[Of course I can take you to the final battle, Sergeant Tarasin, your death is not enough to make me sad anyway, but before that, you must answer me a question: What is it that you are holding in your hand? 】

"This ......"

"Actually, it's a wonderful tool to be used later."

【……】

[Please speak Gothic.] 】

"Well, in the unartistic language of you humans, this is a powerful weapon, a necessity you will need in the next battle."

[I don't think a crusade of four Genomorphs would need the aid of any weapons: even with a dagger and a blaster each, the four of us would be enough to slaughter an entire legion.] 】

"I don't doubt your strength, Lord Morgan, but consider whether you have overlooked a very small problem in your succinct and crude plan for decapitation?"

【…… Issue? 】

"Yes, the question: do you really know how to kill a genotype?"

【……】

[Do you know? 】

"Of course I don't know, after all, I've never killed a genogenitor."

"But, I've seen firsthand how our race kills more powerful beings."

"I don't know how to kill the original."

"But I have a way, to kill the gods, or rather, I have killed them: I was present in that final moment, a symbol of despair and revenge, and I saw and remembered it with my own eyes, and it was my most precious memory fragment and collection, don't you want to hear how I did it?"

[It's not going to be free, is it?] 】

"Certainly not for free."

"But don't worry, you don't have to pay the price, because someone has already paid for you, I'm just here to finish the finishing work in the transaction."

【…… Who is it? 】

"The guy you're going to kill now."

——————

The silver light flickered, the heavens and the earth fell, the distance between the stars was erased by the raised hand, the lonely and cold arc of the sky and the dusty sea of sand and rocky desert became only a door, and the actions of thousands of armies were as easy as slowly pacing from the kitchen to the dining room with a plate of sumptuous breakfast.

This is the power of psionic energy, the power of the primordial body, the power of Morgan: as she grows older and the supreme heavens surge, her grasp of the world expands with the sun like a wildfire in the dry autumn season.

From the beginning, it took concentration to teleport a team of dozens or hundreds of people to the end of the field of vision.

By now, with a wave of a finger and a blink of an eyelid, thousands of brave warriors could be freed from the shackles of gravity and walk calmly from the main hall on the battleship to the surface of the stars, leaving behind the stunned sighs on their faces.

In addition to these tiniest details, the psionic powers of the Lord of Avalon can also be used in greater directions: not to mention the processing of vast amounts of information, and the coordination and command of the four legions and fleets, the landing force on the ground alone has been able to fight unhindered until now, without the full protection of the Spider Queen.

If it weren't for Morgan's psionic powers, which had been overwhelming like a birdcatcher's grand net, tens of thousands of Astarte warriors would have succumbed to the extreme mental control on the Silent Star.

As Heydrich's chosen lair, the Silent Star is even more dangerous than the veterans on the front lines have ever seen or heard: Morgan had neglected once in the high-intensity work of multithreading, and that was the shortest of the time.

And at the moment when the genetic prototype did not shine for the time being, the hundred veterans wandering on the outer front: no matter what legion they came from, no matter how determined and experienced they were, they were all manipulated by the will of the ruthless in that brief moment, and became puppets no different from those flesh and blood monsters.

It was so fast that even Morgan couldn't reverse it all, and the control was so complete that even the reacting Spider Empress couldn't save them: the veterans' only remaining sense of self could only howl in despair, watching their flesh twist and turn under absolute control, stabbing blades and bombs into each other's bodies until their blood drained and their hearts stagnated, until they fell, dissolved, and got up again, becoming part of Heydrich's army of joy and sorrow.

And the last bit of their soul is used as nourishment, swallowed up by the Silent Star itself, and under the capture of some unknown force, they begin to fall all the way: into the earth's crust, into the mantle, into the core, and finally into some abyss that even Morgan does not dare to explore, not somewhere in the subspace, but some kind of void hidden in this world itself, some kind of void that should not exist at all.

Some kind of ......

"Disturbing place, isn't it?"

Standing beside Morgan, Tarasine's icy smile had never been so annoying to the Lord of Avalon, but Morgan still had to take the well-informed Necromantic Overlord as his last hole card in a desperate future.

Do you know what that is? 】

Morgan turned his head and glanced at the Endless Behind her to the left, and there was not much left in his mind to pretend about the alien old fellow: on their side, thousands of Astarte warriors were methodically divided into several strands like rivers blocked by mountains, in order to support those fronts that were in different directions but in equally critical situations.

Among these supporters, there are not only the warriors of the Daybreaker, but all four legions evenly, they are almost the last elite force of the Human Empire in this war, and although there are still some scattered fighters in the low earth orbit and fleet, but for this war as a whole, their positioning is actually no more different from [Skirmishers].

The casualties caused by the high-intensity battle on the inside and outside, which lasted for hundreds of hours, were even more than the genetic protogens had originally predicted, and even the Dawnbreaker Legion, which was the most cautious in its use of troops and had the smallest casualty ratio, had already reached a death rate of one in ten.

In addition, there were four times that number of Morgan's sons, who, relying on their remodeled physical strength and the strong vitality brought by the genetic seeds, were forcibly dragged back from the dry palms of the god of the dead by the apothecaries, and left the battle as seriously wounded rather than dead: as for the soldiers of the other three legions, they did not have such good luck, and their casualties can be imagined.

"I'm afraid I can't answer your question, Your Excellency Morgan, after all, the galaxy is countless times larger than you and I imagined, and even a memory carrier like me, which spans thousands of years, can't remember all the things I've ever seen, read, or heard about, let alone that there are many more things in this galaxy that I have never heard of."

Tarasin shook his head in a humble scholarly stance, but his veto did not disappoint Morgan: in more than ten years of getting along, whether it is the human genetic prototype or the overlord of the space necromancy, they have already had a basic understanding of each other: the Spider Empress knows very well that according to Tarasin's current tone, he must still have the second half of the twist.

"But ......"

The overlord of Solenamus rubbed his expensive disguised face.

"Although this galaxy is so big, that I can't even remember all of it, on the other hand, it's small, as you humans once said: There is nothing new under the sun."

"In the galaxy, there are very few completely new concepts, and when we understand the existence of one thing, we can draw inferences and understand thousands of things that are conceptually similar."

"So, although this is my first time in this place, the moment I saw the world and noticed something strange, I was more or less aware of what your brother was going to do: all I needed to do was do some field research and combine it with the newfound knowledge I had in my memory array to determine the correctness of this idea in my mind."

[Will it take a while?] 】

"According to my calculations, I'm sure I'll be able to accomplish this task before you reach that final lair, but it will only come from your authorization: I need a squad capable of breaking away from the large forces to escort me on this exploration mission, and other trivial powers like that."

【……】

Morgan didn't immediately reply to the overlord of the space necromancer, she just stood on the conspicuous low knoll, letting hundreds of warriors walk through her pupils, receiving their gaze or salute, until most of the warriors belonging to the other legions had already walked away, and only after they were surrounded by the old guards guarding in the distance, the original body turned around, walked a few steps, and came to Tarassin, bowed his head, and stared directly into the dark green eyes of the alien hidden in the hood.

[How can I trust you, Alien: Don't talk about our experience of getting along for more than ten years, in my blood, in the depths of my soul, every element that makes up me is screaming at me with all its might, making me doubt any word that comes out of your mouth with the greatest malice. 】

"It's not a matter of suspicion, ma'am."

Tarasin didn't seem surprised by what he saw, and perhaps Morgan's reaction was already in his anticipation.

"Your heirs are bleeding, your brothers and your legions are in danger, and you cannot guarantee a glorious future for their heroic efforts, for the future is hidden in the unknown, a location that even you cannot explore."

"In this case, whether or not my offer is harboring evil intentions, as long as I can help you achieve the ultimate victory, you will definitely accept it in your character, won't you?"

"I'm just asking for a squad to escort you, an elite squad is just a pittance compared to the tens of thousands of heirs you're bleeding and dying on the front lines: if you could seal the win by sacrificing just five men, would you refuse such a deal?"

Morgan frowned.

[My heirs did shed their blood and died there, I have never lost them so painfully since I met them, but they know what they are dying for, they are dying in battle with the Inner Ring Knights and the Wolf Guard, they are dying for a war that must be won: don't confuse your set with all this, Xenomorph! 】

"Well, this is indeed a noble word, a noble reason: but this great part of your generous statement is pale in reality alone."

The Endless spread out his hands, and when he stood there and spoke to Morgan, there was an elder-like gentleness and helplessness in his voice, as if he was teaching a junior who he was extremely optimistic about, but with whom he had contradictions at every turn.

"To put it in the words of bloody reality: what if I deliberately consumed one of your warriors? You need my research and speculation, and you need the weapon I have now, and that's something you have to bow your head to admit, the Primordial. ”

"You can't win all the time, you can't keep your head held high, frustration and loss are things that every life has to experience, and you are no exception."

【……】

"The reason why I am able to stand here and talk to you about these things is because the defeat I have suffered has been greater than yours, and I have lost more than you can imagine: so I am more fearless than you think, so I can step into this war without baggage."

【……】

"Listen, what you should do is take my advice and look at what really matters."

"After all, those of yours, those Le Fay Knights: oh, I like the name, the Terminator unit unique to your legion, all the members of which are old monsters who have been in service for more than two hundred years, have touched the edge of that final fortress."

"But if you don't pay any more attention to them, their victory and their lives may end here: have you discovered that at the edge of your psionic senses, something intolerable in the real universe has appeared, and they are your real enemies?"

【……】

The genogen's brow furrowed.

Morgan realized that the improvised bluff he had set up had been punctured by this cunning fellow: Tarasin was right, the Spider Queen's web of psionic perception, which was constantly trying to open up and envelop the world, had already detected the tide of demons pouring in from the rifts of the subspace.

A few seconds ago, their specifications were within the expectations of the Lord of Avalon, and now they are an army that needs to be taken seriously by Morgan: the power of subspace has always been able to turn mere numbers into a hammer of despair.

【……】

[You will get what you want, Tarasin, I will issue a password, whether it is a squad or something else, you can transfer it according to my orders, I will let Lana stay to assist you, I hope your results will not disappoint me. 】

"Hmmm......"

"Can you change someone?"

The Endless looked a little helpless.

[What's wrong?] Lana is the best kid I've ever found. 】

"I don't deny it, but there's a little bit of a ...... between me and the fighter Dirty: The main thing is that he really can't understand the necessity of failure in an adventurous activity, and while I'm used to it, he clearly hasn't. ”

【……】

Morgan couldn't understand what he was saying: it was probably some kind of archaeological thing.

[I don't have the heart to care about the between you now: the order will be given, and you can pick it up yourself, the team. 】

"Thank you so much for your generosity, my lord."

The exaggerated salute of the Endless.

"I promise to finish my job before it's too late: before that. Be sure to take the box and keep the weapon inside until you give it to the right person, who could be one of your blood brothers. ”

【…… What the hell is this? 】

"In the shallow understanding of you humans, this is a dagger buried in a scroll, a blade used to assassinate the Emperor: in the worst case scenario I can imagine, without this weapon, you would not have been able to kill the enemy you were going to face next."

[Can you kill it by using it?] Is there anything special about the weapon itself? 】

"There's really nothing special about it, after all, it's a single-purpose weapon, and from the moment it was created, it has only one mission."

What is it? 】

"Kill God."

"Kill the gods who have vengeed and killed us."

"The weapon in front of you is just a fragment of that time: you can't imagine how powerful we used to kill those gods, and this blade as part of that power is enough for the situation at hand."

Aren't they dead? 】

"yes, in theory."

"But right now, someone is dancing with their corpses against you."

"And this is the direct reason why I had to intervene in this war: that brother of yours has created a new body for himself, a body pieced together by the gods of the past, and with these broken copper and iron in your hands, it is impossible to really threaten him."

"Frankly, I don't know how he did it, but I know ......"

"He must be destroyed, utterly destroyed, just as we destroy the evil gods who have taken everything from us, completely erased from the real universe."

"If you can't, we'll do the necessary thing."

I'm going to wake up early tomorrow, so there's no second shift, and you guys have to go to bed early

(End of chapter)