When these strange creatures crawled out of their spatial passages and appeared in front of Morgan's eyes one after another, the pupils of the genetic prototype dilated to the extreme in an instant.

Dangerous!

In the midst of this, some primordial panic erupted from the deepest part of the brain, escaping from the beastly instinctive will, which devoured the rational brain in the blink of an eye, and spread like a virus along the nerves and spine, sending the cold winds of fear through everything and throwing the genogenone into a trembling ice cave.

Dangerous!

Dangerous!

Dangerous breath!

Not enough to kill her, but enough to hurt her, to cause her trouble and pain.

They can do this: despite no reason or basis, Morgan still believes in this conclusion, and she feels a sense of hostility from blood and instinct like a lioness facing a leopard.

Let the cold hairs on her neck stand on end, and rekindle the fear in her heart.

【……】

And this wave of fear is followed by a counterattack of boundless fury.

Morgan frowned, and in her blue pupils, a trace of almost imperceptible cold murderous intent flashed, and the sudden pause of finger tapping, and the leakage of a trace of breath, swept through the entire throne like a storm, mercilessly sweeping over Lord Cypher and the dwarf creatures in green robes.

Everything was just a matter of an eye, and by the time the Spider Queen consciously reined in her breath, the situation had become a little more complicated: or rather, tension.

Mother's brief gaffe is the most urgent and sacred war cry for the stellar maidens, whether it is the Virgo who is already waiting for the battle, or the ophiuchus who is toiling in the laboratory, the moment the wave of air begins to sweep, it quickly flashed in front of the Lord of Avalon, the full fire of the spear and short cannon is enough to instantly tear apart a knight mecha, and now it is all aimed at the Lord of Seifer and those uninvited [guests].

[Stop! 】

Before everything is irreparable, the Spider Queen, who has regained her reason, even if she has contained the accident, has appeased her two creatures with the simplest commands, and her emotions have completed the transformation from fear at the beginning, to anger later, and then to reason now.

The trio of the sea of souls didn't even take a second, when the old guards guarding the door knocked on the door to ask, Morgan easily fooled them, dismissed his two maids, and then focused his playful gaze on these guests in front of the throne.

Johnson told me about you: but he didn't say much. 】

The Spider Queen's laughter struck Lord Cypher's shoulder: the mysterious warrior had been struck down by the inadvertent rage of the Genotype, and was now on his knees sweating profusely, feeling the almost impossible chasm of terror between the Astarte warrior and the Emperor's heir.

On the other hand, the green-robed little people on the side looked much more relaxed: these strange humanoids were not even Morgan's knees, but the magical hoods they wore were enough to hide their faces, so that the Spider Queen could not even detect their faces and interiors.

【……】

A creation not to be underestimated.

Morgan made up his mind about it.

In the middle of the Spider Queen's hesitation, more and more robed villains were accumulating in front of her, like NPCs brushed out of thin air, they first lifted up the obviously unhealthy Seifer Lord, and then like a group of restless cat cubs, huddled together, making a gesture of head to ear, as if internally choosing who to talk to the genotype.

The Spider Empress watched coldly as more than twenty robed villains crowded in front of her, and found that they were constantly communicating and debating with each other, and it seemed that it was difficult to end quickly, so her gaze shifted to Lord Saifer, who had just stood up and was still a little unsteady on his feet.

Morgan's voice was icy: it was a ruthless verdict that no Dawnbreaker had ever experienced, and could not imagine.

[Tell me, Lord Cypher of the Dark Angel Legion: What do you want to do with this group of things that are obviously not human, and come to my flagship through unknown means?] 】

Lord Cypher coughed a little, and seemed to steady his breathing.

"Your Excellency, the first thing I want to tell you is that these creatures in front of you are recognized companions by the Knights of the Caliban, and they have a proper name, the Black Watcher."

"Secondly, it was not I who came with the Black Watchmen: on the contrary, it was the Black Watchmen who sensed your presence and your purpose, and called me to come here with them."

【……】

[You're working with these aliens? 】

"It's Black Watcher......"

[Don't sophistry here!] They can't be humans, then they must be aliens, and the Astarte warriors who are in the same league as the aliens will only have one end: my patience is being consumed by you, Lord Cypher, and you'd better think carefully about your next answer. 】

Johnson will not mind me judging one of his heirs, especially a Legion stain like you: I will give you to my brother Conrad as a reward for being so obedient and sensible all along. 】

“……”

Lord Severer bowed his head, and under his hood, endless sweat was gathering from pressure and fear, soaking his pupils: he knew very well that all Morgan's words were not a bluff, for he felt the most terrible indifference and murderous intent in the soft tone of the Lord of the Second Legion.

Morgan was looking at him: like a piece of pastry that had rotted and rotted.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Lord Cypher struggled to keep his voice calm.

"First of all, I want you to know, Lord Primordial: I was personally appointed by Lord Johnson, and he is aware of the existence of the Black Watchers and my connection to them, both of which he acquiesces in."

"Secondly: the Black Watchers are an important part of the Caliban, they have been on the planet for a long time, and if you want to accomplish anything on the Caliban, you can't get around them anyway."

Lord Cypher's shriveled and vigorous voice echoed in the ears of the genetic protogen, and although Morgan was still entrenched in her throne, she had already put away her murderous aura: the previous terrible words were just a means of deterrence, and although Johnson might not mind Morgan killing one of his heirs, the often-ignored golden greatsword in the Spider Empress's heart doomed her to the impossibility of killing this [innocent person].

At this time, there was information about the Seifer Lord that was also turned out of Morgan's mind: the Spider Empress was a treasure of these mysterious but unclassified documents in the First Legion, and she may be the third person in the galaxy to know about the Dark Angel Legion.

The so-called Lord of Seifer is actually a very vague position: this position does not have any real power, it originated from the various knightly orders of the Caliban world in the past, and its main role was to maintain traditional culture and preside over various ceremonies, so although it has no real power, it has a high status.

After Johnson either united or destroyed all the Knights of the Caliban, the position and responsibilities of Lord Seifer were also absorbed into Johnson's Grand Knights, and were subsequently recognized by the Dark Angel Legion, and there was even a statue of Lord Seifer in the Serapher Room on the Indomitable Truth.

But despite this, the current Lord of Seifer did not participate in the Great Expedition, but stayed above Caliban, and his origin is also very mysterious: he is a mysterious figure promoted by Johnson from an unknown place after unifying all the knights, and no one knows his past and name.

Thinking of this, Morgan couldn't help but sweep his gaze over the Black Wardens: if the current Lord of Cypher did cooperate with these aliens, and Johnson had a tacit attitude towards it......

It looks like she's about to step into some little secret of the Lord of Caliban......

The Spider Queen chuckled.

She had no fear of it: though her lion blood treated her secrets as a big cat to her belly, she was astonishingly sensitive and as close as Morgan, and if she dared to take half a step in the thunder pool, she would be subjected to frenzied beatings and bites from Caliban.

Don't ask her how she knows.

But now, things are different.

Holding the sword of the [Collect Three Artifacts], Morgan has the courage to run rampant on Caliban, even if she blows up this unlucky world, Johnson can't say anything.

A moment of fantasy bloomed in the Spider Queen's mind, and a frightening smile appeared on the corners of her mouth, and in front of this smile, the robed villains who had been arguing silently seemed to have reached some kind of compromise, these living fossils of Caliban in the mouth of Lord Seifer......

……

【……】

Wait a minute!

Morgan's eyes lit up.

Her brain was running: a multi-threaded processor big enough to orchestrate an interstellar empire and master a star-sector war, and it was starting to revolve around a few simple words: Caliban, Black Warden, Ancient, Tri-Artifact......

Ouroboros......

Morgan blinked: those secrets that mortals need to spend more than ten years to uncover are nothing more than a second-of-a-second of speculation and reasoning, screening and summarizing, in front of the powerful computing power and logical array of the Lord of Avalon.

When Morgan spoke again, her voice had turned to affirmation.

Lord of Seifer. 】

She looked at the hooded warrior and then pointed to the robed figure next to her.

[These black watchers, I think what they need to watch over, is the Ouroboros, one of the three artifacts of subspace: that thing is on Caliban right now, and you or they know its location, right?] 】

“……”

"Indeed, Your Excellency, it is precisely because of this that we have come."

[You know, I'm collecting the three artifacts of the subspace. 】

"The Black Watchers are able to see what is happening in the future."

[Ah...... It's prophecy again. 】

Morgan chuckled, her fingers ruffling the ends of her silver hair, glancing at the regained Lord of Cypher, her tone no different from her usual commands.

[In that case, we don't have to waste time on red tape: the ship is about to arrive in Caliban, as soon as we arrive in that world, you and this group of strange things will bring me into front of Ouroboros, let me take it with me, and it will be over.] 】

Do you have any objections? 】

“……”

"Yes."

Lord Cypher almost squeezed this sentence out between his teeth, and as he expected, before the words could land, the killing intent from the genetic prototype had once again turned into an almost substantial blade and stopped on his neck.

You only have one chance. 】

“……”

Lord Cypher was much calmer than Morgan had imagined.

"Because the situation of the Ouroboros is beyond your expectations, Lord Primordial, you will not be able to successfully subdue it, it is more independent, sinful and powerful than the other two subspace artifacts in your hands, and you must get the help of the Black Wardens to take it away."

Will they help me? 】

"It requires you to communicate with them."

【……】

Morgan hesitated, but she finally retracted her killing intent: because the robed villains called the Black Warden had already elected their representatives, and this representative with strange powers was only one step forward, making the Spider Empress feel uncomfortable.

Out of an abundance of caution, Morgan temporarily suppressed the monstrous anger in her heart against the alien: just like she had in front of Tarasin.

And Lord Cypher took a step back, came to the side of the Black Watchers, and after stabilizing his mind, he also took the initiative to ask in some great confusion in his heart.

"I don't understand, my lord: your attitude towards me seems to be completely different from what you have heard."

Morgan glanced at him.

What do you think of me? Do you humbly say hello? 】

“……”

"At the very least, everyone says you're one of the most polite primitives."

[Nice compliment.] 】

Morgan smiled contemptuously.

[But you have to realize one thing, Johnson's warrior: you are a guy who has reached a cooperation with the alien, and it is already the greatest etiquette for me to be able to suppress the anger in my heart when I treat people like you, and you are still alive, and I can release the highest degree of kindness. 】

Lord Seifer was silent for a moment.

"So, you're so angry?"

[Any Primordial will be angry, and mine is even more angry: I hate all Aliens from the bottom of my heart, and all those who are complicit in them.] 】

"But ......"

The Caliban hesitated, as if he was struggling with whether to say it.

"You're working with the Black Watchers right now, too: you have to work with them."

[Yes.] 】

Morgan waved his hand casually.

Therefore, I also hate myself. 】

[I've been hating myself for a long time and I've never stopped. 】

Do you have any questions? 】

“…… No. ”

[Very good.] 】

Morgan smiled, and her gaze shifted to the representative of the Black Watchmen: With this guy, Lord Cypher seemed irrelevant.

"Tell me, little one.] 】

Morgan's fingers tapped on the armrest.

[What are you looking for me?] 】

Representative of the Black Watchers: A creature that appears to be perfectly capable of standing in the palm of the original genotype's hand, its appearance completely obscured by its hood, but it can feel some kind of over-exuberant physical expression.

But despite this, its indescribable ethereal voice poured into Morgan's brain from the waves of the sea of souls, completing the communication between the two.

It's like a Tuchucha engine.

"We're here for Ouroboros, Genoplasm."

The Black Warden said.

[Will you help me get it?] 】

Morgan got straight to the point, she didn't bother to talk to this group of little things that made her jealous.

"Nope."

The Black Warden shook his head.

"We won't allow you to take it."

【……】

[So, we are enemies?] 】

"Nope."

Still shaking his head.

"We will be friends and comrades-in-arms."

Do you feel that there is some kind of logical problem in your words before and after? 】

“……”

The Black Warden's two wide sleeves were entwined together, as if in some sort of motion similar to rubbing hands.

"The future guides us, to you, the genetic prototype, and the future is not bound by any logic: especially for you."

【……】

What do you mean? 】

"It's simple: for anyone, the future is a poison, something that doesn't bring full benefits, but you're different, the future is a source of strength for you, it's just that you haven't been aware of it."

"And we, on the other hand, will help you realize where your true power lies."

"When your power awakens, you will know what you have to do."

"You'll know: you have to give up the Ouroboros on the Caliban."

The illness is not getting better, it is getting worse, it is uncomfortable to die, I can barely make a chapter, wait for me to make up for it in two days

(End of chapter)