"Allow me to introduce you to these great warriors, Mother."

"They are all your heirs, and after hearing that you have arisen from a slumber of ten thousand years, they are also the first descendants of the Dawnbreaker to come from far and wide: and many more battle brothers are rushing here at all costs."

"For your glory, my lord."

The sound of excitement, cheerfulness, a hint of trembling and unconcealable joy surrounds Morgan's ears over and over again, like an electronic song that has been dialed into an automatic loop, and will continue until the end of the source power disappears.

And Morgan didn't stop it: she knew that everything in front of her was just a false illusion, just another bubble she had witnessed in this dream: the genoplasm had already experienced too many similar scenes in this deliberate dream in that incalculable time in the past.

Morgan is possessed of one self after another: past and future, faithful, depraved, malleable, distorted, and even some in another dimension completely different from the world she now knows.

In any case, she burrowed into the body of each Morgan, and experienced the moments of their lives, important or unimportant, and the emotions called joy, anger, indifference, or embarrassment: the last point is especially common.

In other words: in this not wonderful passive trip, she can even boast arrogantly.

She'd seen everything.

But even so, even if the Spider Empress felt that she had seen too much in this dream, when she sat in the body of this [ten thousand years later] Morgan, and watched ten so-called dawnbreaker sub-leaders wearing silver armor of different colors and brightness, come to her and bow to her, the genetic prototype could still hear the trembling cool air in her heart, which was constantly rushing.

The cheerful voice in her ears continued, coming from Songtu, who claimed to be her heir: though the Spider Empress didn't quite dare to recognize the descendant of the Iron Fortress that had been built in her garrison world.

"They represent ten mighty warbands of the Dawnbreakers, Mother: today, with the exception of the Ultramarines entrenched in Otlama, as your heirs, we are the largest Astarte clan in the entire Empire."

【……】

Dawnbreaker?

The whole empire?

One of the largest in size?

【……】

So: Are the rest of the Astarte legions dead?

Morgan took a deep breath and deleted the boast from his heart.

She really hadn't seen this before.

And the waves that occurred in the depths of the original gene's heart obviously did not affect the [Heir] next to her who was in a state of excitement: Matsutu Zhengyao pointed to his battle brothers, starting with his own Forge Sons warband, and soon guided to the remaining nine warbands.

"This is the Warband Leader of the Guardians of the Faith, who have defended a large area with the world of Elon Hill at its core, and have served the entire Empire and the Far Eastern Frontier for at least nine millennia."

The pointed Guardian of the Faith Warband Leader stepped forward, his face covered with a kind of frenzy that made the Genogen's eyebrows flutter.

"Thank you to the Emperor for your protection, to awaken you from your long slumber and to walk once again among our devout believers: my lord, may you lead us to build the kingdom of heaven together, just as the Word says."

【……】

Morgan was silent, she just glanced at the Dawnbreaker's shoulder armor: the Warband Medal depicted on it was a sun hanging high on the pages of an open book, and the last bit of doubt in the heart of the genogen vanished.

Before she could say anything, the second warband leader took a step forward, his warband emblem being a combination of swords and eagle wings that Morgan was familiar with.

"The Secret Knight Warband salutes you, Lord Primordial, we are stationed in the feudal world of Konorax, and we are the purest descendants of your bloodline."

[Have you ever been on a mission in the Caliban? 】

"I'm sorry, my lord, we've never heard of that name."

【……】

The Spider Empress blinked, it took less than a moment for her to gather her curiosity, and then she turned her gaze to the third [Heir]: this man looked a little wild, and his step forward made Morgan feel a certain strangeness.

"The Skullbearer Warband will fight for you! Until the last drop of blood drains, my lord! ”

【…… Very good. 】

Morgan grinned, she did her best to maintain her regular perfect smile, and for the next period of time, she did not take the initiative to say anything, but quietly listened to the few remaining warriors report themselves one after another, and tried to find their own clues in them.

The task was far more difficult than she had imagined.

Because......

"Honso, the leader of the Brotherhood of the Fortified City, salutes you, my lord, we are proud of the purest Avalon bloodline, and the safety of women and children is the highest goal, and there are a hundred worlds of mortals who sing of our noble virtues."

"Salute to you, Great Precursor, we have brought all the treasures of the Warband, which have been obtained by our ancestors through continuous exploration, and we are eager for you to unlock these priceless treasures that have been passed down through the ages."

"The Ravens are here to fight for you, Your Excellency the Supreme Magistrate of Avalon, we do not have our own garrison, but we regard all the corrupt and unjust actions we see as a declaration of war against the entire warband."

"The Roaring Fangs have a glorious history of ten thousand years, my lord, we have never forgotten the instructions of the first generation of war leaders, and all victories will be honored to the Goddess of Wolves!"

"In Shimohuron, on behalf of the Guardians of the Maelstrom region of Avalon: the Starwatch warband salutes you, my lord, we will be the strongest shield in the western frontier of Avalon, and no enemy can separate us!"

"The Glory Aquila Warband will continue to fight for you and the Supreme Empire, my lord, you are the Emperor walking in the world, that perfect shadow, we will follow in your footsteps as the faith of the entire Warband."

【……】

【……】

【……】

【Hiss ......】

Hiding in a shell that was both her own and not her own, the Spider Queen hadn't shown such a long expression of astonishment: she had forgotten to blink, and the corners of Morgan's open mouth had not closed until the dry senses came from under her eyelashes.

Ten warbands, ten warbands, ten men who claimed to be her heirs, her warriors, and defenders of her kingdom after ten thousand years in this world, stood before him: Morgan saw in them a myriad of familiar impressions that pointed to the brothers and legions that she remembered so much.

Merely......

……

Children of the Forge, Guardian of the Faith, Secret Knight, Skullbearer, Brotherhood of the Fortified, School of Truth, Raven Society, Roaring Fangs, Starwatch, Glory Aquila......

Aside from the [Mother Dawnbreaker] in Songtu's mouth who was rushing here with all her might, among the few battle groups in front of her, which one could be sure to be the heir of the Spider Empress?

Which one is there?

Which one......

What about one......

This......

……

……

Is there really?

——————

Until the illusion was as shattered as countless of his predecessors, the astute Lord of Avalon had not figured out the simplest of choices.

All I can say is......

……

Gan!

What about her cubs?

And who are these weird guys?

——————

"Where did they all come from?"

Leaning against the black wall, which was already riddled with bullets, Coswayne couldn't help but grit his teeth, and the flying shrapnel and deadly beams of energy continued to graze his shoulder armor, dyeing the dark space around the Lion King's chief with a strange and bright ominous color, and a few of them almost killed the dark angel official.

But no one would laugh at the embarrassment of the Lion King's stewardship at this time: first, Coswayne is now completely alone, and second, the entire Dark Angel on the Indomitable Truth, and even the entire First Legion, are now trapped in this abrupt melee, struggling to win their victory.

The attack came so suddenly that even the most veterans of Terra didn't notice it: after all, this time the attackers were not from the dark starry sky outside the Legion, but from the inside of the battleship, from the battle brothers who had been walking side by side with them a second ago, and from the mortal servants who had served the Empire and the Legion for decades.

Is this a rebellion? Infighting? Divergence? It's still an organized plan to seize power: no one can say exactly what caused the mess in front of you, but the flying bullets and roaring explosions are real and can kill you if you're not careful.

It took Cous only a split second to understand this, and the decisive evidence came from the hot shrapnel that grazed his eyelids: the shrapnel came from a dark angel who had fought with him several times, who had hidden in the darkness at the end of the corridor and launched a silent attack.

Until now, the Lion King didn't know what had caused the dark angel to choose to attack him, and he didn't even know if it was a rebellion or if he had inadvertently been on the genotype's kill list: but that didn't stop him from instinctively hiding in the rubble and pulling out his gun.

The ensuing battle was short and intense, and the dark angel who was the enemy of Coswayne seemed odd compared to before: his movements were no longer so coordinated, but he was stuck in a kind of unconsciousness stupe: perhaps for mortals, this stupor was only an imperceptible moment, but for a battle-hardened Astarte warrior, it was enough to distinguish victory and defeat.

The cold and silent and fierce fire lasted for a few seconds before the winner was decided, and the Lion King Commander seized a moment and shot through the heads of his former comrades mercilessly, and after determining that this blow could definitely kill the opponent, Coos began to advance non-stop along the dark corridor.

In this time of confusion, he must rush to the side of the protogen, because as the lion's most trusted heir, Coswayne remembers vividly that his father of genes had just fallen into a long-lost rest before the standard hour of Terra: it meant almost unsuspecting danger.

Under the supervision of the blood and mission, the Lion King moved forward regardless of the danger, from the dark shadows around him, from time to time there was a mixture of shouting and gunfire, the heavy sound of the warrior falling and the explosion of the wall being blasted, echoing throughout the battleship, as if this ancient flagship, which had carried countless history and glory, was about to usher in its destined destruction today.

But Coswayne didn't have the heart to pay attention to that, he was now only the last distance away from the original room, a thick wall that could block out almost all sounds, and here he encountered several thorny enemies, and he couldn't lift his head under the dense network of fire.

At that moment, a figure quickly approached from behind, and Coswayne immediately raised his gun, and just as he was about to pull the trigger, he saw who it was.

"Luther?"

"It's me."

This mortal who has regained his youth, the most trusted by the genetic protogen, he is now fully armed, the blade in his hand is already stained with blood, and the eyes that belong to Caliban alone are flickering in the darkness, and there is a reassuring light of reason inside?

"Why are you here?"

"I was worried about Johnson's situation, so I rushed over to take a look."

The Caliban knight lightly erased the bloody events along the way, his voice was a little hoarse, and when he said this, his tone was also intermittent, as if he did not want to admit the truth of the words he had just said.

"I think you were supposed to be on deck today: how's it going outside?"

"It's a little bit better than I expected."

Luthor swallowed.

"This kind of ...... happens The rebellion was mainly committed by the mortals on the battleship, and most of the Astarte warriors reacted in time, and the casualties were not as great as expected. ”

"But these rebels are showing a stubborn attitude, so it will take some time to wipe them out completely: especially in some areas close to us, where there are still a lot of hostile people."

Before the words could be spoken, a dense burst of strafing caused the two of them to retreat into the shadows.

"I can see it."

Coswayne gritted his teeth: Luther's simple and calm words had saved him from the panic in his mind, and now that the Lion King had listened carefully, he found that the sound of the firefight, which seemed to be about to tear apart the entire flagship, was now really just a few bits and pieces in the farthest distance.

"Is there a big loss out there?"

"There are still some, mainly at the beginning, too many people did not react......"

"Bang !!"

Explosions sounded, and smoke and dust were everywhere. The appearance of heavy firepower made the faces of the two people present turn a little bad.

"We also need helpers."

"Where to look?"

"Follow me."

Cothwayne let out of the smoke and dust, leading Luthor along the hidden passage in his memory, the warriors who seemed to be controlled were still chasing after them, and the two fought back from time to time, killing most of the mortal enemy troops, but the elite Dark Angel Terra veterans still drove them into a bad situation.

"Get out of the way!"

At the time of the second shell. The Lion King took Luther by the shoulders and rolled to the side, the deadly Grim Reaper flying past where they had stood, smashing through the thick soundproofing wall in front of them.

With an earth-shattering sound, a huge gap appeared in the wall, and the two of them looked at each other, and rushed in: there was no better way.

"Where do we go to find help?"

Luther's voice exploded in Coswayne's ears, and the Lion King could only swallow the bitterness in his throat.

"I don't know! I can't ...... right now."

"Stop!"

Before they could finish speaking, the two men, who had just turned another corner, hurriedly stopped their steps: for a dozen figures, large and small, suddenly appeared in front of them, and these figures seemed to be equally surprised by the appearance of Luthor and Coswayne.

“！！！”

For a moment, the Lion King even thought he was going to die here: it wasn't until his gaze came too late after his instinctive thinking that Cothwayne realized that the people in front of him were not controlled dark angels, but a dozen figures in silver armor.

Is that......

Dawnbreaker?

How are they here?

Coswayne's mind was full of doubts.

And before he could figure it out, Luthor on the side clearly recognized one of them.

"Sergeant Tarasin?"

Luther's voice still sounded a little confused, but he breathed a clear sigh of relief.

"Why are you here?"

"You know them?"

Coswayne breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and following Luthor's gaze and guidance, he began to look at the dozen or so uninvited guests: most of them were fully armed, but they seemed to have a strange aura of tiptoeing, as if they were perfectly integrated with their surroundings, as if they were some kind of talent.

But what's even stranger is the things they are holding in their hands.

The dozen or so warriors hung their swords and guns around their waists, but their hands held a pile of seemingly unremarkable furniture: tables, chairs, bookshelves, counters, and even other bits and pieces, such as table mats, pillows, glasses, and even tissue boxes.

As for Sergeant Tarasin as Luther spoke, he walked at the front of the procession, and at the same time held an incomprehensible barrel in the reverent gesture of a believer holding a holy relic: it seemed to be a barrel that would be used to make wine, and there was nothing unusual about it.

And the rest of the group was holding their respective things in the same reverent manner, the two Daybreaker warriors who carried the table, and their posture was even more respectful than that of the juniors who carried the coffins of the elders.

“……”

“？？？”

This scene of the too post-modern and everyday appeared vividly in Coswayne's sight, and for a moment, the Lion King even forgot about the hurried pursuers behind him, because the senses of absurdity had taken over his every thought.

"What are you doing?"

Cosween instinctively asked. The Dawnbreakers couldn't help but look at each other when Sergeant Tarasin coughed and then stepped forward, as if he had anticipated the question and was well stocked.

"Lord Coswayne."

"It's me."

"As you can see, we are the Dawnbreaker unit that has been ordered to be stationed on the Indomitable Truth to liaise between the two legions, and you must have seen the documents about us before, and now, we are only ......"

"It's just about renovating the office."

“…… Fitment? ”

The Lion King blinked, and he did remember that there was such a force of the Dawnbreakers, who would exist as a liaison with the Second Legion in the Dark Angel Legion.

In that case, it is ......

"Bang !!"

There was another sound of the earth shaking the mountains.

Deadly shells flew from behind the backs of Cosveen and Luther.

“！！！”

Damn it!

He forgot about it!

The Lion King's steward urgently tugged at Luther's arm and instinctively rolled to the side, his worried eyes quickly focused on the friends in front of him, and endless self-reproach took over his heart at the same time.

He had forgotten to remind the Dawnbreakers of what was going on outside, and the sons of Morgan, who were operating inside the soundproof wall, apparently did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

But just as Coswayne was looking ahead with grief.

A scene that left him stunned appeared.

Before the cannonball exploded, the Daybreakers moved quickly: they were even faster and more agile than Coswayne had predicted, as if they had done it a thousand times.

Even when the cannonball hadn't made that sound. With just a faint glow in the smoke, the Morgan sons quickly found perfect cover for themselves, ensuring that not even a single shrench could scratch their armor.

How can they be so skilled!

Another confusion occupied the heart of the Lion King's chief: in this short period of time, he seemed to have given birth to too much confusion, and this excellent Dark Angel warrior couldn't help but fall into absolute confusion.

What the hell is going on?

"Boom !!"

There was an explosion, and the ground shook.

Before the smoke cleared, a dozen Daybreaker warriors quickly stood up: not a single one of them had been reduced!

But before Coswayne's consternation dissipated at the sight before him, he heard a sound of grief: it seemed to come from these Morgan sons in front of him, and it was so sad that it was even more sad than the crying at the funeral.

That's Sergeant Tarasin.

Luther's old acquaintance was now sitting on the ground, one of his fingers trembling as he pointed to a place that had been affected by the blast of the explosion: there lay a torn corpse, apparently from a barrel that he had just regarded as a treasure, but which had apparently not escaped the explosion.

“……”

Should he say mourning?

The Lion King was thinking, and more wails exploded in his ears: it was the Dawnbreakers who had survived the explosion unscathed. At this time, they were clinging to the furniture that had caught fire at the gates and had affected the pond fish: the tables, the chairs, the bookcases, the table mats, the pillows, and the tissue boxes......

Anyway, it seems that most of them have not escaped this unwarranted disaster.

Mournful voices came from the throats of these Morgan sons, and embarrassed smiles disappeared from their faces: in this moment, it was as if there was a mass funeral, quietly going on in the depths of the Indomitable Truth.

“……”

"Ahem!"

Coswayne couldn't help but cough heavily, although he didn't really want to interrupt the inexplicable sad scene in front of him, but he still needed these Dawnbreakers to fight side by side with him.

And before the Lion King could say a word, a fierce metal wind blew in front of him, like a terrible catastrophe that was chosen to devour, and Coswayne could even smell the fishy smell of the sword passing in front of the tip of his nose, by the slightest bit.

Sergeant Tarasin jumped from the ground: the next moment, the old warrior roared, angry, brandished his weapon, and rushed into the smoke, and the sound of fierce battle was heard.

“……”

Before the Lion King and Luthor could react, the remaining Daybreakers did the same: the Morgan sons roared from the ground as if they had lost their most precious treasures, drew their swords and spears, and rushed into the smoke, and the sound of the battle made the Lion King even mistakenly believe that he was now in the center of an apocalyptic battlefield.

“……”

“……”

“……”

Coswayne blinked, he could feel the only dullness in his pupils, and when he turned his head to see Luther, he saw that the Caliban knight's pupils did not seem to be indistinguishable from his own.

“……”

"These Dawnbreakers ......"

"Have you always been so brave?"

Faced with this strange question, Luthor seemed stunned for a moment.

Then, he nodded.

"Occasionally."

——————

After shattering ridiculous dreams such as the Ten Dawnbreakers for the umpteenth time, just as Spider Woman wondered if she had lost all her patience, she stepped into one of the firmest and strongest shards to date

This seems to be the end of the journey, but it also seems to be the longest, hardest, and most difficult of all challenges: there is no doubt about it.

The Lord of Avalon curled the corners of her mouth at the dull impressions of her own thoughts, and she hesitated for a moment before letting her will dive into the fragment: she was not afraid of what was inside, for she could feel as if a few wisps of familiarity were waiting for her inside.

Well......

There are quite a few of them.

Morgan opened his eyes.

What greeted her was a strange place: a temple of great grandeur, which seemed to come from the most insane architects who worshipped bloody science and ancient legends, and stood alone in the darkness, surrounded by an endless void and a steely firmament, with only one step leading to the gate.

It is an overly long and grand staircase, and the bronze statues on either side seem to have a special meaning, with a man holding a torch on the left and a warrior with a sword on the right, their faces resolute, as if ready to join an expedition.

Morgan stared at the first sight that came into view, and she was silent for about five seconds before a contemptuous sneer escaped from the corner of her mouth, and the next moment, the genomorph made her way through the winding staircase to the tall front door.

Passing through the tall main entrance, the first thing to reach is a richly decorated foyer: a fine wool carpet, a whole room decorated with burgundy marble and geometric panelling and tapestries, tall and empty without a single piece of furniture or ornamentation, topped by a hollowed-out glass canopy, and when you look up, you can see the sun shine through the glass and overhead.

Behind the hall, a large block of stone about ten meters high, twelve meters wide, and two hundred meters long fits together perfectly, with cornices carved into a repeating streamlined pattern, and tall columns arched over the black arches of the portico.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are not paintings, but huge embroidered tapestries more than two people high, most of which are related to religious myths and ancient warfare, and the faces of sacred warriors and hideous monster heads are vividly displayed on both sides of the field of vision, making each visitor feel their own personal insignificance.

But Morgan didn't pay attention to these perhaps priceless ornaments, all her eyes were drawn to the last indelible darkness at the end of the corridor as soon as she stepped into the realm: in that darkness, she felt a familiar aura, one that was wrapped in cold steel and bloody killing intent, ready to lunge at her and bite her deadly.

The Spider Empress didn't say much, she just summoned the psionic energy that was still under her control, her silver-white armor. Let her staff, and let her hands of Steno and Yuri Ellie, manifest on her body in turn, to prepare for all battle.

When she had done all this, the shadow being had finally stepped out of her hiding place and fully manifested itself at the end of the vision of the Lord of Avalon.

Morgan raised his eyelids and looked at his opponent absentmindedly: in fact, this was a completely unnecessary action, because the Spider Empress would never forget this familiar aura until she died.

She grinned and whispered softly.

【Johnson ......】

With Morgan's smile, the Lord of Caliban slowly stepped out of the shadows, fully armed, and there was not a trace of tenderness for blood relatives in his pupils, only an outright endless coldness that longed to put the person in front of him to death.

This is not Johnson.

But on the other hand, this is Johnson.

Morgan didn't care, because the lion sword had already been drawn.

Morgan seemed to want to say more, but before that, Johnson interrupted her.

He raised his sword and said.

"Die! Traitor! ”

(End of chapter)