"There are a lot of little secrets in the Legion of the Daybreakers."

"But these little secrets are not a secret in themselves."

"I knew from the beginning that there were little secrets in our Second Legion, that were important enough, dangerous enough, old enough, crazy enough, locked in a cage made of blood and tears."

"They still exist today."

"But within the Legion, the secret itself is not a secret, or rather, it is a shared secret: when everyone knows that there is an important secret in the Legion, they will involuntarily become protectors, and any prying eyes will be so eye-catching."

"In the past, we relied on this method to protect our secrets when the genoplasm had not yet returned, and with the return of the genoplasm: we no longer have secrets, and we no longer protect secrets."

"On the other hand, we began to protect the treasures that belong to the mother of genes."

"Even though they're the same thing, there's a difference: now, those terrible beings don't belong to the Dawnbreaker Legion anymore, they're private wealth that belongs to our genetic mother, to Morgan alone."

"No one is upset about that."

"After all, we belong to her, too."

"This reality makes us happy."

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“……”

He couldn't eat any more.

As Hector slowly swallowed the thirty-sixth piece of Akin Mer sorbet, he finally felt a thick sweetness in his throat that prevented his large hand from reaching for the thirty-seventh.

The commander of the Twenty-third Company of the Legion of the Dawnbreaker was a little sorry for this, and he looked at the few pieces of food left on the plate, wondering whether to put them in his own fridge or repackage them as gifts for others.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Morgan's pride in his sweet tooth began to pack the pastries, and he opened his personal refrigerator with ease, carefully avoiding the middle compartment: in it was the precious apple peach, which had to be kept exactly below eighteen and a half degrees, or it would rot in an instant.

After arranging the pastry, Hector clapped his hands in relief, and he returned to his sturdy bed, rubbing the dark green blade while secretly calculating the passage of time in his mind.

It's almost time.

As the clock ticked to that appointed moment, the tallest of Daybreakers stood up and walked slowly to the door of the room: almost at the same moment, a rather polite knock shattered the silence in the room.

"Here we are."

Hector responded, his voice changing over the years, from a slightly immature and nervous pretense of seriousness, to a certain genuine composure and sophistication, matched by his resolute countenance: according to the most veteran dawnbreakers, Hecht's voice when he gave the order was reminiscent of the equally serious Lord of the Dark Angels.

Morgan's pride felt little about this kind of roundabout praise: in the Legion, it was also said that Lana, the head of the Praetorian Guard of the Genetic Prototype, made people feel like Rogdorn, the master of the Seventh Legion.

But I don't know why, Lana, who had followed the Spider Empress and had a meeting with the Lord of Invit, actually spent a lot of energy after hearing these words, found the original initiator of the rumor, and then dragged it into the arena without saying anything.

That day, all the Daybreakers in the arena once again knew why Rana had become the head of the Praetorian Guard: though no one knew why he was so angry.

Of course, Hector was unconcerned about these rumors, and he was a relatively reserved figure himself: like his sweet tooth, he had always kept it very well hidden, because he didn't think it was a warrior's habit, but a bad habit that would be ridiculed.

Until one day, when the commander of the 23rd Company met his genetic mother alone, he saw with his own eyes how the Spider Queen communicated with him while elegantly and slowly solving the three pineapple pies.

From that day on, Hecht became more and more wild in his sweet tooth.

Thinking of this, Hector couldn't help but laugh, and then opened the door, and was not surprised to see Cortez's rough, completely occupied face by a beard.

"Done?"

Hector asked, and the commander of the fifth company nodded silently in response.

"Most of the [cargo] has been unloaded and stored, and the rest are some second- or even third-level experiments that don't need to be kept secret, you can come and see, Hecht, it's your right."

The company commander of the 23rd Company, the escort commander of this classified transport operation, thought carefully for a while, and then nodded.

"I see."

So, the two Dawnbreaker company commanders left the corridor side by side, all the way to the command room that overlooked most of the galaxy, a huge soothsayer took up about a third of the room, and it was showing a busy scene: the Dawnbreaker's transport plane shuttled back and forth in the orbit of a barren world, transporting their goods, and above them, a huge ancient wonder called the Blackstone Fortress by the Dawnbreakers.

"When our Mother of Genes brought these ancient world killers back to Avalon, she was thinking about the question: what kind of use could these massive weapons of war have besides killing and destroying on the most critical battlefields?"

Looking at the busy scene in front of him, Cortez checked the situation on the ground in detail through the divination instrument, and explained to the junior next to him who he was very optimistic about: but unfortunately, he needed to raise his hand high to barely pat Hect's shoulder, which made his self-confident senior image collapse a little.

What is this kid doing when he is so tall, he is almost Ogli Astarteri.

"The Primordial has been thinking about it for a while, and the first thing she came up with is our current mission: through the unique properties and skills of the Blackstone Fortress, we can keep the entire galaxy abnormally stable, and there will hardly be any risks related to subspace, and such a galaxy is very suitable for large-scale storage operations, especially for placing dangerous goods related to subspace."

"The Protos have carefully chosen this galaxy: it's very remote, and although it's right next to the Avalon system, there's only one stable subspace route that can get here: and that route has to pass through our heavily guarded Avalon system as a necessary transit point."

"It's a natural storehouse."

"So, here we are, to put our most dangerous objects in this place that is relatively safest both in terms of the real universe and in terms of subspace: of course, those mature items that have a great effect on the war still have to be kept with the army, and what can be placed here are some time bombs that can kill people."

"If they do detonate one or two of them: this galaxy can't be wanted."

Cortez's originally relaxed tone suddenly changed here, becoming a little gloomy, which made Hecht's mood become cautious, but when he saw the [big guy] being transported on the surface through the soothsayer, he still felt some curiosity.

"What's that? Do you need a RAND to tow it? ”

"Ah, that ......"

Cortés looked at the mysterious metal artifact several meters tall and was silent for a moment.

"It's a metal humanoid model that has been handed down from the dark technology era."

"But its appearance and appearance are not at all like a human, or even a primate."

“…… Ahem, that's postmodern. ”

Cortez waved his hand, stopping Hecht's attempts to continue asking.

"Don't ask, Hector: you just need to know that we will only activate this guy and his kind when we face an opponent of the level of the Protogen, and you know, it was the Dark Angels and the Praetorian Army who joined forces to help us catch these dishonest old nightmares on Holy Terra."

"I'd rather they sleep forever than we never need them."

Hearing this, Hector could only nod.

They continued to discuss, and consulted, and there was no shortage of secrets that could only be passed down among the veterans of Terra: ever since the Lord of Avalon had shown obvious favor for Hecht, Cortés had regarded the supreme Dawnbreaker warrior as his successor, cultivating every aspect of him, consciously or unconsciously.

"Yes, there's actually some STC in that box...... No, you have to swear to me that no matter how critical the situation is, you will never give them to any member of the Mechon, and if you really can't do it, give them to the Dark Angels, or to the Praetorian Army, except for the Mecha. ”

"As for the box...... It's a way to make a last resort on some worlds at certain times, but it's an entire galaxy, so you're better off choosing a remote delivery method, or a completely trustworthy daredevil. ”

"You ask the most dangerous ...... No, that being is not in our hands now, we and the Dark Angel used to escort it together during the Terra Unification War, but we almost let it run away and destroy the whole of Terra: in the end, it was the Emperor and the Sealbearer who took it personally, and sealed it in an unknown place...... I don't know what it's called, but it's amnestic. ”

Cortez's eloquence may sound like some kind of absurd fantasy story, but Hecht, who has studied the past of the Dawnbreaker Legion, knows that the words of the commander of the fifth company are not false.

As one of the Emperor's former death scavengers, perhaps only these Terra veterans, who are still stubbornly surviving in the galaxy and accustomed to being silent for most of the time, truly know what the Lord of Humanity has to do.

"But that's none of our business anymore, and now, the scavengers are only dark angels...... Space wolf, you say? No kidding, the gendarmes are not used to kill, their so-called power can only last until the gates of military courts. ”

Cortez laughed a little dismissively.

They continued to talk, from the Space Wolves to the Dark Angels, from the Dark Angels to the Dawnbreaker Legion itself, and then their words began to turn to the most popular rumors of the Legion at the moment.

"I heard that our genetic mother is planning to change the organizational structure of the Legion, right?"

Hector just nodded in the face of Cortez's question.

"Yes, she asked me if there was a need for this, but I think that the Primordial has actually decided to make a change in the organizational structure within the Legion: she seems to want to emulate the characteristics of the Dark Angel Legion and create some ...... Unique structure? ”

"Ah...... Six wings, or the Celestial Army. ”

Cortez laughed.

"I don't know what name our genetic mother intends to use, the word [wing] does have a very good artistic conception, but unfortunately it has been used, and our original adult, only in terms of naming, ......"

The two company commanders glanced at each other and smiled tacitly.

"Maybe she can ask His Excellency Johnson for advice?"

"The Dark Angel Legion is still on the other side of the galaxy, they're in another world."

"How are we going to meet them?"

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"Found them!"

"We've found them!"

Whether it was the reconnaissance fleet, the navigator, or the fortune teller, they all sang at the same time, and from the humblest boat in the entire legion to the glorious Indomitable Truth, the same stirring music played the same triumphant song.

After countless sacrifices, in the midst of endless obituaries, on the sea of corpses and blood piled up by thousands of burning worlds, with a series of reckless, calm, swift and silent steps, the deepest darkness of the Glory Queen class battleship was torn apart, the net accumulated by countless suspicions and convulsions was shattered, and all obstacles were removed, just so that the noble horn could rush all the way into the halls of the greatest knights.

"Your Excellency!"

Coswayne had almost forgotten the strict interests he was supposed to observe, and he pushed open the door of the command room, his always calm face was now covered with beads of sweat of excitement, and his throat, which had become accustomed to commanding thousands of troops, was trembling slightly.

"We've found them! My lord! ”

"Ran Dan's home planet!"

"It's on the border of the northwest! A reconnaissance fleet has spotted it! They desperately covered the return of a ship to our fleet and conveyed the news to us! And the most accurate coordinates! ”

"It's time to end it, my lord!"

Excited and trembling voices echoed through the room like horns, illuminating every silent rock and steel shield, and finally reaching the great figure that stood high above the throne with the unison of countless lanterns.

"I see."

Johnson opened his eyes, his pupils as cold as a beast, not the slightest emotion that could make people feel warm, enough to make thousands of burning worlds fall into ice caves.

"Akhao ......"

"I'm here! My lord! ”

"Inform all the Knight Captains in the fleet to come here and assemble for a meeting of the highest level of the legion, and I will only give them half of the Terra Standard Time to assemble."

"I'll let you know, sir!"

"In addition, we need to gather our fleet, gather all the expatriate fleets, gather all the troops left behind in the rear, and abandon all the garrisons, we need to concentrate our forces to the maximum."

"What about those worlds......

"If you lose it, just hit it again."

"Understood."

“……”

Johnson nodded, he closed his eyes, but did not say anything to let Coswayne go, as if thinking about something important, and just before the Lion King looked up suspiciously, he heard a sigh from the Knight King.

"One more thing, Akau."

Johnson opened his eyes again, and in his cold pupils, a glimmer of light symbolizing trust passed through it, so dazzling.

"Gather our allies."

"Call her: you know who it is."

(End of chapter)