"So, your navigator there felt the same strangeness?"

[Are you here too?] 】

"Of course."

"I've lost at least twenty veteran navigators as a result, and Riemann is about the same number, none of whom have unearthed much useful information before they die: only abhorrent panic, weakness, and insanity of unknown significance."

"Everything ahead is unknown."

Leaning on his throne, the genetic prototype of the Dark Angel Legion narrowed his emerald narrow pupils, and a dangerous coolness surged with his breath, spreading to the edges of walls and doors, making the entire throne a hell for the weak-willed.

But unfortunately, the three guests in this room now have nothing to do with the word "fragile will": they are either expressionless, thoughtful, and even have a midnight ghost who can almost be called a sitting and unseated midnight ghost, who has already written a vague banter on his face.

"Your navigator has failed, Johnson."

As soon as Conrad spoke, he spoke in the same high-pitched Nostram voice: although he had already learned the Divine Terra official that was used in formal settings for high-end ceremonial modes under Morgan's careful tutelage, his personal relationship with a certain Lord of Caliban did not seem to be good enough for him to use anything related to [etiquette].

And the lord of the Caliban seemed to be in exactly the same state to the Nostramo man, and at the mere hearing of Conrad's sharp tone, Johnson already frowned deeply and showed displeasure: the two blood brothers seemed to be inherently at odds, perhaps because they were too similar.

"It's obvious, and it's not a shameful failure, there's no need to make your heart rejoice, my brother by blood."

The Dark Angel Legion Primordial took a stingy look out of his gaze and threw himself at his stubborn brother, who was never at ease, while the Midnight Wraith was haunted in the chair farthest away from the Lord of Caliban, and he didn't seem to have the slightest interest in the topic being discussed by the few people in front of him.

But that didn't stop him from stabbing the lion back and forth with his face on his cheeks.

"I just can't stand it, and you are cowering here for some simple reason: my dear brothers, is it not obvious what is now before us?"

A sneer set off different expressions on the faces of the other three primitives in the room: Riemanruth still seemed to maintain the silence and calmness that was unusual for him, while Johnson instinctively raised his eyebrows, and as for Morgan, she shifted her gaze to a glimmer of light in her blue pupils.

[Go on, Conrad.] 】

Morgan encouraged her blood relatives, after all, it seemed that this was the first time in the Spider Empress's memory that Midnight Wraith had shown an interest in military or politics in public: even if all that came out of his mouth was a bunch of nonsense, Morgan, as his educator, had to give him corresponding encouragement.

After all, competence is competence and attitude is attitude: both are equally important.

The words from the educator clearly changed the state of the Midnight Ghost, at the very least, Conrad's sitting posture became regular as Morgan's attention shifted, but despite this, when he spoke, Conrad's pupils were still fixed on Johnson: only the Spider Empress could see that there was not much apparent banter in those Nostramo-like pupils.

The current Conrad is actually very calm and very serious.

His words were swift and firmer.

"It's a very simple reasoning."

"What is the situation now, we are sitting on four genetic prototypes, and three Astarte legions: such a large force is enough to greatly advance the progress of the great distance on any front in the galaxy."

"And now, we're focused on this fringe of the galaxy where birds don't: Why? Isn't it just to be able to stop our brother who has gone crazy and let all the fantasies in his heart explode in the real universe? ”

"Here he is, in the midst of the unknown that we have not yet discovered, and now, in that position, there is a strange phenomenon: even the most naïve of people can combine these two phenomena and deduce the only suitable answer."

"Obviously, our fallen brother has made considerable progress in his research: at the very least, he has been able to make waves in the real universe, and if he is given more time, perhaps only the emperor will know how far he will go in his madness."

"But fortunately, we are now only a stone's throw away from him, which means that we have enough time to stop his madness and strangle him at the last step: it is also doomed that we will have to endure the twists he has created, face unknown challenges, and make unimaginably great sacrifices to achieve all this."

"It's inevitable: you must have prepared for it a long time ago."

"In that case, what we should do now is not to sit here and feel that everything ahead is unknown, but to make the next batch of strategic deployments as soon as possible and drive our fleet into those unknown areas."

[But this kind of rash advance is likely to bring heavy losses: Conrad, you must know that after the end of the Randan Empire's extermination war, the three genetic primordials in front of you and their respective legions actually don't have much strength left, and it is difficult for us to replenish new strength in a short period of time. 】

Morgan blinked: although Conrad's words were only facts that were well known to everyone in the primordial body, his active participation was already able to make Morgan feel a little gratified.

[While it is true that moving forward is the only option we have now, if we have paid irreparable losses in the initial stage, then we will not be able to complete the task that the Emperor desires us to complete: not all death is called sacrifice, Conrad. 】

"But that's the only way, isn't it?"

Midnight Ghost blinked as well, his movements unusually similar to that of the Spider Queen, and his smile was very calm.

"This is a war, a war that is no more obvious, and the advantages of both us and the enemy are very prominent: the opponent's advantage lies in the [room to play] brought by his already trampling on all the bottom lines of the world, and your unknown means that cannot be known to us, but are destined to bring huge losses."

"Our advantage is that our power here is destined to be stronger, and we are only the vanguard of an undying empire: even if our fleet and even ourselves are wiped out here, our genetic father will only send more men to replace us, and even take the lead in our own army, until our fallen brother is completely destroyed."

In that case, what do we have to wait for here: whether we choose to be reckless or cautious, we are all destined to suffer that painful loss in the face of those unknown malices, and this is a future that cannot be changed. And since a future like this can't be changed, we might as well take a step forward and at least give our opponents less time to prepare. ”

"And this little preparation time may be the final bargaining chip that will turn everything around."

The Lord of Nostramo made his point of view clear and clear, his gaze mainly focused on Johnson's face, but from time to time he swept over Morgan and Riemanrus: none of the three genogens present showed the slightest anger because of his conclusion, which can be called a careless conclusion: obviously, in their respective hearts, they had already made up their minds.

[Do you see all this? 】

Only Morgan sent the only question to her blood relatives.

"I can't see you beside you: and I couldn't see him either."

The Midnight Wraith just spread his hands, he seemed to have seen it all.

Morgan just nodded, and none of them refuted Conrad's words, and seeing this, the Midnight Ghost's originally somewhat distorted smile calmed down.

"And I would like to remind all of you that the blood relatives here have one question: is it not the most important question we have now, compared to the innocuous unknown means: among the four people present. With the exception of Johnson and Riemanruth, the rest of me and Morgan, as one of the main fighting forces of this battle, knew little about our fallen brother. ”

"Shouldn't you two tell us what kind of man he is, or what means he would have won a victory in your memory?"

【……】

Morgan's eyes narrowed, and she had to admit that Conrad's words were indeed a rare surprise that she had not expected.

Indeed, Morgan had little to no knowledge of the Eleventh Primordial she was about to face: while she had devoured a significant portion of the man's soul, the contents of those souls were mainly focused on the secret technology known to the genius scientist, as well as countless experimental data.

As for those memories, those pasts, those emotions and worldviews, and outlooks on life, they have long been like a mass of rusty iron that cannot be repaired in any way: I am afraid that even Heydrich himself does not care about these weaknesses in his eyes.

So, the Spider Empress also set her eyes on Johnson and Riemanrus, and in the face of the gazes of the two blood relatives, the Lord of Caliban was the first to respond: he shook his head rather solemnly.

"There was no more contact between me and Heydrich, we only met in public at a few fraternal gatherings, and we had a distant collaboration during the Zandan War: you know very well the process of those collaborations, Morgan."

"As for the rest: I have not had a long conversation with him, nor have I had any interest or knowledge of his personal affairs, but he is in fact a very mysterious figure, and has a good means of secrecy about himself and his legion: or rather, the evil plots in his heart have been going on for a long time, and have been carrying out corresponding precautions."

The lion spat out a long passage of words to show his powerlessness, and then, like the two blood relatives, his gaze focused on the somewhat overly quiet Fenris wolf king.

“……”

Being stared at by three scorching eyes, even Riemanrus, who had been pretending to be dead, had to raise his head, hook the corners of his mouth, and squeeze out a bitter smile.

"Well, it looks like it is: I'm the one who spent the most time with that bastard out of the few people present, and I don't know if that's luck or misfortune."

The Wolf King grinned.

Riemanruth's rugged style is so deceptive that even Morgan often forgets that the Space Wolf Legion's Primordial is actually very old: he is the second returning Genetic Primor, and he maintains a stable relationship with most of them above the passing mark.

Whether it is Killiman, or Johnson, or even others, they will come up with a few words [even Ruth] in their daily conversations, and this kind of seemingly ridiculous words is itself a subtle embodiment of the Wolf King's deep connections.

If you only talk about popularity, Riemannus Ruth can definitely be regarded as the better group of genetic prototypes: even the top class.

In addition to the almost irreconcilable contradiction with Magnus in terms of psionic powers, the DNA of the Space Wolf Legion is that he has not had a bad relationship with any of his brothers, and he even has a close personal relationship with Machado, the Palm Seal: you must know that the relationship between the Palm Seal and the vast majority of the genetic prototypes can be called extremely tense, and most of the emperor's heirs do not like or even dislike the [Rigoletto] around this genetic father.

"How to fight, let me think about it."

Riemanlus scratched his loose blonde hair that was braided, and the pale golden Dionysian spear was being held tightly in the palm of his right hand, leaning against the breastplate: I don't know why, after the official start of the strangulation battle against the Eleventh Primordial, this imperial gift that Riemanrus could not avoid has been following the Primordial and has never left.

"I didn't spend much time with Heydrich, and as Johnson said, he was a relatively withdrawn figure, but fortunately, he made a very deep impression on me during our brief cooperation and meeting."

"That's a very strange impression."

"To be specific."

The Lord of the Caliban listened attentively to Riemanrus's words, and he refused to let go of any of these words: in Johnson's philosophy of war, even the tiniest detail can have a profound impact on the course of war.

"Hmmm......"

This request apparently bothered the wolf king of Fenris, who sat there thinking for a few moments, his mind seemingly flashing with countless images of the past, but he could not always tell a vivid story.

In the end, Riemanrus even bared his teeth a little self-defeatingly.

"Let me put it this way: Heydrich actually gave me a strange feeling, and in our brief time together, I found that he was actually a very indifferent, or objectified, person."

"Apathy?"

[Materialization? 】

Two questions came out of the mouths of the Dark Angel and the Daybreaker at the same time.

"Yes."

Riemanruth nodded.

"I mean, this guy has a very contemptuous attitude towards everything in the world, including the Legion and even himself, and he doesn't have any value for the things we care about, which means that he doesn't mind putting his life in the war plan at all, if it really helps to win: even in the most dangerous position."

"That sounds a bit like Johnson."

The Midnight Ghost suddenly interjected and let out a piercing laugh that sent Morgan and Johnson a disgruntled look, but neither of them spoke out to deny the correctness of the statement.

On the contrary, the Spider Empress even nodded slightly.

[It's a bit like that.] 】

And Johnson did not refute this sentence, but Riemannus shook his head with a smile.

"No, there are actually differences between him and Johnson, specifically: he is a more crazy person, but also a more ruthless character, he is cruel to others, but he is even more ruthless to himself."

[Crazy? 】

"Yes."

"How shall I describe it to you?"

The Wolf King took a deep breath.

"Let's just say it, have you ever heard the story that Heydrich once defeated Ferus and Dorn in a solo match between the genetic prototypes: believe me, these two records are very valuable even if they are placed between our blood relatives."

"After all, Ferus and Dorn are not weak: Gorgon's combat power must not be said by me, as for Dorne, his rigorous posture and stable belief make his performance in solo competition actually much better than we imagined, he may fall into the disadvantage, but rarely completely defeated."

"And Heydrich did it: do you know how he did it?"

The Fenris grinned, his thick lips opening to reveal the wolf-like canine teeth.

"Rely on ruthlessness, rely on madness."

"By desperately getting close to Dorne at the moment of the battle, this duel was carried out in an almost injury-for-injury manner: frankly speaking, Hedrich's swordsmanship is exquisite, but his technique should not be as good as Forgrim's, but in the face of his crazy and life-threatening attacks, his sword is more deadly and more difficult to defend against than Forgrim's."

"And it should be noted that Heydrich's ruthlessness and madness are not the kind of madmen we are used to do anything to do things: in his most dangerous moves, he is always awake in his brain."

"I really suspect that he has been performing cold logical calculations, because he is definitely not wielding his sword indiscriminately, but planning his every move with extraordinary determination, and using them with unimaginable determination."

"In planning and executing these crazy moves, he only aims to achieve victory or achieve his own ends, at the expense of everything else, including his own life: I believe he did it, because I saw firsthand how he gave Dorn the final blow."

"It was a very beautiful, very difficult close stab, but also very dangerous: if Dorn fought back firmly, Heydrich would have suffered a real serious injury in this bloodless race."

"But it's clear that our Inwitt brother didn't expect such a frantic death-like attack in this individual fight, and he instinctively didn't want his brother to be hurt so badly: that's even more important."

"So he was defeated by Heydrich's madness, and Ferrus's defeat was also for the same reason: when he calculated the course of the battle with Heydrich according to cold logic, he obviously did not realize what this madman's real killing tactics were."

【……】

[So, according to what you mean by Riemanrus, we are facing an extremely distorted opponent who can maintain calm logical thinking at all times, but is always in a state of madness. 】

"Yes, Heydrich's sanity is undoubtedly mad, but it is also calm: and this cool madness makes him an even more dangerous adversary, for he rushes with every step to kill or injure his opponent with the greatest possible possibility, and in doing so sacrifices all other factors: including his own life."

"In other words, every attack from Heydrich will be the deadliest, and almost unavoidable, because he will not be hindered in any way, and he will not change his plans because of any change in the tide of battle."

"Now that I think about it, in fact, as early as the Great Expedition, he had been fighting and fighting in this way that was not quite right, but at that time, the victories he won were so brilliant that only Horus's results could match him, and his icy madness, because he often appeared in the most dangerous battlefields, was understood as a pure heroism and dedication."

"After all, he really leads the way and bears the most terrible threats."

"Dorne even befriended him for this: ironically."

Riemanrus ended his story in a slow, faded way, leaving his blood relatives to think about themselves.

Several primitives, specifically Morgan and Johnson, discussed this for a long time, and they finalized the order and route of the march towards the [Dead Star Field], mentioning the profane name Heydrich again and again.

I don't know if it was because these discussions were too heavy, or because of the hard work of the journey, but a few hours later, when Morgan and Johnson finalized one last thing: to approve a proposal from Lana to bring some of the Daybreakers to the Indomitable Truth as liaison between the two legions, the Spider Queen was vaguely aware of a hint of exhaustion.

It was very real exhaustion: specifically, Morgan, after finishing the discussion, suddenly realized that she just wanted to get back on the ship and get some sleep.

It does not seem to be a physical exhaustion, but a psychological one: after realizing it. Morgan could only smile indifferently and say goodbye to her blood relatives.

Then she found that Johnson seemed to be in the same state: the lord of Caliban, who was almost always energetic, felt a certain mental exhaustion: even conspicuous on his countenance.

Even Riemannus, who seemed to be affected in some way, began to shout back to his battleship, drank a few barrels of wine, and rested for a while: only Conrad remained active, escaping this mental toil.

The Lord of the Second Legion didn't care about this strange moment in the end, she just took her Midnight Ghost with her to say goodbye to the lion and the winter wolf in the throne room, and before Morgan officially set out on her way home, a thought slowly crossed through the mind of the original genome.

The three genetic protogens actually felt some kind of exhaustion at the same time.

It's a rare thing.

【……】

Perhaps, because they have mentioned the name Heydrich too many times?

This name is about to be erased.

(End of chapter)