"Seriously, Morgan: don't you really want to think about my opinion?"

"Incorporate the Ghoul Stars into your system and become part of the Great Avalon, plus the five hundred worlds of Otlama that have long been closely connected to you, as well as Olympia at hand, and even the Maelstrom region: this is more than half of the Far Eastern Star Field, almost a quarter of the Human Empire."

"Count the four legions: if we join forces, everything will be profitable."

【……】

"One thing to say: I'm going to find a yellow suit of armor for you to put on."

【……】

"What do you think of Dorne's set, yellow and majestic, and looks like a king: and though I can't beat some of our brothers, it's no problem to knock the stone of Swift to his knees."

【……】

Morgan took a deep breath.

She had to concentrate all her attention, on the psionic tentacles that had enveloped the entire galaxy, to avoid distraction or agitation, which could have some serious irreversible consequences: for example, popping the moon that was still in her small universe as angrily as a balloon.

……

Calm down, calm down, Morgan.

It's a satellite, a very important celestial world, something you're going to use right away, not the head of the little bastard next to you: you can't slap it up, after all, dragging another satellite over is a very troublesome thing and very tiring.

It also consumes calories......

……

Damn it.

She should have informed Ania in advance so that she could double the amount of dessert for the day.

If you want to lose weight or something, let's start talking about it next month.

The original shook her head, and she responded to the midnight ghost sitting cross-legged next to her with a blank expression, and tried to find some flaws in the narrow face that she could exploit: but unfortunately, Morgan only saw two emotions in Conrad's face.

One is banter, which is understandable: ever since Midnight Ghost learned to be an occasional good baby by her side, daily flirtation from Conrad has been something that has made Morgan feel no stranger, and the Nostramo man will always take every opportunity to poke the sore feet of the Lord of Avalon.

From childbirth to weight, from Johnson to Magnus, from a terrible talent for naming to a father-daughter filial piety to the Lord of Humanity: thanks to the fearless Nostramo sandbag, Morgan felt that his empty-handed combat skills against other genetic agents were probably the most experienced of all the Emperor's children.

Give her a way out, and she will dare to fight with Zhuang Sen with her bare hands.

……

But the other emotion looks a bit like ......

Serious?

【……】

Serious?!

The original object's brow jumped.

[Are you serious, Conrad? 】

"What? Does any of the words I just said sound like a joke? ”

The Midnight Ghost also raised his slender brow, his face already full of surprise at this point, and he looked even more shocked than his blood relatives.

The genetic protogenone of the Eighth Legion was sitting cross-legged next to Morgan at this time, one of his hands hooked his crossed ankles, letting his body sway back and forth like a tumbler, to pass the time of boredom, while his other hand was raised, and his fingertips were flapping against each other, like a calculating small businessman, counting the words he had just said sentence by sentence.

"You can't deny the close relationship between Big Avalon and Otlama, Morgan, and I see it all: our Macurag brother treats you like his own aunt."

"As for Dorne's armor, it is indeed a very eye-catching appearance, and there must be no problem at all, after all, your aesthetics are not very high, and then ......"

"Hmm...... Morgan ......"

"You're not worried about me, you can't beat that stone pier of Rogdor, right?"

【……】

How can I be worried? 】

The original smiled, gritting its teeth.

[I wish the Inwitt had beaten you to death, my dear Nostramo little trash.] 】

"Hah! You're going to be disappointed! ”

Conrad made a strange voice and shouted at the sky, and he smiled, like a happy child of more than five hundred pounds.

"That guy Rogdorn, he's a very good bastard indeed, and he is invulnerable in every way, but like his old rival with Ragdoun's adolescent syndrome, our dear Rogdorn brother is not known for his personal prowess: his fighting talent, to put it mildly, is pretty bad."

"I can beat a heavily armed Rogdorn to his knees with even my bare hands, and let him be a cushion in my human chair: of course, this is only my first encounter with him, and if there are a few more such engagements, I may have to be a little more careful with that guy."

"After all, Dorne is smart."

【……】

[I've never heard of Rogdorn being known for his intelligence?] 】

"That's right: but that's exactly what Rogdorn is smartest about, isn't it?"

Conrad shook his head, for the first time in a long time, his words silenced Morgan.

So, for the next ten minutes or so, the Lord of Avalon was quietly carrying out a series of preparations, until she adjusted all the data, until all the ships and mobile platforms had been in accordance with their respective orders, far away from the next [construction site], until Morgan had to take a little rest, in order to accumulate enough physical strength and energy for the next final operation.

Only then did the original body put down her hands and looked at her brother seriously: chatting about topics unrelated to work is also a good way to rest.

Unfortunately, Conrad was never a good person to talk to: when Morgan looked at her pretending blood brother, the Lord of Avalon had to spend more of her energy on suppressing her iron fist.

Ah, want to hit someone.

……

Forget it.

Think Magnus, think of Perturabo and Motarian, and think of that bastard Lord of Humanity: Conrad is still cute compared to them, isn't he?

At the very least, this kid will say whatever bastard thinks of him: that's the plus!

Morgan calmed down.

[That's not what I'm asking. 】

The Lord of Avalon's voice sounded hoarse, a sign of overwork, and the Midnight Wraith was very sensitive to this detail, so the wicked smile on Conrad's face disappeared a lot, and his complexion became serious.

But Morgan didn't care about that: the original body's heart was occupied by two questions.

[Tell me, Conrad: Avalon and Otrama, plus the ghoul stars you have in mind, how can there be four legions in these three areas combined?] 】

[Dawnbreaker, Ultramarine, and your Midnight Lord, who else: Do you really expect the Iron Warriors to join this system, our brother Perturab is not a bad guy, but for any system that aims at stability, this Lord of Olympia is a ticking time bomb. 】

"That's right."

Conrad laughed.

"It's better to say: Perturabo is much more dangerous than a time bomb."

[Looks like we're on the same page.] 】

Morgan snorted.

[So tell me, if it weren't for the Iron Warriors, then who would the fourth legion in your mouth be: how did I not know, I inadvertently co-opted another legion, this great feat, isn't it exclusive to Horus of the wolf shepherd? 】

"Ha, you're too modest."

Midnight Wraith giggled, and he licked his lips slowly.

"The wolf shepherd's talent in this area is far worse than yours: Horus's charisma is unassailable, but he also has a very important personal flaw, that is, he can't learn to see what others want, and he can't learn to share what should be shared."

"To put it bluntly, no matter how amazing such a thing is personal charisma, it is still very vulnerable in front of a genuine alliance of interests: or, do you think there can be a few idealists in the original body? How many of these idealists look up to Horus? ”

【……】

[I don't think we should discuss this topic, Horus: It's not good to talk about someone else behind your back, especially since the person we're talking about is Horus, the wolf shepherd, who is a special person in the Empire.] 】

"Ah, that's right."

Conrad nodded.

"Then let's not talk about that."

"So, do you want to know what that Fourth Legion is, Morgan: Let me tell you in advance, I only found out who the Fourth Legion was a few hours ago."

【……】

[Say.] 】

The Lord of Avalon was succinct, but Midnight Ghost knew very well that this was Morgan's state when he was serious.

So, he thought about it for a moment.

"Uh......"

Midnight Ghost blinked.

"Let me think of their names: what shall I tell you......"

“……”

“……”

"Daybreaker Warriors."

【……】

In that moment, a [not so much shock, but rather a long-anticipated numbness] emotion took over the face of the Lord of Avalon, while her brother was innocently watching his end, smiling gently and harmlessly.

"You know what I mean, right?"

——————

[Well, let's not mention this for now.] 】

"Are you sure you don't mention it? Or do you really not mind what kind of bloodline the Astarte warriors who call you the Mother of Genes in the future: you know, the stories and origins, technology and ruthlessness in it are more colorful than you think, my dearest ......"

"Mother of Angels."

【……】

"You can't imagine what the Dawnbreaker will mean in the future: let's put it this way, the name Dawnbreaker has a wonderful thing in common with the Roman Empire in ancient history, just as there were all kinds of Rome in all kinds of places. In all kinds of bloodlines, there will also be all kinds of Morgan's son forces. ”

【……】

[Shut up!] 】

Morgan frowned, and with her snort, Conrad honestly saluted the French military salute, and did not forget to zip his grinning lips.

"Yes, She-Wolf."

【……】

Morgan wanted to sigh.

But she didn't want to show such a weak posture in front of this bastard.

Morgan wanted to punch someone.

But it was more or less undignified to beat the Father of Genes on the flagship of the Midnight Lords: just as she had never really beaten Johnson in front of the Dark Angels, she had always smiled and solemnly handed over the most sacred and difficult paperwork to Johnson in the testimony of countless warriors.

Anyway, she had always told Johnson that the documents handed over to him were the easiest part of them all: in most cases it was, and in cases when it was not, Comrade Coswayne, who was the only one who knew about it, knew what to say and what not to say.

After all, Morgan is not the only character who wants to take a break while the lion king is busy.

【……】

Morgan rubbed his brow and pulled himself out of the memory, the Lord of Avalon felt like she was almost rested, but she had one last question to solve.

[Tell me, Conrad, when did I become like Killiman?] 】

“……”

Conrad was silent.

"Are you really unaware of this?"

【……】

What do you mean? 】

"Here's an example."

Midnight Ghost held up a finger.

"We all know, Morgan, the Legion of the Daybreaker maintains alliance terms with the Casting World Reza on the surface, this kind of terms are nothing, many Astarte Legions will maintain this connection with a large Foundry World, but your difference is that in addition to working with the Foundry World Reza, you are constantly entering into terms of cooperation with many small Foundry Worlds and Industrial Worlds in the Far Eastern Frontier."

"And, unlike the reza, who intersects on an equal footing, these small worlds of foundry and industry are integrated into the industrial complex: more like your vassals than your partners.

[It's just a small world.] 】

"yes, some."

Conrad laughed sarcastically.

"Don't you want to count the number of small casting worlds and industrial worlds that you have integrated like vassals: how long has it been since you had taken a good inventory of them?"

【……】

Morgan blinked.

Although she still didn't understand the meaning of the Midnight Ghost, in her heart, the Lord of Avalon began to count the casting worlds that she had united to form the so-called Far Eastern Frontier Industrial Complex, and the list of industrial worlds.

Let her think......

Astorgius, Collins, Berus Primary, Karagat, Tigrus, Loxar, Gulgrad, Marcia, Firestorm, Kenrak, Atagatis, and the planned triple galaxy, three casting worlds in one system......

……

【……】

"Counted?"

【……】

"By the way, the Foundry World, which has reached terms of cooperation with the ambitious Killiman, has so far only had four or five in total.

"And how many loyal lords of Avalon are there?"

【……】

"So, Morgan, don't you really think about my plan, after all, there are only a few casting worlds that can reach peace with the Human Empire, not to mention, you can still win over Killiman and the Five Hundred Worlds on your side."

“……”

"I think you're pretty sure you'll be able to win over Killiman."

"After all, who can refuse their beautiful aunt?"

【……】

【……】

Morgan let out a long sigh.

Forget it, the Nightfall is the Nightfall.

……

What about her chainsaw axe?

Fuck it out of decency.

Conrad's lungs seem to be getting some fresh air today.

(End of chapter)