[My dear parasite brother, what are you doing these days? 】

The Lord of the Second Legion leaned back on her soft couch, kneading her crunching cervical vertebrae, her pale eyelids, which were no different from her complexion, now shrouded in a light gray, which meant that she had once again spent a great deal of time in experimentation and deduction.

"As always, lock yourself in his room with the gear you gave him."

Less than five steps in front of the Queen of Genes, Virgo kneaded the calf muscles for her Creator while reporting on what had not been new during this time.

[How long has he been like this?] 】

"It's been almost five days, basically he won't come out, all the food and drink are just required to be delivered to the door, the food is very clean, and it is usually very quiet, but he strongly protests the act of placing guards at his door."

【Strong?】 】

"He filled the two guards' standing positions with garbage: while they were changing the guard."

【……】

Morgan rubbed the corners of her brow, and a few vague phantoms crossed her pupils, which meant that she really needed to rest: after sorting out all these things that were not too big or small, but were extraordinarily bad.

Thinking of this, the genoplasma couldn't help but pout.

The Midnight Ghost from Nostramo seems to possess a unique magic: whenever bad things about him are presented to Morgan, most of them are expected or have no effect at all, but they are still very effective in upsetting the Spider Queen's strings of reason and stirring up a distracted movement in her heart.

However, the Midnight Ghost is not a pure provocateur: when a single act of stepping on the line caused the Psionic Wave of the Lord of the Second Legion to sweep through the entire battleship, all of Conrad's activities were precisely positioned by him in the position of [trouble]: unpleasant, but not so much that it was not on the line, more like a harmless shaking and sighing.

Midnight Ghost knew very well: if it were just trouble, his dead blood relative wouldn't come to him with much fanfare, and she still had too many secret initiatives to carry out and no more thought about him.

To put it simply, as long as he doesn't cross the obvious red line in Morgan's mind, he gets more rights than he thinks: even the freedom to roam the battleship.

The former King of Nostramo quickly and accurately found the scale of all this, and moved around it with ease, not meeting Morgan very often, but slowly learning to express himself in some obvious and even childish gestures.

For example, the use of garbage: he has made rapid progress in this area.

Thinking of this, the Lord of the Second Legion just picked up the hot drink on the side, slightly soothing the sleepless flames that slowly ignited in her heart, encouraging her to go and beat her blood relatives again.

[Then withdraw the guard, anyway, if he goes crazy again, placing the guard will have no real effect other than causing additional damage.] 】

"Understood, sir."

Virgo nodded, not surprised by the order.

Then, she set aside her record board and began to report methodically on the day-to-day affairs of the fleet: nothing of note, everything was running according to the administrative and decentralized system carefully crafted by the Lord of the Second Legion.

The Twenty-Third Expeditionary Fleet was now carrying the main forces of the Legion of the Dawnbreakers, as well as their powerful allies, rapidly heading south, and in just one Terra standard month, they had crossed hundreds of galaxies from the northernmost part of the Avalon Federation to its southern frontier.

For the first time, the mortal system carefully constructed by the Lord of the Second Legion showed their value, and the orders issued by the genetic prototype were transmitted to every world in their path in the fastest time, and all the logistics needed were delivered to Starport in advance, only to be replenished as quickly as possible when the fleet arrived.

At the same time, all supply and support fleets were ordered to arrive in the designated sector within the allotted time to complete their missions and missions, and none of the dozens of fleets made a mistake, running like precise gears on the terrifying war machine of the Dawnbreaker Legion.

The 23rd Expeditionary Fleet only stayed in the low-Earth orbit of Avalon's home planet for a few days, carrying out hull inspection operations, while at other times, the main force of the fleet did not stop in the supply port at all, and those ships that needed to be replenished would arrive in the target supply system as the first batch, and after rapid replenishment, leave with the fleet as the last batch: the time of the whole process also happened to be the time when the main force of the expeditionary fleet passed through a galaxy.

From beginning to end, the entire 23rd Expeditionary Fleet maintained a state of [high-speed movement], but in this kind of speed, they also methodically ensured that each warship was always in the best condition, and was guaranteed both speed and quality.

Of course, behind such light words is the miracle created by the Avalonian Federation, which has begun to take shape, under the command of its sovereign, with unprecedented efficiency to crush all the factors and difficulties that cause delay.

Everything is calculated, it is the result of the precise cooperation and day and night of the huge staff department, logistics department and think tank system, and the mortal managers, star whisperers and star port headquarters are even more coerced, and it can even be said that behind every warship that has completed the supply, there is the hard work of millions of planners and executors.

The Spider Empress was very satisfied with all this, she didn't care about the astronomical amount of material consumption behind this [marching miracle], for the current Lord of the Second Legion, money was just a number, after all, she was already the richest woman in the entire galaxy.

What Morgan really cares about is this: if he can continue to maintain and refine this operating system, then it means that the main force of the Dawnbreaker Legion can reach any position in the Avalon Federation in a standard month of Terra, and can maintain the best combat readiness: the military value of this is immeasurable.

And what made her even more satisfying was that all of this had been done without her involvement, and the Spider Queen had been immersed in her laboratory for a month, researching a new and important subject, leaving her children and mortal followers to use the powers they had been given to them to the greatest extent possible.

But at the same time, while the Lord of the Second Legion seems to have nothing to do with all of this, without her words, all of this would be nothing more than a castle in the air: there is no hierarchy between the major Avalon sectors and the administrative system, and the only thing that allows them to be so united is the direct orders and genetic samples from the Queen of Genes.

[It's okay, everything is fine.] 】

After reading it twice, the Queen of Genes nodded in satisfaction, and she put her finger into her lips, sticking a swipe of saliva and smearing it onto the data board, so that countless data and orders ran as a result, symbolizing the perfect end of the operation in which countless people and the world tried their best to participate.

Virgo blinked.

"Why do you always love it...... It's not a very hygienic way to approve these most important documents, my lord, and I have to wipe them clean every time. ”

[This is called a genetic sample, my lovely Aniah, and it is one of the most advanced secrecy measures in the Human Empire: only genetic samples belonging to the genetic prototype can open the programs and doors they really care about. 】

[You can think of it as a very advanced biological genetic code lock, which my brothers are using, but in different ways: I observed that Killeman likes to unlock it by kissing the data board, and Riemann Ruth spits on it. 】

"What about Johnson?"

【…… I don't know, he never demonstrates this in front of me. 】

Virgo nodded, silently recording the new knowledge, and then, again, she noticed that her Creator's brow was turning into a joyful expression, showing a good mood.

"You're in a good mood, sir."

[Yes.] 】

"Because of this successful high-speed march?"

[Because everything behind it: for example, the success of this operation means that the administrative efficiency, material reserves, and even personnel efficiency of the entire Avalonian Federation, as well as my control over all systems, have reached a point that can satisfy me. 】

[Although there is still room for improvement and improvement, but in a short period of time, I am already very satisfied with this result, after all, the energy I have invested in this territory is only a few years, and the future is still very long. 】

[And this success also shows another thing, my Aniah: the system I have built is already self-functioning, and all I need to do is to constantly strengthen my control over it and give orders: this means that from now on, a lot of my energy can be used for other things.] 】

[My vision can also temporarily leave this land and look at the expeditions, wars, and opportunities that will affect the entire galaxy: this joint operation with the Ultramarines is the beginning of it all.] 】

"Have you figured out what you're going to find in the galaxy beyond Avalon?"

[There is a vague idea, but it is not yet comprehensive.] 】

"Do you need me to record it?"

[Of course.] 】

The Spider Empress smiled, her tired eyelids shining with a savage and charismatic glow that only popped up when a new treasure was discovered.

[In this more than a month, I have found a new creation, although it is still just an idea, a skyscraper that has not even appeared on the design drawings, but I believe that its potential and future, its existence is enough to shake the galaxy, and even the preciousness of life and the loneliness after death. 】

"Sounds exaggerated, sir."

[Yes, but it is worth more than to offset these arrogant words.] 】

[My Virgo, you know ......]

[Infinite loops?] 】

“……”

Virgo frowned, looking very earnestly for the word, and after a full minute she shook her head.

"There is no such word in my memory sequence and in Minerva's sequence, my lord."

The Spider Empress reclined on the soft couch and smiled as she had anticipated.

[Of course it doesn't exist, and of course you can't find it, my Virgo.] 】

For this word, and the being it represents, belongs to the future, and it is an unborn baby that speaks of great possibilities that are not yet known. 】

——————

[I captured the existence of this word for the first time in the memory fragment of a Nightmare Swordsman of Comoros: this Xenomorph Miscellaneous has a comrade-in-arms who is also a Spirit, and the latter was once a tribal warrior of the Ark of Eyodon, who broke away from the Ark for one reason and became a Comorian pirate. 】

"I know that Iyang's Ark, my lord, is one of the most powerful armed groups in existence of the Ark Spirit Clan, and the only one that can match it is the Bietan Ark."

[Yes, according to the memories of the alien, in the Ark of Eyodon, there was a prophet named Merendrie - Silver, who was very old, and her most famous deeds are that she was one of the first spirits to begin retrieving soul stones from the old woman's world, and worked with the bards to transform them so that they could store the souls of the Ark spirits so that they would not be taken away by the god of pleasure after death. 】

At this, the Lord of the Second Legion couldn't help but frown, because she could clearly feel a low groan and a long smile in her mind, as if just one mention of her was enough to make the Lord of the Silver Palace feel a moment of satisfaction.

"So, this prophet is the hero of these aliens."

[Yes, but there is more to her accomplishments: the prophet Merendrie is conceiving a great invention, and she intends to use the keel of the ark itself as the foundation to create a special living crystal matrix to create an afterlife that will contain the soul of every Ark spirit. 】

[This is: infinite loops.] 】

(According to GW, the first infinite loop was built in the year M33 of the Imperial calendar, that is, more than 3,000 years after the Great Expedition, yes, this thing belongs to the new invention of the Spirit Race)

“…… The world after death? ”

[Yes, a man-made underworld, I have to say that these former galactic overlords still have their own great power in terms of fantasy and conception, although this idea is far from being realized, but there is no doubt that the prophet Merendrie has embarked on the fast track to accomplish this great cause. 】

[However, now that I know this idea, can I also create the same thing?] 】

[An infinite loop that belongs to me? 】

“……”

"Is this possible, my lord?"

[Of course.] 】

[It's not impossible, my Virgo: I've known about the existence of infinite circuits for a long time, and even most of the principles of it: don't forget what my first meal on earth was. 】

[It's just that for many years after that, I was so busy that I forgot this knowledge, until a series of accidents happened in front of the Yemenga megalith, which reminded me of the existence of such a treasure when I was harvesting these comoros miscellaneous memories. 】

[During this time, I have been deducing and piecing together related knowledge, although I can't make a real infinite loop, but now that I know the general ideas and ideas, it is not so difficult to create a product that belongs to me, not like the infinite loop, but has the same function. 】

[Ideas are always the most important, with ideas, everything is at least half done.] 】

[Of course, if I can bring the prophet Merendrie and talk about it in my stomach, it may be of great help to my research.] 】

At this point, the Spider Queen's pupils gleamed with a cruel light, but Virgo had turned a blind eye to it, and she even had some love for the madness in the eyes of her creator.

"Just because you have ideas doesn't mean everything is fine, my lord, don't say anything else: the raw materials of the Ark Spirit Race are completely different from us humans, where should we get them?"

[You get to the heart of the matter, my Virgo.] 】

Morgan stroked his maid's soft hair with satisfaction.

[There are actually only two core materials for the infinite loop: soul stones and spirit bones, of which the former is important, but for a psionic person of my level, it is not without a solution, and the latter is essentially a solidified subspace energy, although I don't know their principle yet, but I can try. 】

"It can be a long process, but we don't have time, my lord."

[That's right, this is one of the reasons why I responded to Killiman's summons: on the southern edge of the galaxy where the Osiris psionic species we are about to defeat exists, there is a casting world called Zhao-Arcada, and I have received accurate information, this casting world has a technological raw material that is very close to the spirit bone. 】

"The Foundry World that has reached terms of cooperation with the Legion of the Thousand Sons?"

[Yes, one of their automaton fighters is still in my warehouse, and if I can get their kind of technology, then my experimental progress on the spirit bone substitute will undoubtedly be much faster.] 】

"That's true, my lord."

"But be on the safe side, I personally suggest you go to that Yiyangden Ark......"

"Visit?"

[Then I have to wait for me to find an opportunity, a top-level Spirit Ark is an opponent that requires enough awe and caution, but if I can pull one or two more legions, then the probability of success will undoubtedly be much higher. 】

Virgo nodded: there was one last question in her mind that needed to be answered and recorded

"So, my lord, what is the purpose of your painstaking desire to build an infinite circuit entirely of your own? Does it work for you? ”

[The answer is obvious, Virgo.] 】

[A piece of underworld that can store the souls of the dead, where the dead souls can be temporarily recuperated and contemplated, can break away from the waves of subspace, maintain some kind of connection with the real universe, and can even return again at some necessary moments. 】

Don't you think such a place is suitable for my children? 】

“……”

Virgo frowned, and after thinking for a moment, she understood the mind of her Creator.

"So, sir."

"What do you mean is that you intend to create some kind of soul reservoir from a material similar to spirit bones, so that the souls of the Dawnbreaker warriors who died in the Great Expedition can be rested in the infinite circuits you have created, or similar artificial underworlds, until you can bring their souls back to the world when necessary?"

[That's it.] 】

"But how can a group of souls fight for you?"

[Don't underestimate the power of subspace, my dear Virgo, at least thirty percent of the credit for your birth comes from subspace, and with my current understanding and attainments of subspace, some cautious innovation is also possible. 】

"These words of yours remind me of Magnus, my lord."

[The fact that you can remember him in itself shows the difference between me and him.] 】

“……”

"And how are you going to use them?"

[I have a conjecture: since the spirit bones of the Ark Spirit Clan are essentially a solidified subspace energy, and those aliens can use these materials in all aspects of their lives, does this mean that I can also intercept some of the energy from the turbulence of the subspace, temper it with the flame of my genetic father, and create a body for the souls of my descendants who died in battle to travel between the subspace and the real universe? 】

“…… Sounds a bit difficult. ”

[Yes, so in addition to that, I have some backup plans: for example, I have some backup plans for using psionic power to increase a batch of specialized weapons and equipment, so that their souls can enter and control these armor and weapons, and put them on the battlefield like an invisible army in mythology.] 】

[Moreover, considering that the so-called machine souls that the oil guy has been talking about will really manifest in many emergency situations, and in large war machines like Titans, there are often phantoms of pilots of the past: does all this also mean that if one of my heirs dies fully armed, then once I keep his soul, he can use the machine soul or similar methods to control the armor he wore before his death and continue to fight? 】

"Doesn't that cause panic among your allies?"

[It's okay to wear it tightly, and in my imagination, this world of infinite circuits is bound to my mind, it belongs to my palace, and it can appear in any corner of the galaxy because of my consciousness. 】

[So, I can make them appear and disappear at any time: as long as the timing is precise, it's not really a big problem.] 】

“……”

"I hope so, my lord."

[Don't be so defeatist, my Virgo, as long as I can really find materials similar to spirit bones in this expedition, I am confident that I can create a most basic infinite circuit within thirty years, anyway, it doesn't need to be very large, and my workload is not on the same order of magnitude as those aliens who are worried about the entire Spirit Ark. 】

[And I do need the existence of this creation: you know, the biggest problem for my legion is the consistently inefficient conscription rate, and although I have countless ways to strengthen my warriors and even make them more powerful than the Empire, my research progress has always been stagnant when it comes to the compatibility rate of genetic seeds. 】

[So, even those who have died in battle, especially the elite like the Old Guard and the Terra Veterans, I don't want their usable value to end with a mere death, since they are my personal property, then their bodies and souls belong to me. 】

[I have no reason to watch a part of my private property, even if it is only a small part left after death, being swept away by the turbulence of subspace, they are mine. 】

"Always, mine. 】

——————

Amid the Second Legion's Master's imagination of life and death, her legion stopped near the Forge World Steel Ball for one last rest and resupply before officially joining the Ultramarines.

It was from the mouths of these mechanical priests of the casting world that Morgan learned the definite news: Killiman could not even wait to reunite with his blood relatives in Otlama, and he was quite worried that the Osiris psionic species, which had always been invisible to dragons, would once again slip through his fingertips, depriving him of a good opportunity to sweep away the wounds of the past and completely rebuild the morale of the army.

So, after leaving a definite meeting place, the Lord of Otrama led his 120,000 sons to set out from the western frontier of the five hundred worlds, and launched a carpet search at the junction of the Far Eastern Star Domain and the Storm Star Field.

However, the Ultramarine's genetic protogens have definitely not neglected his blood relatives: two high-ranking officers of the Thirteenth Legion, leading a whole dignified diplomatic team and detachment, have been in the low-earth orbit of the steel ball, and they will be responsible for guiding the path of the Second Legion.

The Spider Queen was noncommittal, and unlike her own whispering heirs, Morgan could understand why Gilliman wasn't waiting for her: it wasn't the arrogance and indignity that the world imagined, it was just ......

He seems to be a little bit on the top again.

The two Ultramarines couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief from the Lord of the Second Legion's tolerant attitude, and at the same time, they also understood the cryptic words of the Lord of Avalon: it was not only one of the Genetic Prototypes that was on the Aurora at this time, and that the Genetic Prototype did not show up...... Some are not very friendly.

Morgan didn't intend to hide the news from Killiman, and rather than hide the fear of an unstable factor on her ship, she preferred to communicate with the Lord of Otlama first, lest any accidents arise and the two sides would be a little embarrassed.

This was also a certain kind of confidence in the Lord of the Second Legion's own extreme blood relative: Morgan's instinct told her that as long as she was honest with Gilliman, his normal sanity was enough to support him in trying to figure out what was really wrong and what was in interest.

How the two high-ranking officers of the Ultramarines got in touch with their genetic father was not Morgan's concern, and after leaving the galaxy where the Foundry World was located, the Spider Queen began to summon her company commanders in turn and give them different tasks.

It was also at this time that the Midnight Ghost, who had disappeared in front of Morgan's eyes for a long time, pushed open the door to the throne, and behind him were two old guards who had not been able to stop him at all.

Morgan had just given the order to her largest heir, Hecht, and the Midnight Ghost's gaze lingered for a moment on the Dawnbreaker, who was comparable to the genetic prototype, and he waited patiently for Morgan to dismiss the other people in the room before sitting down on the floor, cross-legged, completely ignoring the messy footprints.

Morgan frowned.

Even the slightest nuisance and trouble about Conrad was enough to make her visibly resentful: the Queen of Genes was aware of the problem, and she even found that her emotional impulses were intensifying in the presence of the Midnight Ghost.

That's not a good thing.

Morgan couldn't help but think of the speculation about the side effects of her [Thousand Faces] ability, which made her brow furrow even more.

[What's the matter, Conrad?] 】

The Midnight Wraith grinned, his arms exaggeratedly open, revealing the dark blue armor Morgan had given him, and the adamantite claws.

"Can't I come and visit my dear sister without something? Especially when she gave me such a valuable gift, and we have been apart for so long. ”

【……】

[You should speak in your original tone, Conrad, I'm more used to that.] 】

"These are my true words, my dearest blood relative~"

A chill ran from the back of the genogen's neck to her cheeks, and after a brief moment's hesitation, the Spider Queen began to recall a detailed report on the Midnight Ghost's whereabouts for more than a month.

During this time, your behavior has been very ...... Norm, my brother, there is no more so-called trial, and there is no more picking up anything to eat, I think that means you have a bigger plan. 】

"Is it possible to ......?"

"Have I been reformed?"

Coates grinned, revealing a mouth full of snow-white teeth, which were still rugged and white, and for a moment showed a real match with his pale complexion.

(_)

【……】

What the hell do you want, Coetzes? 】

Midnight Wraith grinned, his shriveled chest expanding and shrinking beneath his new armor, and one couldn't help but worry about his breath in the next second.

It was a long time before he had enough of laughing.

"I hear we're about to join up with our brother named Killiman? I'm very interested in him, my blood relative, and I think you should take me to meet him. ”

Morgan blinked: she had intended to do this, but now, she wanted to ask the opposite question.

What if I say no? 】

The Midnight Ghost continued his maniacal grin, as if the answer hadn't gone beyond his expectations in the slightest, and he replied in a muttered whisper to his blood relatives, a declaration of fate, and a ...... A lie.

"I'll go there, Macurag's Glory, I know the name, and I'll be there someday, whether you agree with it or not."

"I will get there, just as I will get to the place where your sins appear."

"It's going to happen soon, they're going to be a ...... Surprise. ”

【……】

[Is this a threat?] 】

"Nope."

"This is the future."

(End of chapter)