[The rise of an empire requires the fall of countless empires, just like the crown of a king, which needs the blood of countless kings. 】

[For the empire, expansion is its life, war is its food, the army is its blood, and when its territory can no longer expand, the army can no longer be brave, and has to usher in peace, that is the beginning of its decline and death. 】

[Therefore, we need war, just as empires need war: it has nothing to do with justice, no honor, no interests, no ideology or class identity, it is only for a longer life, just for the empire to continue to exist.] 】

[And for the sake of our existence, they must die, they must go through war, fire, and ravage, and they must fall into the abyss with their proud civilization, and become abundant nourishment for another victory.] 】

They may never understand the mystery, but it doesn't matter. 】

[Because, they have to be accepted.] 】

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On the third day of the war, Morgan stood alone in front of the star map, countless brass-shaped sensors, dials, and remote birdplanes still loyally guarding her sideburns, like a bunch of pedantic knights who only knew how to hold their posts.

And a little closer, those symbols and numbers that rushed like the flood of early spring, through the contemplative and data links around her, poured into the command network and also poured into her side, without stopping for a moment, until the genetic prototype was completely submerged in the sea of battle, so that her originally silver-white hair was completely immersed in the bright blue reflection.

The Spider Empress's gaze roamed through these vital numbers, using her will to arbitrate the lives and deaths of countless warriors thousands of miles away, watching the bloody battle of the main force of the First Legion on the [One], and also watching the efficient operation of the destruction forces at the edge of the galaxy, and she did not dare to let her guard down for a moment.

At the same time, there is still a considerable amount of energy that needs to be placed in the center of the battle line, because Ran Dan's fleet is constantly rushing from the deepest home star of the galaxy, and the main fleet of the Human Empire is engaged in bloody exchanges, and the battle lines of the two sides have been repeatedly tugging for many days, and hundreds of firefights are recorded from the asteroid-dense void every second, recording the pride and fall of countless war engines.

And all of this was less than a third of all the messages, and the war was like the palm of a young god, hastily reaching into a bag full of spikes, leaving behind countless crimson sacred blood, every drop of which needed to be carefully wiped by the vicious angel of the Spider Queen.

Compared to these flickering and most anxious war fronts, the second-class mission data, such as the dawnbreaker legion's assault in the Void Fortress community, the space wolf legion's recent situation beyond the distant stars, and when the next batch of supply fleets should be safest to sail into the war zone, also occupy the already somewhat exhausted energy of the Lord of the Second Legion, and each of them, if taken out individually, is also a point worth taking seriously, with a large amount of data that mortals simply cannot effectively absorb, They could only flock to the Spider Queen's side together.

But compared to [One], they are all irrelevant.

In the world of the fortress named [No. 1], when the sleepless war has burned a full fifty Terra standards, the main force of the Dark Angel Legion is following their genetic prototypes, methodically uprooting the alien fortresses on the surface, constantly dividing and surrounding hundreds of millions of alien legions, and then sending them into the non-existent purgatory in an orderly manner.

On the third day after the start of the war, more than 80% of the land of this fortress the size of Holy Terra was planted with the flags of the Empire and the First Army, and the siege on the surface was far faster than the last air supremacy battle in low-earth orbit: when those dilapidated Randan warships were still clinging to their last few airspace in the [No. 1] Domain, the lord of Caliban, who commanded the pro-army on the ground, had already cut off the ugly head of the commander of the Randan Fortress. Reduced the mountain-like forts and military stations to dust.

At the very first moment of the beginning of this war, the Emperor's lion opened its bloody mouth, revealing his sharpest and deadliest fangs: after being detached from the high position and vision required to coordinate the overall situation, no longer as the commander-in-chief for whom he was not suited, but returned to the simplest front-line commander, all the potential and strength of the Calibans finally got the most suitable stage to play.

Zhuang Sen, who walked out of the forest of giant beasts and the hall of the knights, could only step on the battlefield, in addition, even the staff room or strategic warehouse closely related to the battlefield would make his mane feel inexplicably depressed.

So, after leading 50,000 of the best dark angels, as well as some necessary backup means, to launch a strategy against [No. 1], Johnson's progress even far exceeded Morgan's estimate, he accurately grasped every undetectable loophole in the Ran Dan defense line, and in those places where even the Spider Empress could not find the weakness, relying on his beastly intuition, he stabbed out one after another ruthless moves that made the alien defenders bleed.

According to Morgan's estimates, the [No. 1] offensive and defensive battle, which was supposed to last at least a week, ended with the Alien Main Fortress being planted with the banner of the Empire in the sixty-second hour after it actually began: Ran Dan's organized defense had collapsed, and the remaining stragglers were just minor troubles that could be solved by mortal auxiliaries.

At this time, less than eighty Terra standard hours had passed since the first warship loyal to the Human Empire rushed into the galaxy and ignited the flames of this war.

The Spider Empress took an extra second to feel the strength of her blood relatives, and she suddenly understood why in the First Legion, there was so much dissatisfaction with Johnson, but those Terra veterans who were above the top and did not even respect the blood authority of the Father of Genes would still obey every order given by their genetic primitives on the battlefield.

Because they know that will be the key to victory.

Johnson is indeed not suitable for too large and complex battlefields, but when the war is confined to the continents and planets that are close to each other, he is the most fearsome opponent and the sharpest general that no one wants to face.

There may not be any Primordial that can outperform the Calibans when it comes to how to act as a deadly dagger: Horus is not as intuitive as Johnson, Killiman is not as decisive as Johnson, and as for Ferrus, he is indeed a perfect war combinator, but that's about it.

The best generals need a little innate inspiration, whether it is savage or cunning, cruel or ruthless, but it will not be a conformist calculation: in this regard, Ferrus suffers a little.

In the blink of an eye, the Lord of the Second Legion took a moment to understand all this, and then she immediately retracted her attention from [One], glad that she could divert her free energy elsewhere: the next moment, thousands of firefighting messages and action reports poured in from all over the galaxy, mixed with tens of thousands of casualties and damage reports that had already piled up.

The naval battle at the forefront of the battle line is naturally the most important of all information, those such as Coswayne, Arachos, Rana and Bayar, from the two Astarte legions, second only to the genetic primitives, have commanded nearly a thousand warships, in the salient closest to the home planet of Randan, for three days without sleep, their battle line is ethereal, any asteroids and wreckage that can be used as markers have long since dissipated.

The destruction of the two alien space stations and the battle of the six Imperial cruisers came to Morgan's mind almost simultaneously, but they did not make the slightest wave, although every word symbolized endless blood, although the Lord of the Second Legion could see everything on the battlefield between the lines: torpedoes, light spears, and nova cannons ravaged the crumbling line, and the flames gradually dissipated into the light of the Void Shield, mercilessly engulfing every inch of the deck and belly compartment, and thousands or more soldiers would be reduced to ashesTheir blood will be accompanied by ions, gushing out of the cracked ship's pipes, drowning in the darkness of the Void.

But even though this scene could be vividly displayed in front of her eyes, the Lord of Avalon did not fluctuate in the slightest: sacrifices like this are common in war, even the fall of a new battleship, or the capture of a satellite-class alien fortress, is just a relatively bright wave in the ocean of war, and the moment these news appear in front of Morgan, they have become meaningless.

It took the Spider Empress less than a second to deal with them, she didn't do anything, but turned her spirit into a thousand invisible psionic tentacles, fulfilling the decision of her brain: she managed to process at least a third of these messages in the first moment, and before the next second, she finished processing the rest of the information, and even had time to take a second overview of the situation in the galaxy, adjust the few gaps that were about to appear, and unhurriedly draw a wave of nutrients from the places where the battle was most intense, to support next-second consumption.

After doing all this, the Spider Empress found that there seemed to be a little time before the next second came, so she took the time to pay attention to the situation near Mandeville Point: there were at least a thousand warships waiting to enter the subspace, most of them were loaded with supplies to support the continuation of this war, while others were crammed with mortal legions as a new force, and to control and gather these still leaping forces, and to ensure that they would not be disturbed by the strangeness in the subspace, It was a task so difficult that the Spider Empress could only handle herself, and she couldn't even trust any of her think tanks at this point, because their brains would not hesitate to explode because of the sheer amount of data.

After once again directing the parts of the subspace, the Spider Queen heard a distinct click, coming from her neck that hadn't moved for a long time, but she didn't have time to care about it: the new fleets that had just arrived from Mandeville Point, still needed her diversion and assignment, and they would become the latest element of this rock-pile war, propelling the fleets ahead, like the merciless cold rivers of the Ice Age that had swallowed the original mountains for countless epochs, until the great wave reached the home planet of Randan.

Morgan took another moment to address these issues that required constant attention, and she felt that her mind was tumbling with countless accumulated alien souls screaming and being thrown into the incinerator to support the Spider Queen's state to remain on the same level as Killiman and Perturabo: she didn't know how long she needed to stay in this state, she was just glad that there was no shortage of fresh food around her, and there were billions of alien soul consumables on the [No. 1] captured by Johnson alone, The biggest problem Morgan faced was that he didn't have enough time to pick them all up.

But even so, in the last moment of the second, the Lord of Avalon completed her last homework: she quickly collected and sifted through the information of the main battlefields, wrote down the general situation and her analysis at lightning speed, and then threw it through her personal contact with Caliban's blood relatives.

Although he didn't add a single explanatory sentence, Morgan was sure that Johnson knew what she was saying: since the highest priority [One] had been solved, it was time for the Lord of the Dark Angels to choose his next target.

Whatever Johnson chosen, Morgan has a reason to throw the corresponding front out to reduce the pressure on herself and improve her mastery of the other fronts.

The Calibans didn't let her down in the end.

About five seconds later, Johnson, who was still on the surface of [One], responded to the Spider Empress's message: the lion marked three of the several main battlefields, namely two strategically important fortresses, and a satellite that had changed hands twenty-eight times, and as for the rest, he threw them all back intact.

The Caliban also did not mark any explanatory words, and he didn't even bother to write a word, but Morgan still understood what he meant: the three goals marked out by Johnson would be solved one after another in the future, and as for the rest, it was still up to the Lord of the Second Army to coordinate the overall situation.

And it seems that he has no intention of returning to his Indomitable Truth: as soon as he left the Glorious Queen-class battleship and led the five hundred men and the main force of the First Legion to the front in person, the Lord of Caliban handed over his flagship, his fleet, the remaining strength of his Legion, and all the auxiliary forces to the Lord of the Second Legion.

And he himself was on the front lines of the war, one front at a time: he even looked like he was enjoying it.

【……】

Well, that's Johnson: he can only think about one thing at a time, and he does very well in the area where he is temporarily concentrated, but he will deal with other areas at an extremely bad level, or even ignore them outright.

If this kind of behavior is enlarged in the military field, it is Johnson's evaluation as a military strategist: the best general, and the somewhat crappy overall commander, and Morgan are almost completely opposite, but completely complementary.

After all, the Spider Empress may not be outstanding in terms of improvisation of tactical command, but in any field involving [global] and [multi-threading], she is enough to be the first sequence of the genoplasm alongside Killiman, Dorn, and Perturabo: even Horus and Ferrus are slightly inferior.

Morgan couldn't even imagine how Johnson would have fought this war if he hadn't co-ordinated everything from the fleets on the front line to the supplies in the rear: the answer might have been that if the Spider Empress hadn't appeared, the Lord of Caliban would have passively tapped up his skills as commanders?

Who knows.

Thoughts like this inevitably crossed Morgan's mind, like an anxious student taking an exam, involuntarily playing a song in his head.

The Spider Empress was about to crush these useless feelings, and she continued her seemingly unchanging work, watching with satisfaction as the Empire's war machine wielded its power under her control, crushing through the alien defenses little by little, and turning all her skills into ashes with sheer strength and volume.

At the very front of the battle line, with repeated bloody tug-of-wars, there was finally a trace of emptiness in the rear of the Ran Dan fleet, and although the continuous torrent had not yet dried up, there were already a few signs of exhaustion, and the two legion commanders were holding on to another batch of reinforcements, looking for the opportunity to break through the void defense line.

At the very edge of the galaxy, the Dark Angel detachment with their names erased appeared in Morgan's message, they simply reported their results, and the Spider Queen did not ask them for more, secrets and trust thrived in this strange atmosphere, followed by the dead alien world, and the countless delicacies on it.

The Lord of Avalon also happened to notice that although these quietest warriors under Johnson's command had always been as silent as machinery, they had a little bit of a living breath after all, and even if they didn't have to see each other, they could feel it: the most obvious thing was that although their reports were highly similar, they were a little different each time, and they could even detect the difficulty of the mission.

However, there are a few reports from the [Dark Angel Detachment], which are exactly the same every time, and even a little frightening, when the Spider Queen takes a casual look, she also finds that she can't smell a single star of soul in those high-speed moving extermination order execution ships.

But these ships were able to navigate the fiercest battles, and they drove even better than the most seasoned captains, and they were also the most efficient of them: the Spider Empress didn't think about it, she just casually sighed that her blood relatives really had a lot of background.

After all, she felt no less than ten [detachments] like this.

Compared to these little secrets of the First Legion, the respectful tone of communication from the Dawnbreaker Corps made the Genoplasm feel limited comfort: the Void Stations dotted around [One] were finally knocked down by Morgan's children one by one, and they waited for the next order to be given.

The Spider Empress did not hesitate, she did not even ask too much about casualties, but quickly opened the star map, searched for the gaps in the most important fronts, and sent her heirs one by one: a team of nearly 20,000 men, except for the necessary reserves, was sent over without reservation.

Morgan knew that under the continuous onslaught of the human empire, these gaps in the human front were not accidental mistakes, but the consequences of Ran Dan's desperate counterattack: the battle there was destined to be the most tragic, so tragic that her already small heirs could suffer hundreds or even thousands of terrible casualties, such a number was enough to make her mad and desperate, and personally rush to the forefront of the war.

But even so, Morgan knew that she had to send her offspring over, because these most dangerous breaches also had the most important tactical value corresponding to them, and the loss of each of them could completely bury a detachment, or even shake the tide of war, in the face of such danger, whether it was the Dark Angel or the Dawnbreaker, their lives must become expendables of war, and they must give everything for the probability after the decimal point.

Johnson has thrown the vast majority of his heirs into battle, and the Dark Angels have carried a battle that spans half a galaxy and have paid a near-five-figure death toll in the last three days: should Morgan's heirs be a spectator?

You know, from the moment they were created, no Astarte warrior has been tasked with living a long life.

Acknowledging this fact made Morgan uncomfortable.

But if this fact is ignored, Morgan also knows that she can't afford the consequences.

【……】

The mission was accurately transmitted to all the Dawnbreaker companies in the next second, and one after another, the companies that had sworn to give everything they had to Queen Avalon poured into their respective warships and rushed to the most terrifying hell.

The Spider Empress took a second to watch their ships rush to the front line, she sighed and mobilized the fleets around her, desperately seizing air supremacy along the way, ensuring that her children could stand alive in the killing arena and die a more meaningful death than to die in a space battle: there were already more than a million mortal auxiliaries who had endured this fate in the last three days.

That's all Morgan can do for her offspring, and when she shudderes her eyes again and looks at the star map on the front line, whether it's the Dark Angel or the Daybreaker, it's the same consumable in her eyes.

There is no difference between them.

The Spider Empress blinked, settling her thoughts, and the action took her another second, and thousands of mixed messages were already piling up on either side of her.

After another sigh, the Spider Queen continued her homework: she had to maintain this terrible and pathetic posture until this war moved to the next stage.

But even she didn't know when the next stage would come, and which commander would open it: the main fleet that was steadily advancing here, the lion that had already rushed to the next battlefield, or the confluence of Riemanlus and Luther that was said to be going well outside the field?

She didn't know.

She could only guess.

Maybe it's Johnson.

Maybe it's Luther.

Maybe it's Conrad.

Or...... Even Ruth.

(End of chapter)