From the first Legion of Daybreakers ships storming into the Euredeth system to the time the psionic king of Osiris crushed to the ground in a cloud of debris in a cry of despair, it's all but a brief story that takes place within twenty Terra standard hours.

In the face of the two Genotypes and the thousand Astarte think tanks behind them, even this xenomorph capable of single-handedly influencing hundreds of galaxies could not escape its destined judgment, and the evil deeds inflicted on countless human civilizations by the psionic king and his people over the past few decades have finally been all taken upon them today, tearing their pathetic race to shreds.

The fall of the King of the Psionic Seeds is like a boring drama without the slightest wave, and it goes so smoothly that it is surprisingly smooth: the combined elite of the two legions crush all obstacles along the way, and fight their way through the sea of greenskins and aliens, while the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds and the Queen of Avalon step on this eerie scarlet carpet, proclaiming its sins and the Emperor's punishment to the Alien King.

While the Spider Empress stood in a dimension invisible to others, boredly holding down the desperate soul of the Psionic King, tasting it bit by bit, the Genoplasm of the Ultramarines raised its power fists, shouting the names of the Ultramarines and the human world who had died in these despicable schemes, and in a savage, furious, and reckless charge, she pierced the alien's gaseous body with her fists, crushing its heart, throat, and all its organs.

The king of Osiris was killed in that instant, and became one of the countless false monsters that fell at the feet of the real monster, its thin body more than ten meters tall shattered by the cheers of countless extreme warriors, like an ugly statue broken by violence, and it would soon be forgotten by the world.

At least five hundred Ultramarines and Daybreakers' think tanks witnessed the dismal fate of the Alien Emperor, and their cheers and bloody shouts shook the halls hundreds of meters high, causing the entire fortress world to crumble.

And in the midst of this triumphant cheer, only a few of the most sober think tanks realized that something was not quite right: the death of the Psionic King was too quiet, and its soul did not use its death to stir up an unstoppable storm in the sea of souls, like other powerful beings, affecting the entire region and beyond.

While it was true that some think tanks heard a heavy sound like a storm brewing at the moment of the death of the psionic king, the cataclysmic declaration was silenced almost the next moment by a greater silence, and its scream enough to plague hundreds of galaxies came to an abrupt end for some unknown reason, as if it had swept an endless storm into a bottomless cavern, and vanished without a trace.

Similar questions crossed the minds of the think-tanks with a trace of worry, and it was not until they saw that Lord Otlama had cut off the evil head, and it was not until they heard that countless psionic species had fallen in their respective fortresses because of the king's death, that their worries vanished and they officially fell into a frenzied cheer.

In the midst of this triumphant frenzy, even the most faithful Daybreakers could not see in time the edge of the mouth of their genetic mother a smile that symbolized the slump of their stomachs.

And with the humiliating death of the psionic king, its race quickly succumbed to a sad fate, and the vast majority of Osiris aliens lost their lives within a minute of the king's fall, an undetectable subspace plague robbed them of their vitality, and those who escaped were not destined to end well: with their biggest opponent falling at the feet of the genetic primordial, the Ultramarines finally completely freed up their hands and began to carefully cleanse the entire battlefield.

The cloud of defeat that had gripped the entire Thirteenth Legion for more than half a century came to an end with the head of the culprit raised in the hands of their genetic father, Killiman: what could be more demoralizing than this scene for the Ultramarines?

In front of the imposing Otrama army, whether it is the Osiris psionics with only a few survivors left, or the greenskin empire with its huge size, they are just a group of people who are still surviving: the moment the psionic king falls, the victory of the human empire has already announced the end of the great melee in the Euredithes system, and the rest is nothing more than a few weeks of finishing work.

The tens of billions of greenskins gathered in the Euryrides system will be swept away, and the former Ork Empire will be completely gone, which may cost the entire Thirteenth Legion hundreds of lives of its fighting brothers, but no one cares about the small sacrifice under this great victory.

And the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, who had slain the King of the Psionic Seed and calmed down again, did not spend more time on celebrations, and in the following weeks, he commanded the army of Ultramarines to incinerate every world where the greenskins gathered, until the entire galaxy finally returned to precious tranquility.

The Dawnbreaker Legion is not too involved in these military operations, and they have an unspoken understanding with their Mother of Genes, and they are not willing to disturb the heartiness and protagonistship of the Ortramar in this feast of revenge: just as Morgan willingly became Killiman's assistant and background when he killed the King of the Psionic Seeds, the Dawnbreakers did not appear too many times in the victory catharsis of the Ultramarines, which made them gain more favor from the Five Hundred Worlds and the Ultramarines.

While Killiman and his children were slaughtering across the galaxy, Avalon's warriors traveled to the abandoned ruins of the battlefield, obeying orders from the protogens, dismantling the legacy of the Osiris psionics with great interest, and accidentally [lost] a lot.

It wasn't that the Ultramarines saw what they were doing, but the Killiman heirs just glanced at each other and acquiesced to the hobby of these very reliable cousins: anyway, there didn't seem to be a rule in the legion regulations that required them to stop it.

And when Killiman finally finished the final sweeping work, commanded his heirs, and threw all the hourglass warships of Osiris into the stars to be destroyed, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds just glanced at the flawed seizure summary, and casually threw it aside, acquiescing to his blood relatives to take away a lot of souvenirs.

However, although Killiman was willing to turn a blind eye to the matter, considering that it was not too unsafe to collect and study the inheritance of the Xenomorphs, especially the psionic Xenomorphs, after the briefest thought, the Lord of Otrama decided to have a good talk with his blood relatives.

After all, a blood relative, who was generally normal, was a treasure to be cherished for Killiman, and if possible, he still hoped that Morgan's general normality would continue.

In Killiman's mind, even if Morgan might not be the perfect brother of St. Giles, she should at least avoid falling into the same situation as Riemanrus.

In the mind of the Lord of Otlama, he sketched the wolf king of Morgan and Fenris a little, and slightly deduced a new existence: the illusion of the answer alone made the Lord of Macurag shiver.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace.

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In view of the tacit cooperation and mutual assistance in the side-by-side combat in the Euredithes Galaxy, among the two legions of Daybreaker and Ultramarine, who are actually cooperating for the first time, a fire that is enough to be called a bond has been born, and in front of this flame, some misunderstandings caused by the original body of a certain sleeping beauty have also disappeared.

Thus, the Lord of Otramar was not hindered in any way on the Dawnbreaker's warship, and he was treated with the most respect that a noble guest could receive, and even had a good conversation with the sons of Morgan who had come to greet him.

Killiman was told that the Dawnbreaker's Mother of Genes hadn't moved much during the past few weeks, and that she had stayed behind at the fall of the Psionic King of Osiris, ordering her heirs to collect the wreckage and warships of the most powerful psionic species, and to continue some kind of recording and research.

During the weeks that the Ultramarines were purging the Greenskins, the Spider Queen had spent most of her time in her lab, and if it weren't for her regular presence and orders in front of her heirs, the Dawnbreakers would have even begun to worry about their mothers.

Killiman wondered why the Dawnbreakers feared for their lives when their genetic mother was on the flagship, he didn't ask the question in the end, his instinct telling him that maybe it wasn't always a good thing to get to the bottom of it.

But deep down, the Lord of Otramar quietly added a new note to his knowledge of the Astarte warriors of the Dawnbreaker Legion.

Well......

Fanatical Mother of Genes Guardians.

The vast majority of them are.

The Lord of Maculag couldn't even suppress his smile at this comment, but fortunately, at this time, he had already arrived in the throne room of his blood relatives, and saw Morgan, who was obviously a little in good spirits, and she was standing at the door of the throne room, greeting the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds.

"You seem to be a little too focused on scientific projects, Morgan."

After the Dawnbreakers retreated, the two Genomorphs sat down in their prepared seats, and exchanged simple pleasantries, except for the two of them, Virgo, and the pot of hot drinks she was carrying.

The Lord of Macurag's gaze casually swept over the maid, secretly surprised by her immaturity, and Killiman's brain, which was comparable to the best multithreaded processor, flashed with a thousand questions and speculations in an instant.

Why would her blood relatives choose such a young mortal attendant who seemed quite trusting?

But in the next moment, thousands of doubts silently disappeared, and the Lord of Maculag smiled bitterly in his heart, mocking his own meddling: he really didn't have the power to meddle in such a private matter like this.

Moreover, it did seem like an ordinary mortal girl: Morgan's behavior was all too normal compared to what Chagatai had done to his ship and Vogrim to his heirs.

So Killeman turned his head, and he no longer paid attention to the little girl who had always given him a strange sense of danger, which he classified as a wave of psionic energy in Morgan's body that he was not perfectly controlled because of exhaustion.

This couldn't help but make the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds have new worries about the physical health of his blood relatives, and in the face of his inquiry, the Spider Queen only tasted the hot drink in the cup blandly.

[Indeed, my blood relative, I confess that I have been rushing lately, hoping to resolve all the doubts that I had born in the Osiris psionic seed in one fell swoop. 】

[In fact, I have solved most of the questions I raised to myself before the start of my research work, and there is not much to be paid further into the ordinary Osiris psionic species, but their king of psionic species is a mutant individual with follow-up research value. 】

[For example, the subspace plague it uses to threaten and control its own race is a very interesting power, I don't believe it is its originality, and it is more likely that it has obtained a power from the sea of souls.] 】

The Spider Empress dragged the pale dark circles that symbolized exhaustion, and poured out her academic discoveries to Killiman with interest, and the words of the psionic realm that popped up from time to time between her words made the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds frown, but although Killiman couldn't understand some of the words, this [Subspace Plague] was enough to make him feel a burst of instinctive unease.

"Are you going to study that so-called subspace plague, Morgan, I think ......"

[Don't worry, Killiman, I'm not swelling to that point. 】

The Spider Queen's smile revealed a sense of weakness, but it was still able to soothe the uneasiness in the heart of the genetic agent.

[I'm just thinking, maybe I can find a way to prevent or contain it in the analysis and experiment of it, I think you have also seen the power of the plague, a powerful psionic race in front of it, it is not worth mentioning, in the face of such an existence, even if we don't want to grasp it, we must understand. 】

[After all: who knows if it will come back one day in the future?] 】

"But this ...... Isn't there a risk? After all, since the beginning of human civilization, we have never really achieved a complete victory over the plague, and even in the current Macurag, a large plague is enough to make the alarm go off. ”

[Everything in life comes with risks, big or small, Robert, and one thing I am sure can even declare to you here. 】

The Spider Empress blinked, and she called out to her blood relatives to get closer, so that her voice could reach Killiman's ears as quickly as possible without causing unnecessary concussions in the air.

[Listen, Robert.] 】

If we really want to do something, study something, or simply want to know something about those beings in the subspace: now may be the best time. 】

“……”

"What do you mean?"

The face of the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds was genuinely confused, and the Spider Empress's sly smile only made this confusion even more obvious.

[Literally, Robert.] 】

[The Great Expedition is a good time, a good opportunity that will never be there again, as long as it is not over, when we explore the sea of souls, we do not have to worry about being drowned by the most obvious and bad waves, they will not come out at this time, it means that we still have at least a few traces of confidence to face them. 】

[Although this confidence may only be one or even a few tenths of a tenth, in the years after the Great Expedition, it may be pure zero: by that time, even if we want to do anything to the subspace, it will be too late. 】

[So, do you understand what I mean, Robert: I'm in a hurry, I'm grasping what may be the best research time in the next 10,000 years, and satisfying my practical needs with absolute utilitarian research. 】

With these words, the Spider Empress lay back lazily, leaning back in a chair that had been specially softened and closed her eyes: of all the brothers she had met so far, Killeman was one of the few who had made her most fond of him, and his personality and abilities were so outstanding that he eclipsed the other blood brothers.

In the face of such a character, the Spider Empress is also happy to be biased, and uses a few words of sincere advice to narrow the distance between her and Killiman, which is not only a rare expression of true feelings, but also a rather superb means: with Killiman's research and attitude towards psionic powers, these words will not sound earth-shattering, but this act of sharing secrets and advice itself is enough to further bring their relationship closer, and even some more subtle changes can occur.

A slight shift from Killiman to Robert.

And just as Morgan thought, as her words were listened carefully by the Lord of Macurag, although Killiman's face was still occupied by a large amount of confusion, he still nodded seriously, expressing his affirmation and gratitude to Morgan.

"I'll tell my think tanks, but I still hope that you and my respective legions will be on the same page when it comes to psionic research: maybe we can have a think tank exchange and learning, so that our children can use their abilities."

Why not? 】

Morgan nodded, and easily agreed, she was relatively optimistic about the proximity of the Daybreaker and the Ultramarine, after all, the Spider Empress still had some confidence in her royal abilities: although it was not supernatural, her heir would not run away with Killiman.

Killiman laughed, a sincere cooperation between the legions always made him feel genuinely happy, so the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds continued to chat with his blood relatives for a few more minutes, tasting the hot drink brought by Virgo, and then remembering the topic that had been abruptly stopped earlier.

"I have one more question for you, Morgan, can you answer that?"

"I hope this question doesn't bother you."

[Say it.] 】

"Why do you ...... What about studying these Osiris psionic species? And with such obsession and dedication to research, is there more value in them that is worth excavating? ”

[I'm not obsessed or focused on the existence of these psionic aliens, Killiman, frankly, these psionic species are very simple research topics, and even allow me to complete them all at once, so I will work day and night. 】

“…… Why? ”

[Because I'm lazy.] 】

[As long as I complete this research project in one sitting, I don't have to think about anything related to it again, so I'd rather endure a moment of toil.] 】

With that, Morgan also showed a sincere smile to his blood relatives: although this smile was not enough to dispel Killiman's suspicions about his words, after all, the root cause of the hard research was laziness or something......

Not to mention the plausibility of this theory: are his blood relatives lazy?

He didn't think so.

In the eyes of the Lord of Otrama, Morgan's image has always been associated with hardness, restraint, calmness and kindness, which are also the qualities that Killiman admires the most: although after witnessing certain tricks, Morgan's perfect image in his heart is somewhat dusty, but from another point of view, such shortcomings make his blood relatives more real, and also make him more able to get close to her with an ordinary mentality.

Thinking of this, the Lord of Maculag only curled the corners of his mouth, and did not stalemate on the issue any longer: without touching on the core idea, Killeman would rightfully maintain this flexible hand.

He jumped away from the topic and continued to chat with the Spider Empress on various issues, but despite this, the two blood brothers, whose relationship was growing by the day, had no more in common: especially after Killeman carefully avoided much of the talk about territorial governance and the Legion.

Despite his admiration for his Avalon bloodline, perhaps this is why the Lord of Otlama has carefully avoided the word of power, as he has always considered private contact between the two legions, no matter what form of contact, is inappropriate.

Although this contact was just a casual chatter between the two genetic protogens, it was enough to touch the sensitive nerves of the Archon of Macurag, as a vassal king.

So, speaking of which, when Morgan began to take the initiative to stir up the topic, the center of the conversation naturally returned to the research of the Spider Queen: considering that the two legions had fought side by side before, this was indeed a very appropriate topic.

[Actually, I will study these worthless alien miscellaneous pieces for another more realistic reason, out of some kind of consideration and preparation for the future.] 】

"I want to hear about it."

[Through recording and research, I have classified in detail all the information and abilities of the Osiris psionic species, as well as their corresponding weaknesses and tactical tactics: in this way, if there are remnants of Osiris aliens in the future, or other psionic aliens that are not too different from them, and start to cause trouble to the Empire, the Imperial armies that fought with them can also find suitable materials and information in my records. 】

[Perhaps a casual sentence written now will save thousands of warriors and mortals in the future: after all, this information can only be obtained by a steady stream of blood and sacrifice, and since we have already sacrificed for this once, I don't think there should be a second time.] 】

"That's true."

The Lord of Otlama listened to Morgan's words more attentively than ever, and nodded his head sincerely, agreeing with the idea of his Avalon blood kinship: although in his mind and in the records of the Ultramarines, the Osiris psionics would be a thing of the [destroyed] past, as their entire race had been uprooted.

But despite this, Killeman still agrees with Morgan's actions, and he does not see this as a doubt about the results of his victory, but immediately substitutes Morgan's thinking and understands the value of her words.

If a single volume of text could save countless lives, even if it was just a possibility, it should be properly recorded and preserved immediately, and Killiman even immediately decided to store every alien material he encountered in the future in the Ptolemy's Great Library in Maculag.

And thinking of this, the Lord of Otlama was a little curious.

"How did you come up with this view, my blood relative?"

[Because I'm writing a book, a brand new book.] 】

Killiman's pupils lit up.

"Another book?"

"A new holy book?"

"What is the holy text about this time? Maybe I can help. ”

[First of all, it won't be another new canon, Robert.] 】

Killiman's pupils dimmed.

"Does it have to do with psionic powers?"

[Yes, this is the second point I want to make: this book is essentially a supplement to my Psionic Codex, and it is a supplement to the first book, and I have laid a very solid foundation through the Psionic Codex, and on this basis, I can continue to explore a certain distance. 】

[To put it simply, if the Psionic Code is relative to the Introduction to Law, then the book I am writing now may be equivalent to a legal system under the Civil Code, and I will make up some of the problems of the Psionic Code little by little through more such supplementary explanations in the future.] 】

(In layman's terms: the base game and its DLC, patches, and free updates)

"Sounds great, sometimes a book can't tell everything, especially when it comes to such a huge concept as psionic energy, which needs a lot of additions and improvements when combined with such a complex environment as the galaxy and the various legions."

"I suppose that means you're planning to see the Psionic Code as a great cause to invest your energy into, and you're ready to use it for the benefit of more of your Imperial subjects, right?"

[Almost, I do have some additional requirements and thoughts for this book or this series, including my attitude and thoughts on psionic energy, which I have only recently comprehended. 】

Killiman nodded, he looked at Morgan, who was still a little tired, and thought about their current topic, and involuntarily asked what he wanted.

"Is there anything I need help with, although this is a book on psionic powers, every aspect of it can't be entirely psionic: then I should be able to help you somewhere, Morgan."

[There is indeed a point. 】

Morgan nodded, narrowing her eyes slightly, relieved that the long words and whirlwinds had finally paid off: after all, the question she was going to ask was more or less touching on the privacy of the Legion itself.

[I may have to write a lot of books for my project, Killiman, but for now, I'm only writing a relatively simple one, but the issues involved are unusually complex. 】

"You don't mind telling me about its theme, do you?"

[Of course I don't mind: this is a book about aliens, specifically, about those psionic alien races, I plan to write all the psionic alien races we encountered, expelled and exterminated during the Great Expedition in an explanatory book, detailing their names and appearances, abilities and weaknesses, fighting styles, and how we defeated them. 】

[You know, Killiman, but all psionic aliens will have some means beyond conventional cognition, so we can't be sure whether our extermination is complete or not: just like these Osiris psionics, since they can travel between reality and subspace at will, who can be sure that they really don't slip through the net? 】

[Perhaps in a few generations, they will be in turmoil again: not impossible, and when the time comes, a book that records their weaknesses will be able to minimize the damage if it really has some circulation within the empire.] 】

[This is my plan now, Robert: In the last book, I told them the direction of the psionic path, what kind of range they should be in, and how to become a psionic who is not strong, but safe and qualified enough. 】

[And in this first add-on, I'm going to tell them something else: what kind of opponents they will encounter in the galaxy with the same abilities, and how they will recognize them, defend against them, and how to defeat them.] 】

[And for this book, I'm going to call it for the time being: Psionic Alien Sights.] 】

"A great name."

[Yes, but I do need some help from you, some help that may be offensive to you: Robert, my brother, can I get from you the information and war records of the psionic aliens that the Ultramarines have faced in the past and in the future?] 】

[I know, this is a more private thing, if you don't agree......]

"Nope! Morgan! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Killeman shook his head in a serious manner, interrupting Morgan's somewhat delayed prayer, his pupils glowing with flames because of the Spider Queen's ambitions, a golden flame that symbolized pure goodness.

He spoke.

"You can send a few of your heirs to Otlama, my blood relative, all the history of the Ultramarines will be opened for this great dream, and you can know anything that happens to us in the galaxy."

[Your generosity amazes me, dear Robert]

"After all, I trust you, Morgan, and I trust your nobility and mercy."

Morgan smiled.

【Since when?】 】

Killiman smiled too.

"Actually, I don't know: maybe, from this moment on?"

(End of chapter)