It was only on the eighth day of the start of this war of extinction that Bayar saw the full appearance of the mother planet of Randan for the first time.

And the gray planet in front of him made this veteran of Terra, who had been fighting for more than two hundred years, have a very bad association: how similar this world is to the sacred Terra in his memory.

The resemblance is unsettling.

……

Thankfully, he didn't have time to think about it that much.

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The war has been going on for eight days.

The silent army of the Lord of Humanity bit the retreating alien warship, chasing it from the very edge of the galaxy all the way to this shore of the sun, without the slightest stop, and the battle was staged all the time, taking thousands of lives.

Thousands of ships of all shapes and sizes churned in a web of intertwined firepower large enough to cover the entire world, boiling spears, macro cannons, torrents of plasma, and antimatter bombs illuminated the entire galaxy without interruption, and short-range hot-melt torpedoes and air-dropped assault ships flew side by side, spreading death together, their impact making a noise in those close to the bridges and decks.

The commander of the second company of the Dawnbreaker Legion, the undisputed and most powerful champion swordsman under the command of the Lord of Avalon: Bayar, and his ship [Galiano], are among the core participants in this war storm, and even the eye of the storm itself.

In the past eight Terra Standard Days, both the Galliano and the five hundred Terra Veterans of the Daybreaker have earned a terrible reputation as the Lord of Destruction on this galaxy-spanning battlefield, and they have used their blades to pry open the alien fortresses that hold key nodes and kill thousands of human soldiers.

But a victory like this could not be without a price: by the time the Gialiano had reached its final level, Bayar had lost forever forty-three of its brave men, all of whom had come out of the Terra Unification War, and twice as many warriors who were too badly wounded to participate in the next gang fight.

Such a loss was quite huge for the entire Dawnbreaker Legion, but Morgan's champion swordsman knew that he should be glad that if the entire company had not undergone a second transformation of the Mother of Genes before this expedition, this casualty number would have at least doubled by now.

At least in the past, a situation like a broken spine or the loss of half of the neck would definitely not be able to be saved, but now, as long as the pharmacists accompanying the team move fast enough, such seriously injured people will only be sent to [No. 1] and be absent from this war.

"Is there a new order from the original?"

On the scarred bridge of the Gialiano, the second company commander of the Dawnbreaker gathered his most trusted officers and staff: the team had shrunk by at least a third compared to before the battle.

"Not yet."

The answer to the champion swordsman was Sergeant Orlando, a newcomer who joined the Second Legion at the end of the Terra Unification War, and his position was recently established by the Spider Empress, aiming to root the will and orders of the Gene Prototype at the grassroots level of the Legion.

Orlando, who can hold such a key position, naturally has a good and loud voice, as well as the attitude and ability to make everyone in the company trust, when he recounts the last order of the genetic prototype, even the allies of Reza, who are desperately maintaining this huge instrument on the side, can hear it clearly with the lowest frequency of senses.

"According to the previous order of the original body, the next target of our company will be a star fort numbered [B97], which is in the low-earth orbit of the home planet of Randan, because of gravity and ground anti-aircraft fire, the ship cannot launch an offensive nearby, and can only carry out a strong attack."

With the words of the sergeant, Bayar immediately turned on the holographic projection, so that the target appeared in front of everyone's eyes: the size of the star castle itself is very vague, it is a little too big to say that it is a comet, but it is a little too small to say that it is a satellite, but in any case, this space station that appeared in front of them, with no less than forty artillery platforms, turbolasers and missile batteries to arm itself, is definitely an existence that can stump the battleship formation.

"Look at the decks and dockyards, I swear they're a thousand years old."

"You should keep an eye on those Void Shields, the battleship's all-main gun salvo doesn't seem to be of any use against it, and I even doubt that our jumper torpedoes will be able to knock it off."

"Trust the technology provided by the Dark Angel Legion, although those guys will not be completely reliable in anything, but when it comes to secret weapons, they are absolutely reliable."

There was a murmur from the crowd, and everyone could see the antiquity of the fortress, and naturally thought of another question: a fortress with such a long heritage, who knows how many times it has been strengthened and strengthened.

Perhaps another vicious battle that will require the loss of dozens of fighting brothers.

Thoughts like this are silently settled, but no one is going to refute the orders from their genetic mothers: in fact, it is the terrible casualties and wars that make these Terra veterans feel familiar compared to the previous [small fights] in the Far Eastern Frontier.

"Are we going it alone?"

Bayar stared directly at the holographic projection, his concern for more serious issues.

"The Dark Angel Legion will send two knights to operate with us, but their numbers are immeasurable, because these two knights, like us, have been fighting for eight days of high-intensity battles, and they will definitely not be full."

"Terra, or Caliban?"

"Supposedly Terra."

"That's okay, at least the Terra people's combat power is absolutely trustworthy."

The words of the champion swordsman caused a chuckle among the fighting brothers on the side.

"Don't say that, Bayar: look at these new blood in our legion, don't they perform very well on the battlefield, especially that Hecht, whose company is closely behind us, and is not inferior in terms of performance."

"I'm going to be jealous if you say that again."

The Champion Swordsman recognized it as a voice that had been fighting with him for more than a hundred years, and he returned with a smile and a pretended sourness: and rightfully received a doubly happy response.

Bayar's brow furrowed.

Primitive...... Oh no, the Emperor is above, they do need such a brief relaxation now.

"It's good, but it's not good enough."

"I don't have the confidence to hand over the legion to these little cubs, especially that Hecht, his strength is indeed good, and the future can be expected, but in a short time: let's let us old guys work harder."

There was laughter from the crowd.

Bayar, on the other hand, looked at his sergeant again.

"Are there only two knights?"

"Those secrets of the First Legion will not be put into this attack?"

"If we put that stuff in, what else do we need to do?"

Orlando helplessly spread his hands.

"You know, Company Commander Bayar: In the past eight days, the number of tactical key points captured by the Dark Angels has been three times that of ours, and the most difficult bones to gnaw on are even the ones that need to be personally led by their genetic protogens and shaken with full firepower."

"I heard that His Excellency Johnson has not closed his eyes for eight whole days, and the knights who have followed him have been rotated four times, and he has to follow the five hundred people on the left and right every time he goes out to fight, and this time it seems that the losses are quite heavy, and the leader alone has changed three."

"After this battle, the Terra veterans of the First Legion are estimated to be left with one in ten."

Orlando's subconscious emotion made Bayar's brow jump, and he instinctively wanted to stop such words, but when he thought of the fact that he had gone to the Dark Angel Legion to find his former friend before this battle began, he couldn't open his mouth.

In the end, he just sighed.

"This is the price of victory, and the fate of us Terra, Orlando: don't apply our Mother of Genes to other Primordial Adults, our Mother of Genes is unique in terms of offspring, and in terms of fate, we Terra veterans who served in the Second Legion are also unique."

"Think about what we've just done, Orlando: we're shocked by the casualties of more than a hundred of our fighting brothers, just twenty years ago, triple-digit casualties were a common occurrence for us."

"That's right."

Orlando's smile was a little ashamed.

Just like Bayar said, before the return of the Lord of the Second Legion, although the Second Legion at that time was only 10,000 or 20,000 people, he only felt sorry for the hundreds of casualties, and he would definitely not make such a fuss as now.

Before she knew it, the Spider Empress seemed to have influenced the minds of the entire legion.

"In this way, we have a bit of a resemblance to our Primordial Adult: we have all become like her, a little inexplicably petty in terms of casualties among the soldiers."

Bayar glanced at the battle reports of the Avalon auxiliaries on the side, and the various logos and summaries that he had squeezed out of his teeth and painted on those reports, and without committality, he looked at the holographic projection in front of him again: the time above showed that the second company's inter-battle rotation was almost over.

So, he ended the conversation.

"It's only a good thing to be like your own genetic body, Orlando."

"At the very least, it's a good thing that we're like our genetic mother."

"As for the fighting brothers of the other legions, then I can only hope that the emperor will bless them."

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[What's the situation there?] 】

"Just dealt with, what about you?"

[I've arrived at my destination. 】

"Good."

In the mouth of the Spider Queen, there was a slight relaxation, she glanced at the planet in the holographic projection, and for a moment, she felt a little addicted to it.

As a genetic protogen, the Lord of Avalon is different from most of her brethren in one thing: as an officially returned heir to the Emperor, Morgan has never returned to Holy Terra, to the place where humanity began, to receive a full education, or to feel the core, proudest, and most powerful side of the Human Empire.

According to the Primordials who learned this, such as Fogham and Perturabo, Morgan's lack of information about this experience was an unacceptably great loss, and they even encouraged the Spider Queen to get her Terra trip back.

However, in the eyes of other genetic protogens, such as Killeman and Johnson, the so-called Sacred Terra Journey is no more than Erl, far less important than the Great Expedition in front of them.

In Morgan's eyes, although she has no more desire for Divine Terra, she also hopes to have a trip to Terra: if nothing else, in this birthplace of humanity, a little bit of good stuff back to Avalon is enough to make the Spider Queen smile.

And now, the Lord of the Far Eastern Frontier has a strange feeling: although she has never seen Divine Terra with her own eyes, or even seen the corresponding picture, Morgan feels that the appearance of the so-called Divine Terra should be no different from the Randan mother planet in front of her.

On a terrestrial planet that is not huge and does not have a discernible climate, the gray industrial fog envelops everything, but the barren soil, the polluted atmosphere, and the huge labyrinthine nest can be clearly observed in the void.

Even the Spider Queen's psionic sense could not detect how many aliens there were in this world no bigger than Divine Terra: through a cursory perception of the soul breath, Morgan temporarily set the number at [trillions].

……

Terrible numbers.

Sad numbers.

Delicious numbers.

……

The Spider Empress licked the corners of her mouth, which had been dry from long hours of intense work, and her gaze casually looked at the three huge orbital defense systems on the outside of Randan's home planet, which were like three rings of steel, covered with dense star castles and space stations: the only thing to be thankful for was that these three rings of steel looked like they hadn't been repaired for a long time, and large areas had been visibly abandoned by the naked eye.

Morgan stared at these alien wonders, and couldn't help but think of a way to get some compensation from them: the temporary casualties of the Dawnbreaker Legion had been reported by the various companies and handed over to her desk, and the death toll was much lower than she had imagined, but it was enough to cut off a piece of flesh alive from the unopen-minded and ungenerous heart of the Lord of Avalon.

The moment she saw the death toll of her heir, the Lord of Avalon swore that she would never return empty-handed in this battle: whether it was the common technology of the Randan Empire in some aspects of technology and humans, or the ancient secrets that would inevitably exist on the Randan home planet, were already on Morgan's list of raiders.

If Johnson dared to stop her, then he would not want to stay on the Indomitable Truth: when Morgan had packed up the Caliban's pile of knightly belongings and wild goods, he swept the guy out of the house and rushed to Luther's flagship.

In her heart, the Spider Queen was full of confidence and self-deception.

And it was at this time that the communication of the Lord of Caliban was transmitted through the private contact platform of the two genetic protogens.

"Morgan, I seem to be in a bit of trouble here, and I need your help."

[Say.] 】

The Spider Empress was unfazed: although Johnson had encountered obstacles at this point and was not in her original plan, the long time together had allowed Morgan to hear every detail of the Caliban's lion's voice.

Just by the slight ups and downs in Johnson's tone, Morgan could be convinced that Johnson was just in literal trouble, and that it wasn't worth her panic.

"On the way back to the Indomitable Truth with my team, I found that there was a very suitable place to stay on the low-earth defense orbital platform of the Randan home planet: there were not many defenses there, and I decided to launch a surprise attack there, and the coordinates had been sent to you in advance."

The Caliban spoke patiently, but there was some unconcealed exhaustion in his tone, and according to Johnson's words, Morgan guessed his intentions with only a cursory glance.

[You don't have enough troops at hand. 】

"Yes."

"I need you to mobilize all the fourteenth and twenty-second knights under my command, and you can find a way to plug the loopholes in the battle line that appear, and then mobilize at least three battleship formations and two base supplies, I need all this to be completed in half an hour."

[Understood.] 】

"If I can, I will need follow-up troops of the same size to expand the results at the right time: your company or mine will do, but preferably full, because I am not sure of the scale of the battle ahead."

[Understood.] 】

The demands of the Lord of Caliban were fired like cannons, but they did not disturb the rhythm of the Spider Empress in the slightest: it took Morgan less than a few seconds to gather everything Johnson needed from the already stretched battle line and supplies, and her will was connected by the sea of souls, transformed into words, and delivered into the ears of each corresponding high-ranking Astarte officer and mortal captain, silently squeezing out these astronomical supplies from the seemingly just right front.

[I can give you three bases of material replenishment, Johnson, but you must first assure me that you will not have a sudden material request in the next battle: our logistics are already on the verge of a red line. 】

"Bring the supplies over first."

At the mention of the extra supplies, the Caliban's usually low voice was extremely light.

[What about your protection?] 】

“……”

【……】

“……”

"How long will it take for the two knights I want to arrive?"

【……】

[The Fourteenth Knights have been withdrawn from their battle line, I let my twenty-third company temporarily go up, as for the twenty-second Knights, I don't recommend that you mobilize them, their battle losses have exceeded seventy. 】

[Let's use the Fifth Knights, they still retain most of their combat power, and their tactical style is also suitable for this kind of blitzkrieg combat, so I'll adjust the battle line they are on first.] 】

"Okay, listen to you."

I don't know if it was due to excessive fatigue or other reasons, but there was a kind of gentleness in the hoarse voice of the Lord of Caliban: although this mildness did not alleviate the strange feeling in the Spider Empress's heart.

Giving the command of the First Army to Johnson: I always feel weird.

Morgan blinked, eliminating this meaningless thought, and her pupils were overwhelmed by the endless stream of data in the next instant: there were thousands of follow-up modifications needed to suddenly change the battle line on a large scale and mobilize materials, and even directly affected the next plan for the air supremacy of the Randan's home planet, which was enough to reduce countless ingenious plans to waste paper.

Fortunately, the Spider Empress had long since adapted to Johnson's casual tactics, and she knew that this was the military style and strength of the Caliban: while Johnson's casual actions had caused a terrible waste of supplies during those eight days, they would not have been able to make it all the way in just eight days without his command and beastly instincts.

It took about thirteen seconds for the Spider Empress to fully compensate for the impact of Johnson's plan, and then, she took her energy out and focused on something else: the small fleet carrying the Tuchucha engine, escorted by her head of internal affairs and Virgo, even Johnson did not know their exact movements, and the fleet had successfully joined up with Luther's ships, which meant that their reinforcements were about to arrive.

It also means that there seem to be a few more mouths for supplies: for a while, the Spider Queen doesn't know whether to be happy or sad.

On the other hand, the low-earth orbit offensive on the home planet of Randan has also been accompanied by the fleet of the Human Empire, sending the first cannonballs towards this lair of sin, and officially begins, a company of ten Daybreakers has been thrown into the fierce competition for those orbital space stations and weapon platforms, although this number is far less than the investment of the Dark Angel, but it is enough to make the Spider Queen feel worried.

When the workload eased a little and her energy was able to be drained, Morgan seriously thought about whether to intervene in the fight of her heirs in those metal tombs, but her reason eventually prevailed over her extreme desire to protect her private property, allowing the Lord of Avalon to continue to make the right decisions.

Morgan knew very well that she had to stay here now, even for the sake of the casualties of the Dawnbreaker Legion: after all, there seemed to be something more worthy of her as a psionic queen in the sea of souls than the petty fights in the orbital space station.

【……】

In the next moment, the Spider Empress handled the messages simply and rudely, and she was able to have a free time for her spirit to dive into the sea of souls, to open her third eye and look at the Randan Mother Star at her feet.

【……】

【……】

I don't know why, in this nest of sin that should have never been met, the Spider Queen felt an inexplicable ...... Familiar.

It feels like ......

A......

Hometown cuisine?

(End of chapter)