“……”

“……”

"My flagship is humiliated."

"My glory is tarnished."

"For an emotionless beast is walking on the bridge of my Indomitable Truth."

"It's the worst nightmare."

——————

For every soldier of the Dark Angel Legion, whether he is a genetic protogen with a heavenly constitution in his mouth or an unknown new blood of Caliban, there is a consensus that everyone has tacitly agreed.

The flagship of the First Legion, the great and legendary Indomitable Truth, is one of the most important beings in the eyes of every dark angel, and the only thing that can surpass the zeal of this giant ship is the endless loyalty of the sons of Johnson to the Emperor, the Empire, and the Caliban.

As the absolute heart of the First Legion: especially since its sister ships, the Razor of Truth and the Example of Vengeance, were lost in the two Randan Wars, the only remaining Glorious Queen-class battleship has become a realistic symbol of the Legion culture in the hearts of the Caliban knights.

Its glory and sorrow, its depth and suffering, its glory and defeat, even every guest it greets, every pair of steel boots it endures, every breath it holds, symbolizes the steadfastest part of the doomed history of the First Legion, worthy of the cherishing and attention of any son of Caliban.

And in the more than a century since it was built in the shipyards of Holy Terra, the Unyielding Truth, the undisputed flagship of the Dark Angel Legion, has welcomed too many guests who are either noble or worthy of respect.

Even the most seasoned Terra veteran could not decide which of these guests would be the most noble, greatest, and most legendary of them: after all, the Lord of Humanity himself had never reigned on this ship, and under his divine radiance, no one seemed to be qualified to be secondary.

However, in Johnson's eyes, he can at least be sure of another point now.

At this moment, the genetic prototype carried by Morgan, the brother who shared the same genetic father as him, the so-called [blood relative] who was roaming his field of vision, would surely be the most hated guest that his great flagship had ever received.

In the aspect of dusting the glory of the Indomitable Truth and eclipsing the seriousness of the First Legion, his brother, named Conrad, was undoubtedly an unprecedented: hopefully the last.

……

It should be the last one.

The Lord of the Dark Angels, who was about half a body ahead of his reliable blood relatives and led the whole group, couldn't help but turn his head when he thought of this, and with a disgust that was inevitably a little too obvious, he looked around excitedly behind Morgan, and from time to time he broke away from the group and touched around among the decorations on the walls.

In his vision, the being named Conrad was roaming the sides of the procession with impunity, sometimes caressing the iron-gray walls and sniffing carefully, like a wild beast probing unfamiliar territory, sometimes reaching out his claws to the beautifully placed ornaments, striking the skull of the behemoth as if to distinguish between the fake and the fake, or deliberately smashing the arranged sword railings and twisting aside the legion insignia hanging high in the wall, keeping the dark angels who followed him busy, There is hardly a moment of leisure and rest.

“……”

There should be no worse man among his blood relatives than this fellow: although it had been less than ten minutes since their first meeting, this judgment had already emerged inexorably in the fair and serious heart of the Lord of Caliban.

His judgment and his gaze came from the front of the line, like an unstoppable arrow, almost piercing the small group of only a dozen people, along with the entire quiet and solemn corridor.

The Astarte warriors at the back of the line were almost startled by the terrifying gaze: five Dark Angels, and the same number of Daybreakers, were now following the three primitives, and as their guards of honor and servants, Coswayne and Lana were their leaders, and the first two unfortunate people to be affected by the serious gaze of the protogens.

Two diametrically opposed sensations struck them at the same time in an instant: first, a ferocious aura like a beast, which made the two primordial guards and the warrior behind them almost instinctively press their fingers to the hilt of their swords.

But then, an even more terrible aura rolled in, and that was the majesty of an emperor's bloodline, the dissatisfaction of a genetic prototype manifested in the pupils: although this dissatisfaction had nothing to do with them, it was enough to make the sabre-rattling warriors bow their heads and have to endure this invincible obscenity.

“……”

Coswayne bit his lip tightly, and his face looked a little pale: partly because of the fleeting wave of qi, and partly because of the helpless sigh that happened in his heart at this moment.

If the other warriors were somewhat confused in the face of this unprovoked anger, then Coswayne, as the head of the Lion King, knew too well the reason for Johnson's nameless anger: unfortunately, in front of the public, he couldn't run in front of Johnson and tell him that no matter how much he didn't like this newly returned genetic agent, he shouldn't behave like this...... Plain as day.

“……”

In desperation, the Lion King's head could only set his eyes on the other two genetic prototypes: but unfortunately, the Lord of the Second Legion, who was between Johnson and Conrad at this time, seemed to have indulged in some wonderful memory, and she watched every corner of the Indomitable Truth with all her heart, seemingly completely unaware of the coldness of the atmosphere.

The other person, the Midnight Ghost, who was being stared at by the Lord of the Dark Angels, quickly sensed the displeasure of his blood relatives: he looked away from the beast skulls and swords that hung on the walls, and slowly met the gaze of the King of Caliban.

“……”

“……”

The two genomorphs stared at each other indifferently for a few seconds, and in a corner that no one noticed, there was a silent confrontation, the more savage of them, with a solemn face, like a marshal in command of a great army, and the more knowledgeable one, but with a nonchalant smile on his face, as if there was not the slightest surprise or fear of the cold aura beside him, the terrifying gaze in front of him: he was even enjoying it.

In this way, when Coswayne and Laner's gaze moved to the two ruthless genetic agents, the duel also ushered in an abrupt end: the smiling midnight ghost slowly stretched out his two fingers, accompanied by the increasingly terrifying smile on his face, and placed the fingertips of the parallel fingertips on his pale lips in the midst of the lion's tight brow.

Subsequently, gently raised.

In this way, in the midst of several pairs of stunned eyes, the Midnight Ghost gave his blood relative Johnson, a fluttering kiss.

“……”

Instinctively, Johnson took a deep breath.

His face was distorted, and his otherwise solemn features were attacked by an unexpected force, forming large and small swirls, shock, and dumbness, but in the next second, these uncontrollable out-of-control were quickly assembled into the most primitive anger: in the emerald pupils of the Lord of Caliban, the mad fury was ignited in an instant, like a burning witch burning.

And at the end of his vision, on the long black hair that the stunned Ranner and Coswayne could not see, the corners of Midnight Ghost's mouth grinned, not so much a smile as a slash on his own face, revealing twisted and misshapen teeth, and a silent laugh.

“……”

"Humph!"

The lion's muffled snort was like a sudden bomb, shattering the dazed dreams of everyone in the team, and his gaze hurriedly swept over the spider queen next to him, and when he found that Morgan seemed to have just been startled by his sound, and then moved his gaze to it, the heart of the Lord of Caliban was somewhat settled.

But despite this, Johnson did not dissipate his anger, he turned around, and strode forward on his own in a state that could be called a sleeve away, and launched a rapid expedition towards the strategic conference room at the end of the corridor.

Behind him, the small team fell silent for a second before speeding up to catch up with the Lord of Caliban: this time, even the Midnight Ghost had put away his longing habits, or rather, he hadn't had such a hobby in the first place.

[Did you do it on purpose?] 】

When the two of them fell unhurriedly to the end of the lion's steps, the telepathic voice from the Spider Queen shot clearly into the heart of the Midnight Ghost.

Of course, Morgan couldn't have failed to see what had just happened, on the contrary, she had even anticipated Conrad's demonic behavior, and at the same time knew very well that if Conrad insisted on being a demon, she would not be able to stop it with gentle means in public.

Then, Morgan might as well take the opportunity to [revisit the old place], anyway, Johnson will not doubt her nostalgia for this battleship.

But still, when it happened, it was a little more than Morgan had expected, and at least she definitely didn't expect Conrad's flying kiss: after all, this guy had never dared to do that to her.

In the face of the Spider Queen's rather rare consternation, Midnight Ghost's face only showed a genuine smugness, and even his voice became so brisk.

"Unexpected, right?"

【……】

[Indeed.] 】

The Spider Queen nodded honestly, but that didn't stop her mind from drifting into a bit of a daze, and quickly asked the questions everyone wanted to ask.

What the hell are you doing? 】

"Makes him angry."

【…… Why him off? 】

"Because I'm crazy."

The Nostramo even looked at his blood relatives with an innocent look mixed with equal bewilderment, as if a mathematician had been questioned about the simplest formula in the world, and put on a tone of course.

Why go crazy? 】

Morgan was at a loss.

"Do you need a reason to go crazy?"

Conrad looked even more dazed, his voice echoing in the Spider Queen's mind, as if he were expounding the truth, and naturally carrying an unquestionable authority.

"If you want a reason: because I'm a madman."

"Questions?"

【……】

[Nope.] 】

The Spider Empress could even hear herself let out a chuckle, a meaningless trill that echoed after her inner helplessness and confusion had broken through the boundaries.

She gave up the inquiry, and instead kept up with Johnson: but it was at this time that her Nostramo blood came after him with great interest, and followed Morgan's footsteps with great interest.

Seeing that they were about to reach their destination, but Morgan still didn't say the next question he was expecting, Midnight Ghost could only pout his lips and lean over to the Spider Queen, showing his educator a clear logic in his heart in a tone that no one could detect.

"It doesn't matter, dear lady, you don't have to worry about it."

【……】

Morgan didn't speak, she just tilted her head slightly, and gave Conrad a stingy look: it was enough for Midnight Ghost to continue to talk triumphantly.

"No matter how normal I behaved, he couldn't like me."

"For I am a beast, and he is a beast, and there is no eternal peace between beasts and beasts, and if we meet in the wilderness, we may still cherish each other: but this is his territory, his territory."

"Do you know the attitude of a beast towards another beast that steps into his realm: from the beginning, our great knight could not have liked me?"

"In that case......

"Then why don't I make my journey a little happier?"

"Why should I please him?"

【……】

The Spider Empress looked at her close relatives to Nostramo with an unprecedented gaze: Morgan suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a slight delay and backwardness in her understanding of Conrad, and at some point she was completely unaware that the Midnight Ghost seemed to have undergone some new changes.

Are young people getting so fast?

The Lord of Avalon blinked, and as she walked towards the door, she glanced back and stood behind her, the midnight ghost that looked like it had returned to normal, thought for a moment, and spoke.

[Do you want to be happy? 】

"Who wouldn't?"

Conrad's tone resembles that of a pretentious dying poet.

[What does that have to do with you going crazy?] 】

“……”

Conrad behind her seemed to be silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice sounded a little serious.

"Because ......"

"The way I'm happy is to go crazy."

【……】

“……”

You're such a weirdo. 】

"You've taught it well~"

【……】

The Spider Queen glanced at her student with a blank expression.

"You'll wait for us to get back to the ship." 】

——————

The conversation between the two genetic protogens was naturally impossible for the Astarte warriors behind them to hear: even Conrad had such an awareness and thoughts.

Therefore, when the Spider Empress and the Midnight Ghost communicated in the invisible sea, the two Primordial Managers who followed behind them could only look at each other in a silent embarrassment, revealing a helpless smile that expressed as much friendliness as possible.

"Coswayne."

While the rest of the companions remained outside the door of the conference room, while the three Primordials were still wandering around the table, waiting for the Lord of the Dark Angels to gather his papers, the two Primordial Managers standing on the side of the room also began their conversation in a low voice.

The Lion King's chief was the first to say hello, and his kindness was not overlooked: when the chief guard of the Dawnbreaker Legion heard the voice, he turned his head to look at the warrior beside him, and nodded very politely in return.

"Lana."

"Lana-Mantebello."

Hearing the name, a glimmer of light crossed the pupils of the Lion King's chief steward.

"Are you the immortal bird in the Second Legion?!"

"I guess so."

The Chief Old Guard smiled a little helplessly and nodded, obviously not very proud of the title: Coswayne sensitively noticed this, and he returned the same friendly smile without mentioning it again.

Seeing this scene, Lana, who was a veteran of the Second Legion and already had a few good memories of the Dark Angel Legion, couldn't help but appreciate this extraordinarily delicate combat brother even more, so after just a few simple exchanges, the relationship between the two Primordial Guards had improved significantly.

Coswayne also took the opportunity to make amends for his father: he believed that the Lord of the Second Legion was tolerant of the Lions, but he had to worry about the high-ranking officer of the Dawnbreaker Legion, who was clearly trusted by Morgan.

"Our war with Randan has actually been going on for decades without the slightest time to rest, and in this situation, everyone is under a lot of pressure and will inevitably have some emotional problems, especially my genetic father, who has an unimaginably heavy burden on his shoulders."

Facing the side knock in the words of the lion king's manager, Lana felt a little funny, but at the same time, he couldn't help but be moved by Coswayne's sense of responsibility, and with his experience, he could naturally see that the lion's anger just now was not directed at his genetic mother.

"Lord Conrad is a distinguished guest of the Dawnbreaker Legion, and his every move is determined by his own will, and we have no authority to restrict any of his actions."

The Chief Old Guard seems to have inadvertently told the Lion King about their respect for the Midnight Wraith, but there is another meaning in this statement that Coswayne accurately grasps: the Daybreaker has no authority to restrict the Midnight Wraith's movements, and accordingly, they are not obligated to share Conrad's enmity.

At this point, it is self-evident what Laner thinks about the conflict between the Lion King and the Night King: the Lion King, who has figured this out, can't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and his smile becomes more and more sincere.

He decided to keep talking: unlike the Caliban lord, Coswayne knew how to get their conversation to each other to continue, in a friendly atmosphere, and he knew what Rana really wanted to hear.

So, it seemed that the two primordial directors were chatting for the purpose of strolling, but after a few words, they happened to talk about the Spider Queen's years when she was in the First Legion.

Coswayne was emotional.

"In the long history of the Dark Angel Legion, there are very few people like Lord Morgan who can earn the respect of all officers and soldiers: even if her genetic identity has not yet been revealed, her work attitude, ability, and merit alone are enough to make every Dark Angel respect her from the bottom of their hearts."

Coswayne was glad that he didn't have to lie about it: the Dark Angels did have a lot of respect for Morgan, and he probably puffed out his chest and proudly told the truth, sending a subtle arc of trust and satisfaction in Lana's inquiring gaze.

"I'm confident that your respect and kindness won't go for nothing, and Coth: The Dawnbreaker will remember your care for our genetic mothers, and it will further elaborate on our long-standing friendship."

"I'm even a little flattered by your words, Lana."

"It's an exaggeration, but trust me, Cowes: I'll tell my fighting brothers everything I've seen, and their words connect the entire Legion: time and space can't erase the friendship between the two Legions, doesn't it?"

"Of course."

Coswayne smiled comfortably.

"Is Your Excellency Morgan's support from far away a testament to this friendship?"

"That's right."

Rana glanced at the three genetic primitives who were seated, and he looked at his genetic mother with an endless loyalty that even the Lion King had to sigh about, and when his gaze returned, Coswayne had to raise his vigilance and treat the doubts in Lana's pupils seriously.

"But, Cowes: I'm not an ignorant new blood, and I would wishfully think that the world is only black and white, and as the head of the Praetorian Guard, my genetic mother, I have to ask a few more questions for her safety."

"Among the Dark Angel Legion, the attitude towards my original body is really so unified?"

"It's impossible to be perfect."

The lion king's manager spread his hands.

"But I can assure you, brother, that every man you see, every dark angel who appears before you, will have nothing but untold respect for Lord Morgan, and they will not treat her with arrogance, nor will they seek to take advantage of her: it is foolish, and impossible."

"You're serious, Couss, I'm not worried about that."

Lana smiled, the flickering of his pupils making his last words unbelievable to the Lion King's ruler, but that didn't stop the two Primordial cronies from maintaining a harmonious stance, and it wasn't until the adults sat down that they instantly returned to seriousness and silence.

Now, the primitives need to be silent.

"This is the general situation at the moment."

The Lord of Caliban handed Morgan a thick piece of information in his own hand, and then glanced at Midnight Ghost cryptically, and after a moment's dullness, he also threw a document over.

Conrad curled up in the hard chair and glanced at the papers in front of him with condescension, as if he were looking at a piece of rotting meat.

[Ahem.] 】

Morgan coughed softly.

“……”

Eventually, Midnight Ghost reluctantly picked up the papers, trying to pretend to be reading.

The lion ignored him, his gaze focused on his true blood kin, and under Conrad's vague gaze, the Lord of the Dark Angels waited patiently for the Spider Empress to turn the last page of the paper.

[Overall, the situation is barely good. 】

Morgan blinked, suppressed his doubts about a few questions in the document, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and said to the Lord of the First Legion in front of him the answer he needed most now.

Sure enough, after hearing the affirmation from his blood relatives, the lion's cold face softened a little, and he sat in the chair that symbolized equal communication, but the posture seemed to be entrenched on his throne.

Morgan didn't care about this, and she now wanted to know more about the war: starting with the commander Johnson, he should be concerned with the first difficulties in the war.

So, what do we discuss first?] 】

Dark Angel's succinctness: This gave Johnson a certain satisfaction, and he then flipped through the papers in his hand a few times, and after a brief moment of thought and hesitation, crossed his hands on the table and spoke to Morgan.

"How long will it be before your follow-up fleet arrives here, Morgan?"

[Four Terra Standard Days at the latest.] 】

"That's good."

Johnson nodded in satisfaction, and then he paused, seemingly a little tangled.

"So, our next command ......"

[I am here to assist you, Johnson. 】

“…… Of course. ”

Finally, a clear smile appeared on the cold face of the Lord of the Dark Angels, he soothed his throat, casually glanced at the indifferent Conrad next to him, and then looked at his blood relatives again, and in his pupils, there was a kind of simple, seemingly unthought pleasure.

Coswayne's eyelids jumped.

——————

"So."

"Tell me about your legion, Morgan."

——————

【……】

“……”

“……”

“……”

For a moment, in this small conference room, except for Johnson, the remaining four pairs of pupils fell into a kind of silence: even Conrad was so quiet, because a kind of astonishment was taking over his mind.

……

"Debriefing?"

At the wall, the Chief Old Guard whispered, but it was a low voice, but it made Coswayne's scalp tingle more than the most terrible artillery fire.

"That's what you mean by respect, Coss?"

“……”

“…… Cough. ”

The Lion King knew that he had to trespass.

"This ......"

"Personal conduct."

"Do not ascend to the Legion."

“……？！”

The Lion King felt a tooth ache because his barely squeezed out words only made the surprise, astonishment, and anger in Lana's pupils even thicker.

And it was at this time that a sharp laugh pierced the breathless lowness in the room and saved the lion king in disguise.

"Wow!!"

Rana looked at the voice, only to see that the midnight ghost, who had been cowering in a chair, had now moved forward to the table, propped up his two excessively long arms on the table, and looked at the dazed male lion with some confusion and some pleasure.

"Tut-tut."

From the mouth of the Midnight Ghost, a contemptuous voice came out, and then his gaze turned to the Spider Empress beside him.

"I'm crazy."

"And what is he?"

"Commander?"

He asked sincerely.

【……】

Morgan didn't answer.

Morgan had nothing to say.

(End of chapter)