"You've been in some bad shape from the moment you looked, my little brother."

"What's wrong?"

When they reached the end of the long corridor and could step a few steps onto the deck, the Dark Angel Legion's genetic protogens finally realized something.

Behind him, Coswayne, whom he called his little brother, was a little too quiet: you know, in the past few years, although the head of the Lion King has not been noisy, he always can't help but give a few more words of advice in front of his original body.

And this offense was tacitly approved and even valued by the Lion King early on: the Lord of Caliban knew very well in his heart that although the entire Dark Angel Legion was the greatest elite warrior country, correspondingly, these Iron Knights under his command were like those of their kind dozens of epochs ago, lacking the combat power to fight against documents and internal affairs.

Their iron fingers gripped swords, shackles, blood-dripping instruments of torture, extermination warrants, or alien-shaped, twisted heads: but they couldn't hold pen and paper, papers and seals, and these delicate and delicate objects would only be crushed in the steel armor or dropped to the ground without anyone caring.

Therefore, Coswayne has a high value for all aspects of [noise], because this noise is often accompanied by practical and effective advice, relieving the Caliban's troubles other than war, and saving the genetic protoplasm and more fighters the effort to face the paperwork.

And this is one of the reasons why the Lion King's manager has been able to rise to the top, and even be favored by the Lion King: Johnson will always be more sensitive and sincere when it comes to Coswayne, and he is willing to discuss something really serious with his little brother, or a really important secret, which is a privilege that most of his descendants cannot have.

No one in the galaxy can be absolutely fair, not even Johnson: or rather, the Lord of the Dark Angels is favoring this aspect of the problem, which is even more serious.

Now, for example, after feeling the almost imperceptible of Coswayne's body, the genogen stopped just a stone's throw away from his destination, mentally calculating how long it would be before Morgan arrived, and then set his eyes on his little brother.

"There's something wrong with you, Akau: Tell me, what's wrong?"

At the edge of Johnson's words, there is a rather obvious wall of seriousness, which is his involuntary reaction when he thinks of some of the worries in his heart: and the worries in his heart are also very simple and clear.

"Is there anything in Morgan's words that you find inappropriate?"

"Are you resisting and distressed by this?"

Compared to his usual commands, the voice of the gene's original inquiry was slow and soft, as if he was worried about getting an affirmative answer from his little brother: in Johnson's thoughts, the only thing that made Coswayne frown from the beginning was his brief conversation with Morgan.

The abrupt question from the Father of Genes apparently stunned the Lion King's chief for a moment, and Coswayne stopped urgently, his face unhelmeted as he subconsciously thought about how to answer the lion's question, forgetting to hide his increasingly tight brow.

The lion could see clearly, he saw his little brother's desire to speak, and he saw the hesitation behind the lowered eyebrows: all this made the face of the original gene hesitate for a moment, and derived a very bad conjecture.

Could it be that there is some contradiction between one of his most powerful sons, and one of his most trusted blood relatives, or a hostility that he has not yet discovered?

It's not impossible: the genoplasm has seen too much hatred for no reason, or stupidity for no reason, such as the tyrant of Duran, the emperor of Randan, or the Knights of Sirius, who defied the will of the whole world and preferred to rebel to the annihilation of the entire army in the Caliban.

The thought of this possibility crossed Johnson's heart with a trace of anxiety: he would rather face an entire burning star sector than face this kind of problem.

But fortunately, the superhuman thinking ability endowed by the transformation surgery did not spread the anxiety of the genetic prototype further: almost in the next second, the chief steward of the Lion King reacted from his astonishment, he first shook his head, and dispelled Johnson's doubts with the most resolute attitude.

"No, my lordship: there is nothing wrong with Lord Morgan's words, and I have as much respect for her strength and wisdom as I do for any of your great blood relatives."

The Lion King's words were categorical and convincing, and after hearing this answer, the genetic prototype looked at his little brother's face very seriously, and then nodded reassuringly, squeezing out a smile.

"It's good that you think so: but you can give her more respect, my little brother, and though I and most of my brothers have a good impression of each other, Morgan is more worthy of the respect and courtesy of the First Legion than many of them."

“……”

"Understood, sir."

Johnson nodded with satisfaction: but the confusion between his brows did not dissipate.

"But: what are you worried about?"

"Tell me, Akau."

There was not the slightest barrier between the relief of the Lord of Caliban and his inquiry, and words that were quicker than an automatic machine gun easily tore apart the hesitation of the Lion King, and did not give him the slightest time to get around the topic.

“……”

Coswayne was silent for a moment, glancing at the nearby hangar deck, and could even hear the heavy breathing of the honor guards: he knew that even if the question on his mind would embarrass the Primordial a little, he would have to make it clear here.

Otherwise, it's too late.

So, he pondered, and subconsciously chose to lower his voice.

"That's right, my lord, when you talk to Lord Morgan later, I want you to pay extra attention and keep in mind one more thing: if you can, please do not discuss the size of her legion with Lord Morgan."

“…… Scale? ”

The lion raised his eyebrows, chewing on the words slowly, like a wild beast swallowing some kind of meat it had tasted for the first time with suspicion, unwilling to give it up, but not daring to swallow it completely.

Scale......

The lord of the Caliban vaguely remembers the last time he spoke of the word more than a decade ago, before the Second Zandan War ended, and he and Morgan spent a long time making the necessary strategic deployments and discussing the size of the forces to be involved in the battle, just before the crucial Battle of Taks was about to begin.

Thinking about it now, it was probably the most comfortable strategic deployment he had ever experienced: the unprecedented forces at his disposal, and the only thing he needed to do was decide where to place these forces and what mission they would have to fulfill in the war, and as for the rest, he didn't need to care, someone would take care of it.

So......

"What's the problem, Akau?"

Hearing this natural rhetorical question, Rao was prepared, but the face of the Lion King's chief manager couldn't help twitching, he sighed silently, and finally organized his words.

"That's right, sir."

"Actually, the Dawnbreaker Legion under the command of His Excellency Morgan has always been plagued by their size, although we don't know the reason for this, but according to the report sent back by our combat brothers in the Second Legion, their recruitment of new recruits has not been smooth, and now, the entire Dawnbreaker Legion is probably only 30,000 people."

“……”

Johnson frowned.

"How did I not know these things?"

“……”

For a moment, the Lion King just stared at his genetic father in silence, not knowing how to answer the question tactfully.

He didn't dare to confess directly: You don't know, isn't this a matter of course?

Not to mention that the Dark Angel Legion itself is not very interested in the affairs of other brother legions, and the Lord of Caliban alone is not a zealous person who likes to learn about other genetic protogens.

Although the status of the Lord of Avalon in Johnson may be a little more special, this cannot prevent the fact that compared to the matter of the Second Legion on the other side of the galaxy, the Ran Dan and other aliens in front of him have a significantly higher priority and need to be taken seriously.

Moreover, it is not that the Lion King Governor did not put the information about the Second Legion on the desk of the genetic prototype, but thanks to the intense war, other information also came like snowflakes at the same time, combined with the [excellent] internal affairs ability of the genetic prototype of the First Legion......

Those intelligence documents about the genetic disease of the Second Army are probably still on the desk of the genetic prototype, and they are still being stored under the [not urgent] state of affairs report that has been accumulated intermittently for several years, and they cannot move.

“……”

Thinking of this, Coswayne couldn't help but open his mouth and squeezed out a few hesitant monotone tones, but in the eyes of the father of genes, he still couldn't polish these realities well after all.

On the contrary, it was the pupils of the genetic protogen, which moved at this time.

Obviously, in the abnormal silence of Coswayne, the Lord of Caliban had barely guessed the real answer, and for a while, he didn't know how to respond.

In the end, he just spat out a new command dryly.

"You...... Go on......"

"Understood, sir."

The Lion King Steward nodded.

"And, judging by the information that has been in place all along......"

Coswayne reported his advice as concisely as possible, and then, after a moment's thought, he told a few more words of the most important information and inferences in the increasingly serious vision of the genoplasm, so that the information that the genoplasm could receive was more complete.

After saying all this, as if he had accomplished some important task, Coswayne breathed a sigh of relief and added the last sentence he needed to say.

This phrase was used to comfort the lion and soothe his frowning brow.

"So, if possible, in the rest of our conversation, do your best to avoid questions about scale: and, given the total number of the Dawnbreaker Legion today, the twenty thousand men brought by Lord Morgan is already a reflection of the importance she attaches to your commitment."

"To put it more honestly, an expeditionary force of this magnitude means that she has completely entrusted the future destiny of her entire legion into your hands: even the deepest trust in the great Lord of Mankind is this."

“……”

"That's true."

The moment the Lion King's sincere words landed, the Genomorph nodded in unusually approval: the furrow between Johnson's brows had long since dissipated by the uplifting messages in Couss's words, and he whispered words like "promise" or "trust", and in his emerald pupils, a brighter and brighter light flashed in his emerald pupils.

"You're right, Akau, my trusty little brother: thank you for your words that have made me aware of the reality in these fogs: I have gained a heavy trust, a great trust from the Far Eastern frontiers."

"This is the second reward of my life."

A mesmerizing smile quickly returned to the face of the genetic prototype like a marble statue of a time-honored one, and he patted Coswayne on the shoulder, the words that seemed to affirm his little brother's reasoning as well as implicitly convince himself.

"Like you said, Akau: Time has not diluted the trust between us, which is enough to show that it is enduring, enough to show that it will continue to continue, forever."

"Yes, my lord, maybe you should express your gratitude to her: be subtle."

The Lion King's chief nodded obediently: even in the entire Dark Angel Legion, no one was more willing than him to see the two genetic primitives overcome the wash of time as soon as possible, recover from the strangeness of separation, and then fight side by side again to discuss military strategies.

After all, he had been the most stressed warrior in the entire legion over the years, and he longed more than anyone else for Morgan's arrival, for her to take over the barely holding mess: if it was just a campaign.

But the lion king's joy lasted less than two seconds: for in the next moment, when the protogens withdrew their hands and turned to continue walking towards the cabin deck, his whispered self-talk reached Coswayne's ears with great clarity.

"You're right, Akau."

Johnson's voice is brisk.

"I should thank her well: in the face of her sincerity, my gratitude is indeed a little too thin, and I should recount the friendship between us, even between our two legions, in front of everyone."

"She has only 30,000 men, but she is willing to give me 20,000 at a time: in the face of such a real reality, every one of my warriors will realize the value of this trust, and they will know when I tell them the numbers......"

“……”

The Lion King blinked.

“…… Wait a minute? ”

"Wait! Father! ”

——————

“……”

【……】

“……”

【…… What are you looking at? 】

"No, nothing, just ......"

“……”

"Tut-tut, heroic."

"What do you mean by that word: heroic?"

[Heroic is a word used to describe men, Conrad.] 】

"I know: but it suits you perfectly."

Like an overly curious beast, looking at a civilized creation, Conrad, dressed in dark blue armor, was looking at his blood relatives with interest on the airship heading for the Indomitable Truth.

Morgan in Armor: Rare, it's so rare.

Midnight Wraith shook his head and sighed, perhaps because his gaze was too dazzling, contrasting with some disturbing color, and whenever his figure wandered from side to side around the seated Morgan, it would cause a quiet alert from the old guards in his companions.

Conrad noticed this with ease, and it somewhat ruined his rare excitement: finally, when Ranner, the head of the Praetorian Guard, felt the trigger for the thirty-seventh time in four minutes, Midnight Wraith finally got to his seat.

Conrad's position next to the Spider Empress was enough for them to hear the slightest complaint between them: but despite this, the Nostramo deliberately raised his voice and slowed his voice to make sure his noise would affect everyone in the cabin.

"Your bodyguards are boring."

He sarcastically sarcastic without minus.

"In their eyes, you don't look like a warrior, but an oil painting, a vase, a shiny glass statue, or a paper doll that tears apart: even a gust of wind blows next to you, they have to take it apart and look at it to see if there is any dirt in it that will hurt you."

【……】

Morgan didn't reply, but both she and Conrad heard a faint crackling sound from around the cabin, the echo of a steel glove clenching a weapon.

With these silent rages, Midnight Wraith grinned open, revealing his excited fangs, and like an Alaskan dog smelling lunch, he leaned in front of his blood relatives and asked [in a low voice].

"Oh my God, Morgan, look at the reaction of your good boys: you're not really ice crystal clean enough to be knocked down by a speck of dust: that's sad good news."

【……】

Not to mention the almost substantial anger in the eyes of the Dawnbreakers: the Spider Empress only opened her eyes after hearing these excited words, tilted her head slightly, looked at the overly excited pupils, and then raised one of her hands, grabbed Conrad's face like lightning, and gave it a gentle push.

[Sit down.] 】

[How many times have you said it: Don't squat in your position.] 】

"Not really!"

Conrad fell back exaggeratedly, but he steadied himself in his seat, his pupils flashing with undisguised ill thoughts.

After a few years of getting along, Midnight Ghost has grasped some of the little secrets of his carrion blood: for example, if outsiders are present, especially her children, the Spider Empress's temper will passively change for the better, and she can even tolerate some of Conrad's bad behavior.

Although Midnight Ghost doesn't know the meaning of the word "idol baggage", it doesn't prevent him from keenly seizing these opportunities to increase blood pressure for his carrion blood relatives: although such a move will inevitably lead to revenge in the future, but in the future, leave it to Midnight Ghost to worry about, he will definitely not miss the opportunity in front of him.

Thinking of this, the Nostramo man leaned back and sat almost cross-legged in his place, and then, while stretching out one of his claws, he played with the Spider Queen's freshly knitted hair, and continued to talk with noise that would disturb everyone.

"When I take charge of the Legion in the future, I will surely find myself a true group of elites and warriors, and form them into my guards to fight with me: I have already thought of the name I want to give them, and they will be called the Black Guards."

"They will be a group of real warriors, not a group of crappy bodyguards, they will not be stupid enough to think that their genetic prototype actually needs them to protect: what a joke, if the genetic prototype has been reduced to the realm of being knocked to the ground, then how powerful the opponent he will face will be, in this case, the so-called protection is just to exchange their own pathetic lives for less than a second, so that defeat will come slowly."

The Midnight Wraith's sarcastic, towering, slow-paced tone echoed throughout the cabin, and soon generated an enthusiastic response: Morgan had to wave his hand at his heirs, silently ordering them not to load their guns.

This is her airship, if it is broken, she will be distressed, Conrad, a poor ghost who is temporarily under the fence, has no money to compensate the Spider Empress for huge losses, and he doesn't even have the ability to pay for it: can she still ride Conrad in the future and fly over the void?

When the shadow of the Indomitable Truth became more and more obvious to everyone, Morgan, who was almost insensitive to the Midnight Ghost's provocation, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and continued the conversation with Conrad casually, lest he come up with other acts of demonism.

[Then as you say, Conrad: If you are knocked to the ground one day by an unknown terrible enemy, then those guards who hope to save you will be fools, and those who scatter to fight in a hurry are warriors in your eyes. 】

"I agree with the first half."

[Then why did you let the fool in your eyes enter your escort team?] You must know that as the guards of the genetic protogen, they are fully qualified and obligated to take charge of the entire legion in the absence of the protogen. 】

[At least with me, that's the case: So, my convoy, like my Legion Council, is made up of the most trustworthy of my children.] 】

Morgan spoke softly, but in the cabin, where almost everyone was silent, her words still reached the ears of every Primordial Janissary present: the next moment, the anger that had been stored up by Conrad's words vanished in the blink of an eye, and Morgan's children abandoned their disgust with the Midnight Wraith in their hearts, and instead indulged in the satisfaction of dead silence because of the words of the Mother of Genes.

At the same time, the Spider Empress, who deliberately caused all this, deservedly received a disdainful look from her blood relatives.

"Are you always good at taking advantage of other people's words: like a vulture?"

In Morgan's ears, the near-nonexistent voice of the Midnight Ghost floated: this time, Conrad really lowered his voice, but did not hide the mockery between his words.

And he was greeted by Morgan's guiltless words, and even a smug smile.

[Want to learn?] I'll teach you. 】

“……”

She was answered by a grunt from the depths of Midnight Wraith's throat, symbolizing the most obvious disdain and spit.

As the conversation continued, Conrad gradually extinguished the idea of being a demon, and he also leaned back in his chair, maliciously mimicking his blood relative, closing his eyes and recuperating in a procrastinating tone: it was more like some irresponsible perfunctory.

"Truly intelligent people should be aware of a sad reality: everyone's abilities and talents are limited, and they can only satisfy a sharp dagger on one side, and our greatest wisdom is how to use our innate talents as much as possible, walk on the right path, and for those who were born not ours, we should not go to excessive thirst."

"A man who knows that things are beyond his ability to catch up, is like a fool who wants to kill with the back of a dagger: when he decides to do so, defeat and death are only a matter of time before he dies."

[Like a warrior who wants to defend his original body, in your eyes is stupid?] 】

"That's true."

And you will entrust your legion to those wise men? 】

“……”

Conrad let out a murmur of inexplicable meaning, as if he were complaining about something, and as if he was simply uttering a hoarse tone that had no logic to speak of.

"Nope."

Finally, he spoke.

"I'll entrust my legion to those fools."

——————

The Dark Angel's genetic prototype stood among his greatest knights, like a born king, waiting for the trumpet of war to summon him.

The ruthless commander was dressed in an all-black armor, as deep and flawless as the void in everyone's eyes, and on his breastplate and shins, the red gold sculptures were filled with roaring lions and wastelands, a blood-glittering metal that was a specialty of the Martian underworld and was almost exclusively available to the greatest war commanders.

The cold gaze of the Lord of Caliban was no different from the dangerous jungle of his homeland, and he looked at the figure stepping down from the airship, and only in front of the silver-white figure, there was a kindness and smile that others could perceive.

And when he looked at the others, even Conrad next to Morgan, there were only cold memories and estimates in his heart.

Johnson's gaze swept over the figure of Lana, the head of the Praetorian Guard, he still had a slight impression of the famous immortal bird in the Dawnbreaker Legion, but he had no impression of the remaining dozen or so guards of the Spider Empress, and he had no interest in continuing to observe.

In his field of vision, Luthor was also not found, but Johnson was not surprised, because in that brief long-distance communication, Morgan made everything very clear: she first deliberately emphasized that she was with Conrad, and then seemingly unintentionally mentioned Johnson's adoptive father, saying that because the fleet was too large and needed a task to command the follow-up troops, Luthor volunteered, so he could not come for the time being.

Johnson didn't have much of an idea about it, he regretted not being able to see Luthor right away, but he didn't suspect that there was another question: could Luthor still hide from him?

And more than his henchman, it was the new blood relative, Conrad, who followed Morgan closely, and soon attracted the full attention of the Lord of Caliban: for no other reason than that anyone who saw the Midnight Ghost was destined to forget the pale figure.

The Dark Angel Legion's genetic protogen, almost standing side by side with disgust and emotion, looked at the blood relative who had come with Morgan, he could see the long black hair and corpse-like cheeks, and was extremely sure that even the alien scum that his legion had exterminated in the endless darkness could not have such a ghostly face.

But then, in the lion king's instinctive look of disgust, there was a different kind of softness and smile, because as the midnight ghost drew nearer, the lord of Caliban quickly smelled a smell, a smell that he was all too familiar with, the smell of flesh and claws that dwelt in the soul.

That's the same kind of taste.

The Lion King curled the corners of his mouth, and when he looked at Morgan again, his gesture was extremely sincere, and the Dark Angel Legion's genetic protoplasm took a few steps forward, shaking hands with his blood relatives in the solemn salute of the Dawnbreakers.

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other, my blood relative: it's like a mortal life."

[That's really Alexander's life.] 】

"Alexander?"

[Short, but brilliant. 】

Morgan's response was also wrapped in the corners of his mouth, and then, the two genogens looked at each other and smiled softly but sincerely.

"Welcome back, Morgan."

Johnson stretched out one hand and held it tightly with Morgan, while his other hand rested easily against the scabbard, not clenched, but instinctively attached.

But with the end of the brief greeting between the Lion King and the Spider Empress, when the eyes of the Lord of Caliban had to move to Conrad, who had shown a strange smile earlier, the Lion King Governor behind him sensitively noticed that Johnson's other hand had unconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword and could be pulled out at any time.

"And you, Conrad."

Johnson spoke again, and although his tone was not cordial, it was also extremely serious and polite.

"Welcome to the Indomitable Truth, and I hope we can be true comrades-in-arms."

"I hope so, Johnson."

Midnight Wraith grinned, and he shook hands with the Lion King in a voice full of hypocrisy, enough for Coswayne to hear a toothache.

"Johnson, my brother."

"I miss you."

“……？”

The lion frowned, the last softness in his voice turning into a superficial ritual that had to be done.

"I don't think we've met before, Conrad."

"That's true."

Midnight Ghost nodded, and then the words changed.

"However, I believe that the two of us have been friends for a long time: our dear blood relative, Morgan, has often told me about your great deeds, and I think you will be of some interest to that?"

Johnson didn't respond, but his countenance seemed to loosen a little.

"No, I'm not interested in other people's privacy, Conrad, even yours."

"Ah...... That's a shame. ”

Midnight Ghost's voice was a hateful aria, and he shook Johnson's hand fiercely and shook it vigorously before letting go of it slowly, sighing casually with a long-planned sadness.

"I had a wonderful secret about Caliban."

"But time is so short that I don't think I can finish it."

“…… Caliban? ”

Johnson frowned.

He looked at Conrad and waited for his next words: But the Midnight Wraith only gave his knight brother the most sarcastic smile, and the next moment he shrank like a phantom to Morgan's side, shouting loudly.

"Look at these knights! Mighty and majestic! Won't you tell us about it, Johnson? ”

【……】

“……”

In the eyes of the two genetic agents, either helpless or suspicious, Conrad only smiled back, and waited for the Spider Queen's inquiry from the sea of souls, and the extraordinarily cold in the blue pupils.

What are you doing? 】

The sound was like nothing.

Midnight Ghost tilted his head innocently, avoiding Johnson's gaze and looking at Morgan.

"I'm going crazy."

One word at a time.

Very seriously.

I revised the ending and added a few hundred words, remember to refresh it

(End of chapter)