He smiled intriguingly.

But soon.

He couldn't laugh anymore.

——————

There weren't many reasons in this world that could make the Midnight Lords' Legion's chief think tank, Fell-Zarost, not laugh, but just now, he was unlucky, or unlucky, to discover another one.

It's just that the Think Tank is not in the mood to record this new discovery in his not-so-short journey, for he is entrenched on his ship, the Pale Veil, facing his captains, warriors, and mortal captains and crew......

Squalling.

……

The scolding was fierce.

Fortunately, it's not hard to hear.

"Accelerate!"

"Accelerate!"

"Give me the overload engine! Let this damn boat run for me!! ”

"I told you! Let's get you up fast! Never mind the shit stability of the subspace engine, we're all going to be left at the back of the battle line, and I can't even see the ass of those damn oilers standing on the bridge! ”

"Grass! I've never seen this group of gear players play so hard before! ”

"Forget about the lower deck and engine room! If it didn't explode, you don't have to tell me! What you bastards have to do now is to speed me up at any cost, at all costs: I can't even see the original ship Nightfall on the radar! Lord Conrad is at the front of the battle now, and he needs us! ”

"Fuck, how come the Bird Ritual is all these oily boats? What the hell did that old mom from the Dawnbreaker Legion say to these bastards? One by one, they were like crazy. ”

"So, my request is to get this ship running at full speed and crash me into the center of the battlefield! Got it! If you understand, go back to your captain's seat, if you can't, I'll skin you!" ”

"Phew!"

With an angry tailnote, Zaroste wiped the foam from his mouth, spat on the floor in anger, and then threw the already pale mortal captain aside, letting him return to his seat, and let the damn cruiser run as fast as it could theoretically: even if it exploded directly, killing more than 100,000 mortal sailors on this ship.

"The Day of the Emperor's Curse......"

The chief think tank, who was also the commander of the main company of the Eighth Legion, sat down in his seat, still whispering his Terra-accented curse, the bruised veins on his forehead, and the abnormal scarlet blood in his pale pupils all showed that the son of Conrad was on the verge of rage.

Actually, for Zaros, or for any of the soldiers of the Eighth Legion, this kind of outrage was abnormal: Conrad's sons were born to wield the power of blood and fear, but they never showed their cruelty in such a straightforward way to their faces.

They prefer to assert their authority with intriguing intimidating words, or bloody artwork in the shadows: Zarost, the chief think tank of the Legion, is a master of this reserved demeanor.

But today, he had to fight with at least 20,000 of his brothers of the same legion, almost simultaneously: break the defense.

There is no other reason for this......

It's not because of that white-haired girl in Avalon.

“……”

Zaroste licked his teeth, he fell into a momentary uneasiness because of the blasphemous title in his mind, this veteran of the Midnight Lord of Terra descent did not think that he was some kind of wolf-hearted bastard, as the heir of Conrad, he knew that all the Midnight Lords actually owed Morgan a great favor, and as a think tank, the mother of the Dawnbreaker's genes, and even more so the mentor of all the think tanks in Zaroste and even all the Eighth Legions.

But......

Facts aside.

The current situation really made the Midnight Lords present fall into an impotent rage.

“……”

Zaroste's increasingly gloomy gaze swept over the bird in front of him, which was still faithfully showing its owner the scene of half a week: it was an empty and lonely space, it was a myriad of burning beacons, it was like a turbulent current, sweeping the strangulation net of thousands of warships and millions of armies.

That's where Ulan Huda died.

It's the place where the Midnight Lord Legion will fight side by side for the first time after reuniting with their Genetic Father, and it's also a galactic sanctuary to be remembered by the entire Legion.

……

Originally, this would have been the case.

Glancing at the bird instrument again, the think tank touched his forehead and sighed.

But now, things are developing a little bit different from what the Midnight Lords originally imagined.

——————

The Berrion system is an ordinary corner of the Salamas Sector, except for the relatively close to the capital of the Sector and the densely populated Salamas Galaxy, this huge galaxy with only three planets is nothing special, and even the resources are so scarce.

Originally, the Midnight Lord Legion did not intend to stop Ulan Huda here, but after discussion, the sons of Conrad set the location of the ambush of the Predator Forge in the Quat system behind the Berrion system, which is closer to the Salamas system, which can not only allow Ulan Huda to go deep alone, but also make it easier to get supplies from the rear.

Around these two points, the plan to strangle the predator furnace was actually quickly designed, but the finalization of the battle plan did not erase the dark clouds over the Eighth Legion: both the legion consuls in high positions and the company commanders of the main companies were whispering in the shadows they inhabited, discussing the original body's intention to launch this strangulation operation.

The Midnight Lords didn't think that their Father of Genes would fight for this Salamas sector, as it had little to do with the Eighth Legion: its inhabitants had pledged allegiance to the Queen of Avalon, and their manpower and resources were prioritized for the armies of the Far Eastern frontier, and while the close relationship between Conrad and Morgan had never been a secret within the Empire, why hadn't she taken care of the problem since the Spider Queen's army was also in the Salamas sector?

And one more thing: as much as it feels like destroying one's own majesty, any sane midnight ghost has to admit it. In the face of a heretical casting world like Ulan Huda, the Eighth Legion actually didn't have many effective methods, and the fear tactics they were good at were no different from jokes in front of this group of madmen who came out of the ghoul stars, and as for frontal assault......

It's a pity: because of the bad reputation in the empire before, the Eighth Legion can't even find a casting world that is willing to cooperate with them for a long time, let alone the assistance of the Titan Legion or the Knight Family, they don't even have an armored company or heavy artillery, and they have never had a penchant for large-scale capture and killing on the frontal battlefield, how can such a combat style be able to fight against a heretical casting world that is already fully armed?

Victory is certainly not an issue: but the cost can be prohibitively high.

Original, it is impossible not to understand this.

……

So, why did he do it?

Under this suspicion, all kinds of rumors began to spread in the corridors of the Legion, after all, although the first contact between Midnight Ghost and his children could be called smooth and reassuring, the time between the original and Astarte was still not long, and they could not establish a strong enough channel of mutual trust, and they lacked absolute trust in each other.

Not to mention......

Most of the returning primordials will use various means to cleanse some of the veterans within their legions: this is not a secret secret, and it is naturally in the hands of the Terra-descent veterans of the Midnight Lord Legion.

They didn't think that Conrad would be the exception: for the Terrans themselves were clear in their hearts, and the methods and ideas of some of their colleagues were indeed so bloody that they deserved to die.

So, could it be the reason?

A strangulation battle that you know you can't do, a silent purge?

In the face of such concerns, the original body did not give any positive answers, and he rarely spoke in the Legion Council, but after the Legion Archon and the company commanders had finalized the final plan, he stood up and issued the only order he had given to the entire Legion through these officers who held real power.

It's not even an order.

The original body only counted a few companies, seemingly at random, because these companies had almost nothing in common with each other other than being strong in combat.

Conrad deployed them on his flagship, the Nightfall, and told all his sons that he would be the first to set foot on the surface of Ulan Huda, and the last to leave the battlefield: take all the honor with him, or die on the battlefield.

Other than that, the Midnight Ghost didn't say a word, he left some of the children who performed most satisfactorily in the Nostramo purge on his home planet to maintain order there, and then led the entire legion to the battlefield in the Salamas star sector, leaving the whispers of the warships.

As the company commander of the main company in the Legion, Zaloster is naturally familiar with these legion secrets, but he doesn't care about this: he doesn't care whether the Primordial will launch a purge, nor does he care about the reason why the Primordial chose this opponent, he despises the concerns of his combat brothers, and is ready to calmly accept any order from the Primordial.

If he was the instability that Conrad saw as having to be cleared for the sake of the Legion's future, then he accepted the order: Zaroste went to the battlefield with such a noble idea.

However, just as they were ambushing on the originally scheduled battlefield and preparing to meet the invading Ulan Huda, the Lord of Avalon, who had only wandered on the edge of the battlefield, suddenly brought an unexpected reinforcement.

Specifically, a combined fleet of at least 2,500 ships from the seven forged worlds of Reza, Tigrus, Berus, Caraghat, Corinth, Loxar, and Gulgrad!

Zaroste swore that he could swear by all the Midnight Lords: the Eighth Legion had never seen such a large fleet from the Cult of the Mechanics in its life, let alone that it was here to support their allies.

At that moment, all suspicions about the Origin vanished: everyone believed that with such massive support, they would easily crush Ulan Huda, and it was clearly within the plans of the great Conrad!

Zarost thought so, too, but soon, the actions of the Mechanicus coalition exceeded the Midnight Lords' expectations.

These...... Belch...... They can hardly be called coalitions, because they are no different from their opponents in their wariness of each other, but there is one thing that these great sages of the forged world insist on: they don't want to wait for the Predator Forge to take the bait in the Quart system, and these Omni Seejah believers are afraid that the heretic will run away!

In the name of the mechanical gods, how could they allow this contemptible heresy to slip away in front of them like this: not even the slightest possibility was allowed to appear!

The Great Sages didn't have time to visit the Midnight Lords' ships, and their mechanical voices blasted in front of the Midnight Lords' company commanders through the long-range communication system, and with them the leaders from the various Foundry Worlds, full of friendly greetings to each other, and the rapid progress of their respective fleets: before Conrad's children could react, all seven fleets of the Foundry Worlds rushed through the defenses of the Quart system and headed for the Berrion system, where Ulan Huda was the last to appear.

“……”

At that moment, the entire communications network of the Eighth Army Corps was dead silent.

After all, Conrad's heirs had never seen such a casting world, and they would be so fanatical about serving the Empire...... Offering loyalty, they inevitably fell into a moment of confusion, and the anger that the battle plan was completely torn apart.

In their rage, the first to act was the flagship of the Primordial [Nightfall], and Conrad simply used his laughter to ask each of his children.

"Are we going to miss this war?"

Before the words fell, the Nightfall disappeared into Mandeville Point in the Quart system, and in an instant, the entire fleet of the Midnight Lord Legion roared wildly, following in the footsteps of their genetic father, and rushed towards the Berrion system.

And then......

And then everything became what it is.

“……”

Zaroste cupped his forehead.

By the time the ships of the Midnight Lord's Legion stormed into the Berrion system, the war had been raging for some time, and the Predator Forge was besieged by countless world-forging ships in this empty space, and tens of millions of drones had become the first victims of this furious war, ships tumbling and spears crisscrossing the world. The weapons that the Astartes could or couldn't recognize had been thrown into the battlefield without hesitation.

But even so, Conrad's descendants still discovered that in front of the most anxious front of the battle line, there was the figure of the [Nightfall], and the flagship of the Genoplasma was on a par with the most powerful warships of the Mechanicus Cult, and was already approaching the near-earth defense orbit of Ulanhuda.

The Primordial fulfilled his promise, and he did rush to the forefront.

At the moment, most of his descendants are still stranded at the very edge of the galaxy.

At this moment, all doubts and discussions were put behind them, and the ships of the Eighth Legion were all running their engines and increasing their horsepower, trying to fight side by side with their genetic protogen: but then, an extremely desperate thing was placed before their eyes.

The 2,500 warships have long been impassable in the Ulan Huda Siege, and the [Nightfall], which was the first to rush into the battlefield, can still compete with those Robina ships for the initiative on the battlefield through the strong performance of the Queen of Glory, while Conrad's descendants can only look at the edge of the battlefield that does not even show a crack on their respective cruisers, and jump to their feet in a hurry.

At this moment, what purge, what trust, what contradictions between the genetic protogens and the Terra-origin veterans, have all been left behind, and the Midnight Lords are desperate to find out. What they have to deal with is a reality that is more comical, more ironic, and even makes them feel powerless.

This is the first battle of their primordial body.

Their genetic protoplasm is fighting right on the front of the most dangerous of all.

And these of them ......

Can't even squeeze into the fucking battlefield!

——————

In a trance.

It's like everything is crazy!

(End of chapter)