"It is said that it took our full father more than two hundred years to establish his own supremacy over Holy Terra: even more than the time it took the Great Expedition to last until now."

"And if we take the conditions a little more harshly, that is, the banner of the double-headed eagle can cover every inch of Holy Terra, then it will be a little longer: until the Great Expedition begins, there will be rebels such as [Crimson Walker] on Terra, and even the first battle of the Eighth Legion is against this group of stubborn sorcery tyrants."

"I know: they executed their tactical orders perfectly and played beautifully, didn't they?"

Conrad tapped his midnight-blue armor with a hint of pleasure at its spotless finish, and then his gaze shifted to Riemanrus beside him: the noisy cloaks and messy blond hair of the Fenris made the Nostramo feel instinctively displeased.

My own blood relatives are a little unclean: this is not a good civilization.

On the other hand, the space wolf's genetic protoplasm was completely unaware of the strangeness in his brother's eyes, and he was still immersed in the ancient historical events, considering how he should evaluate the blood that would not be told.

"It's beautiful, it's just a little ......"

The wolf king wanted to speak and stopped, but Conrad laughed very open-mindedly next to him.

"A little dirty?"

“…… Yes, it's a little dirty. ”

The Wolf King nodded, his smile stiff: slaughtering the entire hive of enemies, smearing the walls with blood, and decorating the sculptures with human skins: this is probably a dirty act, right?

But even Riemannus had to admit that this fear tactic of the Eighth Legion was extraordinarily effective against certain opponents: unlike his dissenting brothers, the Wolf King understood the Emperor's reasons and necessity for leaving the Eighth Legion behind.

And the actions of those sorcery overlords or slave tyrants did deserve such a tragic end, not to mention, considering the actions of the Space Wolf Legion before their genetic prototype returned, the Wolf King did not seem to be qualified to taunt the Eighth Legion.

After all, no matter how bad the style of the Scarlet Sons was, it was not so bad that it was necessary to use a special gendarmerie unit to maintain order: in the Sixth Army of Astarte before the return of Riemanrus, it was common to use gendarmes and executions to ensure that the crazy wolves would not be slaughtered indiscriminately.

Thinking of this, Riemannus could only rub his cheeks in embarrassment, he hoped that his brother, who was constantly studying history and management, had not learned the early history of the space wolf: after all, in a certain open state of mind, Riemanrus did not deliberately cover up the bad deeds of the legion in the past.

To admit what you do is to admit that how others laugh at it is someone else's business, and how they change is their business: Fenris Wolf King has always held this view, and he believes that the truly noble and intelligent beings among his brothers will understand his thoughts.

Conrad......

Let's just forget about it.

Thinking of this, the genetic protoplasm from the ice and snow world could only shake his head helplessly, his originally bold voice fell into an awkward silence, and he couldn't think of any better topic to continue the conversation for a while.

Riemannus could hear that his voice was excessively dry.

"So, you know how your Legion used to be, Conrad."

Midnight Wraith nodded.

"Of course it's clear: I'm reviewing the history of the Eighth Legion, and all the literature circulating within the Empire about them: there aren't many, and I don't know whether to be glad or sad about it."

Conrad grinned, but he couldn't see how much sadness he felt.

"When I'm done, I'll start looking at their rosters: starting with the company commanders and the corps consuls, I'll try to remember everyone's names, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it, so I'll do my best."

"Everyone's name......"

Riemanrus chewed these simple words slowly, and in his pupils, there was a trace of genuine appreciation for Conrad, and then there were several reflections on himself.

"I can't do that anyway: but I've heard that St. Giles can do it."

"Morgan can too."

Conrad replied in the affirmative.

"Really?"

"Ah, right...... She can. ”

Riemanlus was a little surprised at first, but soon relieved: he clearly remembered that after the annihilation of Randan, Morgan had indeed recounted everything about an ordinary warrior in front of him, but at that time, Riemanrus was trapped by other more important things and had no intention of doing so.

"But it's normal, after all, it's that Morgan, and our sisters' doting on her children is well-known throughout the Empire: even the space wolves under my command occasionally discuss how much the Dawnbreaker is spoiled."

“……”

Conrad blinked, and he always felt a little strange: why did many people he met think that Morgan was doting on the Dawnbreaker?

Obviously, he himself has been living on the [Aurora Goddess] for many years, but he never feels that his sister has gone beyond his own children so much.

In other words, Morgan's treatment of the Dawnbreaker is not much different from that of Conrad, except that it is a little softer.

Nothing more......

Conrad didn't feel like he was being spoiled: you know, when Morgan beat him, he was very good, and she had to hesitate when she reprimanded Rana and them, but Conrad never hesitated to beat him.

“……”

Again, Midnight Ghost blinked: after a very brief moment of thought, he decided that it would be better not to reveal the doubts in his mind.

"Of course Morgan can do it, my brother Ruth: in fact, she often flaunts this ability to me in private, and in her words, at certain moments, if you can call your heir by name, it is even more contagious and influential than giving him a medal for an entire wall."

"It's even better if it's a public place with a lot of people."

The Wolf King nodded.

"It's true: the right blow can be more lethal than a blind and aimless fight, and the same is true of combat, and the same is true of relationships."

“……”

Conrad's brow furrowed: he couldn't imagine that words like this could come out of Riemanrus's mouth, and then, a very intriguing thought popped out of the Midnight Ghost's mind and made him almost want to laugh.

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

Conrad didn't suppress his wanton smile and faced the confusion of the Fenris. He just lowered his head and suppressed his laughter as he replied in fits and starts.

"I was just thinking, Ruth, I used to think that Ling was the most savage, but now that it seems, do you think that among the four of us, the most savage will be Johnson?"

“……”

Riemanrus coughed.

"Johnson ......"

"Johnson is not entirely ignorant of human feelings, and if he wants to, he can also show kindness to others in his own way, or express his somewhat chic brotherhood: strange and fiery enough."

Speaking of this, the Fenris man obviously remembered something, he hooked the corners of his mouth, a layer of indifferent memories crossed his pupils, and the world named Duran appeared in his heart.

"Of course, I don't deny that he's still a bastard most of the time, and that so-called brotherhood is more of a flash of inspiration in his mind that no one can fathom, or even pure accidents."

"But then again, Conrad, there's one thing that I'm quite strange."

The wolf king looked at his brother.

"Why do I always feel that you are very hostile to Johnson?"

"Is this my delusion?"

"Of course not."

Midnight Wraith shook his head, and in his pale smile was a clear provocation.

"I just don't like him: I can't say I hate or hate, but of the four of us, I have the worst opinion of Johnson, and if the time allows, and the consequences are harmless, I don't mind having Johnson's blood pressure go up a little more."

“…… Why? ”

"Did Johnson provoke you?"

"That's not ......"

The Midnight Ghost turned his head away, immersing his vision in the empty, icy darkness of the solar system, and everywhere his gaze sparked, worlds ranging from white to deep crossed the edge of his vision, and the snow-colored fragments that surrounded the edge of the world were enough orbital stations and fleets to obscure a hive with its figure.

At the end of Conrad's vision, there was a small glimmer of fire that could not be ignored: it was the star called the Sun, and in the shadow of the sun's great light stood the throne called Divine Terra, which was their destination.

In the shadow of the sun, Conrad's sigh was colder than the arc light on the surface of the stars.

"Johnson is annoying, but I don't have any more grudges against him, and the reason I don't like him is that, at some point before, the two of us were too much alike: Johnson was like a more stubborn Conrad, and Conrad was like a crazier Johnson."

“……”

Riemannus was silent, he did not interject, and the emerald eyes of the wolf shimmered with thought: and Conrad did not care about his brother's reaction at this time, he only continued to pour out his cold frost in the darkness in that heavy tone like poetry.

"But, that was before: before, we were all beasts, and one beast could not laugh at the other, but would have a certain sympathy for each other, but now it is different, at least I don't think I am a beast anymore, I am already a madman, and a madman is better than a beast."

"So, when I look back at Johnson again, I naturally feel a certain disgust: because I will see in him unmistakably who I used to be, and I see the midnight ghost from Nostramo."

"You know how it feels, Ruth?"

“……”

"Ah...... Of course I do. ”

The Wolf King grinned, and his voice became the same as Conrad's: poetic, slow, bitter, and heavy, but not sentimental, only open-minded.

"What a person hates the most is often who he used to be: the stupidity of the past, the confusion of the past, the stubbornness of the past, or the powerlessness of the past, the slackness and fun of the past, are all the reasons for our hatred now."

Riemanruth snorted softly.

"So, since you don't like him, why do you support Johnson in the matter of the commander: is it really as you say, you just want to see Horus's expression?"

"Do you believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it: if nothing else, you haven't seen Horus."

"In fact I've seen, I've seen all sorts of Horus: but it doesn't matter."

Conrad waved his hand.

"And, the commander, it's the same for me whoever does it: presumably, there shouldn't be any commander who is wise enough to want to use my legion to do anything, after all, they are all people who care about face, how can they touch that bloody glove without anything~"

The yin and yang aura from the Midnight Ghost directly made Riemanrus laugh.

"Then you're purely following Morgan?"

"Almost, if Morgan wants to be the commander herself, I can vote for her: after all, she must at least be better than that Johnson guy, right?"

“……”

"It's not impossible, my dear brother Conrad."

“……”

"Huh?!"

——————

"When you first see Divine Terra, you must wonder if a throne world like this is really worthy of a galactic empire that spans the universe?"

"It's grayish-white, it's tawny, it's the color of ruins and deserts, the dominant color of Holy Terra for millennia, with occasional twisted greens, or dripping golden yellows: these two colors come from the whitewashed greenery, and from the unfinished Himalayan palace, which has been built for at least a century, but which cannot really be built until the end of the next century."

"This is the Holy Terra, a filthy hell where the soil is completely poor, the air is polluted, almost all the resources have been drained, almost all the mountains have been eradicated, and even the last drop of water vapor has been completely evaporated, it was once the glorious home planet of mankind, but thousands of years ago, it has fallen into complete depravity and madness."

"Technological barbarians and slave tyrants large and small have turned the world into a battlefield with their savagery and terror, and countless chemical and thermonuclear weapons have turned the cradle of humanity into a wasteland: chaos like this has lasted for at least eight thousand years or more, and even if the Emperor's rule has taken root in this land, at least until the end of the Great Expedition, Holy Terra will not be able to return to its former glory."

"But even so, things still have a slight turn: the reason why Divine Terra can be called [sacred] is because it has some kind of magical power, even if it itself is a living hell, even if you look at this world for the first time, it will definitely be full of disappointment and sighs, but then, when you look at it for the second time, you will inexplicably feel that there is no place more suitable as the capital and cradle of mankind than it."

"It's so fit: as filthy and unbearable as it is, ancient and heavy, it's the right throne world, the home we need."

"This is Terra, a truly magical place, and when we stand above the battleship and the orbital platform, looking at its gray body, no matter how far we go, no matter where we are in the galaxy, we can no longer forget its traces."

"This is Holy Terra, the Holy Throne World."

“……”

Riemanruth let out a long sigh.

"That's how this place feels: what do you think, Conrad?"

“……”

Conrad nodded silently.

"I think you're right."

“……”

Then, both progenitors sighed at the same time, and remained strangely silent, silent in the gloom of Terra: until the footsteps of the other two progenitors finally arrived at the end of the hallway.

——————

It wasn't until the fleet of four protogens was approaching the low Earth orbit of Holy Terra that Morgan finally completed her mission: drag Johnson out of that damn room and clean up the scruffy lion.

In short, after Johnson's non-violent non-cooperation and the extremely active back-and-forth help of the Dark Angels, when the Calibans appeared in front of his brothers, both Riemanlus and Conrad sincerely sighed for the results of Morgan's work.

"You're in good spirits, brother."

The Fenris laughed.

“……”

And the lion king was just silent.

The genetic prototype of the First Legion was now covered from head to toe in black armor, carved with red gold and silver, transformed into the sword and wings of a dark angel, and on his shoulder armor was carved a huge lion's head, whose mane was lined with a string of ruby clasps, which made a crisp sound as Johnson stepped forward.

The white shawl around the lion king's neck was trimmed with black hair, reflecting the glow of his green eyes, while an elegant iron ring tied his shoulder-length hair back and hidden in the shawl, as well as a ceremonial sword, revealing only the hilt of the ruby studd.

Next to the Lion King, Morgan was about half a position ahead of her brother, the Lord of Avalon was not dressed very formally, she did not wear the original power armor created by the emperor's craftsmen, which was standard for each genetic prototype, but wore a pair of women's ceremonial armor created by her own hands, this armor did not have the bloat of regular power armor, which could show her graceful figure.

In addition, the Spider Queen cleaned up her appearance very rarely, her original pale and dry lips now looked a little moist and reddish, and between her cheeks and eyebrows, there were also faint traces of light makeup, with light eyeshadow, the genetic prototype coiled up her long hair, revealing bright ears and a snow-white neck, and she wore a small crown that was not very arrogant, it was a work of art made of silver, enamel and pearls, and thirteen huge sapphires, It was one of Killiman's valuable gifts to Morgan, and the color of the gemstone matched the Spider Queen's pupils.

And under the crown, there is a just right shawl, a whole piece of snow fox skin worthy of the original genetic body, one of Johnson's trophies in the Caliban, the bullet passed through the two pupils of the snow fox accurately, without hurting half of the fur, and next to this shawl, the spider queen's left hand holds a gemstone scepter made of amethyst, various gems and thousands of rose-cut diamonds, this is Avalon's antiquity, and it is also their solemn tribute to their great queen, At the top of the scepter is an eagle with wings spread.

“……”

"How did you clean up Johnson and still be able to dress up like this at the same time?"

Circling slowly around his brother a few times, Conrad was exaggerated and amazed, until he felt the threatening gaze from Caliban, and then he slipped over to Morgan's side, obscuring Johnson's vision, leaning into Morgan's ear and whispering to ask him about his confusion.

[Secret. 】

The Lord of Avalon replied to her brother angrily, as if the question reminded her of some bad memories from earlier, and then Morgan turned around, grabbed Conrad's chin with his backhand, swayed from side to side, looked at his cheeks and neck, and then carefully examined Midnight Spirit's body with his gaze before nodding in satisfaction.

[Not bad, nothing needs to be improved.] 】

As he spoke, Morgan stretched out his finger and grabbed a piece of dust that had been blown between Conrad's long black hair, followed the hairline, and spilled it on the ground, and then patted Kant on the cheek with the back of his hand.

[Next time remember to pat something moisturizing on your face, your cheeks are dry like a hymn to my sons, and the bottom of your neck should also be washed well.] 】

[But overall, it's good.] 】

"That's ...... I'm a lot more worry-free than Johnson or something. ”

“……”

The Caliban's eyes narrowed, and he stood behind Morgan, meeting Conrad's defiant gaze, instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword, only to realize that it was a ceremonial saber at his waist.

“…… Tut. ”

When the Nagilfa passed through the defense network of Terra Low Earth Orbit with the highest priority, sending the genetic protogens to the airport directly to the ground of Terra, Johnson was not in a good mood.

Conrad's mood was wonderful.

【……】

Morgan may or may not know all this, but she is too lazy to care: it is better to help Conrad with a haircut, Johnson or something, anyway.

As for Riemannus......

“……”

“……”

"Poof!"

Riemannus stood aside, and he watched with pleasure.

【……】

The sound of the music appealed to Morgan.

[Don't laugh at Riemanruth, come here, let me see how you're dressed.] 】

“……”

Riemanrus couldn't laugh anymore.

And so, it was Johnson and Conrad's turn, either cryptically or overtly, to laugh: the antagonism had vanished in the blink of an eye, and the onlookers had become their common point of unity.

……

Perhaps, this is brotherhood.

(End of chapter)