[I think we should hurry, Riemanruth.] 】

[After all, the truce agreement between Johnson and Conrad may not last for three minutes: thirty seconds are all blessed by the emperor. 】

"Rest assured, Morgan, although we have been separated from each other for more than ten years, I think you should have forgotten what kind of person Johnson was: he didn't have a bad temper, but he was only a little bad at talking about it once in a while."

[I'm sure you know Johnson. 】

[But believe me: you certainly don't know Conrad.] 】

[Putting him next to Johnson is more dangerous than putting you in my cellar.] 】

"You have a wine cellar? Where is it?! ”

【…… This question is not the point! 】

……

It took the two Genogens about fifteen seconds to avoid all the Calibans on the vast Immeritable Truth, and then find a place that at least seemed to be hidden: three of those seconds were used to return the favor to a team of patrolling Dark Angels.

Morgan, who was acting as a guide, wanted to take Riemanruth to her living room, or to her private office: she was sure that Johnson's group of cubs would not have the courage to do anything with her private space, which would be a good place to discuss secrets.

However, due to the distance, she and Riemannus finally stopped in the middle of a wide straight corridor, at least twenty meters away from the corners on both sides, and only the footsteps of the Dark Angel Patrol could be faintly heard: passing by the corner on the left, was the meeting room of the Lord of Caliban, and he could go back at any time.

[To put it simply, Ruth.] 】

The Spider Queen leaned against the wall with her hands on her chest, her hair falling to her waist, and one position to her left, Fenris's wolf king leaned against the wall, supporting himself with his left shoulder leaning against the wall.

"Pragmatists are popular everywhere: even at Fenris."

On Riemanrus's face, with a pretended rude smile, he responded to the Spider Empress's request with a soft grunt, like some kind of sarcasm, but no more malice.

At the same time, the large hand that had been holding the Bacchus spear reached into the fur cloak behind his back, and after two fumbling strokes, he took out a very large and thick book, and held it firmly in Riemanlus's hand.

The Genetic Prototype of the Space Wolf Legion clearly cherished the book, and he held it tightly in his hand, first carefully blowing away the hairs on it, then brushing it carefully, not forgetting to check the integrity of the cover and pages: after doing all this, he reluctantly stuffed the large book into Morgan's hand.

"Take it: it's the most precious thing in all of Fenris."

The sharp canine teeth clenched together, and spat out these heavy words, which contained an invisible trust: everything showed that what Riemannus said was true.

So, the Lord of Avalon couldn't help but take the book seriously, but after just the first glance, Morgan's brow couldn't help frowning.

Because it's not a ...... Books with beautiful bodies.

The Fenris handed over a thick, heavy, large bound book, surprisingly larger and heavier than a reinforced power fist, enough to easily crack open an Astarte's head and enter knowledge.

It is not a product of industrialization that is tightly knit, but an ancient heritage visible to the naked eye, piled up by countless shamans, tree bark, hieroglyphs, and word-of-mouth customs: tens of thousands of title pages are barely enclosed on one side of the spine, and the materials range from parchment with a hint of odor, to dried and bent bark, to hard, unidentified objects like stones.

The mouth of the book, which should have been extremely smooth, did not exist, because the tens of thousands of title pages were of different sizes and thicknesses, but they were scribbled together according to their contents, as if a herd of different kinds of livestock had been driven into a corral: if it were not for the words written on it and adorned with a cover that was better than nothing, no one would have believed that it was a book.

【……】

The Spider Empress held the book, a book that was enough for Magnus to suffer a cerebral hemorrhage at the first sight of it, and she couldn't help but be stunned, and then opened it in awe.

The Spider Empress knew that this chaotic and ancient appearance just proved that what Riemanrus said was true: it was indeed the Wolf King of Fenris who had collected the complete creation through various means and from various ancient inheritances.

She carefully pinched the title pages, which seemed to be shattered in the next second, selected a few of them, and read them silently: after about five seconds, she had a vague idea of what the bound book was about.

[This is ......]

Runes? 】

"yes, there's one of the few things in all Fenris that can get their hands on it."

The wolf-like canine teeth of Riemann Ruth shimmered like ice, and this unique canine organism was unique among all the genetic protoplasms, and some people even once wondered if the human master really participated in some canine genes when shaping the genetic prototype of this space wolf legion.

"You don't know how long I've been busy with Fenris to get these things in your hands now: these pages are genuine, I got them from rune priests, surface tribes, and reclusive shamans, some of whom have been keeping these precious bumps for generations for a thousand years, and it's not easy to pry open their mouths and claws, and the rune priests under my command are not less worried about me because of this."

"Especially Gunnar Gonhilt, my first company commander, a real, fucking Fenris, he has become the vanguard of that group of rune priests, even if he doesn't even know half a word of runes, he has to yell at me almost every day: don't give these Fenris inheritances to outsiders, so I have to get drunk every day to make my ears a little clearer."

Accompanied by a swearing whisper, the sullen gaze of the Lord of the Space Wolves searched the dark walls of the Indomitable Truth, and the corners of Morgan's lips curled up as he continued to read.

[Riemanrus, my brother, you don't seem to like Fenris very much?] 】

The wolf king was silent for a moment, slowly muttered a few words, and took another sip.

"Who likes a fucking Fenris, a fucking icefield, a fucking wolf, or a more fucking wind: but whenever I think of my cubs from Terra, I think Fenris is actually pretty good."

"If one day, when the entire Space Wolf Legion is all Fenris, I may be able to worry a lot: at least these bastards can figure out what is right and wrong."

Morgan glanced at Riemanruth, but did not answer, she took the time to look at two more pages, estimated the value of the book, and then she realized that Riemanruth's act was not just a gift.

Thinking of the [grievances] of this King of Fenris just now, she couldn't help but let the Spider Queen ponder a few more times, and at the same time, she also understood why Riemanlus had to insist on coming to a place where no one was around: Fenris's runes were never secrets, but [everything] about Fenris's runes was enough to be a secret.

Thank you for your gift, brother, but allow me to wonder: Is there any meaning to this gift? 】

“……”

Riemanrus's gaze shifted to Morgan's face with these words, and his face, which had become somewhat serious from the constant cursing, burst into a meaningful smile in the next moment.

"I remember you just said: be concise?"

[I don't think you nor I are people who are keen on false etiquette: I'm sick to those pretty words anyway.] 】

The Wolf King responded to Morgan's muffled declaration with a sharp screech.

"Okay, I'll be more direct."

"That's right."

He cleared his throat.

"I also read the psionic code you wrote, and it is very well written, and it will definitely become the empire's authoritative book on psionic use and education in the future, and even the mainstream."

[Thanks for the compliment.] 】

Riemanrus's brow jumped, revealing his joy and anticipation.

"Also, I've got word from Killiman: you have plans to continue expanding the Psionic Codex, and you're even planning to write your next technical psionic book."

【…… From? 】

Riemann Ruth, got the news from Killiman?

Can these two people get in touch?

Riemannus didn't miss the consternation in Morgan's pupils, and he held the smile on his face as shamelessly as he could, clarifying the relationship as briefly as possible.

"Killiman thought your follow-up plan was very good, so he told Dorne, who had the same idea, and found our wolf shepherd god to see if he could help, so Horus went to the Chagatai Khan: the average person could not find him."

"Then, Chagatai thought of the runes on my side, and he thought that the runes should be of great use for your follow-up plans, so he asked Horus to contact me: it just so happens, that's exactly what I thought."

【…… Meandering. 】

"Who's to say it isn't."

[Maybe we should leave a contact information between the two of us.] 】

"Right thoughts."

[So, do you want to share the wealth of Fenris's most valuable knowledge with me? Or do you already have a plan in mind? 】

"Don't go around in circles, Morgan."

Riemanrus's canine teeth made the Spider Empress feel an inexplicable frustration.

"Let's tell you the truth: of course I can't give you these things for free, but from this moment on, they are indeed yours, but you also have to spend your time and mind to explore the energy and possibilities contained in these runes, after all, ......"

The wolf king's smile was a little embarrassed.

"Although I have been following my group of wolf cubs before, saying what these runes are [Fenris's World Soul], we all know in our hearts that both the runes and the world souls they are chattering about are inextricably linked to the subspace energy."

"And you are the most accomplished in this area, and it also makes me the most reassuring, so I give you this knowledge, and I hope you can expand more knowledge on this basis: in return, you can't spread the mystery of runes to the outside world, and you must also share that expanded knowledge with the Space Wolf Legion in detail."

[Reasonable.] 】

Morgan nodded, but his brow of confusion did not completely dissipate.

【Our Father......】

"Do you think he has time for that?"

【…… Also. 】

[But I remember that the Space Wolf Legion is ...... in terms of psionic energy Always conservative? 】

"That's true."

Riemannruth spread his hands.

"My rune priests never set foot in areas outside of their understanding and ability, which has ensured their safety, but also allowed Fenris's rune lineage to stagnate, even regress in place, countless generations later."

"This is also my selfish purpose in coming to you: of course my children can choose safety first, but I am the father of their genes, and our father's ...... Gendarmes, I need to master more means, they can not know, but I can't not know. ”

As Riemanlus spoke these words, the rationality, responsibility, and consciousness that flickered in his pupils were enough to make any so-called [civilized person] feel ashamed.

"Before that, in fact, I also had such thoughts, but I couldn't find a corresponding partner: Chagatai is too elegant, and I am not familiar with it, although St. Giles is more supportive of the think tank system, but his own understanding of psionic energy is actually just like that, and he may not be able to catch up with me, as for our Magnus ......"

“……”

[I understand. 】

The two genoplasms looked at each other and chuckled in unison.

"Don't count on Magnus and Roga in anything, though he is a good man: if you don't know this, take it as advice."

[Thank you.] 】

Morgan nodded.

[But please forgive me for one thing I don't understand: this is indeed a good deal for you and me, and Fenris's runes are enough to be my next subject, but what does this have to do with my plans to expand my psionic codex?] 】

Riemannruth smiled like a hound that had stolen his master's jerky.

"This brings us to another problem: you see, Fenris's runic magic has faded, but the underlying is still there, and no one knows how these things work better than my rune priests."

"To use the most popular metaphor, runes are like our words, the most brilliant master can put together elegant poetry, the diligent can make up for the clumsiness, and even those who babble can actually spit out one or two proper syllables according to the correct mouth shape and teaching."

"And among them, the rune priests will recite the poems, words, and syllables they can master, and let them wield their own power: this is rune magic."

"It can be recited orally or carved anywhere."

"You know what I mean?"

【……】

Morgan was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

[Do you mean that after so many years of use and experience, your rune priests have summed up those syllables that are safe enough and easy enough to learn?] 】

"I've written them on the first page, but my rune priests disagree on many things, and the amount of work they can confirm is not much, so I can only talk about sincerity: it's up to you, I'm afraid."

Morgan turned the first page.

[Twenty-four? 】

"It's not much more than all the possibilities that runes can be combined, but I think they're enough to get you through the first step, like forming a ...... What's that thing on Guterra called? ”

[Rune script, Runi alphabet, twenty-four old Salik.] 】

"yes, that's it."

Riemannus apparently did not expect his blood relatives to be able to pick up the conversation.

"These twenty-four runes are the most basic and simple, even if they are mortals, if they can be carved, and then let the psionic person use the correct method to imprison the psionic energy, it can also play the expected role: and because of the hierarchical nature of the runes themselves, even if these simple letters are carved well, they will not burst out of the power beyond the specifications, and they are very easy to control."

"No surprises, no consternation, anyone can learn to grasp them: I think these attributes are a good match for the standardization you admired when you wrote that psionic codex."

[That's true.] 】

Morgan nodded, she couldn't think of the question in Riemanrus's words for a while, and her attention was briefly drawn away by the twenty-four runic letters: the Spider Empress tested the meaning behind these letters over and over again, and their safety.

She pointed to one of them.

【】

", pronunciation// sound, generally symbolizes protection and defense.

[Also useful for steel?] 】

"Of course."

[Petura Expo loves it.] 】

Of course, the think tanks of the Iron Warriors may not like it very much.

The Spider Empress thought to herself: she had been able to conceive of what he would let his think tanks do when Perturabo found that every tank under his command could be enhanced with every cannon.

She spat on herself for a second, and to her dismay, she and Riemanruth had already spent four minutes on the subject: while the protogens were able to communicate at a speed unimaginable to mortals, it was clear that they were talking a little too much.

It's time to put an end to it.

Morgan solemnly took this book...... Book.

[Well, Riemanruth, it looks like our deal has come to a good end: is there anything else that needs to be added?] 】

"A little."

The Fenrisian winked at his blood kin, unspeakably cunning.

"Although I support your standardization, like I said, rune magic is an old foundation of Fenris, and I would be happy to see you teach others the [syllables] of runes, but further down the stage of [words] and [verses], please be sure to keep Fenris's secret: you and I can do it."

Morgan nodded solemnly.

[Of course, Ruth, I know better than you the dangers of going deep into subspace, and I don't even intend to release these twenty-four syllables without reservation: but I also have a question, if you allow me to teach these basic knowledge, aren't you afraid that someone will use this as a starting point to deduce more advanced runes?] 】

The wolf king was amused.

"Relax, Morgan, although the runes of Fenris may seem a bit old-fashioned to you, there are still many ways to do it: unless it is a real Fenris, or a character like you, it is difficult for other psionics to penetrate the mysteries of the runes."

"It's not all good to be stubborn: I'm pretty confident in the fact that the fortifications that have been built up over the generations are not something that can be easily overcome."

【……】

The Spider Empress glanced at Riemanruth's confident smile and nodded.

She chose to believe the words of her blood relatives.

——————

The atmosphere after the deal is negotiated is always pleasant, and the pleasant atmosphere is always accompanied by the passage of time unconsciously.

The two genetics returned a little faster than when they came: before the fifth minute came, Morgan and Riemanrus had already returned to the door of the conference room, the steel door closed as if they had left, but for some reason, both the Spider Queen and the Wolf King had stopped their steps.

Some kind of innate, or existential induction between blood relatives, tells them that the scene inside may be more lively than they imagined.

"Thankfully, there's no one here."

Riemanrus muttered under his breath, drawing the approval of the Lord of Avalon.

Both the Lion King and Morgan's Praetorian Guards have already received their tasks and left side by side, as for the original guards: there can be four genetic prototypes in this room, and if there are really bold assassins, it is not clear who surrounded whom.

[What do you think it will be?] 】

As she raised her hand to push the door, Morgan asked Riemanruth a question, which made Fenris think seriously for a moment.

"Sit-down war."

Then, Riemannus spat out a word that was very unremarkable.

[It is impossible not to shed blood, Riemanrus. 】

"It can't be slaughtered to the other party."

Riemanrus smiled, revealing his canine teeth, and then, as the Spider Empress mercilessly pushed open the door, the sound of the well-insulated door, which had been buried all along, crashed into their ears in the first instant.

That's the obvious Nostramo accent.

"Die! Brothers! ”

"It's good for all of us!"

——————

Riemannus blinked.

——————

It seems that he does not know his brothers well enough.

——————

Just twenty seconds ago, Johnson felt like he had a chance to win.

He even felt that it would be a boring victory: with less than ten rounds of encounters, he could be sure that Conrad didn't have any potential as a fighter, and that he was nowhere near as good as Morgan in a head-to-head duel.

Johnson knew very well what Morgan's melee combat skills were, because all of the Avalonian Lord's swordsmanship was taught by the Caliban himself, and he only gave Morgan's fighting ability a [barely qualified] evaluation in the end.

This is a statement with very high emotional intelligence in Johnson's eyes: no matter how it is ranked, Morgan's performance in hand-to-hand combat can only hover outside the tenth place in the genetic prototype, or even about the fifteenth place.

Her martial arts are indeed exquisite, but there are too many other constraints: apart from Roga and Magnus, and in a frenzied state, Killiman, she can't win against any of her brothers in close combat.

And under this premise, what kind of level of hand-to-hand combat does Conrad, who was taught by Morgan, have......

Johnson knows it.

And that seems to be the case.

In the duel that lasted for more than three minutes, it was not so much a fight as Johnson chasing Conrad around: Midnight Ghost had a lot of potential at this point, and his flashes and maneuvers could be used in even the tightest of spaces, so that the sword from Caliban could only miss repeatedly.

He was even able to roll on the ground without any dignity, just to dodge Johnson's seemingly unavoidable sword: this was indeed beyond the expectations of the Caliban, allowing the Midnight Wraith to escape once again, but it also made the anger in the Lion King's heart even more fierce.

He had thought that his brother was a beast like him, a wandering knight of poor character, a battlefield mercenary who had lost his faith: in any case, these identities did not lack the strength to fight head-on, and the corresponding courage.

But the truth is worse than he imagined: in front of him is nothing more than a murderer who will do anything to do anything, a low-grade madman and a mentally ill person who has given up on himself.

The Caliban roared at what he saw as unforgivable epithets and launched a new pursuit of the Midnight Ghost, but to his annoyance, the Nostramo man simply ducked and smiled in response to the overly blunt insults.

"You can scold me more ugly, my dear brother: it's okay, you don't have to pity me so much."

When Conrad finally turned around and sparked countless sparks with the sword of the Lord of Caliban, with the claws he had put on at an unknown time, his whisper flowed into the ears of the Caliban, along with his smile.

"You know, Johnson, you know that we're one kind of people, or rather, we're one kind of thing: Father makes you and me the same."

After a long absence, through the trembling Seiko Power Sword, the Lord of Caliban felt some kind of arrogance that was equal to him.

Midnight Ghost was still laughing.

"Yes, Johnson, we are all the same, we are all beasts forcibly taken from our lair, and we have to learn to integrate into the so-called civilization and the galaxy: what is more, we are actually entrusted to the same person."

"A wicked man who sins the most heinously, and who does only evil to himself."

"Under her guidance, we took different paths: diametrically opposed."

"You put on your armor, and I chose to take them off and continue to live as a Midnight Wraith: a Midnight Wraith changed by irreversible currents."

"So, we were rewarded with our choices."

"You're paid."

"And I got ...... Freely. ”

“……”

For no reason, the sudden change of laughter on Conrad's face startled Johnson's heart.

In the next second, the Midnight Ghost escaped at the cost of Johnson's blow: because of the long confrontation, the damage caused by this blow was minimal, but the Calibans had to be caught in a momentary hectic because of gravity.

It was also at this moment that Conrad quietly approached Johnson's side like a real ghost, and when his hands successfully hooked Johnson's neck, it was like death holding the countdown of a terminally ill patient.

"You'll appreciate this, Johnson, it's my gift to you."

The whispers of the Nostramo rang out in the Caliban's ears, and the next moment, a sense of despair destroyed Johnson's voice, staccato from his bleeding lips, the genogen trying to breathe as hard as he could, but all he could catch was Conrad's looming low laugh.

And.

The sound of the door being slammed open.

"Ah......h

Conrad seemed to sigh.

"A little earlier than I thought."

"You may not have learned the lesson."

He seemed to be lamenting.

But he didn't let go of his hands.

——————

[You will be in charge of Johnson, and I will be in charge of Conrad. 】

The Spider Empress didn't seem at all intimidated by the sight in front of her: while Riemanruth was still a little stunned, Morgan had already completed the three step-by-step steps of shaking her head and sighing, putting away the book, and removing her double-edged spear from the psionic fluctuations.

"They...... What are you doing? ”

[As you can see: they are trying to kill each other: is this difficult for you to understand?] 】

"They're ...... Brothers! ”

[The hatred between brothers is the most sincere: the hatred that can defeat blood kinship is almost invincible. 】

"......"

[Don't ask!] Johnson is on the verge of being strangled! 】

Although it is true that the Caliban lion lying on the ground and ascending to heaven has appeared in the Spider Queen's dreams countless times, she is not ready to make it come true: even if it does, it will at least come true when she has sufficient alibi.

Not yet: it's still useful for her to keep this Caliban bastard, and Conrad's actions as a bastard will surely affect her innocent guardian.

Two things that don't make people worry.

As Riemanrus was about to emerge from his consternation, he found that his Avalonian blood relatives had rushed forward in great stride: Morgan seemed completely unconcerned about his own contagion.

But for now, Riemanluth knew he didn't have time to think about it that much: after hesitantly glancing at the Bacchus Spear, the Fenris finally threw it aside and flicked his non-existent sleeve.

"Father...... I'm still hungry. ”

You know, the last time he ate a snow deer was on Fenris, and in the time that followed, he only drank dozens of barrels of secret wine on the way, and his stomach was not even half full now.

If he had known that the first combat mission of this expedition was to separate the two mad genoplasms, he would have nibbled on a Frost mammoth before he left.

No! Two!

emmmm, the comment section said that the plot has been a little dragging on recently, and that's true, so I decided to move forward with the main story from the next one.

Actually, I was going to do it in three or five days, but I don't know why I wrote more and more.

As for Conrad, you may think that his plot is a little unpleasant but repeated, in fact, I have worked hard to change this point if it is not pleasant, as for repetition, that is indeed my problem, where does Conrad go, I promise that I will pay attention to this problem in the future.

In fact, if you look closely, you can still find that Conrad has changed, but the progress is a little slow.

In short,I've been reading the opinions of the intermittent post carefully.,Everyone should leave a lot of messages.,And the plot is a little slow, in fact, there is another reason:Essentially,Ran Dan is actually not very challenging.,Compared to the old eleven to be solved later,Ran Dan has become the boss of Guanzhong (sad),And our old eleven Heydrich......

I haven't figured out how to shape his madness, and the kind of ...... in him Morbid aesthetics

After all, the prototype of this character is Heydrich of TNO, but it is just a madman template (the timeline of the sea bureau shooting the sun is too special to poke me)

In short, it's not easy to write about a madman (emotion), so I'll try as hard as I can.

(End of chapter)