"Is it good for us?"

[Of course.] 】

[After all, when we can't guarantee victory, we can only hope that our opponents will make more mistakes: and a blood god who has become a little paralyzed by victory is exactly what I want to see now.] 】

[It treats Angron as a plaything and is not in a hurry to take it into its pocket; It thinks that it is already the winner of this game, and even has the idea of showing off; It is not the only god in the subspace, and in the higher dimensional realms, we have a way to contain it. 】

[And all these conditions can now be used by me, so that I have the ability to compete with the gods of this subspace: so that Angeland's freedom can continue for a while.] 】

【……】

[Even if it is only for a short time, we can think: there is still hope. 】

#叹气#

After sending Conrad away, and once again contacting and securing the situation on Solenamus's side, the Spider Queen was finally able to remove the [omnipotent] armor in front of her eldest daughter: she was certainly not omnipotent, and there were so many things in this galaxy that she could not do.

There are too many things that the Genetic Prototype can't do, the top psionics can't do, and the Lord of Avalon can't do either: Morgan's multiple identities that he has saved for himself in the past half century are still pale and powerless in front of the true faces of the Chaos Gods.

At some point, the Lord of the Dawnbreaker today was the same as the little creature fifty years ago who had just crawled out of his amniotic pod, with nothing but a belly full of spirit souls, and they were all the same pathetic.

Morgan knew that, and she knew it all along: she didn't dare not be unclear.

But many times, even if she is very aware of her powerlessness, even if she is very aware of the importance of protecting herself, the development of events often forces her to play herself: either to protect the wealth that has already been obtained; Either they are unwilling to give up the external image that they have built up with great difficulty; Or, because of her always uninvited genetic father.

Thinking of this, even Morgan couldn't help muttering: I don't know why, the Lord of Humanity always gives her some strange but vital tasks, so that while she has to face them seriously, she is often distressed that there is not even a precedent worth learning from.

Look at her brothers, all they have to do is lead their legions to slaughter aliens and mutants, and plant the banner of the Empire of Man in every world they see to fulfill all the emperor's expectations of them.

And what about her, and what are the tasks given to her by the emperor: as a microphone for trading with subspace creatures, a white glove for digging up ancient alien creations, a dependent object for taking out rebellious heirs, a humanoid think tank for discussing the political system of the empire, a disposable palm print prop for the eldest Horus, and a 24-hour fully automatic nanny robot responsible for raising Conrad's little cub.

Of all the tasks given to her by the emperor, Conrad was actually the easiest one.

That's Conrad: Horus had done a similar job, but who he was carrying? St. Giles, Fogham, and Chagatai Khan, which of these people can compare to Conrad?

Morgan even suspected that even now, the Lord of the Midnight Legion, who had been [raised] by her, would be able to easily break the Emperor's favorite son by the side of the Wolf Shepherd.

Now, when her genetic father had no idea what a god could do, and didn't want to abandon his precious wealth completely, he naturally remembered his daughter: he summoned her, and was ready to throw her like a master ball.

After all: if he didn't pin his hopes for a breakthrough on his daughter, why would the emperor let Morgan make a special trip to Ronukeria: a certain Spider Empress had already figured this out when she had just received a communication from the Lord of Humanity.

Frankly, the most difficult part of this mission for Morgan was to answer the Emperor's summons in the affirmative, instead of stuffing both of their summons into Conrad's stomach, and then stuffing the Midnight Wraiths into any closed coffin, launching them into the void, and telling Emperor Conrad that he had absconded with the money because he had snatched the summoner from the Dawnbreaker Legion.

Later, after talking to Conrad and learning that the opponent was the lord of the brass throne, Morgan only had a little instinctive nervousness in his heart: the Lord of Avalon was willing to admit that, in addition to this nervousness, there was also a rush in her chest to try, and a sweet sense of revenge to thwart the terrible god.

After all, Morgan is absolutely no stranger to the God of Blood: as early as more than twenty years ago, when the First Legion under her and Johnson's co-command was engaged in that long war in the northwest direction of the galaxy, which has been completely erased, the gaze on the skull throne often fell on Morgan.

It was Johnson who was more valued, but because Morgan and Johnson would always stand together, she also had to bask in the bloody frenzy of the whispers of the god of war.

Morgan hadn't thought of changing the situation, for example, by leaving Johnson's side to avoid the whisper: she soon discovered that the whisper of the Blood God was still within her heart compared to laziness in the rear for a few days and then receiving a report of battle damage from a hundred capital warships and three general guns.

After all, the Spider Empress also got another news: at that time, several foundry worlds responsible for the logistics of the Randan War were already raising funds to find people, and wanted to chop up the Caliban miscellaneous feline on the front line, who did not know the cost of firewood and rice, and Morgan had to explain to this group of calculating guys how important the galaxy captured by Johnson at any cost was to the entire galactic war situation.

Yes, it's definitely worth more than three general cannons, two Titan legions, twelve knight families, and one hundred and seventeen capital ships: plus enough cathar corpses for five worlds and wear and tear, plus four Star Fortresses that can't be produced again......

After that, she chose to stand obediently by Zhuang Sen's side, silently bearing the whispers of the blood god on the battlefield: I have saved two or three hundred main warships.

Therefore, Morgan knows what kind of existence the blood god is, and she also knows that this evil obstacle in charge of blood and killers is actually more flexible than imagined: except for a few bottom lines such as [spitting on the weak], the blood god is surprisingly flexible in many things.

For example, although it has never liked Morgan, when the two genetic prototypes command the Dark Angel Legion and win a series of brilliant victories, he will still give Morgan a shout and appreciation without any guilt: because the psionic sense of a certain Caliban lion is far less strong, these Huang Zhong Dalu from the subspace will often be borne by Morgan alone in the end.

This gaze is often arbitrary, unjustified, and ubiquitous: the Blood God doesn't pay much attention to Morgan, but as a top-level psionic who has already been deeply involved in subspace, Morgan is too [sensitive] in this regard: the Lord of Avalon is able to perceive every inch of the thread of subspace, overlooked by her brothers, and is so closely intertwined with her.

She and Johnson created the greatest war of the Great Expedition, and the greatest war naturally attracted the attention of the Blood God, and the attention of this other god undoubtedly caused Morgan's mental pressure to increase dramatically, and he had to devote his energy to more wars: a vicious circle was formed, which became almost the third major problem for Morgan in the twenty years that the Empire had forgotten.

On top of it, there was only Ran Dan's military strength and Johnson's reimbursement form: the latter was something even more terrifying to her, and she would never tell Johnson, and when she knew that the Foundry World was raising money to find a killer, she almost wanted to say "Count me in".

In fact, if it weren't for the viscous gaze of the Prince of Bliss, who had never left since the day Morgan became conscious, and would have dutifully expelled the most brutal interference from the Blood God, the mental pressure on the genetic protogens would have been even greater.

But accepting the help of the Lord of Pleasure meant that the soft tongue of the Prince of Bliss was getting closer and closer to Morgan: every help was a reason to advance, every dependence was a declaration of descent into the abyss, and the youngest god did not even bother to hide it from the chosen ones he loved.

Originally, the breath of the Lord of Pleasure was just a cool breeze at the back of his head, the cold touch that the forked snake kiss would lap on the hair and neck of the original gene when it licked the air, but now, the Prince of Darkness was close at hand, and when it was interested, the snake-like licking would land on Morgan's shoulder, spread all the way up the side of the neck, and then caress the earlobes, sideburns and cheeks of the Lord of Avalon with relish, and wet the darkest blood between Morgan's eyebrows with an obscene breath.

Morgan knew that if she wanted to, she only needed a gesture, a word that was not even a pleading, to open the doors of the Tower of Bliss, and let the countless legions of ecstasy who had already endured the heat inside launch a desperate charge against the enemy she directed: even the Prince of Bliss himself would not mind turning a wisp of its power into an indestructible blade to stab the enemy Morgan had accused in the Sea of Souls.

But if Morgan dared to do so, I am afraid that next time, the Lord of Pleasure's snort would be close enough to blow her hair, and run down her neck and skin, all the way to the undulations of her chest.

……

But...... This time......

It may not be up to Morgan: even the power of the Prince of Pleasure must be taken into account.

After she finished sighing and led her eldest daughter into the secret space inside the Goddess of Dawn, no one knew, the Lord of Avalon had already made up his mind: even the Morgen Venerable was trembling because of the firmness of his determination at the moment.

So, she called upon her psionic powers and teleported her and Virgo into her private research room: Conrad had tried to sneak into it almost twenty years earlier, even to stir up a dispute among the Dawnbreakers and Ultramarines, but it had only failed.

Until now, the Midnight Ghost, and no one but Morgan and Virgo, had set foot here: for Morgan would not allow such a situation to happen.

"These are the first few plans. Mother. ”

Virgo was silent all the way, and she followed Morgan into the secret laboratory, where she came to the only flickering wall: the light came from the giant computer that took up about a third of the entire wall, densely packed with hundreds of titles made up of numbers and letters, each representing a plan, a plan prepared by the Lord of Avalon to fight the blood gods.

Most of these plans are gloomy, representing the rejection of Morgan's fingers after several deductions and re-ideas, and of those few bright spots, only one of them was finally touched by Morgan's finger.

[This is the six hundred and sixty-sixth.] 】

The original body's smile was a little sad.

[Frankly, it's no surprise that I'll succeed with this number.] 】

[After all, this plan is neither the largest nor the most complex of all my plans, but it is the most off-the-beaten-path: it involves all the forces with which I can now relate, and requires me to have them all in my hands, and to be perfect in every step of the plan, so that nothing can go wrong.] 】

[It involves extreme emotions, great bonds, deception and coercion, plunder and drugs, unprecedented, never-before-seen reformation, torture methods that are worse than death, and the integration of all these elements in the most extreme way.] 】

And more importantly, I have to harness the power of subspace because of this. 】

"Subspace ......"

Virgo frowned.

"Use subspace, deal with subspace?"

[Yes, this is precisely the simplest and most effective way we can take when fighting subspace: subspace is our worst enemy. 】

The Primitor shook his head.

[Of course, it's not just subspace, but there are other factors involved. 】

[Other primordials besides me, other legions, emperors, the power of subspace and subspace technology, alien technology and illegal transformation, and most importantly: the paralysis of the blood god himself, I need to combine all the factors to try to steal my brother in front of the brass throne.] 】

“…… How sure are you, Mother? ”

"I don't know. 】

Morgan was very calm.

[Rather than speculating here, let's examine the plan itself.] 】

“……”

[Aniah.] 】

"I'm here, Mother."

[Use the permission I gave you to ...... from all the databases I have in my hands]

[Extract everything you need to know about Comoro and the Dark Spirit.] 】

[Especially ......]

[Those of the blood men. 】

"Understood, Mother."

[Move quickly: Tarasin is carrying his cargo on the tarmac, Conrad is on his way back, and our fleet is about to leave subspace.] 】

[The next time we see the light, it's the wind and sand of Nukeria.] 】

(End of chapter)