Visenya, under the supervision of two Praetorian soldiers, entered the inner court of the Terra Palace.

Visenya, that's her name, is a title given by her Creator himself: in Morgan's words, since they're going to walk the galaxy on behalf of the Lord of Avalon, each Stellar Maiden must have a name of their own, a symbol that can be remembered by mortals.

Although secretly, Visenya thinks that her original code name [Orion] is up to the job, there is no reason for her to refuse the gift from her creator: it only makes her prouder, more ruthless, and always remembers defending the dignity of the Spider Empress in front of outsiders.

Even now, these [outsiders] in her eyes are actually the forbidden army of the human empire, a perfect existence created by the emperor himself: theoretically speaking, except for the few top powerhouses such as the human lord, the palm sealer, and the genetic prototype, no creature in the whole galaxy will be the opponent of the forbidden army.

But Visenia, or Orion, made it clear that the last thing the empire lacked was this theoretical power: after all, if we only looked at the data on paper and the tactical deductions in the staff, then the Great Expedition should have been completed long ago.

You must know that the number of armies and fleets possessed by the Human Empire has far exceeded the sum of all his opponents in the galaxy, and in the face of this absolute numerical disparity, any resistance should not exist, and the resisters will always fail anyway.

But the fact is that the resistance scattered along the front lines of the Great Expedition has not only not disappeared, but has become more fanatical and determined with the reputation of the Empire: in the galaxy, there are countless pocket empires and independent civilizations willing to engage in a hopeless all-out confrontation with the human empire.

Some of them are because of their pride in their past glory and their military might, some because of the defense of their freedom, and some of them are desperate to resist: they may not want to surrender, but the human empire will not allow them to surrender.

In short, just as the most optimistic estimation is that the Empire's Great Expedition will take at least a century to complete: even in the most conservative of terms, these golden shield-bearers in the palace of Terra are by no means invincible.

In Visenya's own memory alone, she could think of no less than thirty figures who could confront or even defeat the two forbidden armies in front of her in a one-man duel: most of these figures were monsters from the Dawnbreaker Legion that were even older than the Forbidden Army, and a few were overly dangerous [personal possessions] that Morgan had concealed.

As for the third category, it is Visenya herself: of course, her fellow Slearatires.

For example, Ania is known as Virgo, and Semiramis is known as the constellation of Celestia: when the handmaidens of the stars are in full swing, they can also defeat the arrogant golden warriors in front of them.

After all, as the Stellar Handmaidens, each of them has been endowed with great power by Morgan: Visenya herself, for example, from the moment she was created, she was already the top psyker in the galaxy, and according to the hierarchy of mortals, she should be called Alpha? Or Alphaga?

None of this mattered, Visenya knew very well that if her creator wanted to, then with a single command from Morgan, she could plunge the holy Terra under her feet into a mad dream that would never wake up, so that these billions or even tens of billions of mortals would kill each other in a conscious will, but unable to control their instinctive and hunger, until the last drop of blood was drained on the soil of pain.

It only takes a little time for her to do that.

But even so, Visenya wasn't the most powerful of her peers: in her recently updated memory template, Morgan had so far created at least six Stellar Handmaidens, the culmination of the hard work of the Lord of Avalon over two decades since he returned to the Empire.

The [Sixth] created before the original body set off for the Battle of Randan, the one who specializes in fighting and killing, is now sleeping in the deepest depths of the Dawnbreaker Legion's flagship [Dawning Goddess].

But Visenya didn't like her, as a machine that only served Morgan, she rarely possessed such an autonomous emotion, but Visenya was quite disgusted with the newborn sixth: every stellar maid was quite disgusted with the sixth.

As for the reason......

……

Because she's a mongrel, she's a ......

"Here we are."

In front of Visenya, the voice of the Janissaries was cold and rhythmic, sounding like a clockwork classical mechanical clock, which was palpitating but pleasing to the eye.

The Emperor's Guard turned, his pupils hidden beneath the yellow-black helmet, and it was impossible to see what color was inside: but Visenya could feel that the Emperor's guard in front of her was just as disgusted with her.

Or rather, a hostility based on oversight and mistrust.

She wasn't sure if this hostility was a derivative product: the Janissaries didn't trust the Protogen, so they didn't trust Morgan, and therefore they didn't trust Visenya as the Primordial's squire.

Rather, who will this group of golden arrogants trust?

Orion blinked, she suppressed the smile in her pupils, turned her head slightly, and swept her gaze over the shield-bearer, looking at the few but certainly existing loopholes, and spent a second maliciously thinking about how she could get rid of the forbidden soldier at the lowest cost.

After that, Visenya smiled perfectly, not unlike her own creator, and even bowed slightly to the Janissary before walking towards the tall building in front of her in the slightest hostile gaze.

Before knocking on the door, she reached out and polished the bright copper patterns on the door, as a mirror to observe her appearance: at this time, Visenya was wearing a very elaborate dark suit, except for the braided fiery red hair and pretty face, there was no feminine charm on her body, just like her creator.

She was not wearing a weapon, but clutched the briefcase in her hand, which was neatly lined with hundreds of data boards through which any intelligent person could grasp the details of the internal affairs of the Far Eastern Frontier.

And her task is to put these things in the hands of her mother without reservation.

Then she felt two powerful breaths in the temple: the one that was kind, undoubtedly her Creator, and the other, strange but equally powerful, was the famous Palm Seal.

Visenya took a deep breath, and she raised her hand to knock on the gates that were even older than the Empire.

——————

“……”

"Is this your creation?"

[It's my daughter.] 】

“……”

The Palm Sealer rested his arms on the table, then crossed his hands against his chin, and his old but not cloudy pupils looked at Visenya, who stood beside Morgan like a statue.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the [Genetic Prototype Handmaid] in front of him with unprecedented concentration, and was silent for a while before shaking his head and sighing in a low voice.

"You're bolder than I thought."

[Don't pretend to be shocked here, Your Excellency.] 】

Morgan held her face with one hand, and grasped the data board with the other, absentmindedly reading the data inside, she lazily raised her eyelids, glanced at the person who pretended to be deep in front of her, and even didn't bother to make a fuss with him.

After all, in this sacred, ancient, yet empty hall of the Great Council, there were only three people: she, Machado, and Visenya: who was here to play.

The person on the other side didn't even bring his own untouchable narrator, and it seemed that he had made up his mind that he didn't want the content of today's conversation to get out.

The Lord of Avalon chuckled.

[You are the Bearer, the controller of the Imperial Government, the King of the Dark Realm of the entire galaxy: the spies planted in the mortal forces of the Dawnbreaker Legion, even to the point that I am too lazy to cleanse them, don't tell me, you don't know these star maidens of mine, I have never hidden their existence too much. 】

“……”

Machado snorted, he didn't bother to disguise anything in front of Morgan.

"I've paid a lot of price for this sentence of [too lazy to clean] in your mouth: I've always lost more spies in the Dawnbreaker Legion than the other nineteen legions combined."

"The only thing to be thankful for is this: you can still keep the most basic tacit understanding with me, just expel my spies, otherwise, the two of us will have to talk today."

【……】

Morgan browled his eyebrows and didn't reply, just concentrated on absorbing his own data.

She knew that the words of the Palm Seal were not serious: after all, ten years ago, when the Lord of Avalon expelled all the mortal agents who had planted the Palm Seal on the Goddess of Dawn for the fourth time, without harming the lives of any of them, Morgan and the Emperor's loyal servant had reached some kind of invisible tacit understanding.

So, when the fifth group of agents of the Palm Seals arrived, Morgan did not dig them up and deal with them again, and these agents who obeyed the orders of Machado did not make any more small moves, they were only [lurking] and [overseeing]: both sides were content with this superficial fact.

"But now that we've talked about it, I'll say one more thing."

The Palm Seal seemed to hesitate.

"Someone asked me to ask you: would you be interested in tweaking the list of Daybreakers in Terra's office? Or maybe a little rotation of the Far Eastern Frontier's patrol queue in the Ghoul Stars? ”

【……】

Morgan pursed his lips to avoid laughing out loud.

[Current...... Not yet. 】

She deliberately dragged out her voice very long.

[What's the matter, Your Excellency, do you have any opinions on the personnel appointment activities within the Dawnbreaker, I think my current personnel deployment is quite reasonable: look at Terra's office and the patrol posts of the Ghoul Stars, all of them are shiny brat kids, and they look really pleasing to the eye. 】

“……”

Macado blinked, he could have sworn that if it weren't for the fact that the Hydra kid was his big face, he wouldn't have bothered to bother with this mess.

"It's pleasing to the eye, but it's also a serious waste of talent, isn't it: the Dawnbreaker Legion is already struggling, and you still have to put nearly a hundred elite warriors in a place like Terra or the Ghoul Stars, maybe it's a good idea to put them somewhere else."

"Perhaps, they'll never show up in front of you again."

【……】

Morgan smiled and looked at the palm printmaker.

[Can you guarantee this?] 】

“…… I try my best. ”

[You'd better try to. 】

The Lord of Avalon raised his head slightly.

[After all, as you just said, Your Excellency, I don't shy away from the fact that my legionnaires are in difficulty, but it also means that I abhor any unauthorized mixing of sand within my legion: let him stop making such mistakes.] 】

“…… I try my best. ”

Makado sniffled, and he suddenly found that all he could say was this.

After all, although it is true that a certain Hydra Lord has grown up under his education, his restraint on this student is not solid, and can only be taught through vain advice and verbal education.

“……”

In this way, his education of the Hydra was really a failure.

But before Machado had time to feel lost, the next thing that arrived on the battlefield was Morgan's tone.

[But ......]

In the pupils of the genetic prototype, a trace of cunning greed flashed: the palm seal holder saw it clearly, but he did not feel disgusted, more than 6,000 years have long made him understand that this kind of conversation involving the exchange of interests can only go on when the other party has a desire.

[Although, I don't mind making a minor personnel change within the Dawnbreaker Legion, but on another issue, I think I can count on your help as well: right, Your Excellency the Palm Sealer?] 】

“…… Of course. ”

Really.

“……”

He swears he's definitely going to wipe the ass of this bastard kid Alpha for the last time.

"I don't know, there's anything I can do to help you."

On the surface, the palm print was calm, but in the face of his submissive attitude, Morgan raised his eyebrows and was stunned for a moment before continuing to smile and speak.

[Then I would like to ask Your Excellency the Palm Seal, do you know anything about my spiritual scriptures?] 】

"Very good book."

Machado nodded, he reached out and poured himself a cup and jug from the shelf by the wall.

"Although, in terms of attitude, the Lord of mankind whom we serve is eager to allow any psychic energy to disappear from the physical universe, at this point in time, his desire is destined to be unfulfilled: when we have to tolerate the existence of psionic energy, your book is the most correct attitude we should adopt."

"That's why the emperor promotes it."

[Yes, even I was very surprised by this. 】

Morgan nodded earnestly.

[Seriously, when I took the original Psionic Sacred Tome with the hot golden Imperial Aquila, I was thinking, can I use it as a key to pry open the doors of all the Legion Think Tanks?] 】

"You don't have to."

The palm printmaker took a sip of water.

"Because your genetic father has already done this for you."

【……】

Seeing Morgan's surprise, Makado laughed out loud.

"Why, do you think that your book alone can make the spiritual energy popular so quickly among the legions: the popularity of anything is essentially the success of a means of propaganda."

There was a smile in the palm print's eyes.

"In the past ten years, whenever the emperor meets his heirs, he will inadvertently mention your book in the conversation, and then praise it: His words are more effective than your propaganda for ten years, because after almost every genetic prototype returns, your psionic holy scriptures will become popular in his own legion."

"However, you need not be surprised by this, as I said earlier, your book is the attitude that the Empire should have towards psionic energy now, and the Emperor is just making sure that every son and legion he meets can have this correct understanding."

[How many legions did he secure?] 】

“……”

Machado hesitated.

"At the very least, he's secured the Shadow Moon Wolf and the Imperial Fist."

【……】

“……”

"So, if you want me to do anything to help with the Psionic Scriptures, then there's no need to engage in this kind of transactional question: just say, what can I do to help?"

【……】

Morgan hesitated, and this overly blunt kindness made her a little uncomfortable.

[So, I'll put it bluntly: You should know that after the release of that Psionic Tome, I've been preparing for a series of follow-up supplements, extras, and additional settings for the Psionic Tome, right? 】

The Palm Sealer nodded.

"Of course I know: whether it's the alphabet of simple psionic runes, the encyclopedia of psionic alien races, or the aggregate record of all the mass psionic riots and catastrophic experimental errors of all time, you didn't hide the existence of these additional readings from my agents."

"What, you're done writing them? Need my approval? ”

[Approval is not required.] 】

Morgan shook his head.

[It just occurred to me that although my psionic tome was already a sufficient thing for the vast majority of psionics in the Empire, there were always some psionic beings whose potential, or think tanks, was higher than his peers. 】

“……”

Although Morgan was a little vague, Macado understood the Lord of Avalon's voice at once: he sneered.

"I warn you, Morgan, wasn't your original intention in writing the Psionic Tome so that the psionics in the empire could use their abilities in absolute safety: if your next book wants to take care of the more gifted, then you will be drifting away from this original intention."

"Want to write a book that only those geniuses can read?"

"What is the essential difference between you and Magnus at this moment?"

【……】

No, I meant it for my children to use for themselves.

Morgan's eyes narrowed, she knew that these words must not be spoken.

So, the Lord of Avalon became a little calmer.

You're right. 】

The original nodded.

[I know: If I make an advanced textbook according to my standards, it is undoubtedly dangerous, after all, I am a primordial, and my perspective is destined to be different from those mortals. 】

[And on the other hand, I am too young: I am not destined to really feel the harm that psychic energy has done over the years, and naturally I am not able to compile books that are absolutely discreet.] 】

[But ......]

Morgan's words turned again.

[Although I can't do it, it doesn't mean that others can't do it either.] 】

She laughed, and in her lit pupils was the stunned face of the person with the palm print.

[In particular, a certain person who has lived for 6,000 years and has been revered as the palm seal as early as the Age of Strife, whether in theory or in practice, is undoubtedly a certain great man who stands at the pinnacle of human psionic research.] 】

“……”

Morgan curled the corners of her mouth, and she looked directly at the palm print in front of her, while Machado narrowed her eyes as she chewed on the words from the genetic's mouth: he roughly guessed what Morgan's "help" meant.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

The Palm Seal seemed to sigh: this daughter of the Emperor seemed to have more than all his sons combined, not to mention anything else, the administrative system of the late stage of the Great Expedition, the Palm Seal had not yet fully conceived and understood, which threw out an advanced version of the Psionic Sacred Text.

I'll have to let him lose a few hairs.

[A very understandable matter, Your Excellency the Palm Seal. 】

The Lord of Avalon crossed his legs, sat in his seat, and spread one hand.

[From the perspective of practical interests, we cannot ignore that in the empire, there are some gifted psionics, suppressing their talents will cause a waste, what we should do is to develop their talents as safely as possible. Therefore, in the basic psionic scriptures, we still need an advanced textbook. 】

[But, as I just said, I personally can't write this advanced textbook well, so I need your help: it's up to you to provide advice, and even more, I'm sure you've compiled your psionic talents more than once in the past six thousand years, right?] 】

[I think I only need the most basic one of them, plus some ideas in my mind, and finally you or the emperor will personally check it: an advanced psionic textbook, won't this appear? 】

“……”

"Yes, yes."

Machado nodded slowly.

He had to admit that Morgan was roughly right: in his collection, there were indeed several ancient psionic research notes, although in the eyes of the current palm printmakers, they were just naïve ideas from the time of youth and frivolity, but for most of the [psionic geniuses] in this galaxy, it was the most suitable reading for them, and the content in it was enough for them to study for a lifetime.

If these readings can be repurposed, compiled into a book, and checked by the emperor and the person holding the seal, then these advanced teaching materials can indeed stimulate the power of those psionic geniuses, which is indeed a good thing for the human empire that is in dire need of any power to carry out the great expedition at the moment.

A good thing with risks: But then again, what is not risky?

Merely......

"How are you going to distribute it?"

Maca's eyes narrowed.

"An advanced textbook like this is destined to be a niche subject: you can't send this work of yours directly to the legions, or even mortal expeditionary fleets, like you would with the Psionic Sacred Text."

"After all, there is no shortage of fools in this world who are mediocre in qualifications but consider themselves geniuses, and this kind of advanced textbook, once it circulates on a large scale, will only lead to more disasters: it will be contrary to the original idea of your psionic canon, Morgan."

The Palm Printmaker frowned.

"Speaking of which, I think I have to remind you, the Dawnbreaker's genetic proto: don't get carried away by the temporary success of the Psionic Sacred Scripture, you need to know that in essence, the Emperor still hates psionic beings, but he can't uproot psionic energy for the time being, so he has to pinch his nose and tolerate your book for a while."

"It's good that your book can help most people recognize the horror of psionic powers: but if psionic energy itself doesn't exist, it's even better for the emperor."

"So, I hope you can remember: security and the mass line are the biggest reasons why this psionic canon of yours can be written, don't try to play any high-end operations in this regard, it is self-defeating."

The gaze of the palm seal is serious, and in front of this serious gaze, even those who are as strong as the Spider Empress can only bow their heads.

Thank you for the reminder, Your Excellency. 】

Morgan nodded.

[Speaking of which, you are the first person to be able to mention these things to me: most of my brothers, although most of them have already read my books, and their relationship with me is not bad, but all of them have never seen this, let alone reminded me of it, even a single sentence. 】

In this respect, you are a wise man, Your Excellency. 】

"Smart people are not counted, they have suffered a lot of losses."

Makado waved his hand.

"After all, what you are doing now is not something new, but only a plucking up some of the actions of humanity's past history and transforming them to make them more suitable for the present environment: to use the Guterra proverb, there is nothing new under the sun."

[History has always been a cycle. 】

"As long as I listen to what you just said, I can deduce what you want to say next: this advanced psionic tome is not as suitable for the public as the original, so it is destined to be impossible to be uniformly distributed, and it can even be said that the smaller the scope of its circulation, the better."

"So ......"

The Palm Printer stopped.

He raised one of his hands, his fingers clasped together, and the words in his mouth: it was only a few moments of thought, and the old man of more than six thousand years had naturally come up with a feasible plan, and this was the plan that Morgan had in mind now.

"The best option, then, for us, is to first select these geniuses from the various legions and expeditionary fleets, and then gather them in one place, test their temperament and personal character, and then train them as appropriate."

"In this way, we can not only give full play to the advantages of the advanced version of the Psionic Sacred Tome to the greatest extent and cultivate excellent psionic masters, but also make the advanced version of the Psionic Sacred Tome as much as possible to read with a low safety factor, and not too much circulation."

At this point, the palm printmaker finally fully understood Morgan's thoughts, and saw him look up and look at Morgan, his pupils flickering.

However, the only problem with this plan is that there are many practical problems with this unified training institution, such as who should be responsible for it? And where should it be located? These are all objective problems. ”

"After all, not everyone is suited to educate these psionic geniuses from the various legions: I may be able to teach them, but I certainly don't have time to do so."

"And on the other hand, Holy Terra may be qualified to be the location of such a training institution, but it is too far from the front line of the Great Expedition, and those Astartes in the Terra office are even considered to be semi-retired, and it is naturally impossible for the psionic geniuses to return to the Holy Terra from the front line of the Great Crusade for a few more years, which will cause extreme inefficiency and attrition."

The Palm Sealer paused again.

He looked at Morgan, his eyes playful, and the words in his mouth were word-for-word.

"Therefore, in this case, if we want this advanced teaching material to be implemented and used reliably, we must choose a top-level psionic master, who needs to have sufficient academic authority and be able to reassure me and the emperor as much as possible."

“……”

"Choose another place close enough to the front line of the Great Expedition as a training location, so that the trainees will not run around: and considering where the main battlefield of the Great Expedition will be in the future, this location is best in the Far Eastern Star Domain."

"That is to say......"

[That's right. 】

Morgan nodded, not hiding the smile on her face.

The Lord of Avalon smiled at the Palm Seal in front of her, and the Palm Seal looked at her with the same smile: the two top psionics smiled at each other like this, scolding the other side of the wisdom in their hearts.

The Spider Queen stretched out a hand and placed it on her chest, her eyebrows slightly lowered, and her pupils shimmered with brilliance: if you only look at these pupils, no one will doubt that this turquoise master is the most reliable loyal servant of the Empire.

If the Empire of Man really needs the power of these psionic geniuses, and we have some difficulty in implementing the specific education: then, I, Morgan, and my Legion of the Dawnbreakers, and my Far Eastern Frontier. 】

[Willing to help.] 】

[I am willing to be the main instructor of this advanced version of psionic training.] 】

[And as for the location of the training: what better place than the Aurora? 】

“……”

“……”

"Greed is never a good thing, the Emperor's daughter."

Machado shook his head and sighed, while Morgan just blinked slyly.

[But you have to admit it.] It's a highly viable option, and it will bring benefits to the Empire, but it also comes with risks: I am seeking more benefits for the Empire at the same time as I am doing it, and such greed is to be encouraged, isn't it? 】

“……”

The palm seal did not reply: naturally there was no denial.

The smiling Lord of Avalon, on the other hand, moved closer to Makado.

[I suppose, then, that Your Excellency, the Palm Seal, whom I respect the most and the wisest, will not mind conveying this idea of mine to my Father of Genes: and tell him what is meritorious in this? 】

“……”

The Palm Sealer was silent for a while, and finally could only snort softly.

He sighed.

"One by one: let's first explain the future administrative planning system and tax issues of the Great Expedition, and then discuss this psionic teaching material of yours."

"You, pity this old bone of mine, don't show off the idea in your head like this in the future, I can't afford it: you only need to put forward ideas, he only needs to follow the chapter, and really write the plan, but I."

Morgan blinked his eyes and showed a considerate smile, only to see the fingers of the Lord of Avalon cut open the void on one side, and in Makado's somewhat stunned eyes, a folder glowing with golden light slowly came to the front of the palm print.

[Don't worry, Your Excellency: Unlike that administrative planning system, the matter of the Psionic Festival has always been a deliberate thought of mine, so I have already planned this plan long before I arrived in the Divine Teda: you just need to look at it and check the problems in it. 】

“……”

The Palm Printer stretched out his finger and took the heavy file.

He felt the wonderful aura of the plan that had been basically completed without him having to worry about it at all.

The Emperor's loyal servant was silent for a few seconds.

"You did it yourself?"

[The thing I raised is equivalent to the trouble I caused myself, so naturally I have to solve it myself.] 】

“……”

Machado's face twitched.

"Morgan."

[Huh? 】

"You ......"

"Don't you really think about running for the position of war commander?"

【……】

The Palm Sealer looked up: to Morgan's astonishment, he was serious.

"If you're worried about Johnson's problem......

"I can help you convince him."

【……】

(End of chapter)