[In addition. 】

[I think Carthage must be destroyed.] 】

We will find it, besiege it, take it, slaughter it, tear down all the ports and walls, cleanse every palace and synagogue, and let the fire burn unceasingly in this cursed land for six days and six nights. 】

[Ravage their towns with armies, cleanse their people with swords, devour their crops with malevolent grains of salt, so that no second empire can grow on this land: if their fate can be completely destroyed, it will be like the rise of empires such as ours.] 】

[So. 】

[I think Carthage must be destroyed.] 】

[Destroy it: From now on.] 】

【……】

“……”

“……”

"Are you worried about the outcome of the war, Morgan, my blood relative?"

The heavily armed Lion King of Caliban stood in front of his star chart, looking with some concern at the Spider Queen, who was also standing not far from him: Morgan had been standing in front of the star chart, working and whispering something about [Carthage] for five hours.

The Lord of the Caliban instinctively wanted to see better, but it was difficult.

Because countless sensors and remote orniths have taken over them, Seiko eyepieces, dials, and mirrors are carved with a sparkling dust light, like the fruitful mountains and forests in late autumn.

The role of these brass machines is to observe and measure the stars, and it is with their assistance that Johnson can receive any military information on the front line in real time on his Indomitable Truth, and coldly command the fleets of Coswayne and Arachos, pushing his unwavering front.

These instruments were undoubtedly the heroes of the long wars of the past: but now, the gloomy Lord of the Caliban, felt that these former heroes had become an unsightly obsessive.

Johnson did not realize that this kind of thinking of his could be defined as pathetic [coldness by nature] if it were to be described in a more vicious language.

He didn't have time to think about it, because his strange-behaving Avalon blood relatives had already taken up most of Johnson's energy: the Calibans knew his blood relatives well, even if they didn't see anything on the surface, but even by smelling, he could smell some kind of heaviness in Morgan's body.

Could it be that something went wrong with the battle situation, and Morgan discovered them, but couldn't solve them?

The first thing that came to the mind of the Caliban was this disturbing speculation, which managed to furrow his brow deeply, like the majestic mountains of his home planet.

Johnson, of course, had reason to be upset.

At this time, it has been a while since the huge fleet of the three Astarte Legions completed their rendezvous and the four Genetic Primors met for the first time, and during this time, other reinforcements from the Human Empire have also arrived at the temporary command core of the expeditionary fleet: the fortress world [Indris] newly established by the First Legion in the south of the Halo Stars.

After the arrival of the large forces, the expeditionary fleet of the Human Empire set off from the Indris system, all the way through the Death World Tara and the Savage World Brassica, and plunged into the hinterland of the Halo Stars from the southwest: and the capital world of the Randan Empire is located in the southeast border of the Halo Stars, Johnson's move is to avoid the frontal defense line that the alien has been operating for many years, and drive straight into the heart of this great enemy, he doesn't want to consume more strength in the meaningless alien outer defense line.

The Lord of the First Legion knew that he now needed to gather his strength for the more important task ahead: a message from the dark regions of the northern galaxy, composed of the lives and blood of a hundred Dark Angel Soldiers, had made Caliban determined.

In order to achieve this goal, a large-scale joint operation is inevitable: the Space Wolf Legion has left the large force, leading a part of the force, swaggering to gather in the Lanora system southeast of the Halo Stars to attract the attention of Randan's main force, while the Dark Angel Legion, the Daybreaker Legion, and the real elite forces of the mortal auxiliary army will take this opportunity to secretly display their positions.

It was a very simple plan, so simple that it was almost rudimentary, but the Caliban, who were well versed in the art of war, knew very well that it was often this seemingly simple plan that had a real enforceability and success rate.

Any great military plan is the product of a refinement that can be summed up in a maximum of ten sentences, for there are only a few secrets of war, and the real mastery is how to use them properly: the more fancy and vast the plan is constructed, the easier it is to fall short on the cumbersome details.

But despite this, the Lord of the Dark Angels still had an eye on it: in order to avoid the irreparable consequences of the failure of this plan, Johnson deliberately left behind a capable rearguard fleet, whose task was to support and flank the two main fleets at any time, and even cover the latter's withdrawal if necessary.

There is no doubt that the commander of this fleet needs to have a high degree of initiative and a good sense of war: the question of who will be chosen for this position almost drove Johnson into despair.

In the end, at the suggestion of the Spider Queen, Luthor, who was sorting out the army sequence behind the battle line, took office and became the real leader of a quarter of the expeditionary fleet: however, the knight king of the Caliban was not entirely satisfied with the appointment, and he did not even tell Luthor about the promotion himself, and asked Morgan to do it for him, as always.

At the same time, Johnson also agreed with Morgan's bizarre proposal: the Spider Empress clearly informed the Lion of the Caliban that without the blessing of the two legions of the Dark Angel and the Dawnbreaker, it would be difficult for Luthor to quickly control the entire rearguard fleet on his own, which would have an adverse impact on the entire battle situation.

At hearing these words, the Caliban was even stunned for a moment: he hadn't thought about it at all, but he nodded anyway, counting on the high opinion of her silver-haired blood relative.

And Morgan really put forward a high opinion.

With just one sentence, the Spider Empress succeeded in throwing the Midnight Ghost, who was doing nothing at this time, into the rearguard fleet, and used it as a restraining assistant for Luthor.

In the face of Johnson's concerns, the Lord of Avalon simply smiled back.

[Don't worry about Luther, Johnson.] 】

[Conrad and he have known each other for several years, and what is more, our brother's attitude towards your adoptive father is infinitely close to the "respect" in his behavior. 】

[Luthor has a magical charm: you have to admit it, Conrad seems to see something in him, and I have never seen him so restrained towards others.] 】

The Spider Empress's words were as calm and stable as ever, and this calmness caused Johnson's heart to fall into a brief hesitation: in the end, the trust in blood relatives still outweighed the uneasiness in the heart of the genetic proto, and the Midnight Ghost soon received a task that made his eyebrows raised.

Conrad didn't say anything, he maintained a graceful quiet, silently following the fifty Dark Angels and fifty Dawnbreakers who were with him, and quickly disappeared into the perimeter of the main fleet: a few days later, a secret reply from the rearguard fleet was placed on Johnson's desk, indicating that the Midnight Wraith had arrived at his post on time, and that he and Luthor seemed to be on good terms.

His proposal of a silver-haired blood relative, as valid as ever, once again solved the problem he faced: conclusions like this had become one of the few truths in the heart of the Lord of Caliban.

With the blessing of this truth, with the departure of Riemanluth, Luther, and Conrad, and the departure of Coswayne and Aracjos to lead their respective vanguard fleets, the Lord of Caliban found that the only people he could fully trust at this time seemed to be the silver-haired blood relatives who remained by his side.

In such an environment, the low aura from the Spider Queen, and even the faintest hesitation and thought, will naturally attract the special attention of the Lord of Caliban.

Not to mention, the lord of the Second Legion, who had always been calm and calm, seemed to have become accustomed to standing in front of the star map when the expeditionary fleet was getting closer and closer to the capital of the Randan Empire, dealing with things big and small, while almost muttering to himself those strange words that Johnson couldn't understand.

Today it was Rome and Carthage, yesterday it was Constantinople and Ottoman, the day before yesterday it was Caesar and Vicintoli, and what Mordred and Camelot were kings, Odin and Fenrir......

The history and legends that Johnson could understand, or could not understand, kept tumbling in the whispered voice of the Spider Empress, seducing the curiosity and worry of the Lord of Caliban: the lion had to worry about whether his blood relatives had developed some kind of anxiety disorder that he had never been aware of before because of the pressure of action?

After all, his blood relatives are a more fragile figure after all: if her will, resilience, and strength are not as good as Johnson's as a Caliban, that would be a normal thing.

Johnson accepts this conclusion.

Or is it ......

She's been with Conrad for too long?

……

It's not impossible.

Johnson touched his beard secretly: his beard and even his hair had not been taken care of for a long time because of the long, intense march, and it was even more messy than the mane of the lion that had just fought a bloody battle.

Morgan had offered to take care of him, but Zhuang Sen sternly refused, and the Lord of Caliban preferred that his blood relatives store even a little more spiritual energy, and then use it all in the next battle of annihilation of Randan.

The First Legion's genetic prototype had an instinct comparable to that of a beast, and he instinctively realized that the annihilation of the Randan home planet might not be as smooth as the destruction of other alien fortress worlds before.

Like in the previous Second Randan War, Morgan used her psionic power to destroy the surface in order to achieve a tactical goal, and this time it is estimated that it will not be effective again: although there is no evidence to prove this, in Johnson's mind, this premonition is extremely strong, so strong that he is convinced.

What's more: when he voiced this concern, although his silver-haired blood relatives raised their brows in dissatisfaction at the first time, after careful consideration, Morgan actually did not refute his idea.

This made Johnson more and more convinced of his thoughts, and he kept an eye on the vanguard led by Coswayne and Aracios almost all the time, planning new plans in his mind all the time to prevent any possibility of encountering him on the home planet of Randan.

And while the Lord of Caliban threw himself into this small realm, the Spider Empress standing beside him, still muttering those strange words at all times, helped him to take care of everything in every detail: in Johnson's opinion, this was already a matter of course.

With Morgan's help, the Caliban lord comfortably blocked out most of the less important outside information: except for communications from the other two fleets.

……

[News from Ruth.] 】

Morgan's voice echoed in Johnson's ears, sounding a little hoarse.

[According to Ruth, a considerable part of Randan's forces have been attracted to him: in front of his battle line, there is at least five times the size of Randan fleet, but they have no intention of attacking, but only maintain a standoff with Ruth's fleet in the middle ground. 】

"Confrontation?"

The Lord of Caliban's gaze temporarily withdrew from his star chart, and he looked at Morgan's turquoise pupils, and pushed aside the obstructive communications facilities with some annoyance, intending to have a good conversation with his blood relatives.

"Didn't attack?"

[Not yet.] 】

[But it's also a good thing.] 】

Morgan spread his hands.

[After all, we all know that the size of Ruth's fleet can only be said to be decent, and the naval combat capabilities of the Space Wolf Legion are really unexpected: if Ran Dan's main army really fights Ruth's fleet, they will easily find out the clues. 】

[Ruth's fleet is responsible for attracting the main force of Randan in the front, and your and my combined fleet takes the opportunity to go straight to Dandan Capital, while Luther and Conrad's rearguard fleet is responsible for filling the gap in the battle line, depending on the situation, supporting us or supporting Ruth: This plan sounds very simple and divisive, but as long as either side makes a mistake, it is very likely that the entire battle situation will fall into great trouble. 】

Johnson nodded, noncommittal.

"Even if Ruth's fleet really fights those aliens, it doesn't matter, Luther's rearguard fleet is specially set up for this situation: as long as they support in time, I believe that Ruth will be able to repel Randan's main fleet."

"After all, the strength of the Space Wolf Legion cannot be underestimated, and they can do their part."

This sentence came out of Johnson's mouth, and although it was not accompanied by a serious tone, it was particularly convincing: even Morgan had to admit it.

Although she still had no expectations for the Space Wolf Legion's naval combat capabilities, it didn't prevent her from smiling and imagining the best possibility with Johnson.

[If everything can really go according to our vision: when we successfully attack the home planet of Randan, their main force will definitely rush back to the rescue, and the Ruth fleet, which is converging with Luther's rearguard fleet, can take the opportunity to launch an offensive, bite the small tail of Randan's main force, continue to consume them, and follow them all the way to Randan's home galaxy. 】

[At that time, the four fleets will gather again, which is enough to ring the death knell of Ran Dan. 】

"You can't be blindly optimistic, Morgan."

Johnson nodded, and returned his gaze to the star map, where the Spider Empress was haphazardly planning the war plan, and the unimpeded advance and large and small encirclement webs did make Johnson's eyes light up, and even feel a certain excitement: even though the plan was planned by his own hands and his blood relatives.

But even so, the lord of the Caliban still warned himself that as a commander-in-chief, he could not leave anything to chance, not to mention that some kind of worry had been lingering in his heart.

In front of Morgan, Johnson was very honest and confided his concerns.

"You know, Morgan."

"The biggest problem with this plan is whether Ruth's side can hold back the main force of the Randan Empire: his mission is far more complicated than ours, but I don't think he can do it perfectly."

Morgan furrowed an eyebrow.

[If I'm not mistaken, less than a minute ago, you told me that the Space Wolf Legion should not be underestimated. 】

"These are two different things."

Johnson waved his hand a little irritably.

"Ruth's legions are indeed strong, and I am confident that they will faithfully carry out their mission: but the real problem is that neither Riemannus nor his soldiers are actually very good in terms of on-the-spot reflection and inner restraint."

"Subjectively, Ruth will of course faithfully fulfill his responsibilities, but as long as he encounters the slightest accident or provocation, he is very likely to lose his reason and inch, be dragged down by his legion, and completely mess up the whole thing."

"If I give him a ten-point thing, then he will indeed use ten points of strength and very serious to do it: but even if the final result is good, it will only be seven or eight points or even five or six points at most, and there will always be some crucial steps that will be delayed due to various emergencies and on-the-spot performance."

"Ruth is not suitable for leading the army, especially not for leading the road alone, but we have no other choice: originally I wanted your fleet to be in charge of Ruth's mission, but I was not sure that in your absence, I would pull out Randan's home planet as quickly as possible, so we can only pray that Riemanluth's side will not drop the chain."

Johnson spoke in a deep voice about his Fenris bloodline, and the Spider Queen just stood by and listened in great silence: she knew that even the Lord of the Caliban would be anxious about the proximity of this vital war.

Burying Riemann Ruth may have been some way for Johnson to release his anxiety: she vaguely remembered that Killeman liked to do the same, even Magnus.

…… Wrong.

Magnus should have been simply burying Riemannus.

Morgan smiled at this, and then she was pleasantly surprised to find that her anxiety really seemed to be a little less.

【……】

Could it be that burying Riemanrus is really so effective?

Isn't this some recessive gene given to the Fenris by their genetic father?

Thoughts like this flashed through the Spider Queen's mind, but it didn't prevent her from speaking in time, instinctively regulating the connection between blood relatives.

[Give Riemanrus a little confidence, Johnson, you know, if it weren't for our genetic father's trust in our Fenris brothers, he wouldn't have been sent here: why didn't the emperor send Vulcan? Didn't he and his legion also participate in the Battle of Tak? 】

[Since it was Riemannus, not Vulcan, who came here and fought alongside us, the very fact that our wolf brother has the ability to make the emperor trust him: perhaps we can expect him to play here.] 】

"You'd better not think so."

Johnson snorted softly, his heavy snort sweeping across his jaw, making the hunting sound of countless thick breaths that made the Lord of Avalon frown in disgust.

She didn't like Johnson's mustaches, even though they were blonde.

The Caliban, unaware of this, are talking.

"Listen to me, Morgan: all of our brothers have problems of one kind or another, and you can't entrust your entire trust and safety to any one of them, and I can even assure you that you and I are more combined than any two of them."

"Together, we're big enough to sweep everything."

"And neither you nor I can guarantee that we will be able to do it completely, so don't count on them."

Morgan didn't know how to answer for a moment because of these arbitrary words, she just quietly stared at the star map and documents in front of her, quickly processed part of the work, and patiently waited for this arbitrary aura to fade.

After discovering that Johnson's mentality had gradually calmed down, the Spider Empress turned on the topic again: she spoke first.

[Are you familiar with Riemanrus?] 】

Johnson shook his head.

"Durán is the first time I've met Riemanrus, and no one knows better than you what happened at that time, and the Battle of Taks is the second time I've met Riemanrus, and you know very well what it was like at that time."

[It feels like I've witnessed many moments in you, Johnson.] 】

"On the other hand, so am I."

The corners of the lion king's mouth seemed to be picked.

"So, strictly speaking, this is only my third meeting with Riemanruth, and the third time we have worked together: considering that the first two collaborations were not too pleasant, it is difficult for me and our Fenris brothers to be considered acquaintances."

【……】

Morgan nodded.

[Perhaps, you can become more familiar with Riemanrus, Johnson, after this battle, talk to him, and see if you can learn from each other?] 】

“……”

Johnson smiled.

It was like being amused.

"Learning from each other?"

"There are countless virtues in me that he can learn from: how to get him out of a barbarian and become a truly well-bred and honorable warrior is enough for him to learn for centuries."

"But what can I learn from him: learn how to be a beast?"

【……】

Morgan's words were lightly opened, and in the end, he didn't say the words in his heart: the Spider Queen realized that this conversation seemed to have no new meaning for her, and it was not as valuable as the new intelligence and data in front of her.

[Learning this kind of thing is actually like war: just like we are now, before we actually arrive at the home planet of Randan, who knows what the actual situation will be? 】

Johnson was noncommittal.

[So, if you have time, you should go and talk to Riemanrus, and you can try to make friends with him.] 】

“…… Make? ”

Johnson frowned and spoke slowly, his tone like that of a serious child, assiduously learning some jerky word that he had never been exposed to before.

[Yes, befriending.] 】

The Spider Empress quickly examined the thousands of information streams in front of her: with the usual relationship and the successful transaction not long ago, Morgan at this time, the wolf king of Fenris had a very good image in Morgan's mind.

Morgan was happy to discuss things about Riemanrus, and he was happy to see Johnson and Riemanrus get closer: if his Caliban brothers could learn a little bit of the open-mindedness and self-awareness of the Fenris, even a little, it would be of great benefit to the heart and cerebral vessels of the Lord of Avalon.

Therefore, Morgan's words can even be called sincere.

[Find Riemanlus, have a good chat with him, don't quarrel, or, you can see if he has any difficulties, and do your best to provide him with a solution: the result of the method and the method do not matter, sincerity is a wonderful existence that can be separated from reality. 】

“……”

Johnson blinked.

He was still staring at the star chart, constantly planning, and the Spider Queen was doing the same thing: their conversation was accompanied by Morgan's soft admonitions, and the long silence of the Lord of Caliban, and the loss of the core topic of the discussion came to an end.

Even Morgan didn't know if Johnson had listened to her.

She didn't care, either.

She had more important things to do.

——————

[Carthage must be destroyed......]

Again, the Spider Queen almost couldn't help but mumble to herself, but this time, Johnson seemed completely accustomed to the scene.

Thus, Morgan was able to work in a kind of undisturbed quiet, and at the same time use these collections to tell stories, and stir up layers of waves in the ocean of his heart.

In fact, she didn't know what the specific meaning of this was, or rather, as they really embarked on a journey to destroy the entire Randan civilization, in her heart, some kind of ritual that had never been valued before was finally inspired and began to operate.

And at the heart of that operation was what her genetic father called a gift, a piece of metal that almost no one could fathom: although the Spider Empress had always insisted on using countless alien souls and wails to maintain the flames in her heart to scorch this piece of metal, it had never been so active and intense as it was now.

It's as if only the end of a hegemonic civilization like Ran Dan can arouse the great interest of this strange metal: this phenomenon can't help but remind Morgan of all the speculations he had deduced before, and he was inexplicably chilled.

Although she tried her best to suppress this inner turmoil to avoid her distractions from disturbing the rest of the battle, some things seemed to take a far higher priority than the Spider Queen's long-held rationality.

After a long period of work, the Lord of Avalon realized that her brain seemed to have some facts, some knowledge, some knowledge of other realms: it was as if her genetic father had already designed this, but only when she reached this point could it be turned on automatically.

【……】

Morgan frowned at the thought of this.

During this time, or rather, after the expeditionary fleet officially set sail, several particularly striking words were constantly wandering in her mind with the sound of the strange metal: the distraught Spider Queen grabbed them, intentionally or unintentionally, but only caught two of them.

Civilization, with, perish.

……

Two unremarkable words, but uncontrollably surging waves in her mind: along with these two words, such as the fall of Carthage, the submission of Gaul, the battle of the sword, the Ragnarok, or the one-four-five-three......

All sorts of seemingly unrelated historical stories and legends involuntarily popped up in the depths of her memory, and they were connected in her mind, like some silent reminder and an omen.

Morgan couldn't fathom the mystery of this, and she hated being dragged into a vortex without considering her feelings: even the unforged Spear of Eros, gifted by her genetic father, with its visible power, could not make the Spider Empress feel better if it was constantly responding to the events of civilization, destruction, and the fall of the stars in Morgan's mind.

She had a vague hunch.

In these days, she kept whispering all kinds of history and legends: whether it was Carthage, Gaul, or even the legendary Camelot and Asgard, in the fragments whispered by the Spider Queen, it seemed that the moment when they died and civilization was cut off.

And according to reality: the purpose of their trip is indeed to destroy a civilization that was once incomparably powerful and brilliant, and has left a strong mark on the galaxy.

This is undoubtedly an atrocity: a justifiable atrocity.

But it was this act that made the Spear of Eros excited like never before.

So......

A terrible weapon that will rejoice in the demise of civilization: it is even very likely that it will feed on it.

What is it made of?

Or: when, when will this kind of thing be used?

Imperial ......

And why give it to her?

【……】

Morgan came up with a speculation.

But she didn't dare to think any further.

(End of chapter)