast reserve of knowledge and necessary common sense: this way, whenever the creators of the Spider Queen encounter something beyond their scope of work but have to solve, they will not be overwhelmed.

Now, Virgo is using this precious knowledge store, constantly searching for the knowledge she needs, but unfortunately, after a long search process, the little maid of the genetic prototype can only accept a reality with some helplessness: even the supreme creator in her eyes does not know any kind of knowledge in the galaxy.

So......

Can promethine be used for vomiting and gastric lavage?

Virgo frowned, leaning against the buzzing dryer, in a real state of sorrow and worry: her Creator was no longer with her, which made her mind matrix feel a certain discomfort, something that could not be described in words.

Next to her, the huge spin dryer was like three Virgos superimposed on top of each other, and the constant roar of machinery and the chaotic collision of the huge body in it intertwined a chaotic movement, making the brow of the original maid tense more and more.

Glancing at the time casually, and making sure that the almost-refreshed Midnight Ghost would take at least fifteen minutes to finish spinning, she pondered whether to add a little more promethium while doing something she had rarely done before: thinking.

Think about her discomfort.

Virgo couldn't explain the discomfort, but she was sure that it wasn't because there was anything wrong with her contemplative core or arithmetic, but because she was alone with a series of puzzles: but her Creator wasn't with her, and the void was even more drastic and obvious than the puzzle itself, and Virgo's already not-so-cunning thinking skills were quickly trapped in a kind of loop.

Eventually, she crouched down, buried her head in her knees, and evolved into a melancholy, pale pink fungus, with only the almost desperate retching sound of the one in the dryer in her ears.

Morgan wasn't next to Virgo, she wasn't even in her own private lounge: it was a matter of course, after all, the Spider Queen was no longer alone, she had an army, a kingdom, more than 20,000 heirs and warriors who obeyed her, and so many reports that could never be sorted out.

She had so much to listen to and review that while most of the day-to-day affairs had long since been settled by the more skilled Legion Councils, the truly important part of it would always be in the small meetings of the thrones, the Dawnbreaker Legion's genetic protogens entrenched on her silver-white throne, and gathering a few of her most trusted subordinates would be enough to decide the life and death of tens of billions of civilians beyond the distant stars.

This behavior was initially driven by the interest and whims of the Genetic Prototype, but as time went on, and as the discussants changed as they watched, the Lords of the Second Legion gradually developed a good team: they were always on call, quick-witted, magically able to keep up with or on the inspiration of the Mother of Genes, and more importantly, their perspectives were often different, giving the Spider Empress more unintentional ideas.

So, from an unknown when, the Lord of Avalon developed the habit of gathering her sons whenever an important matter needed to be decided by her: Lana, Bayar, Hecht, and Marshall and Hawthorne if the situation allowed.

Among them, Hector was a transfer student who was clear-eyed by the Mother of Genes after just a few conversations, Rana and Bayard were already close associates of the Lord of Avalon, while Marshall, the former Legion Commander, and Hawthorne, who had been semi-retired, were a bit special, although they no longer acted with the Legion's large forces, but were entrusted with a more important task by the Genoplasm: to oversee the territory conquered by the Dawnbreaker Legion, and became the most trusted and relied on gatekeeper dog of the Lord of Avalon.

Such a small group of three people for a long time, occasionally five, and sometimes improvised according to the actual situation, has become some kind of organization that is necessary for all Astarte Legions: there is no exact name for such an organization, in the Shadowmoon Wolf Legion, it is called the "Mourning Society" or the "Council of the Four Kings", and in the Iron Warrior Legion, the children of Perturabo will whisper "Trident" with jealousy, and in Otrama, people seem to be accustomed to calling such people "Hero".

The Lord of the Second Legion still hadn't named the group: on the one hand, she didn't want the organization to have more authority, and on the other hand, she really couldn't think of a satisfactory name.

But in any case, that didn't stop her from subconsciously summoning these heirs to her throne when she began to think about important things.

[How is the expedition plan for the Salamas Star Sector?] 】

Perched high on the throne, the Genogen glanced first at Bayar, and the commander of the second company stepped forward, saluting gracefully and reporting unhurriedly.

"Everything is going well, Lord Primordial, and it's even better than we thought: according to the reports from our diplomatic envoys, most of the Salamas Star District is ruled by a [Salamas Regent], and under his command are countless loose noble domains and states, which together form a remote fortress surrounded by countless terrifying enemies."

"The Lord Regent of Salamas is happy to submit to the rule of the Empire, and so are his lords, but they also have one condition: after they submit to the Empire, we must fight alongside them against the countless depraved human pirates and greedy alien barbarians in the surrounding star fields, and leave enough strength to keep them safe."

"In return, Salamas is willing to open up every one of its worlds, every nest, every group of families to us, to select new Dawnbreaker warriors, and our emissary also specifically mentioned that the population of the region is extremely dense, enough to rival the top nest worlds in the solar star field, and the martial culture is prevalent here, and most of the inhabitants can even adapt to the long battles in the void, if not become new blood, they can also become extremely elite mortal troops such as the Sun Auxiliary Army."

"According to the Council's calculations, the entire Salamas sector may be able to provide the Dawnbreaker Legion with more than 10,000 qualified new blood capable of bearing your genetic seeds, and if we manage this land diligently, that number may be even higher in the future."

[10,000 ah......]

The genetic prototype whispered this number, and her pupils couldn't help but flash a greedy light: you know, when she took over the legion, there were only less than 20,000 heirs, and with the situation of sweeping four or five star sectors and recruiting troops non-stop, this number was only enough to accumulate to 25,000.

In this comparison, as many as 10,000 new blood of the Legion can indeed make the Lord of the Second Legion have some extra patience with Salamas: not to mention that their demands themselves are not excessive.

[It seems that our expedition to the Salamas Star Sector, no, it should be said that the recovery work, should be put on the agenda immediately.] 】

"I don't think it's necessary to do such a troublesome action, my lord."

Rana took a step forward.

"During the discussions of the Legion Council, we carefully evaluated the various pieces of intelligence from the Salamas sector, as well as all of the Empire's previous diplomatic records and exploration documents with them: the council's view is that the Salamas sector does not need you to recover it personally, we only need a fleet of ten Astarte companies to recover it all."

[5,000 people? 】

"That's right, my lord, although this number is not enough to carry out an expedition against the extraterritorial darkness, it is more than enough to assist the Salamas in eliminating the rogues in the sector, and this also involves another problem: my lord, with us about to regain the Salamas star sector, the jurisdiction of our legion is also a bit too large, even if we can really select 10,000 new blood in Salamas, the army will become overstretched."

The Lord of the Second Legion blinked, her gaze wandering over the three heirs, and it took only a split second to read what was on their minds.

[So, you fell in love with the Loyal Heir Academy that I founded? 】

"That's right, sir."

[This is Marshall's proposal?] Or Hawthorne's suggestion? 】

"Signed by the two Excellencies: they have noticed that the first batch of students at the Loyal Heir Academy have completed most of their studies, and only the final internship stage is left, and we can use them as the core to expand the mortal auxiliary forces of the Dawnbreaker Legion as the main defense force of each galaxy."

"Not long ago, another batch of weapons and equipment from our Forge World ally Reza has arrived, including a large number of Brutal Blades, Storm Blades, Poison Blade Tanks, and Scimitar Tank Destroyers, and since these vehicles are already in a state of over-equippedness in the Dawnbreaker Legion, we have given their general equipment to the Empress Guard."

"The council believes that with such equipment bonuses, even mortal armies will be able to complete some low-intensity combat missions, and they have also noticed that some of the cadets of the Loyal Heir Academy have performed ...... in battle."

"It's fanatical."

【……】

[Tell me more.] 】

"Specifically, not long ago, a video of the actual combat from the Valkyrie Training Base of the Loyal Heir Academy was conveyed by His Excellency Marshall, you know, my lord, the Valkyrie Base specializes in training mortal women who are admitted to the Loyal Heir Academy and aspire to become warriors."

"Intelligence shows that due to the strength of the enemy, some of the war dog-level Titans of the [Sun Titan Legion] who happened to pass by also joined the battle, fighting side by side with these female prospective graduates and getting along happily."

"It's just that, after the battle, these Titan pilots also seem to have some kind of ...... for the [Hunting Goddess Pakmites], that is, for the original body Adoration, introduced into the midst of these graduates, who now call themselves followers and martyrs, reveal a sense of impatience to rush into battle. ”

【……】

[I do remember that I allowed the Sun Legion to retain some faith in me. 】

"Yes, my lord, these graduates now call themselves the Blood Roses watered by the Lord of Avalon, and have caused quite a bit of turmoil in the Loyal Heir Academy, and intelligence indicates that the other mortal female cadets at Valkyrie's training base seem to have a high interest in this faith and fanaticism, but the other cadets and teachers have reacted violently."

【……】

Frankly speaking, this news did not surprise the Lord of the Second Legion, she knew that this kind of worship that was close to faith would not really care as long as it did not go online or even affected the Great Expedition.

The Spider Empress just sat there, wondering how her children would react to this transgression: in some of her thoughts, she could see this reaction as the status of the Emperor and the Genoplasm in their hearts.

"The parliament thinks that such a thing ......"

The three Daybreakers glanced at each other.

"It's not a big deal."

"Although this act of worship is somewhat contrary to the truth of the Empire, considering the responsibilities of our Legion and the peculiarities of the Far Eastern Frontier, the Legion Council believes that as long as the situation is effectively controlled, there is no need to care too much about these matters."

[Even if it goes against the truth of the Empire?] 】

The vague tone in the Mother of Genes' mouth caused the three warriors to look at each other again.

"At this stage, we still have to focus on the actual situation."

"Bear it for the time being, and regret it in the future."

"So...... What do you mean, my lord? ”

Morgan smiled, stretching lazily on her throne, seemingly unconcerned about the question and the answer of the heirs, as if she was unaware of the sensitivity.

[You can see what you do. 】

“……”

"Understood, sir."

"Then, the Legion Council intends to incorporate these female graduates into the sequence of the Sallamas Reconquest Fleet as their actual first battle, so as to quell the unrest in the Loyal Heir Academy."

[Sounds good, but there is one thing that needs a small change.] 】

"Where?"

[They have a better place to go and a place to intern.] 】

The Lord of the Second Legion snapped her fingers casually, and a letter appeared in her palm, already unsealed.

[Not long ago, I received a call from one of my blood brothers. 】

[From the summons of Otrama.] 】

——————

Time's up.

Virgo glanced at the timer, confirmed the telepathic device again, and only after making sure that nothing was wrong, she turned off the giant spin dryer that had been roaring for almost a Terra Standard Time and opened the hatch.

In the cabin, there was a low, extremely muffled moan, almost completely suppressed by the great cold storage and tenacity, like a beast that had long been accustomed to pain, reliving the feeling of blood and scars.

Under the indifferent gaze of Virgo, the miserable white figure slowly crawled out of the darkness of the cabin: this person was the midnight ghost who could be called a makeover, and he was already a completely different person than the madness in Nostramo.

The dirt and mud that had been almost unmelted for almost 10,000 years had long since been purged by another genogen after the ten-time-long battle of Terra, and the refined promethium spent for it was enough to burn a warband's Astarte to ashes.

Midnight Wraith's original complexion: the extremely unhealthy paleness has once again been exposed to the air, but under the effect of a large number of special moisturizers and cleansers, the pale complexion of the Nostramo King is no longer the original shroud color, but more like the maverick in the summer night sky, exuding a cold, indifferent moon.

Against the backdrop of this pale complexion, when the pupils of the Midnight Ghost focused on Virgo's body in the next second, theoretically there would be no creatures of fear and awe, and they couldn't help but retreat silently.

"Do you want to continue the fighting, Lord Conrad?"

Determined, Virgo forced herself to look directly into the eyes of the Midnight Ghost: the genogen was still not out of severe bondage, and although he was no longer wrapped in steel dumplings as before, there were still layers of restraint on his limbs and torso, and even around his neck.

The Midnight Wraith was no more upset about this, as in fact, after the complete purge, the capricious Night Lord fell into an eerie silence, with a terrible smile on his countenance, and he just crouched next to the machine, silent.

And hearing Virgo's question, the king of Nostramo raised his head in condescension and glanced at Morgan's creation.

"Why, do you want to be judged too?"

He smiled, his rugged teeth covered in yellow dirt that had not yet been cleaned.

Virgo is noncommittal.

"Isn't it in your eyes that anyone in the world should be judged?"

Hearing this, Midnight Ghost instantly lost his smile, and he put on a rather serious expression, staring closely at the blasphemous creation of the Lord of the Second Legion, and after about a minute, with a mocking laugh, he shook his head.

"Do you think that judgment is mere killing and atrocity?"

"No, that's a big mistake."

Midnight Ghost breathed deeply, and he didn't look at Virgo again, as if he had lost all interest.

"Not all people have the value of being judged, trial and torture are a rather sophisticated means, the quickest steps to order and mercy, and every time a claw is cut through the skin, it requires the most careful observation, the most subtle art, and the strongest determination."

"You don't deserve that, little one."

"After all, you'...... Hmph, I don't know how the Queen of the Rotting Corpse made something like you, but your blasphemous birth shows that you don't deserve the most precious gifts and gifts in the world. ”

"For example: Judgment."

The Midnight Ghost slowly spat out these heavy words, and then did not say a word, maintaining a strange tacit understanding with the equally quiet Virgo beside him.

The Eighth Legion's genetic protogenone hid himself in a mass of shelters made of chains and galaxies, observing and remembering everything in the room as he watched as the monstrous creature pulled out more things he didn't recognize, what looked like a pile of torture instruments.

Midnight Ghost remained as quiet and patient as he could, and it wasn't until he saw the maid dragging a chainsaw axe not far in front of him that he felt a little nervous.

"You're not done yet?"

[Of course.] 】

The Lord of the Second Legion who answered him was the Lord of the Second Legion, who pushed open the door and strode in.

The Spider Empress casually lifted the crown from her head, as if she had gone with the poise and solemnity in front of her heir, and then, with a big roll of her sleeves, raised her heavy, vacuum cleaner-like medical instruments with both hands, crouched in front of the Midnight Ghost, and smiled.

[We still have a lot of work to do. 】

The Spider Queen couldn't help but feel proud as she looked at Midnight Wraith's face, which had finally turned a little white, and she grinned and casually slapped Midnight Wraith's cheek and the shiny skull.

[Are you still used to the new hairstyle?] 】

“……”

Midnight Wraith's eyebrows and mouth tugged at the same time, striking a face that was extremely disgusted with his blood relatives, and he struggled to drag the chains around his neck, avoiding the friendly and brutal hand of the Spider Queen, and then aimed at it.

#科兹撕咬#

Morgan jerked his hand back, but there was already a white scratch on his fingernails.

【……】

[Originally, I wanted to anesthetize you first when I was working on vomiting: Now it seems that you are in good shape, so you don't need anesthesia and go directly to gastric lavage. 】

Morgan was still smiling, but for some reason, the slightest difference in the smile was enough to make the Midnight Ghost retract his neck with some unease.

However, the Spider Empress did not have a more indignant indignation, it seemed that the pool war with the Midnight Ghost had consumed a lot of her spirit, and the Lord of the Second Legion had actually become a lot calmer, and she casually threw a jar of reagent to Coz while directing Virgo to be busy.

[Give, germinate.] 】

Conrad took the reagent, he blinked, then dragged the chain, slowly opened the reagent, the cool breath inside soothed his brow slightly, and drank it all.

When Morgan turned back again, all he saw was a few liters of liquid disappearing in the midnight ghost's drink, and the astonishingly large Adam's apple on his neck was tumbling, pulling up layers of pale skin.

【……】

At the moment when the Spider Empress was stunned, Coates had already finished a whole can.

【……】

[Conrad. 】

"Huh?"

[That's for smearing.] 】

“……”

"Vomit !!!"

——————

Overall, after the horrors of the bath wars and several infantile sleeps, Midnight Wraith's temper may have gotten a little better.

Of course, the permeating smile on his face that never faded made all this a question mark: especially when he grinned and his gums and sharp teeth were covered with hair growth tonics......

Of course, the Spider Empress didn't believe that a single bath could change the mind of the Midnight Wraith, but she didn't care too much about where her blood relatives had hidden the boiling malice, because after taking a dialysis film of the Midnight Wraith's abdomen, Morgan was already concerned with exclaiming at Conrad's stomach.

She came up to Coetze and pointed to the stomach pouch on the picture.

What is it? 】

"The claws of a mouse, the eyes of a wild dog, and the tail of a bat."

[What about this?] 】

"Those things you put on the side of the road."

【…… So what is this? 】

"Your logistics director: don't you recognize him?"

Morgan's brow jumped, and she looked at Midnight Ghost, only to see a sarcastic and unrepentant smile.

[The reason you killed him was because he broke the law?] 】

"I'm just going to kill people for that."

[But that's your law, and this is my ship, and your actions are incorrect and ultra vires.] 】

"This is your ship, and he has committed a crime on your ship, but he has not been punished from beginning to end: this is enough to show that your so-called law is a dead letter."

[Unsolved cases are not an argument for judicial incompetence, my parasite, and your verdict is so serious: I have never seen a judge judge judge put a mortal in his belly anyway.] 】

"Serious? Do you mean he should be acquitted? ”

[Ah, not really.] 】

[According to the laws of the Empire, the crimes he committed were not punishable by death, but only for himself, all his relatives and friends, and his descendants to endure six generations of hard labor, and if they could not sustain it, they all had the freedom to become machine slaves at will. 】

[You see: this is much more humane than skinning him.] 】

“……”

Coetze's eyes narrowed.

For a moment, he couldn't even tell whether the person in front of him was genuinely believing in the ridiculous set of laws, or was telling a lie rather contrivedly.

……

He thinks it's the latter.

But things didn't stop with Midnight Wraith's musings, and when he looked up again, the Spider Queen had deftly filled a cart with a bunch of oddly shaped things, and then came to him, and a master and servant worked together to lift Midnight Wraith's midnight ghost to a chaise longue, tie it tightly, and then turn on the high-occupancy light, immobilizing Conrad's gaping grinning mouth.

“……”

"What are you doing?"

[Dental fixing. 】

【Rinse your mouth.】 】

[Then gastric lavage.] 】

[If you don't behave well, I'll consider adding an enema or something.] 】

The smile of the Lord of the Second Legion had changed to a dangerous one, but among the midnight ghost's biological instincts, the most dangerous thing at the moment was the strange torture instrument in her hand.

"Buzz ————"

Just hearing this sound, Midnight Ghost couldn't help but tremble.

“…… What is that? ”

[Huh? 】

[This is a dental drill.] 】

[Later, it will enter your mouth and visit every tooth of yours. 】

[Come, be good, open your mouth.] 】

“……！”

#科兹惊恐#

#科兹挣扎#

#科兹的不可名状的尖啸#

"Don't you come here!!!!"

——————

"Anyway, the sound in my mother's room seems to be even more tragic today."

"yes, it's even scarier than last night."

"But don't you hear anything resembling an electric drill?"

"It's kind of ...... It sounds scary. ”

“…… Me too. ”

——————

"Is this really in line with the Emperor's mission, my lord?"

Looking at the midnight ghost who was vomiting frantically with an iron bucket from afar, Virgo turned her head to look at her original body while enduring the smell of many cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods in her stomach.

Morgan thought for a moment: it didn't take long.

[Rest assured, my Aniah, I can assure you: so far I have not violated a single order of the Emperor, nor have I failed a single request. 】

"None of them were violated?"

"The emperor's requirements for the cultivation of his own heirs should be very complicated, very harsh, and very heavy, right? Are you really confident that you can do it? ”

[It's not a ...... It's very complicated. 】

[Anyway, I'm sure I'm fulfilling the Emperor's requests, but it depends on how I interpret them: get ready for promethium, Aniah, he's almost vomited, ready for the fifth gastric lavage.] 】

"I think I heard him spitting out the marble, my lord."

[I wouldn't be surprised if he spit out a genetic protogen, this guy eats everything, just doesn't eat me, like that's some kind of poison.] 】

"Maybe he just thinks your food is unpalatable?"

【…… Shut up, Aniah. 】

"Yes, sir."

"But my database still records the answer to one question: Why do we have to freshen him up so urgently? Can't it be divided into several days of labor? ”

[First of all, I don't have that much confidence in him, he is not Johnson, there is nothing worth squeezing, it is better to come all at once. 】

[Secondly: Indeed, I am in a hurry, and after completing this part of the work, I will lead the main force of my fleet to the south at once, and on the way I will gather other forces to form a large expeditionary fleet. 】

"Where to go?"

[To the southern part of the galaxy, to the region of Otlama, to answer the call of my blood brother Killiman: he has captured traces of the Osiris psionic species, and is eager to be helped by me. 】

"So, you're going to take Coetzes with you?"

[Yes.] 】

[Since the Emperor has given me such a surprise, how can I not let Killiman surprise with me? 】

(End of chapter)