"Ulan-Huda? What is that? ”

"A literal [Eater of Worlds], a guy who shouldn't exist in the real universe: you help me find those things first, and explain them to you while looking for me."

"By the way, could you move a little to the side, Visenya: that fat boobs of yours have squeezed me, and it's making me feel like I'm having trouble breathing."

"Come, Aniah, my chest is at least half a meter away from you."

"But it's squeezing my soul."

“……”

Orion only felt as if his throat was choking.

The squatting maid of the stars, whom Morgan had personally given the name "Visennia", was half-crouched, her well-developed breasts were like two strands of soft dough, squeezed at will, and from those golden pupils, a gaze mixed with disdain and pity emanated, sweeping the open plain on Virgo's chest that was large enough for a squadron of Rand raiders to gallop freely.

If you want to have no breasts, you want to have no buttocks, this eldest sister of mine is really pitiful: she is obviously the first star maid to be created, the nominal eldest sister, but when she stands in the middle of the sisters, she looks like an old man who has not reached the development period.

As soon as she thought of this, the annoyance in Visenya's heart vanished, and instead, the mocking mentality out of pity began to occupy the center of her emotional processing.

"Aniah: Are you Perturabo?"

“…… How so? ”

"Fat and narrow-minded, he feels offended when someone approaches, and then he has to babble on a whole bunch of ridiculous reasons for self-pity: If you really want to be Perturabo, then allow me to apologize to you, great Lady Aniah."

"Very well, I accept your apologies, lowly Miss Visenya."

“……”

"I haven't seen you for a while, how did you become so shameless?"

"They all learned from Conrad."

"Conrad? You mean that black hair protoplasma next to your mother? ”

Orion frowned somewhat uncertainly, and although she was also a stellar maid who was valued and favored by Morgan, only Virgo could stay by their mother's side for long: this almost made Virgo the enemy of the other maids.

"Yes: but the next time you meet him, you can call him Uncle Conrad or Uncle Conrad, and he will give you a small gift that he carved with his own hands, usually an iron virgin the size of a palm or an execution table, or something, which can be placed on the table as a decoration."

"He sent you something like that?"

"He's given me a whole box of handmade tin soldiers, and almost all of them are Daybreakers or Dark Angels, but there are a few Ultramarines, and I can even use them to fight a small tabletop apocalypse war."

Virgo nodded, as if to emphasize her own words, her thin body like a shadow in the night, rummaging through the mountains of storage for what she needed, and the objects that stood in her way were temporarily piled aside, like miniature wooden castles on the plain.

The Golden Apple, where the Lord of Avalon is currently staying, is not a permanent warship for the Genetic Prototype like the Goddess of Dawn, but at its core, there is still a spacious storage room: because when the Primordial leaves her Glory Queen's flagship for a short stay on other ships, she will need such a place to store the cargo that must be carried with her.

The goods were either lethal enough to be tended by the original or her maids, or they were urgent enough to be used at some point: in short, as Morgan's power and resources grew day by day, wealth like this gradually became a burden in a realistic sense, a mountain of reclamation that would make the two Stellar Handmaidens feel big.

They can only clean up while exchanging information and information that they need each other with nagging words to kill time.

"And the Ultramarines?"

"Yes, Conrad has always been interested in Ultramarines, and he's keen to gather information about them: your data processor should have a record, and Conrad had a not-so-pleasant meeting with Killiman, the Genogen of the Ultramarines, a long time ago."

"Of course, my Minerva array recorded the whole process at that time, and if my record is not wrong: sadly, it was the only meeting and exchange between His Excellency Conrad and His Excellency Killiman to date."

"Yes, the outcome of that exchange was not pleasant: So, Conrad has been following the actions of the Thirteenth Legion for the last few years, and he seems to want to apologize to Killiman, but he has not been able to find a suitable opportunity."

"Apologize? That Conrad? Can he think like that? ”

"Normally, no, after all, most of the other troubles he caused are insignificant, and I haven't seen him apologize to others, but Killiman is a little special."

"To put it simply: in the conflict with Killiman, Conrad used some very bad metaphors to attack Killiman's adoptive mother, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, he just thought it was the right medicine for the people of Macullag."

"But as time passed, Conrad was beside our mother, and after realizing what maternal love meant to each genotype, he felt that what he said to Gilliman was a little too hurtful."

"Put on your shoes and start being a civilized person?"

"Pretty much."

"I heard that he was preparing a gift for Killiman so that he could apologize to his Macurag brothers at the next meeting: Conrad seemed to have learned to build small objects during all his time with his mother."

"Like tin soldiers or ornaments on the table: this is a bit of a misconduct for a genetic protogen, created by our mothers, but by creatures like us, or by the spearheads of the Dawnbreakers."

"Probably because each genotype has a different temperament: and, according to Conrad, he's also building something valuable, I think it seems to be a scroll, or something else."

"With psionic paper that he had honed with his own hands under his mother's tutelage, and ink condensed from the alien blood he had collected during the war: that midnight ghost was going to write a great work."

"What's the masterpiece?"

"I don't know, and I don't care."

Virgo shrugged her shoulders, and with the help of her sisters, they were able to carefully remove the great door, and they were greeted first by a chill, then by the depth of the empty room, and in the deepest part of the room, a chilling metallic edge flashed.

"This is it."

The original maid nodded and stepped into the darkness, while Orion waited at the door with some self-awareness, and after a few minutes, Visenya saw Virgo walking sideways out of the dark room with a metal box longer than herself, and carrying the heavy iron door behind her with her feet.

"What's in there?"

Orion glanced at the box, and she sensed a strange aura from inside: it was metallic, but not any metal within her known range.

"A dead man."

A strange smile crossed the corner of Virgo's mouth.

"Do you remember, Visenya, why our mother joined in that long expedition: and in this chest, part of the loot she had obtained from the expedition, was the original body whose name had been erased."

"But my instinct tells me it's a big piece of metal?"

"yes, because some of the genetic prototypes are so crazy."

Virgo tilted her head, and even when she mentioned other genetic agents, there wasn't much respect in her tone.

"Our mother, though she did not get the main part of her brother, did get an arm, which, though broken, was enough to do many things: to make a sharp blade for herself, and to make a matching weapon for her carefully selected offspring."

"Mordred Guard?"

"Yes."

Virgo paused, she set the box aside, and then moved the removed storage back in, Orion helping in the process, listening to Virgo's information about the Protobody Guard.

After much thought, Mother decided to select eleven of the most elite warriors from among the heirs of her legion to form her personal guard, which they would call the Mordred Guard, or the Knights of the Round Table: the Knights of the Round Table would respect equality of power and competition in the selection of this personal guard.

"Respect the balance of power and competition?"

"To put it simply: it doesn't matter what your origin, status, or whether you have held an important position in the Legion, as long as you have enough strength, as long as you can be recognized by the Primordial, then you can become a member of the Knights of the Round Table."

"And after that......"

Virgo glanced at the metallic box.

"Mother will use these to create eleven indestructible weapons for her personal guard, so that no Astarte can outperform her most powerful heirs, and these eleven swords will be named after the real Knights of the Round Table in historical mythology."

"Gawain, Bedwell, Galahad, or Parcival."

"That's ......"

Orion's eyes narrowed.

"I thought my mother had forgotten the legend of the Knights of the Round Table."

"Of course she hasn't forgotten, after all, it's the most famous story of the Old Night."

Virgo looked at her sister, tapped her temple, and smiled.

"Who will forget the story of the Knights of the Round Table: in that age of madness and darkness, Arthur, the High King of Camelot, who ruled the knightly world, led his heroic knight mechs against countless legends of aliens, human pirates, and mad psionics."

"Whether it's King Arthur himself, or his knight mechs that were once sealed in the boulders and only he can control, or the freedom blades that have gathered from various knight worlds under his command, they have been circulating in countless star regions and worlds for hundreds of years."

"It's a pity that until now, people haven't found the lost Camelot Star Zone."

“……”

Orion's brow furrowed.

"In that case, our mother should know that the name Mordred has no good meaning: especially since her name is Morgan, it is some kind of curse."

With that, Orion leaned over to her sister: apparently, it was a secret topic that the two of them had to bite each other's ears and discuss in a whisper.

"First of all, it was a suggestion made by His Excellency Johnson, and it was difficult for my mother to refuse."

Virgo tilted her head and hid herself in Orion's shadow.

"Secondly, as you know, if you ask someone to think of a name, I'm afraid that this original body guard will only be a temporary department until a century from now: that would be too embarrassing."

"You're really not afraid of her giving her a name like [Avalon Guard]?"

The next moment, a relaxed smile came out in this narrow space.

"What are you laughing at, Visenya?"

"I'm in the thing you're laughing at."

"Then I'm going to arrest you for disrespecting your mother."

#来自大孝女的笑声#

"But seriously: even if my mother can't think of a good name, the name Mordred is too strange, not to mention that naming the troops after people is strange in itself, and the meaning of the name alone gives people a sense of bad luck."

"That's your narrow-mindedness."

Virgo shook her head slowly.

"Do you remember, Visenya: What did Mordred do?"

"The betrayal of King Arthur directly led to the death of King Arthur and the fall of the kingdom."

"Do you think our mother would be King Arthur?"

"Of course not: she's Morgan."

"Yes, she's Morgan: what does King Arthur's defeat have to do with her?"

“……”

"And, Mordred, isn't she Morgan's child?"

On the cold face of the Virgo, a frightening smile emerged, which was the standard skin smile and flesh, and in the vermilion pupils was an irresistible chill.

She picked up the box.

"Besides, although they are called the Mordred Guard, as you just heard, there will only be eleven swords, which means that there will only be eleven knights of the Round Table: there will be one knight, and it will not appear."

“…… Mordred? ”

"Yes."

Orion nodded thoughtfully.

"So, no one, could it be Mordred?"

"Nope."

Virgo shook her head, she turned her gaze away, and the light in her pupils moved towards the steel door that was fading behind her, and the metal box in her arms was faintly rattling.

"I'm Mordred."

"I am a knight without a sword."

"I'll be the twelfth candidate."

“……”

Orion's eyes narrowed.

"Tell me, Aniah: Is this what Mother means?

“……”

Virgo was silent for a moment.

"Of course ......"

——————

【…… No. 】

[Not now.] 】

[And never will be.] 】

[Rather, do you want to listen to what you're talking about?] 】

The Lord of Avalon had arisen from her weary rest, and now her consciousness had regained its former flexibility, except for a sudden anger that came from the soulless figure that stood beneath her throne.

It was Tarasin, a veteran of the Dawnbreaker Legion and the Progenitor's personal image advisor, one of the very few people who could visit Morgan at any time: but this time, his visit made the Protos furious.

[Your Excellency Tarasin.] 】

With no one at her side, Morgan didn't suppress the extreme sarcasm in her language, and the genogen leaned on the throne like an empress, condescendingly looking down at the necromantic overlord who stared at her indifferently.

[What do you mean: Let me consider whether I can tolerate the existence of Ulan Huda?] 】

Do you know what that is? 】

"Of course I do."

The Supreme Collector of Solenamus saluted as gracefully as a gentleman, as if he and Morgan were not engaged in a heated quarrel, but in the ordinary afternoon tea party: as his vocal apparatus spat out yet another string of beautiful words, the Space Necro Overlord began to tell a story about Ulan Huda.

"Truth be told, I've been paying attention to this magical world for centuries: after all, it's arguably one of the most imaginative and insanely aesthetic creations of your human civilization in the long evolutionary process: it's just a pity that for a long time, that world has been hiding in the shadow of the ghoul stars, and the Drazak Bone Dynasty there is really a friend I don't want to face."

"I know the story of Ulan Huda, even earlier than you know: as early as the Old Night, Mars in the solar system sent batch after batch of exploration fleets to the depths of the galaxy, they are the originators of today's casting worlds, and among these exploration fleets, there is a small fleet, and in the ghoul stars, a small casting world was established, which is the origin of Ulan Huda."

"Obviously, establishing a home in the Ghoul Stars was an extremely wrong option, and they soon realized it, but there was no escape: in order to survive in the craziest purgatory in the galaxy, the technocrats of Ulanhuda began to use a series of technologies strictly forbidden by Mars, and they built a series of arcane engines deep in the core of the Casting World, so that the entire Casting World could move in subspace, and the Forge of Predators was born."

"Since then, the Predator's Forge has become a monster, a monster that can literally devour other worlds, swallowing conquered lands, transforming the vanquished into slaves and contemplatives, and increasingly heretical technologies making it an existence that is absolutely intolerable to the Empire."

Speaking of which, the Space Necro Overlord even had a malicious pause.

"But even so, Ulan Huda is not the most dangerous of the ghoul stars, and it can't even touch that level, because it still needs to constantly move in subspace to escape things that are more terrifying than it."

【……】

Morgan nodded with a sneer.

[Yes, it seems that you are well aware of everything about this heretical world, but since you know very well that it cannot be tolerated by the Empire, then why are you making this suggestion?] 】

Leaning forward, she narrowed her pupils, emitting a dangerous glow.

[You already know: Ulan Huda now haunts the edge of the Salamas sector, and it has even destroyed two outposts on the far eastern frontier. 】

[And I must destroy this damn thing, even to preserve the Empire's authority in the Salamas sector, and I must make this predator crucible disappear.] 】

[After all, I did not conquer Salamas by blood and fire, this sector took the initiative to join the banner of the Empire and became a loyal subject of the Emperor, and the integration of this rich land has been going on for more than ten years: once we are unable to maintain the peace of Salamas under the threat of Ulanhuda, then all our efforts will be in vain, because Salamas will no longer trust the protection of the Empire. 】

Tarasin listened quietly, he was still extremely calm: damn calm, as if the countless lives being threatened in the Salamas Sector were not even as good as a gem on the staff of the Necromantic Overlord.

At this moment, Morgan had a new understanding of how desperately the space necrons had advanced: even the most sentimental of the race, the Overlord of Solenamus, was essentially a bloodless and tearless machine.

"I don't deny it, honorable Lord Avalon, but still, I hope you'll consider another thing: like I said earlier, if you don't start this war so quickly, you can get some private advantage from a little waiting."

The Infinity stretched out a hand, then slowly closed, making a metallic grinding sound.

"Don't you wonder how Ulan Huda allows a world to move freely in subspace: even our world engines can't do that, and those arcane instruments must be more wonderful than we think."

"If you're willing to put this battle on hold off a bit, I'll be able to find the corresponding instruments from my collection, and I guarantee they'll give us at least three full arcane engines."

"One of them will be one of the most important exhibits in my museum, and the remaining two will be at your disposal: the Forges of Predators on the Far Eastern Frontier, which sounds even more reliable than the Blackstone Fortress, doesn't it?"

There was even a hint of smugness in Tarasin's cold voice as he stretched out his hands, for he felt the vicious Spider Queen's inner wavering: Morgan was indeed silent for a moment because of his opinion.

But the voice of the original body is heavier.

What if I refuse? 】

"That would be a shame."

Tarasin shook his head, seemingly unsurprised.

"If you have to start this war in the first place, then I won't have enough time to get my equipment: I'll still join the war and get those arcane engines as best I can, but I can't guarantee the success of the operation, and you'll most likely miss the secrets of the arcane engine forever."

"It's a multiple-choice question: you can choose the fringe worlds that have just become your subjects, whose loyalty and dedication to you are unknown, or you can choose a powerful arcane engine that will give you an enviable level of power in your hands."

"The point is: how would you choose?"

【……】

The Primordial's fingertips tapped on the armrest of the Silver Throne as time seemed to pass: but it was only a split second before Tarasin heard a contemptuous laugh from Morgan.

[You are wrong, Your Excellency Tarasin: This is not a multiple-choice question for me. 】

“？”

The Necromantic Overlord craned his neck, and he was confused.

"What do you mean?"

The genogen stretched out on the throne triumphantly.

[For you, this may be a multiple-choice question, but for me: the life of my subjects or my own power, I may not know what the first choice will bring me, but the result of pursuing the second choice is not standing before my eyes now?] 】

[Are you right: Your Excellency the Former Dead? 】

“……”

For a long time, for a long time, Tarasin fell into silence.

The Necromantic Overlord's outstretched hands hung down unconsciously, his head lowered, and his dark green eyes dimmed for a moment: when he spoke again, the original could even hear a hint of bitterness.

"You've gone too far, Your Excellency."

"It took me a long time to get myself out of reality for a moment."

But we can't completely detach ourselves from reality, can we? 】

Morgan smiled and stepped down from his throne, came to Tarasin and patted him on the shoulder.

[And, with your character, I don't think you want to see any of the younger races make your mistakes again, do you?] 】

“……”

"Yes."

Tarasin nodded.

"One mistake is enough."

In the next moment, both the Genetic Prototype and the Necromantic Overlord fell into a brief silence.

[I will start the war with Ulahuda as soon as possible, but I will also support your actions in the war, Lord Tarazin: If you can, please bring back those arcane engines, I am indeed interested in a world where you can wander. 】

"Aren't you afraid of the subspace technology it carries, Lord Morgan?"

[Then it depends on my ability.] 】

Morgan smiled: This expression was more terrifying than her anger.

[If I can harness the dangers of the Arcane Engine, then I don't mind having my own Death Star: who can resist a moving world that fires plasma beams in a void?] 】

[And if you can't......]

The original paused.

[Something as precious as the Arcane Engine or the Death Star is, of course, given to my great father as a gift to his daughter.] 】

[After all, I am his most filial daughter.] 】

Well, I have a question right now.

Shall I write about Sevita and the Eighth Legion immediately, let's say, from the next chapter, or take it slow and write an over-the-top plot of the arrival in Avalon: will the former be a little too abrupt?

There's also the character of Sevita, he's really handsome, but there's really not much about him, it's still quite difficult to write, huh......

Maybe I should develop a new route......

(End of chapter)