From the very beginning of this chess game, Morgan knew very well that the core issue that she really needed to pay attention to was not the bloody battle between the galaxes, but an invisible, intangible, and very simple trade-off.

The trade-off is that if she wants to win this game, then she must rely on the power of subspace, but when to rely on it, how far to rely on, what reward to promise to the Chaos Gods, and whether she should fulfill her promise, all need to be carefully considered.

The Spider Empress knew in her heart that it was absolutely impossible to defeat the Loyalists by conventional means with the strength of the Warlord's side alone: no matter how many genetic prototypes and legions she co-opted or bewitched, no matter how many important galaxies and resources she occupied, as long as the Lord of Humanity still stood tall on the Holy Terra, the game could not end with Morgan's victory.

Even if she commanded eighteen primordials, millions of Angels of Death, and a vast fleet that could obscure the sun, she would not survive the Emperor's sword for much longer: the Lord of Humanity may shed blood, be caught in a bitter battle, and lose the cause and ambition for which he fought, but he would surely slaughter all the rebels and end the war with endless death.

Others may doubt that the Emperor could do this, but Morgan never doubted the power of her genetic father: the golden greatsword still lingered in her mind, against the two gods from the Most High Throne, a power that the Spider Empress had struggled so far to see.

Therefore, when she slowly drew her first card and began this father-daughter game, it was clear to the Lord of Avalon: she must rely on the power of Chaos, because only the infinite power from the Supreme Heaven can confront and even suppress the flames of the Lord of Humanity, and can help her play with the information gap and the time gap, and severely damage the main force of the loyalists at the very beginning of the rebellion.

This is the most helpless and realistic choice, even if Morgan is very aware of the consequences of resorting to subspace, but in order to win, she has to do so: this is also the reason why she pulled Magnus into her camp, this king of Prospero may not be able to do anything, but if you want to connect with the subspace forces and don't want to harm yourself, this guy is an inevitable choice.

What's more: even if Magnus is squeezed out of the last trace of value, Morgan can sacrifice him to the Lord of Change to maximize the value of the Thousand Sons Legion's genetic protoplasm, anyway, she can't think of a way to save the Prospero people, it is better to make mistakes in exchange for the power to fight the emperor.

In addition to Magnus, she needs to pick out at least three more rewards: Fogham and Roga have become the answers, and the last one has not yet come to fruition, and Morgan does not intend to let it come to fruition if he can.

Yes, she intends to pay off: if she can do it.

Although it was the power of Chaos that allowed the Spider Empress to perfectly execute the grand strategy at the beginning of the battle, smashing the vast majority of the Emperor's forces in one fell swoop and cutting off half of the galaxy, she always kept the nature of Chaos in mind, beware of the temptation of the four gods, and carefully avoided contamination from the subspace that spread among her team and allies.

Let Luo Jia go to the Eye of Fear because he is the best choice: who better to worship than the Chosen One? The gods will be generous because of his piety.

And after Luo Jia obtained the [Great Vision] card that represents the power of subspace, the Spider Empress used this power wantonly, but she carefully controlled Luo Jia's actions: the Thousand Sons Legion and the Death Guard Legion, who had been in contact with the Legion of the Whisperers for a long time, were either outcasts that Morgan had decided to do at the beginning, or they were guys that she didn't have the confidence to control, and the Colchis could not only regulate their contradictions, but also could not spread the chaos pollution to more people.

After the [Barr massacre], Morgan released the Bearer in the Five Hundred Worlds, and it was also because of this reason: she believed in Gilliman's intellect and thinking, and was convinced that the Colchis could not corrupt him immediately.

Up to this point, Queen Avalon's plan was smooth sailing: apart from Vogrim's own depravity, causing unnecessary waves, Morgan both successfully harnessed the power of chaos and protected several of her real core legions from the subspace.

She even felt proud of it.

It wasn't until the Chaos Gods gave her a great surprise when she was holding ten legions in her hands, annexing the entire Far Eastern Star Domain, and looking at Terra from afar.

Symbolizing the loss of control of Roga's Chosen One, Morgan encounters unplanned factors for the first time as the chess piece, which has become sharper and sharper due to chaos pollution, begins to rampage through the land of Otlama.

She was no longer in control of the Chosen One, and her orders were temporarily out of effect, and it was clear that there was a more sacred and powerful will at the moment commanding the Seventeenth Legion.

The gods have come to ask for payment.

Morgan frowned at her, realizing this: there was no doubt that the gods were moving faster than she had imagined, and they seemed to lack the patience and long-term plan, and just wanted to see the blood of the real universe as soon as possible.

A bunch of more than a bunch of losers.

The Spider Empress gritted her teeth, she didn't hesitate and hesitate more, but directly grabbed the restless [Uncrowned King], that is, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, and directly collided with the [Chosen One] who symbolized Luo Jia, forcibly ending his [Divine Sacrifice] in Otlama.

At the same time, a brand new card appeared in front of her.

【Great Storm】

+ Obviously, this is a compensation and a gift from Roga. ＋

On the other side of the table, the words of the Lord of Humanity sounded so sarcastic.

Morgan looked coldly.

[Don't take the blame for things here, Father: Why can you use a card that represents the past to affect the current situation of the galaxy, and still make the Chosen One act so irrationally?] 】

[Can you give me a more plausible explanation other than cheating?] 】

+ The past determines the present, Morgan. ＋

+ Most of your brothers are not as open-minded as you think: an incident from decades, or even a hundred years ago, is enough for them to remember it to the present, or to be proud of it, or to be ashamed of it, and to influence their actions. ＋

+ What's more: even if the Chosen One himself does not want to do so, he is not the master of his own consciousness, is he? As soon as a whisper came from the High Heavens, he would naturally point his butcher's knife at the kingdom of Killiman. ＋

Why did the gods do this? 】

+ It's simple. ＋

The Lord of Humanity looked at his daughter, and his voice was more like a teaching.

+ If you're watching a good show, do you want it to finish a little slower or faster? ＋

【……】

+ They think so. ＋

[That...... Why Killiman? 】

Morgan frowned: this was the most perplexing to her, because neither the wickedness of the gods nor the piety of Roga exceeded her expectations, but what did Gilliman have to do with all this? Why does Luo Jia have a grudge against him?

The Emperor raised a smile.

+ Who do you think I will let to dispose of the perfect city? ＋

【……】

The original body blinked, and she understood the ins and outs in an instant, but a new doubt was born in her mind, and it was even greater.

[Killiman? 】

Morgan was at a loss, and the recent rumors about the Legion of the Bearers had been turned over from the depths of her memory.

[If I'm not mistaken, the Whisperers chose the area of the Kur Star not long ago to build their Perfect City: that place is at the western end of the Taiping Star Domain, and the Taiping Star Domain is at the western end of the entire galaxy, why were the Ultramarines of Maculag, the southeasternmost part of the galaxy, sent to destroy the Perfect City?] 】

[Shadow Moon Wolf, Imperial Fist, and Space Wolf, which one is not closer?] Which is not more suitable than that? 】

+ Who knows? ＋

+ Maybe by that time, the Ultramarines will happen to be the closest legion to the Perfect City of the Whisperers, maybe? ＋

The Lord of Humanity sighed softly.

【……】

[Did you do it on purpose?] 】

Morgan's voice was a little cold, and she didn't even add the hypocritical honorifics.

The Emperor was silent for a moment.

+ Let's play chess. ＋

That's just what he said.

Morgan snorted lightly, she glanced at the current chess game: it was still her turn, because the emperor had no chess pieces to use, and could only simply accumulate the cards in his hand, and the Spider Empress had stopped the [Chosen One] and ordered the [Uncrowned King] to expel him from the Five Hundred Worlds, and after feeling the southern front, there was not much urgency.

But Morgan's brows did not dissipate because of this: in other parts of the Far Eastern Star Field, some small problems were appearing one after another, although they were only white and slightly flawed, but they still made her feel uneasy.

The Perfect, the symbol of Fogham and his Emperor's Son, was supposed to be at the forefront of the maelstrom, but Morgan found that the piece had become more and more dim: not because of war and attrition, but because of the filth of chaos that was eroding the foundations of the Third Legion.

The phoenix, which was supposed to be in charge of the overall situation, has disappeared, and the entire Third Legion has also fallen into decadence and division, losing most of its combat effectiveness in the blink of an eye: Morgan had to pull out an [envoy] to forcibly consolidate the combat effectiveness of the emperor's son.

And also in the maelstrom, the Thousand Sons did not let her worry: Magnus and his warriors did not become a plate of scattered sand, but some terrible diseases seemed to be returning to them, and the King of Prospero left the front line for this reason, and began to wander the Far Eastern star field, scavenging all kinds of books to find a solution.

The countless loyal worlds that should have fallen under the secret art of the Thousand Sons Legion stood in place because of this, but those worlds with no outstanding strategic value, but hidden books, were broken by Magnus one by one, sweeping a large number of texts back to Prospero: it can be seen that he has wanted to do this for a long time.

Next to Chiko, the Legion of the Whisperers left Otrama and turned to the densely populated Hive World, continuing their Great Sacrifice, contributing strange infiltrating cards to Morgan, and even getting along well with Magnus's legion.

The three legions had just deviated from their strategic positioning: oh no, it was four, because Killeman and the Ultramarines were crazily huddled in their five hundred worlds, and there seemed to be no intention of moving anytime soon.

【Hiss ......】

Morgan blinked.

What's going on?

Obviously, less than a minute ago, she had just swept away the emperor's army and compressed the power of the loyalists to the extreme, how could she only have half of her strength left in the blink of an eye?

Confusion swept through the primordial's mind, and in the face of this storm, even the annoying smile of the Lord of Humanity no longer mattered: Morgan held out her fingers, eager to put the pieces back on her original plan, but she soon had to abandon it.

It's a waste of time.

Morgan's pupils flickered with helpless rage, and she had no choice but to turn her attention to the legions that were still in her hands: fortunately, there were six more, and there was no shortage of main forces among them.

However, their situation is not very satisfactory.

Perturabo is leading his legion of Iron Warriors into a wave of war that pounces on every fortress world that refuses to submit, his attack hard and clumsy, causing the pieces that represent him to crumble, and more and more rifts tell of the decline of the Fourth Legion.

But this guy still refuses to be reinforced, he only performs cruel signs in Olympia, the world itself is overwhelmed, the people are full of resentment, and even need the forces of the Dawnbreaker to control it: this scene makes Perturabo feel angry and humiliated, and there are more rifts in his pawns.

And the situation of the First Legion and the Eighth Legion is not smooth: these two legions with complete strength and still obeying the command are tentatively attacking the Sun Star Domain, but the resistance they face is desperate, because the Space Wolf Legion has rushed to the front line, and the scarred white scars are also doing everything to stop the rebellious brothers, and even the three broken legions of Salamander, Shadow Moon Blue Wolf and Iron Hand have also squeezed out a little force to form a card, It made the Empire's defense line a little tougher.

In addition, there is also the Alpha: this legion is haunted everywhere on the front line, and even once seduced the main force of the Dark Angels, so that the lone Eighth Legion was defeated by the combined efforts of many loyalists, and directly led to the first wave of the offensive of the war commander's army.

On the other side of the table, the Lord of Humanity didn't even do more: he simply drew and turned over the cards, and on the other side of the maelstrom, he built a thin red line to block Morgan's swing, as if he had expected it.

The Spider Empress had even forgotten how to do it, and she just watched in silence at the thin red line: no matter how many times it was calculated, it was impossible for this rudimentary line of defense to stop the heavily armed Dark Angel Legion, unless the Emperor chose to cheat again.

But when the Genogen looked up at her father, she had to deny it herself: the Emperor wasn't cheating, his face was even very serene, his Invincible Fortress was clutched in his hand, and Holy Terra was at the foot of this chess piece, constantly evolving towards a desperate military fortress.

……

Time is not on your side.

It was only then that Morgan remembered the emperor's words: it had only been a few minutes ago, but she felt as if centuries had passed before she slowly realized the value of this sentence.

Indeed, time is not on her side: the Spider Empress simply sees this war as a fight in the real universe, and the power of the subspace is just a poisonous side dish to embellish in her eyes, and she even thinks about dealing with those depraved brothers after the war is over, so as to completely cleanse the influence of the four gods in the real universe.

But in retrospect, these plans are ridiculously outrageous: as she gathers her strength for a long war of attrition with her genetic father, the Whispers of the High are dividing and disintegrating her faction, causing her pawns to spiral out of control one by one, invisibly changing the balance of power in this war.

And when Morgan officially realized this, she quickly drew inferences and figured out more questions.

【What do you mean......】

Morgan put down her chess pieces, and she turned her attention away from the battle and looked intently at her genetic father: the emperor seemed to have been waiting for her, waiting for her to initiate this new conversation.

The Lord of Avalon gestured to the runaway brothers on the chessboard.

[The Chaos Gods don't actually expect either side to win this war?] They helped me in the early stages, but when my strengths exceeded their expectations, they would restrain my power in turn. 】

[By constantly making my brothers degenerate and rebel, weakening my army, making it impossible for me to end the war, and forcing me to double my reliance on the power of the subspace, it not only deepens the corruption of the gods on the real universe, but also allows this war to continue for a long time?] 】

[They don't want their chosen ones to win, they just want the intergalactic war to burn endlessly?] 】

+ They can't do that. ＋

The Emperor replied loudly.

+ This war is destined to end, and the gods are simply taking advantage of what they can, choosing their minions, satisfying their desires, and deriving strength and joy from more blood and calamity. ＋

The Lord of Humanity spoke unhurriedly about the nature of the gods, and when his gaze turned to the Lord of Avalon, there was a trace of unconcealed appreciation in his pupils.

+ You wake up quickly: faster than I thought. ＋

[Will all the commanders wake up?] 】

+ Nope. ＋

The Lord of Humanity shook his head, his voice sounding a touch of sadness.

+ There are those who do not wake up until the end, there are those who do not wake up until it is too late, and there are others that are even more pathetic: they wake up, but they do not want to wake up. ＋

[It's always hard to admit mistakes.] 】

+ But it is not impossible: it is a sad thing in itself that even mortals can face their mistakes, and that some of you are unable to do so. ＋

The Lord of Humanity rubbed his chess pieces, and his mood did not look very good.

+ I'm a little curious about what your next move will be: now that you are aware of the effects of Chaos, you are not destined to continue to make mistakes with your character, but if you don't rely on the forces of Chaos, what are you going to do against me in Terra? ＋

Morgan smiled, and she looked sarcastically at her father.

[Yes, this is indeed a difficult problem to solve: therefore, without the influence of Chaos, this war cannot take place in the future, after all, everyone knows that the rulers of empires are invincible. 】

+ Do you really think so? ＋

The emperor raised an eyebrow.

Who cares? 】

The Lord of Avalon responded to her father in an exaggerated tone, and she turned her attention back to the chessboard: she didn't really want to lose the war anyway.

So, she picked up the [Monarch Slayer].

+ Is this your way to break the game? ＋

[Yes.] 】

Morgan laughed, revealing her white teeth.

[From ancient times to the present, victory has been used to resolve contradictions, and the simplest and most effective method is to say: when the horn of celebration sounds, even enemies will hug each other and cheer for the honor of the collective. 】

+ Chaos is not an ordinary contradiction. ＋

[How do you know if you don't try?] 】

The genoplasm asked rhetorically, and then began a new round of her operation, without half a minute of hesitation or hesitation.

The Monarch Killer pressed the increasingly restless Angel and left the rear and came to the front, and after a strong command card, the Perfectionist and the Think Tank reluctantly returned to her, while the Chosen One continued to advance towards the south of the galaxy, where the unobedient King of Nothingness and the Lord of the Clouds were doing what they wanted to do with impunity, and Morgan was too lazy to pay attention to them, but only asked them to march north: and this request was quickly met, nothing more than a slaughter, procrastination, whispering along the way.

On the other side, the Uncrowned King also left Maculag, he didn't bring all his troops with him, and Morgan also opened up to it, she didn't want to go through any more internal disputes.

The shattered Iron Warriors Legion is a rare honest man, and after squeezing a wave of his home star at the end, the pawn representing Perturabo is still scarred, he joins Morgan's main force, and then waits for the Dark Angel with a few scars: as for the Eighth Legion, which has suffered more serious losses, it runs directly to Avalon to replenish again.

With that, the Warlord clenched his fists once again and began to march: the wavering Angel was flanked by her and engaged in a sit-down war with the Twins, while the Dark Angel, the Dawnbreaker, and the Iron Warrior coalesced into a heavy fist, shattering the Empire's defenses in the Maelstrom in one fell swoop.

[As long as the commander's legion takes a small step forward, it will be the Sun Star Field: considering the size of this star field, then it is not too far from the Holy Terra. 】

At this point, Morgan's eyes were still fixed on the chessboard, but his attention was focused on the conversation with the emperor.

[If you count by time, this war is probably only in the third or fourth year: you have no time to recover from most of the legions, and now you only have the full Imperial Fist in your hands.] 】

[You're not ready to do it yourself? Or use this powerful chess piece? 】

+ It's not that bad. ＋

The Lord of Humanity quietly retreated his figurines one by one: the Soaring Eagle had been reused, it had not rested at all, and was now only one step away from death, and the only thing the Hungry Wolf and the Iron General could do was to retreat further.

I could have made it a little worse. 】

Morgan muttered under her breath, her gaze swept over her pawns: the Thousand Sons Legion was suffering from psionic sickness, and even moving it was struggling for Morgan, while the Emperor's Sons were unbearably scattered, and Fogham was missing once more.

This time, Morgan was no longer polite, she took out the card of [Infighting], which directly detonated the internal contradictions of the Third Legion: in the end, those degenerate elements were defeated and dispersed in a hurry, and the few Phoenix heirs who still retained their combat effectiveness and organization were too few to be regarded as a legion.

The Spider Empress had to acquiesce that she had already lost two pieces: perhaps a third, such as the already crumbling Iron Warriors.

The Lord of Avalon glanced at the three chess pieces she was reluctant to send again, then at the three guys in the south who were not listening to the announcement, and then at Conrad, who was still replenishing, and found that he only had three useful legions left in his hand.

For a while, she didn't know who was more pitiful between herself and the emperor.

But she couldn't stop, and she didn't dare to: the power of the subspace had spread among most of her pawns, and even though she tore up the card representing the Great Vision in the face of the Chosen One's wrath, it was only a remark.

If the Holy Terra in the Emperor's hands cannot be defeated as soon as possible, then the war seems to end with her defeat: even if she does not lose a single battle, she seems to be getting further and further away from victory.

Obviously, the blood red color that represents the battle commander has broken through the Far Eastern Star Domain, and has included most of the Storm Star Domain and the Hazy Star Domain, but I don't know why, when Morgan looked at the more and more crimson on the chessboard, she no longer had the joy of swallowing the Far Eastern Star Field, but felt an inexplicable nothingness.

If she makes the wrong move, these results will be meaningless, not even as a burial object for her: in the midst of pessimism like this, the Spider Queen pushes her pawns forward, opening her second main showdown with the Emperor.

Or rather, annihilation.

The loyalists who had fled had not fled directly back to Terra, and it seemed that they were trying to fight a little more before the emperor's capital: a new line had appeared in the area of Betangamon, which Morgan could not bypass, and she did not intend to bypass.

The two legions of the Dark Angel and the Daybreaker launched a strong attack from the front, while the Ultramarines who had just arrived marched from the north, and the three semi-independent legions that arrived from the Storm Star Domain also completed the encirclement to the south.

Another brutal web of encirclement was pulled up in the Betangamon system, and Morgan's six held absolute power, patiently and brutally shattering the defenders' defenses, and the war was long and boring, causing the Spider Empress's eyes to return to her father once again.

[Are you still not going to act?] 】

Morgan raised an eyebrow, she was really a little confused now: by now, the emperor had lost four-fifths of the game, and there were not many pieces left of his chess pieces, only the cards that had never been shown were placed in the hands of the Lord of Humanity, but he still didn't seem to plan to use them.

+ I'm not going to act now. ＋

The Emperor glanced at her.

+ But I can accommodate you. ＋

【……】

As he spoke, in Morgan's somewhat speechless gaze, the emperor showed a card.

【Return】

The next moment, a piece that had theoretically exited: it was the [anvil] that symbolized Vulcan, it regained its health, and although it was still covered with scars, it still greatly strengthened the defense line of the loyalists, and Morgan's offensive fell into a slump at once.

[Vulcan? 】

The voice of the Lord of Avalon sharpened, and she was truly surprised: shouldn't this brother of hers be dead?

[You're cheating again?] 】

+ You have wronged me. ＋

With a disgusting look of pride on his face, the Lord of Humanity showed his daughter the Return card in his hand, which had not dissipated, indicating that it could continue to be used.

+ When I designed you, I gave all of you their own unique power: now, Vulcan is only showing his power, and he will only stand in your way again and again until this war comes to an end. ＋

【……】

[It doesn't matter. 】

Morgan did her best to keep her voice cold, and then she picked up her pawns and repelled the Emperor's forces with a new round of aggressive attacks, once again besieging the Lizard Legion.

[One failure will only symbolize another failure.] 】

The Genogen looked at the Emperor, she barely hid her sarcasm, and the merciless [Emperor Slayer] followed the chess player's movements, swept the [Anvil] down again, opening the final path to Terra.

[Another victory.] 】

Morgan showed off.

[How are you going to save these remnants of the army that I have bitten, or give up?] 】

The emperor stroked his chin.

+ You just had a chance to annihilate them directly: But if that's all you want to see my hole cards, then, well, I'll grant my daughter's wish. ＋

As he spoke, he touched the [Hydra].

[It's this card again, you've used it no less than five times!] 】

+ What makes you feel that there is only one Hydra card? ＋

The Emperor picked up the next four and spread them out to his daughter, each showing the same hydra motif.

+ Then, the second step. ＋

As he spoke, the Lord of Humanity drew a brand new card.

【Nirvana】

The next moment, Horus, fully armed, returned to the chessboard: without a single scar.

[What is this?] 】

Morgan raised an eyebrow.

+ Death is not the end of duty. ＋

The Emperor whispered the words behind the card, smiling rather than smiling.

(End of chapter)