"So ......"

"Am I late?"

[It's not too late.] 】

At least you didn't miss the most important salt sprinkling link. 】

[Moreover, it is better to come a little later than to come a little earlier.] 】

"How?"

[Latecomers and beneficiaries are synonymous in many cases, not to mention ......]

[Thinking about Duran's time, didn't Johnson just go early: what happened after that, I think the three of us couldn't be clearer. 】

“……”

#芬里斯式笑声#

"If you do it again......"

"I'm not going to lose to him."

Riemannus muttered to himself, his voice soft and serious, not at all like a Fenris: like the pretentious Expeditionary Fleet Commanders who had come out of Sacred Terra.

But almost in the next second, the kind of carelessness and savagery that was too real returned to the face of the genetic prototype of the Sixth Legion, and the wolf king rubbed his golden beard and said other jokes comfortably, intending to quietly break away from this somewhat inconvenient topic.

Morgan frowned, not caring about the Fenris's swirling pride, she had more important things to solve: the endless souls who still roamed the sea of souls, their terrible roars even weakened the curtain between the real universe and the subspace, and plunged most of the expeditionary fleet into inexplicable chaos and unease.

However, these small riots, in the face of the great victory of the extinction of Randan, and the joy of the successive arrival of the support fleet, were really not worth mentioning, and did not interfere with all the procedures after the end of the war, and continued their operation.

After breaching the last wall of the Randan Palace, it still took the army of the Human Empire a full three Terra standard days to completely destroy this alien spectacle that had stood for countless eras, during which countless extermination weapons were thrown into the battlefield one after another, and the alien corpses were even piled up taller than the nest on the Holy Terra.

This is more of an overly intense purge than a battle and a division of the massive corpses: the mysterious First Legion, the Brokenclaw Order, and a band of strangely paced Daybreaker warriors roam the Alien Palace, their goals surprisingly identical but not clashing.

Apparently, certain agreements, long before the start of the war, were signed.

After completely razing the palace of the Alien Empire, the Emperor's legions had no reason to remain on the surface, and under the command of the Spider Queen, the huge fleet was once again running at full power, transferring all the Imperial forces that stayed on the surface to countless warships and transports: this process took another whole day.

The Spider Empress even thanked Perturabo in her heart for this: her dear Olympia Iron Brother when she was a mortal officer of the Legion of a Thousand Sons some thirty years ago, but during the Dawn Star incident, she was taught almost hand-in-hand everything about mass fleet dispatch and air-to-ground transportation.

Although Perturabo had only demonstrated such a delicate operation once, it was enough for Morgan to get comfortable with it and spare the energy to deal with her personal affairs.

In the four days that Ran Dan's palace was destroyed and the troops were withdrawn and transported, the billions of alien souls born because of this extermination war had been collected by the industrious genetic primitives, and she even had to pinch out mountains of caves in her soul sea to store those who couldn't eat.

However, it should be noted that when the armies of the Human Empire are all retreating, on the surface of the Randan home planet, in those dark ditches and obscure valleys, there are still a huge number of Landan people: the number of xenomorphs in this world is too large, even after the trio of extermination wars, large-scale sacrifices and precision purges, there are still billions of xenomorphs, escaping the monstrous wrath of the human lord.

But the Empire will never let them go.

The belated Space Wolf Legion has taken over the battle on the ground, tasked with maintaining two huge no-man's lands that serve as a barrier for the human armies to evacuate.

The evacuation was carried out by Luthor, who had landed on the surface, and Morgan, who had returned to the ship, with an astonishingly fast speed, and when the last of the Emperor's warriors had left the worthless Randan home planet, Johnson returned to the center of his long-awaited command on the Indomitable Truth.

Countless virus bombs are waiting for his command: this is all the inventory of the Dark Angel and the Dawnbreaker legions, and even some of the Space Wolves have been waiting for them.

With the order of the commander-in-chief of the Randan Extinction War, all the warships staying in low earth orbit unleashed their anger on the evil planet under their feet, countless virus bombs were dropped at different latitudes and locations, covering the entire surface of the planet, and they were required to wipe out all living things on the surface, and their number and yield were enough to complete this murder mission hundreds of times.

"The virus is said to be able to dissociate cell-to-cell connections at the molecular level, dissolving its victims into puddles of rancid flesh in a matter of minutes, and can also sweep through every corner of the planet, destroying every natural landscape and biological chain: it is so deadly and inhumane, full of unnecessary cruelty, that even the father himself is disgusted by the use of this weapon."

[Does he prefer to use a bipolar tornado?] Or orbital bombardment? 】

While chatting casually with her blood relatives, Morgan fished out hundreds of millions of ordinary Ran Dan souls into her soul net, first sifted them very roughly, and then cut them all into thin pieces, leaving no dirt on them.

It's fuel.

"I don't know."

Riemannlus shook his head full of dirty gold braids, and the wolf-like snow-white canines echoed the atrocities in the distance: with all the virus bombs mercilessly falling to the ground of the Randan home planet, there was a moment of silence, and then, countless origins of evil bloomed all over the world at the same time, devouring everything on the surface at an astonishing speed, leaving only gray wasteland and pitch-black scars, and waves of corruption swept through all regions, bulldozing continents, mountains, and oceans like deadly diseases, Draining all the life of this bustling world.

It's only a matter of minutes.

Three Genogenitors witnessed the destruction the whole time: Johnson stood on the podium, his lion-like pupils narrowed into slits, his emerald eyes basking in joy for the sheer destruction, the relief of the savage desire for destruction.

Riemanrus and Morgan sat at the other end of the room, chatting without a word, watching the show through the huge portholes, both of them being a little absent-minded, the Wolf King because of his heart, and the Spider Queen because she was trying to gather the last bit of soul after her meal.

As for Conrad, who wasn't there......

After the Midnight Ghost broke through the alien palace, he continued to roam the battlefield, helping with some combat plans as he pleased, and he was one of the last warriors to leave the surface, and as soon as he returned to the ship, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"The Whole Father does not usually use extermination orders, for there are few worlds that can push him to that point, unless they anger his majesty: for the most part, he always has a way of convincing all his enemies."

Speaking of this, Riemanrus's tone was more like admiration and emotion.

"Perhaps this is the difference between us and our full father: we will only be the general who initiates and sustains the war, and he is the conqueror, the one who can end it."

【……】

[Maybe.] 】

[But at the very least, we've ended the war in front of us and become the exterminator of Randan, haven't we?] 】

The Spider Empress hooked the corners of her mouth, her blue pupils maintained a cold convergence and calculation, and grabbed those alien souls that flowed at the edge of the world, exuding a powerful aura, with the iron claws of psionic energy in turn, and then finely sliced into pieces, completely shattered, removing those remnants of self-consciousness, and kneading them into neat and consistent, beautiful and flavorful psionic meat balls.

It's food.

"It's not us."

Riemanrus shook his head slightly.

"It's Johnson, Johnson is the exterminator of Randan, and you, and so are you, and you share in this great honor of war: although such an honor will soon disappear, because we all know that everything about Randan will no longer appear in the public eye."

"As for me......"

When Riemanrus's eyebrows tightened with his furrowed brow, even the absent-minded Spider Empress instinctively experienced a sadness in the Wolf King's heart: it was so vague and so real.

"I'm not here for Randan, I'm here for something more important: you know, a brother who has made a mistake, a doomed summons, and an executioner who has to stain his hands with blood, and that's the greatest meaning of my father's creation of me and my space wolf."

"Something has to disappear into the darkness of the northern border of the Silver River, and I'm here for it."

The Wolf King's eyebrows were lowered, making it impossible for the Spider Queen to see his pupils.

After a moment of silence, when the last wave of the virus bomb also disappeared in the world beneath their feet, Morgan looked at Riemanruth and spoke.

[Do I and Johnson want to join too?] 】

“……”

The Wolf King smiled reluctantly.

"If I could, I would have liked to be able to solve this matter single-handedly, but unfortunately, I am not a perfect executioner: I am not completely sure against our brother, whether in personal combat or inter-legionary warfare."

[Is he strong?] 】

“……”

Faced with this question, Riemannus almost instinctively grasped the Dionysian spear in his hand: and when he realized what he was doing, he quickly threw the unfortunate divine weapon aside, and the extraordinary metal collided with the ground with a violent noise, attracting even the attention of Johnson, who was still on the podium, sighing at all this.

The wolf king gritted his teeth, he seemed to be immersed in the memories of the past for a while.

"If it is a war between the legions, then no one among our brothers can say that he can win against Heydrich: not even Horus and Dorn, Heydrich knew the art of war, and it was his numerous victories in the Great Expedition that put too much of a filter on him to ignore his increasingly strange and blasphemous behavior."

"And if it was a hand-to-hand fight between the protogens, he didn't stand out as much: I didn't fight him, but it is said that Horus and Fogham had a slight advantage against him, but Dorne and Ferus were defeated by him."

"If I say that, I should be able to defeat him as well: with the exception of Horus, I am confident that all four of the above brothers will be able to defeat or even ...... in battle Knock them down. ”

【……】

Hearing this answer, the Spider Empress, who was cutting and refrigerating countless alien souls, couldn't help but restrain her consciousness a little and shifted her attention to Riemanrus, because in her heart, there was a question that was not too big and small, and it was heating up.

What about me, brother? 】

[What do you think of my strength?] 】

Riemanruth raised an eyebrow: this question was more or less beyond his expectations, and the genetic prototype looked serious about it, and thought about it very seriously.

"If you count psionic powers...... I hate to admit it, but it's true that only Magnus can stand up to you, and the power of the two of you in subspace is too much to upset the balance in battle. ”

"And if you don't count psionic powers......"

"Have you ever fought Killiman? I think you're going to be a close match. ”

[Is he strong?] 】

Morgan blinked, and asked knowingly with an unchanged face.

“……”

"He's got a good gun, better than anyone I've ever seen."

The Wolf King's face was full of sincerity.

【……】

Well, Morgan chose to believe.

Then, both Genoplasms fell silent for a moment: the Fenriss were immersed in thoughts that did not match his appearance, while the Spider Queen was busy turning her psychic powers into fishing nets, fishing for souls that had hidden on the surface and died in the extinction order.

Even if it is a genetic protogen, it will take at least a few hours to process these howling souls, and then it is time to deal with the will of the dead planet: a whole soul of the world that once gave birth to civilization is indeed a great meal, but the essence of this great meal is scattered in all corners of its body, shattered by the fluctuations of war, and it is not easy to eat them.

And so, time passed in an eerie silence, and neither of the two Emperor's sons spoke, but they sat in their chairs, their only movement being to deal with the information that kept coming from their captains and generals beside them.

Behind them, there was a hectic scene: information from the entire war and the Dark Angel Legion was pouring into the high-spirited Lord of Caliban, and the somewhat unpleasant Lion King Governor beside him, while Johnson ignored these and roared loudly, calling out to his most trusted knights, intending to draw a new detachment to be stationed here as Overseers, Sweepers, and Sentinels.

All these orders of the Lion King did not avoid his two blood relatives, so when Riemanlus tilted his head slightly and listened for a few seconds, he whispered a sigh of emotion.

"Fifteen hundred warriors, our brothers are really willing to do it."

[It's just a necessary move, after all, Ran Dan is not an ordinary opponent, and fifteen hundred Terra veterans are actually not too much: can't your legion be drawn? 】

"Of course you can, but if you're like Johnson, as long as you're a Terra veteran, it's really a bit difficult, there aren't too many Terrans in the space wolf, and a large part of them are inconvenient to leave."

Morgan raised an eyebrow, and she glanced up at Riemanruth: when the Spider Queen and the Wolf King sat on the same high seat, the top of her head was roughly at shoulder level with the Fenris.

[I remember that before you returned to the Empire, the size of the Sixth Legion was not small. 】

"yes, but wars are always a bit of a loss, aren't they?"

At this, both Genomorphs laughed in unison, and they glanced at each other, seeing the self-evident words in each other's pupils, which made their smiles even more cheerful.

"I like you, Morgan, you're a smart guy, and you're always easy to get along with, and you make me feel like St. Giles, or Mr. Machado, but you're a little different from them."

[What's the difference?] 】

The wolf king touched his chin.

"You're better suited to be a ruler than Machado."

"And you're better suited as a friend than St. Giles."

[Very high-rated.] 】

"Of course."

He grinned.

"If you want me to say, Johnson's luck is really good: if it weren't for you, this war would probably last a long time: your role in the war is irreplaceable, at least he can't replace your part of the role."

[If Johnson hears this, the two of you will soon repeat the cordial exchange on Duran Star.] 】

"I'm not afraid of him."

The Wolf King blinked, and there was a hint of cunning in his smile.

"After all, he's been fighting for days."

[Some of them won't be able to win, Ruth.] 】

"How can a beast pay attention to honor in battle?"

【……】

“……”

The two genoplasms are silent.

Then, they laughed again.

——————

"Seriously, though, Morgan."

After laughing enough, Riemanrus glanced at a certain Caliban lion who had to immerse himself in the papers, and there was a hint of obvious respect in his tone.

"I actually admire Johnson: don't tell him that."

"Especially when I found out how much the Dark Angel had given in this war, I realized more clearly that our brother was a great man, and I admired him even more than I respected Horus: don't tell Horus about it."

[Then don't tell me, I'm not a dark angel, I don't have this hobby.] 】

Morgan pursed her lips, too much soul intake affected her mind, making her outward emotions a little richer, and there was even a hint of laziness between her gestures: and this irrepressible slackness was also the reason why the Spider Queen ruthlessly ignored Johnson's gaze.

After all, a certain Caliban lion who found himself drowning in the sea of Wenshan had swept here many times with his emerald gaze, either implicitly or obviously, but the only answer to him was the ruthless silver-haired ponytail.

The Wolf King smiled, he didn't care about the complaint in Morgan's words, but as he chewed on the casualties of the Dark Angel in his mouth, the relaxed countenance on his face disappeared imperceptibly: after a while, when the Fenris were completely out of the conversation of the agreement, he looked at his silver-haired blood relatives seriously, hesitated, and spoke.

"Seriously, Morgan, I think you made a mistake."

[Huh? 】

"How can I say it......"

The Wolf King glanced at the high-ranking officers of the Dark Angels who were coming in and out.

"You should be on your own ship now, with your legion: my legion didn't bleed much in the war, so I can stay here, but your legion has made real sacrifices in this war, and you should be by your side, who need your voice and guidance more than ever."

【……】

[Indeed, Ruth]

Morgan nodded, she wasn't unaware of this, she was just waiting for the [Dawning Goddess] to arrive from the temporary dock at the edge of the galaxy: in the last few days when the war situation became clearer, the Second Legion's Queen of Glory-class battleship went to rest, and it would take more than an hour to reach Zandan's home planet.

But even so, the Lord of the Second Legion still has to fight for his heirs.

[But I also want to tell you, my dear brother: my sons are the best of the best, and even when I am not with them, they are able to handle everything just as well, as evidenced by these constant reports.] 】

"I don't doubt that, because I've seen them excellent."

The Wolf King smiled heartily.

"I just want to say that there are some things that can't be expressed by numbers, for example, do you know how much blood your legion has left behind in this war? That's what you have to be ...... them."

[2,128 people died.] 】

“…… What? ”

[7,742 people were slightly injured, of which 7,623 have fully recovered.] 】

Fenris was stunned, and it was Morgan's indifferent brow that answered him.

[1,447 seriously wounded, of which 862 are still being resuscitated and treated, and 69 are seriously wounded: just that second, another soldier died, he was named Zeelander, from the Armeniced Plateau of Holy Terra, who served as a squad leader in the 17th Company, and had served for 147 years, 4 months, and 3 days. 】

[I have met him three times, once on my return, once at the commendation meeting for the Reconquest of Gladstone, where his squad has made a meritorious service, and once before the war of extermination began, when he reported to me as a representative of the 17th Company. 】

[He died of extensive, irretrievable organ burns, and his consciousness was close to blurring before he died, but he was calm and didn't have too many obsessions. 】

[Before he died......]

“……”

The Spider Empress recounts the life, old age, sickness, death, and past experience of one of her warriors in an unimaginably calm, yet slightly mournful tone, as if reading a strange book.

Riemanrus was a little stunned, and he looked at his blood relatives with a new gaze, which was respect, doubt, and appreciation.

"Are you familiar with him?"

[No, brother. 】

[He's just one of the most ordinary warriors under my command.] 】

"Then why are you ......?"

【……】

Morgan looked at the Wolf King, she showed an indifferent smile, and then stretched out one of her fingers, along her neck, slowly drawing a circle: even a primordial body like Riemanrus, who had no research on psionic energy, could clearly feel that on the circle drawn by Morgan, there were huge soul fluctuations, with thousands of invisible lights, like the same aura of loyalty, around the snow-white neck of the Lord of Avalon, like countless satellites guarding their world.

“……”

The wolf king thought of something, and when he looked at Morgan again, there was already the greatest respect in his pupils, and the emotion of looking at a real, admirable blood relative.

Morgan whispered in his emotion.

[I remember each of my children, Ruth, I remember them, whether they are alive or dead, docile or perverse, excellent or mediocre, I will remember them. 】

Because they will never leave me. 】

(End of chapter)