[Traitor? 】

The word was born from the coldness of the deepest depths of Caliban, accompanied by a storm more terrifying than the Endless Void, blasting into the ears and nose of the Spider Queen, and the first moment he heard it, Morgan couldn't help but frown.

But she wasn't alarmed.

After all, long before the Lord of Avalon formally met Johnson, this word of absolute disrespect had been circulating in her mind countless times: once upon a time, Morgan even seriously thought about the possibility of making this word a reality.

Even in the presence of the Emperor, the Dawnbreaker's Genoplasm did not completely hide this thought in his mind, and the Lord of Humanity obviously didn't care so much about the word: what could really provoke the red line in the Emperor's heart was the [New Discovery], [I Think], and [the gadgets in the subspace that could bring benefits].

Thinking of this, Morgan's mood became a little better, she flipped her weapon in her hand, rolled her eyelids, and wanted to respond to the serious accusation of the Calibans with a retort.

But just before the genogen can do whatever it wants.

Johnson moved.

Like a bloodthirsty whirlwind.

The famous [Lion Sword] accompanied the cold of death, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the front of the Spider Empress, and the snow-white light on the blade stung Morgan's eyes, without hesitation or temptation, the edge was accompanied by an unbearable sound of breaking the air, and pounced on Morgan's fragile throat.

[He's not as enthusiastic as you. 】

The Lord of Avalon only sneered rather nonchalantly, and she flipped her hand and swung her axe blade, easily blocking Johnson's seemingly unavoidable blow, and finally flipped her fingertips to remove the power from the blade, using her hips as a fulcrum, and temporarily forced the Calibans back between the staggered left and right arms.

[I should be grateful to Killiman, at least the VR setup he gave me has worked today: for me, in a virtual environment, playing against the lion of Caliban has long been a boring game that has been experienced a thousand times. 】

Morgan said as he dodged the second attack from Johnson, the wind of the lion's sword dancing beside the genotype, eager to devour the emperor's heir who seemed too thin, but always failed: unlike her arrogant brother Magnus, the great power of psionic energy did not stop Morgan from exercising his body day after day.

Morgan is indeed lazy, and knows how to enjoy the benefits of laziness in life: but when it comes to her own life, the Spider Queen is more diligent than most people in the galaxy.

For example, there may be a very funny fact now: Morgan is probably one of the few of the twenty sons of the Lord of Mankind who has systematically practiced swords and other weapons, and her lack of brute strength compared to her brother has urged her to realize the value of agility and skill.

It's true that she can't beat Johnson in pure hand-to-hand combat, but defeat will be a very long time later.

"You even feel proud!"

Apparently, Johnson, who was fighting Morgan, misunderstood the meaning of the Spider Empress's smile, and he looked even more angry, his blonde hair in his shawl spread out like the mane of a real lion, and there was an unquenchable flame burning in his emerald pupils: if it were a real thing, Morgan would have been a charred corpse long ago.

"The father who betrayed us makes you feel good? Will deceiving your brothers, your children, and your kingdom make a false life feel the slightest hint of reality? ”

"What do you want to run away from? What do you want to resist with your precious little lie: no matter what vicious intentions you have, now that everything is over, nothing has changed for you, and the punishment for betrayal is your final end. ”

"In the name of my father, I will bring you back to Terra: if you dare to continue to resist to the end, then bring your head back: I don't care about the difference between the two!"

"I don't care. 】

Morgan replied with a smile, her deftly unloading the angry ripostes from the Caliban, for she knew every detail of these attacks by heart, and the Spider Queen even had plenty of spare time to observe the angry face.

I have to say that this Johnson in front of him is indeed very realistic, and the genetic prototype of the real Dark Angel Legion is just a little bit less temperamental.

But for Morgan, even the slightest gap allowed her to distinguish the truth of the person in front of her: after all, this little gap was even more conspicuous in the Spider Queen's pupils than the entire galaxy.

This made her sarcastic smile even more arrogant.

[I have never denied it, I have been running away from something, Johnson: just as I have never denied my cowardice, just as I never thought I had lied to any of you, especially you, my silly ridiculous brother. 】

[I have never told you a lie, I am only telling those broken truths, I am only extracting from those truths, the part that you are willing to hear, and in them, not a single one of them is a lie: of course you know this, but you just don't want to admit it, you indulge in the scenes that can pierce your heart, and you want to refuse and welcome it laughing. 】

You are a beast, Johnson, and the beast can only hear its own stomach, it cannot hear its own heart. 】

The Lord of Avalon let out a shrill laugh, and her sarcasm was even harsher than hers, at least, the Caliban lion opposite her was undoubtedly enraged: his strength grew heavier, his swing became more frenzied, and the silver blades of steel burst through the air, blurring into a murderous crescent, ignoring the fact that Morgan's axe left a new mark of blood on his shoulder.

It took more time for the Lord of the Dawnbreaker to temporarily push back the false brother: she wondered if she should use the power of psionic energy to end a duel that was already a low odd for her.

But whenever her eyes met the angry face, Morgan had a hard time gathering the desire to tear it to shreds.

Confronting Johnson: Even a false Johnson, the Spider Queen seems to struggle to muster enough murderous rage: the excessive compromises of the past seem to be a burden now, preventing the Gene from unleashing her devastating powers.

What a hassle.

Morgan gritted her teeth, her originally comfortable mood was clouded with a haze at this moment, so that she had to keep talking to herself in her heart.

Think, Morgan, think......

Think about what this bastard in front of you makes you angry on weekdays.

Think about the times when you were eager to tear this guy to shreds and throw it into the Glory Queen's subspace engine reactor.

Think about those keywords, think about it.

What's going on?

Morgan tilted his head, the silver-white blade slashed past her ear, the dazzling light reflected in the primordial pupils, and the protogens glanced at it, and in the blue-blue eyes engraved on the blades, she managed to see the words she had in mind.

——————

"It's just six legions of Titans, and their sacrifice is worth it."

"Why don't you just go find six more?"

"Those guys who came to explain the loss are too troublesome, you go and help me deal with it...... How do I know they came because of something I can't remember. ”

"You hurry up with this batch of documents, I will ask for them in three hours: by the way, don't forget the last batch of documents, I will have someone pick them up in an hour."

"That plan, you say?"

"Oh, is that the backup plan you changed twenty-three times?"

"I think...... Actually, the first version was pretty good: just use that. ”

"Is the headache better, come with me to the battlefield, put the documents first, and then approve them when you come back."

"Morgan, we've all been back from the battlefield for almost an hour, and the documents haven't been approved yet."

"You said the handover documents, and I asked Koss to destroy them: what's wrong?"

"You're here: will you report to me about your legion?"

"You don't have a lot of people......"

"I've never cared about these so-called logistics: nothing has happened."

"Morgan ......"

"I believe in your abilities!"

——————

【……】

【……】

【……】

[Fuck you, give the old lady to die quickly!! 】

The anger has never been stronger.

Manic psionic energy converged at the fingertips of the Genetic Prototype with an unprecedented momentum, powerful enough to tear apart an entire Titan legion born in Morgan's angry gaze, like an arrogant dragon, letting out a roar that made the entire space tremble.

Without the slightest hesitation, the roaring rage accompanied by the heavy hammer of psionic energy smashed straight into the lion of Caliban: at this time, the false Lord of the Dark Angels had just finished adjusting to the gravity imbalance of the previous attack, and he didn't even have time to spit out a new cruel word, only the suddenly narrowed pupils could explain the emotions in his heart.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Johnson is very strong: he is indeed very strong, even if he looks at all the genetic prototypes, his strength is enough to protect the existence of five battles, in the fight of the blade, most of the genetic prototypes will not be the opponent of this unscrupulous Caliban, including Morgan.

But Johnson wasn't strong enough: at the very least, the Lord of Caliban was no more powerful than the smallest model of God's Machine in the face of the Spider Empress's call for psionic frenzy.

The destructive power that comes from the subspace is so powerful: even between the emperor's heirs, it can still create an unbridgeable gap in strength between two individuals, which is the only reason why primordials like Magnus or Morgan are generally not compared to their blood relatives.

There is no difference between strong and weak in the face of the power they wield.

Johnson is like this now: the illusory Lord of Caliban is like a halfling pinched by the giant's palm, unable to even struggle too violently, and before he can get out of this predicament, the enraged Spider Queen wields the giant's [arm] with all her might.

And the tragedy that followed was needless to say, Johnson flew around like a shooting star hammer that was too tightly bound, flying around among the ornate walls and tapestries, the debris of bricks and the blood on the forehead of the genetic prototype flowing down in a dazzling way.

Before her anger wore off, Morgan seized the opportunity absentmindedly, urging the giant's fingers and listening to the sound of each of Johnson's bones shattering in her sneer, until the skin flowed uncontrollably on the floor along with the armor: the moment she saw this scene, for some reason, the good mood of the original genogen dissipated in an instant.

[Until now, it's still damn silent and stubborn......]

Morgan's eyebrows cast a haze.

[At least at this point, you're imitating pretty well.] 】

“……”

The scarred Johnson lay there, still silent.

Seeing this scene, Morgan only snorted lightly, and her good mood was completely terminated with this light hum, and then, the gene protogen blinked, and the immobile Johnson was thrown into the chaos of the ruins of the house, and the concussive sound even made people wonder if it was the roar of the extinction order.

But Morgan knew that none of this would kill her [brother]: Johnson was only temporarily injured, and if it was the real-life Lord of Caliban, it wouldn't take him even two minutes before he crawled out alive and continued the fight.

It's just that......

He wasn't Johnson after all.

【……】

The Spider Empress tilted her head, her gaze mixed with an icy chill: in her gaze, the [Seriously Injured] figure jumped up almost in the next second, but it had completely changed its appearance.

[Can't this attack defeat you? 】

"Only the weakest of them will be struck down by this sorcery of yours!"

With a hysterical roar, another figure rushed out of the ruins: a thick green smoke shrouded his pale face, and the king of Barbaros stepped out of the ruins in place of his brother, and behind him was a kingdom designed for him.

[I have to say, you chose the worst option. 】

The Lord of Avalon sneered beyond the obvious: she took the initiative to meet the scythe-wielding Lord of Death with her axe blade, and the collision between the primordials formed a storm that blew away the newly raised mist in an instant.

[Of all of them, you chose the one I didn't care about the least: I could even crush Motarian's heart without any psychological pressure.] 】

"Nobody cares about you: a lie is a lie after all, and even if you deceive yourself, it won't become real, fool! You're just a liar! ”

The Lord of Death wielded his scythe, an unstoppable force that struck the Spider Queen back a few steps, her shaky posture indicating her unsteady center of gravity.

[I don't need you to care!] 】

The Lord of Avalon gritted her teeth, inwardly anticipating the next attack from Motarian and wielding her axe in advance, eager to overwhelm the powerful brother.

But her plan fell through: it wasn't Mortarian's scythe that greeted her.

"I didn't want to care."

"If it weren't for you getting too close, and with pathetic malice."

The white armor of the Chagatai Khan was as calm as his voice, and he dodged Morgan's attack with a slight movement of his toes, and the curved saber swung in his palm like thunder on a midsummer night, slicing Morgan's forehead in the blink of an eye, causing the broken hair and blood to soak the Spider Queen's turquoise pupils, stinging unbearably.

"Admit it, you are the one who has stepped through the thunder pool: you are the one who wants to keep your so-called self-safety, and at the same time you are pretending to be close to each of your brothers, eager to get some benefit from them, and no matter how much you claim to love them, your starting point is only the most contemptible selfishness."

"Hide in your shadows: I never mind cutting off the heads of the despicable."

【……】

Morgan didn't reply, she discarded her heavy weapon in time, and used Gorgon's hand to carry the Khan's next attack, and then, she roared again with psionic rage, but the white scarred genoplasm obviously had more precautions, and the power of the subspace only broke one of his arms, but it couldn't stop him from hiding in the darkness further back.

"Mistakes don't stay buried forever."

"I hope you are doing it yourself."

【……】

The Spider Empress still didn't respond, she hurried to stop the blood from her forehead, her heavy gasps and the movement of stooping to pick up her weapon took over the rest of the rest: and when she adjusted, she felt the strange restlessness in the shadows.

[Okay.] 】

[Which preacher came to me to explain the truth of his life?] 】

"You don't deserve the truth!"

Before he could finish speaking, an earth-shattering roar erupted from the shadows, and then a scarlet hurricane swept over an overly tall giant and came to Morgan: as one of the emperor's heirs, Magnus was so big that even when he knelt on one knee, Morgan barely reached his chest.

He pointed at Morgan, anger burning across his crimson face like never before.

"You have deceived me, you have deceived me and my children, you have betrayed my trust, you do not deserve any friendship from me, I have believed in you so much, I believe that you are my best friend in my path, I believe that you are the companion that the Emperor has specially shaped for me, I am willing to share with you my dreams, my visions, and even my true heart, but look what you have done. Greedily divide and eat my soul? ”

"Don't make excuses, Morgan, sin is sin, no matter how much you try to hide it, the sin in your belly cannot be erased, the crime you have committed, a real crime, your greedy claws reach out to your brothers, and kill their lives for your survival."

"You deserve to be put on trial, I swear no one will defend you for your meanness."

【……】

Morgan frowned: if this naïve and ridiculous statement came out of the mouth of anyone in the galaxy, Morgan would only disdain it, but Magnus was different, he was a victim, even the Spider Queen could not deny it.

He is stupid, but on this issue, he is invincible.

So, she simply laughed.

[Then what are you going to do, kill me: you don't have this ability, Magnus, you can't swing a powerful fist, you can't become a real warrior, the battlefield is too adult for you. 】

Naturally, this statement provoked a furious attack from the King of Prospero: and as if to confirm the correctness of Morgan's words, Magnus did not even use his own psionic powers, he took a step and rushed with a fist.

The Lord of Avalon shook his head.

[Idiot. 】

She said.

Then, with a casual swing of her axe, the dawnbreaker's genetic prototyp slapped Magnus's two fists open, and in a furious roar, she stepped forward and approached the overly tall brother: the burly size was now a constraint, preventing the King of Prospero from fighting back immediately.

And in the moment Magnus hesitated, Morgan was ready to counterattack, her psionic energy gathered into a heavy hammer, fiercely smashing Magnus's chest, and as the Scarlet King instinctively bent over because of the pain, the ensuing axe blade delicately slashed through his fragile, confident that there was no armor to protect it.

Blood spilled like a torrential downpour, and the staggering genoplasm fell backwards, eventually crashing into the shadows: Morgan just spat on the floor, and she didn't even shed a single sweat from the victory.

[Who's next?] 】

Avalon opened her mouth, feeling a bitter sensation in her throat.

[A strong one, or a fragile one: what kind of questions have they prepared to pretend to torture me?] 】

"I wasn't going to torture you, sister."

"But I did prepare the questions."

The light dimmed for a moment, and the darkness in front of him split in half like a peeled fruit, accompanied by a puff of damp breathing, and Morgan only felt the shadow invade the back of his neck. Then there was the touch of the claws caressing her shoulder.

"Do you really think you've tamed me: successful enough for you to show off?"

"In front of our father, proud of your control over me?"

The Midnight Ghost was there, lying on Morgan's back, his cold breath lapping against the Spider Queen's softest skin, and the sharp claws could pierce any of Morgan's ribs at any moment, but when Morgan turned his head to look at him, he was gone.

A voice emerges from another dark shadow.

"You taught me: you kept saying that it was teaching, and you pretended that even you believed it, but you neither taught me to be a good person, nor did you keep me in the instinct of being a villain, you made me a fool who could not be high or low, a fool who was as stupid as you."

"Does it make you happy that you have made a demon who originally belonged to our father into a mediocrity that belongs to you alone: just to get a little benefit and pleasure from the emperor, you promised a brother the rest of his life, even without the slightest regard for how many soldiers and the world this act would affect?"

"You are greedy and selfish: for so many years, this is the only truth in your mouth."

"Should I boast about you: at least, I don't hate that part of you."

"Why don't you teach me how to be a selfish bastard?"

[If you want to, you can start the first lesson now.] 】

As he spoke, Morgan quickly turned, and the blade of the axe cut through the shadow that made a sound: Of course, there was no one.

"How generous......"

Conrad whispered in the darkness.

"In that case......"

"Then let me stay with you for a while."

[Why?] 】

"Because I want to do this: let the people in the back wait a while."

Conrad smiled: Morgan smiled in the same way.

[Very good.] 】

You've learned the first lesson. 】

(End of chapter)