With the war of extermination against the Osiris psionics, which ended with the complete victory of the Human Empire, the many military operations of the Ultramarines and the Daybreakers in the southern frontier of the galaxy have finally come to an end.

After all, the war didn't make any more waves: apart from the fact that the annihilation of the Osiris had more revenge for Killiman and his heirs, there was nothing more special about this race, and it was not worth remembering its name in the Empire.

For the current human empire, every moment of its life, in different galaxies of the galaxy, exterminating thousands of such alien races, whether they have the ability to harm humanity or not, their mere existence is enough to make the army of human lords ruthlessly rain down the gospel of destruction.

Maybe Osiris is indeed a powerful race, maybe in the future, they may indeed use their strength and ruthlessness to leave a strong mark in the galaxy, but these are meaningless for the current empire and Terra, in the face of the tireless destruction of the human lord, the psionics are no different from the countless civilizations in the galaxy, they are destined to be destroyed by the emperor's war machine, they are destined to use their bones and death, to lay the foundation for the great revival of human civilization.

Even if it weren't for the Ultramarines and the Daybreakers, there would be other expeditionary fleets to destroy the race: for in the Emperor's dreams of the future, of course, there is no place for these abominations, and their only value is to turn into a pool of dried blood and mud on which the Emperor's servants can step on it, singing the name of their great lord for eternity.

The Lord of Mankind is the embodiment of the delusion and fear of all civilizations in his heart, because the murderous intent on that throne is so boiling and thick enough to swallow up all hopes and dreams, anger and strife, love and hatred, until everything is subjugated to the depths of the palace, and the monotonous voice of grandeur reverberates.

Until then, the Human Empire, the all-engulfing war machine, will never stop its steps, and one cold-blooded and merciless command after another will continue to be issued from the noble halls of Divine Terra, urging the Emperor's army to continue to move forward until humanity can destroy everything in the galaxy.

……

Or devour them. 】

On the silver-white throne, the Empress of Avalon whispered softly.

She crossed her legs, a little absent-mindedly, her snow-white softness and thin shoulders at a languid angle, and the posture of leaning on the throne was not so much sitting upright as a reserved recline, and it seemed that the only reason for her to remain seated was the slender wrist that leaned lazily on the armrest.

The Spider Queen's hair was now in a state of solemnity and looseness, they were simply restrained, but they could still be scattered all over the throne at will, and the shadows wrapped the lazy princess in the shadows, and in the background of these snow-white vines, the gauze skirt embellished with the sky and the night was a little derelict in her duties, until the upturned legs kept kneading these precious indigo silks, turning them into mysterious mountain patterns, covering the snow-white lower abdomen behind them, and flashing from time to time, the strange light of disorder.

There was an aura of psionic energy there.

The Queen of Genes yawned lazily, she nestled deep on her throne, enjoying the leisure that no one could see, her long and narrow eyes were now becoming more and more sluggish in the constant caress between her eyebrows, and the once terrifying blue-blue abyss had turned into a pool of kind clear spring water, and even a few strands of silver hair stained her cheeks on both sides, and she was unconscious.

She had left almost all of her strength in the arm that was holding her head on one side, and the other arm was so vague that it remained in the air, constantly changing, and between the pale nails, a sound similar to the flipping of a coin could be faintly heard.

Morgan listened to the voices, she seemed to be asleep, and she didn't, the Mother of Genes just nestled there, her slender eyelashes closing almost immediately, leaving only the last shimmers of light, accompanied by the faint snoring in her chest, singing together a lethargic soothing.

She sat there, her head bowed, and maintained a silence and silence like a statue of Venus, only the two hemispheres of her chest fell together, destroying this silence, and at her feet, at her side, in this world where she called a lonely world, everything was accompanied by her breath, and fell into a kind of sacred sleep.

But soon, the sound of leather boots slamming on the floor, not heavy, but clear enough, broke the sleep of the Queen of Genes, accompanied by the aroma of piled up delicacies, and the reckless intruder came out of the back door of the throne and came to Morgan's side with ease.

Virgo pushes her food cart, and after discovering that her Creator seems to be indulging in a nap, she tilts her head and picks up a plate of fruit from the food cart, filled with the freshest apples, pears and green grapes.

The handmaiden of the original body held the plate of precious fruits specially sent from the heavenly world with one hand, and with the other hand, she easily grabbed a gap in the armrest of the throne, dragged her entire body to the side of the throne, and then twisted the bunch of the freshest grapes and slowly moved it to the front of the Spider Queen.

"The grapes you want, my lord."

She knew the road with ease, and it didn't seem like the first time she had done it.

The original body did not reply, but responded with a procrastinating snort, she carefully sniffed the sweetness in the air, her face lifted slightly, her two pale lips opened, and she grasped the bottom one precisely, and with a slight curl of her tongue, she wrapped it in her mouth, and slowly began to chew.

The original genogenone ate very slowly, and the Virgo waited patiently, until a whole bunch of verdant fruits fell into the spider queen's belly sac, which seemed to never be filled, and the original maid put down the fruit plate, kneading her master's sore shoulders, and looking at Morgan who had shrunk back with some strange eyes.

"Are you not feeling well, my lord?"

[No...... I'm just resting...... I'm a little tired, my Aniah. 】

The original response was intermittent, accompanied by one sleepy procrastination after another.

"But you've just devoured so many alien souls, theoretically speaking, you should have a lot of energy right now, at least more active than usual."

[Because they are simply not enough, they are not even a drop in the bucket.] 】

The original body yawned, showing her free hand to her maid, and the sound of coins clashing was clearly heard in Virgo's air receiver as her pale fingers flipped around, but her array of vision did not catch anything resembling a coin.

"What is this, my lord?"

[A coin, an invisible subspace coin, has no price and no logo, but it does have a value that is enough to make the creatures of the subspace crazy.] 】

The Spider Empress laughed, casually introducing the unintentional artifact.

[I harvested countless souls in the war with Osiris, but it was undoubtedly a troublesome and low-reward thing to classify them separately, so I finally chose this tricky way. 】

[Each coin is a full 10,000 alien souls, and according to their strength and soul strength, the value of these coins will fluctuate. 】

"Are you going to buy anything with them?"

[No, it's just a bunch of consumables.] 】

At this, the genogen yawned again, and her slightly open eyebrows revealed a palpable exhaustion, as if she had just exhausted all her energy in some extremely difficult business.

"Consumables?"

[Yes, Aniah.] 】

Do you remember the weapon that my genetic father gave me? 】

"You're ready to start refining it?"

[It's still early, the soul of the entire Osiris race can only support me to ignite a real fire in my heart, which belongs only to me: not to mention how long it will take for this pile of flames to refine metal, just for this pile of flames to continue to burn, it will take an astronomical amount of souls to support it. 】

【……】

[Maybe I should find a way to find a few people to help me work.] 】

“…… I have a question, sir. ”

[Just ask.] 】

"Since your [Flame] exists in your own spiritual world, why do you have to expend so much energy, even devouring an entire psionic race as a raw material, in order to ignite it?"

Virgo's question was sincere, and Morgan's smile from the corner of her mouth after hearing it was bitter.

Have you forgotten that there are still three tenants in my heart who are in debt? 】

“…… I thought they had a weak effect on you, my lord? ”

Morgan opened her eyes, her relentless vision swept over Virgo, causing her to shrink her neck, while the Spider Queen looked at her creation earnestly, and after a long time, left a sigh.

Even though you are my creatures, and even though you are actually another me who is not my wholeness, I really cannot expect you to be able to fully empathize with me. 】

There was a flicker of coldness in her pupils.

[They have never disappeared, my naïve Aniah, they have only fallen into a temporary silence, like three dragons in a deep sleep, showing a rather false harmony and ease, nothing more. 】

[Because now is the Great Expedition, because now is the only moment of glory before everything is destroyed, because victory and conquest are the main theme of the present, so they have temporarily reined in their minions, no longer engage in meaningless conflicts with each other, and are content with the lands that have been cut in my heart: for neither they nor I can shake more territorial changes in a short time, and it is better to recuperate and wait for the last war than to continue the meaningless battle. 】

[Simply put: this is not peace, this is just a truce of one hundred and twenty years.] 】

[The god-like beings have settled in my soul, and they no longer afflict me with the most terrible pains: so you see the ease of me now, and I myself occasionally indulge in it, deluding myself into believing that I can be at ease. 】

[In fact, such fantasies are very tempting to me, and when I see my children and my army bowing down to me, I forget the abyss that exists in my heart. 】

But sometimes, I also have to remember: they are just asleep, they just have no time to care, and they will eventually return to my heart once again to fight for my soul and destiny. 】

So, before I do that, I need to be prepared. 】

"For example, this new flame that you kindled with your coins?"

Yes, it exists in the wasteland beyond the Tripartite, the only land where I can live in peace, I suspend it at the very top of my abyss, awaken the flame with millions of souls, and wait for it to devour the fuel I have left behind, and grow: it may take a little time. 】

"How long?"

Now that we have completed our operation in the southern part of the galaxy and said goodbye to our brother Otlama: when we return to Avalon, purge the remnants of the extraterrestrial darkness, and harvest another round of souls, the flame will almost take shape, and by then I will have saved up enough new piles of coins. 】

[At that time, I can officially start my forging plan.] 】

"What about your heart...... Exists, will it not intervene? ”

They won't. 】

[They are happy to do this, and each of them thinks they can benefit from my forging, and I believe this is why they have chosen a temporary truce: each of them has something that they want me to do, and if my mind has been a battlefield of chaos, then I am doomed to not act according to their wishes. 】

[So, they gave me a dream of nothingness for a hundred years, and now I look like the most ordinary mortal: this false gift is the best trick of the gods, and it is also my favorite gift. 】

“…… Favorite? ”

[Yes, because I know what this time of tranquility as a gift is, who gave it, and when and for what reason it will be taken back: it is precisely because I am aware of these important elements that I now dare to enjoy this tranquility with confidence and boldness.] 】

[Although, it is nothing more than a short-lived and false dream.] 】

Morgan closed her eyes, and she seemed to be back in a state of rest once again: but no one, not even the closest Virgo, knew what kind of torture the rest of the genogen was.

There are some things that Morgan is not destined to say to a Virgo: it is not necessary.

Closing her eyes, shattered memories poured in like water, accompanied by the habitual sting in her heart, constantly reminding the Spider Queen of what she had seen when she chose to light the flame.

She saw: erosion, and pain.

That's the erosion of the gods, that's the pain that belongs to her.

——————

In a sense, Morgan actually lied to her Virgo: thanks to the fact that the Stellar Handmaiden No. 1 was not a subspace type in the first place, the little cronies of the genetic protoplasm did not see through her lies.

Fundamentally, the Spider Queen was not in a state of true tranquility at all, or she would not have needed to visit the Queen of the Comoros on a regular basis in her golden house: but then again, the Arena Queen's slight moaning as she was squeezed out of her soul was a beautiful piece of music that would have the Lord of the Second Legion occasionally linger a little longer.

Of course, this is not enough to alleviate the pain in the heart of the Queen of Genes: pleasure will never be the source of eradication of pain, and perhaps only the purest hatred can do this.

Morgan's heart is not at peace.

Like the eternal game in the sea of souls, the competition of the gods does not come to a literal halt at all, and even though their consciousness may have avoided each other, the power they have wrestled from the turbulence of emotions and thoughts is far from being fully controllable: even if they are gods.

And this is also evident in the Spider Queen's heart: although the three palaces of Morgan's mind, which symbolize supreme authority, have fallen into peace, and although she is even accustomed to the tranquility of the voices that no longer linger in her ears, there are still countless boiling vicious flames beneath this seemingly temporary harmony.

And in the wasteland, which symbolizes Morgan's spiritual world, in the shadow of the mighty of the three gods, the battle is far from over: the flames and storms of different colors symbolize their respective allegiance to their masters, and continue to fight on countless fragmented battlefields: the original magnificent three-way battle has turned into a tug of war on thousands of small battlefields, although there is no shock of the powerful collision between the gods, but this completely chaotic death match has uninterrupted savagery and violence, in a more rude and long way, Tortured Morgan's mind.

After all, every land ravaged by these unconscious flames and storms is the mind and consciousness that the Spider Queen possesses, and it is the spiritual world that she truly exists.

But for Morgan, this is a tolerable improvement after all: the original wrestling of the three gods is like three sharp blades constantly cutting her soul, and then snatching the pile they occupy, and every blow under such a grand conquest is enough to inflict terrible pain on the Spider Empress.

And now, the three blades were gone, replaced by an overwhelming mass of insects, constantly scratching her ground with their sharp tentacles, and causing disturbing shocks in her mind with the mouthparts of strife: the damage was just as disturbing, but the aftermath of these selfless subspaces was too small compared to the horrific size of the genetic prototypes, and even if they were overwhelming, they were not enough to cause more trouble to Morgan.

Compared to the sharp blades the size of three galaxies, the gnaws and minions of countless insects are an inconsequential injury: at least the Spider Empress herself thinks so, after the initial distress, she seems to be able to perfectly adapt to the thousands of insect swarms in her heart all the time, and to the dense wounds of hundreds of millions of carapaces rampaging across her spiritual land.

What's more, she had come to see it all as a backdrop for some kind of tranquil state of mind: though countless flames and storms continued to ravage her mind like a never-ending torrential rain, she had been able to treat the torture as a small scene of gentle drizzle.

She had become accustomed to them, and even treated them as equal to true serenity.

So, in many cases, Morgan seemed a little too happy: not because her torture and pain had disappeared, but because her definition of pain had advanced so much over the years that no means other than the gods seemed to be able to bother and bewilder her.

In short, the genogen seemed to have entered a semi-eternal state of sage: and she felt that it was not bad, and that it was worth keeping for a long time, in order to continue this self-deceptive state of well-being.

And in this kind of peace with some pain, the gene protoplasm can calmly dispatch her energy, think about the important things she needs to care about in the real universe, and plan the maximum rights and interests that she can get from countless futures.

At this point, her handmaiden will be her assistant again, and Morgan's mind will even be able to run at the highest speed when Virgo opens her Minerva array and sorts the protoplasms stored in her place in order of the agenda for consideration.

[Which is the highest level of agenda?] 】

"Vashtor, the Discordant Engine, and the Plague Heart stored in a stationary field."

[That plague heart, has anything happened recently? 】

"No, it's quiet."

[Quiet is not necessarily a good thing. 】

"What are you going to do with these things, my lord, and collect them as quickly as possible?"

[No, my Aniah. 】

[If I collect these three artifacts as quickly as possible, then the biggest beneficiary will only be my Father of Genes, and I will get nothing: if the Emperor is in a good mood, maybe he will reward me with a few scraps for this, but is there anything else in his hand that will attract me?] 】

[Nope.] 】

[But then again: I have a slight interest in Heydrich's memories of the Golden Throne and the Black Glass, but unfortunately, even Heydrich doesn't know much about it, just like he has very little knowledge in the Internet.] 】

[Our genetic father, after all, is hiding from us, a lot of things. 】

[On the contrary, these subspace artifacts, such as the Tuchulca engine that is hidden in my territory, if I can grasp them for a while in the name of the mission, then the hidden benefits for me are unimaginably rich. 】

Virgo blinked.

"I think I need to warn you: with the importance the Emperor attaches to these things, it is very likely that he will not be able to bear your tricks, which means that even if you have these things in private, you must not master them for too long, otherwise it is very likely to attract the army of Holy Terra."

[I know, I have no doubt about my father's ruthlessness in this regard, in his heart, I must not be as important as the so-called network, I even doubt: if I can get that so-called network, he will not hesitate to sacrifice all the genetic protos. 】

"Do you already see you and your blood relatives as a collective?"

【……】

[It's just a fact.] 】

Morgan waved her hand, and it took her a moment to think carefully before she seemed to have put together something seemingly unrelated into an answer that would serve her well.

[Open your Minerva array, my Virgo, help me search for the latest reports from my Legion's Ministry of Internal Affairs, I need a few of these volumes, I have an impression of them.] 】

"As of now, there are twenty-six squads of the Legion's Department of Internal Affairs conducting shadow operations outside the Legion, nine of which are operating within Avalon, and the rest are scattered throughout the galaxy: which one do you want to consult, my lord?"

[Team Eleven, I remember their mission was to explore the Blackstone Fortress?] 】

"Yes, my lord, it is."

"You sent this party to the western part of the Obscure Star Field, where the Empire has not yet established complete rule, about fourteen Terra Standard Months ago, in search of those legendary ancient relics: some of the members of the team returned thirty-two Terra Standard Days, and you personally received them."

"According to their reports, they did find mission targets somewhere northwest in the Misty Star Field, six in all, exactly what you described: but they also mentioned that these fortresses are too large to be able to travel subspace, and they are too far away from Avalon to be transported in full stealth."

"Also, the field is not under the control of the Empire at this time, and several of the Foundry Worlds that control it are still negotiating with Terra, but they also seem to be ignorant of the existence of these fortresses: in the end, out of the right hands, half of the team stayed on the ground and continued to search for clues, while the remaining half returned to the Legion to report the situation."

"That's all there was to report about the 11th Squad of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, my lord, they did infiltrate one of the fortresses, but found that it seemed to be dormant and required some kind of prop to actually activate."

"But they also mentioned that these Blackstone Fortresses are indeed invincible aces of naval warfare, and perhaps only the Mountain Formation can match them, and in the report, the team believes that you and the Second Legion must master this power no matter what."

[Or let the emperor take control?] 】

“……”

"They didn't mention that in their debriefing, sir."

【…… Very good. 】

[Makes sense, isn't it: I used to struggle with how to transport these mighty creations to Avalon, but now this seems to be solved: let's hope for the power of the Tuchulca engine, and hope that it is as magical as the rumors say.] 】

"Are you going to use the Tuchulca engine to transport the Blackstone Fortress to Avalon?"

[Although I don't know if I can use them or not, I am very sure of one thing: I would rather put them in my star field as a scenic spot than let anyone else master them.] 】

"Wise thoughts, my lord."

Well, other things. 】

"Lord Luther's surgery, and plans to put the original casting technology into production."

[Luther's operation, I will start as soon as I return to Avalon, as for the original casting ......]

The genogen rubbed the corners of his brow with a little headache.

[Wait until I increase the damn success rate to 100 percent, I don't want these soldiers who have survived on the battlefield for dozens or hundreds of years to die on the operating table for no apparent reason. 】

"I think it has something to do with your greed: you increased the steps of the original casting surgery from the original three enhancements to six enhancements, which made the success rate of the transformation that had been perfected to a high level fall all at once."

[Since they are all strengthened, it must be strengthened for the better: and I actually have a lot of new ideas, which I have not added, and some of the ideas of Heydrich and even the emperor are too scary in my opinion, and I don't want to really drive a bunch of flesh machines. 】

"In other words, do you really have the skills to shape a bunch of flesh machines, my lord?"

【……】

[From a utilitarian point of view, your emotional array is completely unnecessary, it belongs to a creation with irretrievable costs: but I still retain and even strengthen it, for I do not intend to harvest a truly ruthless creation, for I intend for you to inherit my shadow, a part of my noble soul. 】

“……”

"It looks like there are still some things I haven't been able to inherit, my lord: for example, your precious brazenness, and your guiltless words."

[Yes, this is the most regrettable: these are the two most valuable parts of my noble soul, and I feel sorry for you, my Aniah. 】

“……”

"Thank you for your kindness, sir."

Morgan snorted lightly, ravaging Aniah's delicate hair into a haystack with a vengeance, and she could clearly grasp that her little maid was gradually grasping her emotions, because it was all in her plan, after all, one of her original settings for Virgo was to be a trustworthy person to confide in.

Of course, there seems to be some unforeseen implications for this change: for example, Virgo's dependence on her Creator has increased over time, and although she has already seen the genogen as the only thing to focus on in the galaxy the moment she regains her life, it is clear that her attention to the genogen has been increasing recently.

A clear example is that Morgan, who would have done housework to maintain a little bit of industriousness in his heart, unknowingly, it seems that he has not done housework for a long time, and Virgo has monopolized all housework with extraordinary energy, so that the Lord of the Second Legion has to take another big step forward on the road of decadence.

……

……

It's cool.

When she saw through this, the Spider Empress couldn't help but feel proud, and she also felt a strange thought: according to the real situation, is she pampering and taking care of herself?

Feeling is a philosophical question......

……

Forget it, I don't want to, anyway, her Virgo is so easy to use, and with that time, it is better to think about something else.

[Next topic, Aniah.] 】

"Understood, sir."

Virgo placed the cut fruit in her Creator's mouth and wiped the water stains from the corners of Morgan's mouth, her pupils flashing with an endless stream of data to pinpoint the target.

"The third most important topic ......"

"Hmm...... According to the words you recorded at the time: that bastard in the stationary force field. ”

【……】

[That's what I said at the time?] 】

"That's true, sir."

【……】

[It's a lot more polite than I imagined now, and sure enough, my biggest shortcoming is that I'm too kind-hearted, so kind-hearted that it's easy to be bullied by others.] 】

“……”

Virgo blinked, and she tried very hard to ignore the words that were a little inappropriate in the Creator's words.

"What are you going to do with him, sir?"

Morgan was silent for a moment, she seemed to be thinking with her face on her lean, and above her closed eyes were delicate and tight eyelashes, covering all her thoughts so that no one could see them: not even Virgos.

And when Virgo realizes this, she is even a little upset.

At this moment, the Spider Queen opened her eyes, and her pupils were already clear.

[My blood brother has indeed caused me a lot of trouble: but everything is destined to be in the past tense, and I have figured out how I should deal with him, this is a not complicated method, even if it fails, there will be no more losses. 】

"Sounds good, my lord, what are you going to do?"

[It's simple.] 】

[Conrad's problem, in the final analysis, is not complicated: it is nothing more than an educational problem. 】

[A re-education, a long and effective re-education, is sufficient. 】

"So, when are you going to ...... him? Reeducate? ”

【……】

[From now on.] 】

Hi hi hi, it's time to push the book again, today it's a new book that has just been put on the shelves, the author's writing and style are very good, it's worth a look.

This book is simply ...... The complicated ...... between the main character (the ruffian's adoptive father), Perturabo and the emperor Parent-child relationship.

In short, let's celebrate that the Primitives have one more expensive adoptive father! This is the time to sing!

(Originally, I wanted to finish writing this book and write about the Propodium, but now it seems that I can only change my mind, because the Primordial is no longer enough...... Tooth white! It's hard to think of a new book idea! ）

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