[Gambling with your life? 】

[Did he really say that?] 】

“……”

"You don't seem to be happy with that, Morgan?"

【…… Of course. 】

The Lord of Avalon was melancholy for a moment, but she finally didn't hide anything from her blood-related relatives who had been raised by her own hands, and her whispers and the aura of psionic energy that filled the hall echoed throughout the hall.

[Listen to me, Conrad: Anyone who wants to be a good Astarte warrior should not take their lives too lightly.] 】

[After all, it is natural for an Imperial warrior to regard loyalty and duty as more important than his own life: if they lack sufficient respect for life itself, then the so-called loyalty and responsibility in their hearts must not be so reassuring and reliable. 】

"Are you worried about Sevita's loyalty to me, Morgan?"

Midnight Ghost listened carefully to his sister's words, but he was clearly not worried about it, only to see him drag a chair to the Spider Queen's side, and sit down with a big grin, not forgetting to put his feet on the windowsill.

I'm not worried about that. 】

Morgan glanced at her blood relatives.

[I'm worried about the loyalty of the Emperor and the Empire to the Emperor and the Empire, the most beloved Nostramo boy: a figure who despises his own life and has no empathy for the suffering of others, it is impossible for him to have a sense of belonging to humanity as a whole. 】

“……”

The smile on Conrad's face stiffened, and Morgan continued.

[According to your description, it is indeed a good thing that the child named Sevita regards you as an idol, a faith, and a god, and there is basically no possibility of him betraying you: but from another point of view, since he has crowned all the justice in the world on your head, then he will not respect any authority except you. 】

[That is to say, once you make a slight mistake, then I will wait for Sevita to give me two endings: either he misunderstands your meaning and goes down the wrong path under the provocation of someone with a heart, or he ......]

【……】

The genoplasm smiled slightly at his blood relative.

[Don't forget: this Nostramo boy doesn't care about his life in the slightest.] 】

“……”

The Midnight Ghost was silent, and beside him, the Lord of Avalon did not continue the conversation, and the two Primordials tacitly interrupted it and began to go about their own business.

Morgan was well aware of the importance her blood relatives attached to the little creature named Sevita: over the course of ten years, the name of the Nostramo boy had been mentioned again and again in Conrad's mouth, and otherwise, how could the well-resourced Spider Empress remember a little kid who was crawling in the lower reaches of the hive.

That's why Morgan didn't shy away from pointing out these hidden dangers in front of Conrad, but she also stopped there: since the question has been raised, then let Conrad think about it himself.

After all, Midnight Ghost is already an adult who can think for himself and should be responsible for his own thinking, and he is no longer the little guy she needed to take care of ten years, five years, or even a year ago.

Morgan is clear on this issue, she will never ignore the impact of the passage of time on a person, nor will she be stupid enough to be like that bad father at the galactic level: with only thirty years of getting along day and night, she dares to believe that her precious bald son will be what he was a hundred years ago and what he will be like a hundred years later.

If a nurturer is irresponsible to this extent, then she can only say: this guy deserves to be beaten to the point of being half-paralyzed by his own rebel, paralyzed in bed, and his head has to be knocked on the chair to break the blood.

【…… Hmph......]

Thinking of this, Morgan snorted lightly, and her mood became a little happy, but this subtle happiness still couldn't drive away the pain in her mind: even for a great psyker of her level, the huge spell that Morgan was casting right now was still a double torture for body and soul.

Since the start of the spell, the original body's eyebrows have been tightly wrinkled, and on her smooth forehead, there are also very rare traces of green tendons, and the originally beautiful face looks like a goddess of war who is not angry and arrogant, and even her unconscious deep breath can wantonly burn the air next to her arm, making the entire throne look hot and compelling.

There were so many strange things that naturally he couldn't escape Conrad's eyes, and the Midnight Ghost didn't have time to think about Sevita, he leaned over to his sister's side, feeling the spiritual energy tremble in the air.

"Can you hold it?"

Conrad asked in a low voice, and Morgan sneered contemptuously in response.

[Put your heart back in your stomach, Conrad, I've done more difficult things many times, and now I'm just a little rusty: I think that when I was next to Johnson, I even need to be in charge of the military dispatch of an entire galaxy now. 】

[As for now, calculate the orbits of just a few satellites?] It was nothing to my mind and strength: and exhaustion was the price I deserved. 】

The original paused.

[If you really care about what I'm paying now, then I'll take care of your damn home planet for me all at once, and I won't make another special trip to wipe your ass with your home planet transformation plan, little cub.] 】

The Lord of Avalon opened his eyes, and the long exhaustion and calculation made her gaze as sharp as a sharp knife, stabbing at Conrad's face, and the Genoplasm of the Midnight Lord Legion could only open its mouth, smiling awkwardly, silently bearing the fierce gaze from her own blood relatives: after all, he was indeed suffering from Morgan's great favor now.

In fact, in Conrad's current memory, he never seemed to have seen Morgan so struggling, the Lord of Avalon always facing anything with a breezy attitude.

And now, the appearance of the original gene of the Dawnbreaker can even be said to be embarrassing: the silver-white hair waves that were originally well-groomed, combed with a tall ponytail, neat side hair and slightly curly forehead bangs, are now like a haystack beaten by a rainstorm, casually scattered, and the curls on the forehead are even tightly pressed between the eyebrows and eyes by sticky sweat, blocking the view of the original body, so that Morgan has to close his eyes to prevent the ends of hair and sweat from flowing into her pupils.

In the same way, sweat spilled up and down Morgan's body, like a spring, so that the expensive underwear tightly adhered to the pale skin of the original genogen, revealing a slight flesh color, and the outer layer was scattered hair, mixed with the skin and clothes.

The Lord of Avalon looked as if he had just emerged from a fierce battle of utter chaos, and with each second, Morgan's breathing was heavier and harder than the last, like a thousand steel needles traveling between her fingerbones.

All this hardship was seen by the Midnight Wraith, but he knew that he couldn't do anything now, and he couldn't even arrange for the Dawnbreaker or the Midnight Lord's think tanks to come in and help Morgan solve his problems: in fact, with the [Nightfall] where the two genetic primordials were located, all the think tanks in the entire fleet were strictly ordered not to look at the subspace at this time.

The reason why the Think Tank closed their third eyes was because the current Lord of Avalon was running a grand trick in the Sea of Souls: as early as the end of the Randan War, Conrad had pleaded with his blood relatives and received a promise.

For this grand spell, Morgan has been adjusting his state since he left Sacred Terra, and has entered the stage of preparation for the battle, and a lot of [energy] accumulated in those two battles will also be invested in this bottomless pit.

In the face of such a huge consumption, and the energy it can generate, if ordinary think tanks dare to snoop a little, they will be greeted with the most miserable fate: just being blinded by the burning waves of countless souls in the third eye is already the luckiest ending.

It is impossible for the primordials to take care of them.

Because every step of this long spell must not be mistaken: Morgan first burned his own energy, and with violent emotion cleared the aether field corresponding to Nostramo, let the hurricane of the soul drive away the lifeless who dared to stay here, until the Eternal Night Star temporarily became a pure vortex.

After that, the Primordial's fingers turned into sharp blades in the sea of souls, cutting a hole in the entire galaxy, and then hollowing out the vastness with a raging storm until there was a temporary space cleared and became a product of the phase.

This creature is indefinable, and even Morgan is not sure what it is: some psionics see this space as a miniature universe, while others see it as just another rift in the supreme heaven.

But in any case, when the Gene Protogen extends its will as a blade and splits a new rift, the space in it is large enough to hold an entire satellite: the one that has been blocked between the Sun and Nostramo, causing the entire Eternal Night Star to fall into a powerful solar eclipse, is the target.

When everything was ready, everyone in the fleet, including the Daybreaker and the Midnight Lord, mortals and psionics who could only observe with the naked eye, witnessed a soul-shaking spectacle.

The figure of the Lord of Avalon was projected into the void of the Sealless, her smile even larger than the whole of Nostramo, and her every breath ignited an ivory flame that enveloped the entire fleet: the barefoot goddess stepped out of the flames like the legendary Malik Angel, and then they saw only Morgan wave.

And so, a whole world, a whole satellite of Nostramo, enough to obscure the sun from the sky, was caught by the fingertips of the protogenitor, and then ......

Swallow it.

Disappear.

……

……

In the fleet, the reactions of those mortals and Astarte warriors, as well as the think tanks, were naturally not in Morgan's interest, and she had more important things to do.

Because what follows is the real focus of the plan: if the Lord of Avalon does not handle it well, a disappearance of the moon is enough to cause catastrophic natural effects on the surface of the main star of Nostramo, so Morgan has to be doubly cautious after this expensive spell.

The vision of the progenitor must encompass the galaxy where Nostramo is located, including the sun, moons, and countless worlds into its calculations, carefully adjusting the connection between the home star of the Eighth Legion and the surrounding celestial bodies, until a new orbit is drawn up for the moon that she has temporarily contained.

This is a big project, as early as the time when they visited Holy Terra, the two gene protogens, Morgan and Conrad, with the assistance of many star maids and various computing machines, spent countless time and energy. The best one has been found among thousands of plans, and the current Spider Queen has to hold this [final plan] to ensure that it is implemented perfectly step by step.

It's more like a solution to a grand astrophysics puzzle than a psionic spell.

And the reason why Conrad insisted on placing the place where Morgan answered the question on his [Nightfall] also contained a little bit of his personal caution: the Midnight Ghost knew very well that his legion would have a close relationship with the Dawnbreaker in the future, and Conrad also had a slight idea about the relationship between his children and Morgan.

At the very least, when the soldiers of the Eighth Legion who surrounded the [Nightfall] witnessed how the world and the galaxy operated at the fingertips of this Spider Queen, even the most arrogant Midnight Lord would spontaneously know how to treat his [aunt] with humility.

In a sense, this has the same meaning as the original Dark Angel.

【……】

Of course, Morgan knew all this, after all, these tactics were just the rest of the tricks she had played, and in her mind, these things didn't even need to be outlined at length: the Lord of Avalon was more concerned with specific issues than these.

So, after the most difficult rituals, when Morgan could finally relax a little and fine-tune the movements of the celestial bodies, she took the time to turn her head to look at Conrad.

[Honestly, Conrad, you came back later than I thought.] 】

"yes, because I've spent a little more time on the minarets of those nobles."

Midnight Wraith nodded, blood still on his shoulder armor that hadn't been wiped off.

"Although I know that my warriors are capable of doing their best, out of an abundance of caution, I have chosen to take matters into my own hands for the most important targets: at this moment of our conversation, there is no nobleman left on the Nostramo."

[It's really efficient.] 】

Morgan laughed.

[It's only been less than ten hours since the drop warehouse dropped your first batch of warriors, and they've already cleared the spires of the five nest capitals?] 】

"It's just a professional counterpart."

Conrad laughed, and he smiled very proudly.

"Their efficiency is even better than I had expected: I thought it would take us at least two nights to solve all this, but now it seems that one night will be enough: I have accomplished my main goal, purged the nobles of Nostramo, and have a basic understanding of the big men of the entire Eighth Legion."

"So, I asked them to continue to purge the gangs and clans in the lower city of the nest, while I myself returned to the Nightfall, because the next battlefield is not in the nest capital and the dirty slaughterhouse, but in the copywriting and data version calculations."

"There will be a bloodless war, more important than a bloody war."

【……】

[Tell me: What kind of things are you going to fight in your next war?] 】

"The future with Nostramo, with the position of this world in the Empire, and ......"

Conrad blinked.

"With me further reform of the organizational structure of the entire Eighth Army Corps."

【……】

"Want to hear about it?"

【……】

[Say it.] 】

"Hmm...... That makes me think about ......"

"Where do we start?"

Midnight Ghost squinted.

"Just from ......"

"Let's talk about the [scavenger] unit that will be set up."

I was going to write about the cleaning of Nostramo in detail.,Later, I found out that this didn't mean much to the plot.,So I deleted it.,Temporarily wrote this one.,The number of words in this one is not too much.。

My attitude towards the Midnight Lord and Nostramo is shorthand, Conrad will tell Morgan his inner thoughts in the next one (so the next one will be the big chapter), and then I'll end the plot of Nostramo.

After all, I've learned my lesson, this kind of not-so-important side line won't waste a drop of time, and after we get rid of Nostramo and Ulan Huda, Morgan will be meeting one of my favorite ambitious figures.

Who is it......

Who is it that obviously doesn't appear much, but occupies the top five or even the top three popularity points in the book?

happy

(End of chapter)