"Wait?"

[Yes: etc.] 】

In the face of Tarasin's doubts, Morgan just smiled and nodded.

[For you, and for me, all we have to do now is wait, wait for time to bring us answers, wait for the results in hours or even minutes: I guess, you should have a little patience, right? 】

"Of course: after all, I don't have to care about the shortness of life."

"My life is not short, but I still love to have fun in time."

The slightly infernal joke-like answer, uttered from the mouth of a space necromancer, complemented it perfectly: a faint green glow shimmered in the laryngeal vocal parts of Tarracin's voice, reverberating through the hallways as it tried to mimic the living laughter of its owner.

But in the eyes of the genetic prototype, this is somewhat nondescript: although after almost twenty years of precipitation and cooperation, Morgan will no longer maintain an almost unconcealable boiling killing intent towards all alien life as he did at the beginning, but even so, she still does not have the slightest affection for any race other than humans.

For example, although Morgan can still have a slight appreciation for Tarracin as an individual, it is even better to be able to die for the entire space necromantic civilization: this disgust will even regurgitate Tarracin himself in many cases, so that the overlord of Solenamus has to carefully cover those metal elements in front of the original body, so as not to cause useless disputes.

Of course, this kind of small problem still does not affect the Lord of Avalon and the Lord of Solenamus to cooperate happily, after all, Morgan has never been a guy who can be carried away by anger and prejudice, and her stubborn malice is also insignificant in the face of Tarasin, who is used to seeing strong winds and waves.

That's it?

Just kidding: Among the people of Tarasin who belong to the same clan of space necromancers, any dynasty overlord or emperor who can be named has no more malice or murderous intent towards the Lord of Solenamus than Morgan?

The Spider Queen, an outsider, was only angry and wanted to throw Tarasin's replacement body into the void, and his fleet of siblings had already staged the siege of Solenamus several times.

Even if it's Orikan—oh! That damn Sotek thief! A bastard who likes to sneak into other people's homes for petty theft! - This guy who has known Tarasin for a long time, has a deep bond, and has worked with him several times: Tarasin doesn't want him to step into Solenamus again if he can.

Compared with Orikan, who would smash his exhibition cabinet to pieces at every opportunity, and didn't want to send Tarasin to court all the time, Morgan naturally looked cute: at the very least, the Spider Queen never cared about Tarasin's personal career, as long as it didn't affect her children, and her cool head, rich financial resources, and credible reputation also made Morgan a very reliable partner in Tarassin's eyes.

If it was just a trade, the Lord of Solenamus was willing to play big with Morgan, even if it was cash on delivery: he believed that the Spider Queen would not be stupid enough to fish, and he was not afraid of her doing so.

With the support of these ideas, Tarracin rushed from Maculag to Solenamus as fast as he could, without even asking for a deposit, and searched through the entire museum: the Spider Queen asked Tarasin for a total of three items, the first two of which were not very precious objects for space necrons, and the third was extremely difficult to obtain even for Tarasin.

Thankfully, after turning the millennia-old Solenamus upside down, Tarasin finally returned to the Aurora before the appointed time, and he was sure that the cargo he had brought was the cornerstone of the Spider Queen's next plans: and the reward Morgan promised him was enough to make the space necrons feel worth it.

It was a [blank check].

However, this is not Morgan's own blank check, but ......

"Reimbursement?"

Chewing on the word slowly, Tarasin's metal parts paused slightly on the iron-gray floor, and the shadows of countless faces were reflected in the smooth overhead of its sleek head, from the masterpiece on the wall: the original and her image director were walking the famous [Otherworldly Path] on the Goddess of Dawn, a deep corridor leading to the core of the battleship, from which only the high-ranking members of the legion, or the henchmen of the genetic proto, had the right to walk from here to the throne room at the end of the corridor.

It was generally dark, and between the iron-gray floor and the light blue tempered glass skylight, the snow-blue walls were lined with groups of reliefs of the goddess constructed of marble, terracotta steel, porcelain tiles, and enamel, each of which was the hand of a master of the Dawnbreakers, the divine form of the mother of genes in their hearts.

None of the hundreds of reliefs are the same, not even the similarities between them, and every time Tarasin sees this scene, he feels an inexplicable comics: even in a society of the dead that has evolved the cult of personality and hierarchical repression to the extreme, it is rare for a superior to be so fanatically and coloredly sought after by his inferior.

Hundreds of different statues? There are a lot of them in the mausoleum.

However, now Tarasin has no time to pay attention to these small issues: as a former literary and artistic worker, as a leading brother in the service industry as early as the deceased, Tarasin is too familiar with the word "reimbursement", but in the past, he was the one who would wave his hand and say these two words in a dashing manner.

"What do you mean by reimbursement?"

Tarasin tried to keep his voice as calm and steady as he could, while Morgan just smiled and patted his partner's shoulder, giving the space necro some security.

[Rest assured, my old fellow: I never said I would give you credit. 】

"And what do you mean?"

[Literally: reimbursement.] 】

[I won't pay for it: but someone will.] 】

[In other words: the equipment you brought is going to be invested in a large public project called Save Angeland, and the initiator, general manager, legal person, and project manager of this project are not me, I am at most a mediocre little technocrat who manages the technical department, the engineering department, the security department, and the material procurement department.] 】

“……”

Tarasin nodded.

Well, he knows, a technocrat who is the project execution manager, the production manager, the project technical manager, the logistics manager, the commercial manager, and the safety director: So, what does your project manager do?

Why didn't he pay you more?

[So, you should know that although I am responsible for this business contract with you. But I have no right to pay you out of the reserves: I can't afford to pay for the precious things you have brought. 】

Again, Morgan patted Tarasin on the shoulder, and she pulled out a banner badge engraved with a double-headed eagle from her close-fitting psionic rift, and on the back of the badge was the Eternal Sun, which symbolized the Dawnbreaker Legion, or the Eternal Day.

[I suggest you wait, wait until the project is over, take this thing as proof that you and I have made a deal, and then go to the real person in charge and beneficiary of this project: my great genetic father.] 】

[Tell him that the account between us will be reimbursed.] 】

The eyebrows and eyes of the genetic protogens are crooked.

[Believe me, this is good for you and me: you only need to wait for a while, and you can get the most famous old ...... in the entire human empire I mean, the ruler gets the same reward as a blank check, and the emperor has a lot more treasures than you might think. 】

“…… Truly. ”

After hesitating for a moment, the Lord of Solenamus nodded, took the silver badge from the hand of the genetic protogen, and agreed with Morgan's reimbursement theory: but at the same time, Tarasin still regretted it, and muttered a few words.

"But it's a pity that this blank check can't be exchanged for the collection I want most: I have a special gallery for him, and if I can, I don't even mind opening a museum dedicated to his personal theme, even if it is not impossible to consider financing."

[I'm very interested in this personal theme exhibition hall in your mouth, perhaps, it can be placed in the possible future cooperation projects between the two of us: after all, who can say what will happen in the future? 】

The original snorted softly, and led her art director through the last stretch of the hallway, knowing of course who the collection that Taracin had in mind: Morgan was even a little curious about how her indescribable father of genes could sell for what price at Solenamus.

Well, maybe Tarasin can sign a deed of sale with her for tens of thousands of years: after all, like I said earlier, space necrons don't care about the shortness of life, do they?

When the original body pressed her finger against the secret door, she was first amused by the joke in her heart, and then a trace of worry came to her: to be on the safe side, to seize this last chance, Morgan decided to confirm it with Tarasin again.

She turned, and Tarasin didn't look surprised by her wandering.

The primordial's voice was low, and confusion boiled in her mind.

[Before it all begins, I ask you one last time, Tarasin: Are you sure that those blackstone devices in your hands can deal with the will of an evil god in the real universe?] 】

"A protracted confrontation is certainly unrealistic."

In the necromancer's sounding apparatus, a light-hearted response was heard.

"But if it's a short period of time, say a few hours, or a few days, against a subspace higher creature that can't use all its strength, it's still no problem: if done well, I can even be confident that the tendrils of the gods can be temporarily expelled."

【…… Then why can't I do this with the Blackstone device in my hand? 】

After a brief silence, the genogen asked her concerns, which were met with the innocent ridicule of the Lord of Solenamus.

"Do you really know how to use it?"

【……】

Tarasin shook his head.

"Forgive me, Ms. Morgan, I didn't mean to make fun of you, but whether it's the Blackstone Fortress or the Blackstone contraptions that you let people get their hands on secretly, your so-called research on them is laughable: like a witch who wants to explain [the ship] in magical terms."

"Believe me, although our race does not use a good solution once and for all when facing subspace, but, even for me personally: the so-called subspace and the so-called gods are never incomprehensible."

"Don't worry about me, worry about your other partners."

【…… All right. 】

Morgan thought for a moment, and she soon realized that she had no choice but to nod in agreement, then push open the secret door and lead Taracin into her throne room: everyone inside was waiting for them, waiting for the two most important pieces of the puzzle for this great plan.

They can't be late.

——————

[It's been a long time since I've seen so many people in my throne room.] 】

When Morgan pushed open the secret door, walked out behind her silver-white throne, and took her frost-colored crown from Virgo's hand, her first words filled the entire throne room with a cheerful air.

The Spider Empress was right: while her throne room was large enough to serve as a common ground for the three Astarte squads, and she had held grand company commanders' meetings here more than once, this was the first time she had felt the air of [crowded] in her own throne room since Morgan took charge of the Dawnbreaker Legion.

Entrenched on the supreme throne, the Lord of Avalon was able to scrutinize every face standing beneath the steps, illuminated by the lights of the chamber, while Nukeria on the outside of the ship cast an ominous color of blood into the pupils of each of them.

The first to catch the Primordial's eye were the three Knights of the Round Table, or Mordred, who stood silently and proudly on the closest position to the throne, only Lana standing on the steps was one step taller than them, and the forbidden weapons were locked in a sword box made by Morgan's own hands, and no one could detect their breath unless they were pulled out.

These three men were all the temporary members of the entire Primordial Guard, and they were also the first winners of the tragic competitive competition: one of them was from the original Old Guard, the other was from the Knights of Lefey, and the third man was originally unknown, just a private, until he took up his arms and achieved a three-digit streak in the arena, no one vaguely remembered that it seemed that on the first picture scroll of the Legion's beginnings, he saw this man standing silently at the side of the Lord of Mankind.

The Primordial guards were rightfully wearing Terminator armor, but none of the other Daybreakers present could tell what model they were wearing: it looked a lot like the Iron Rider, but it was very different in many details.

Only Morgan knew that these special terminators actually came from the technical drawings given to her by the Lord of Mankind himself, and at the top of the drawings were the words [Aquila-type] written distinctly: The Aquila-type, which was theoretically only supplied to the forbidden army, actually had a modified version suitable for the Astarte warriors? The Lord of Avalon wasn't going to delve into this issue anyway.

Thinking of this, the Spider Queen's playful eyes shifted slightly, and she came to the deserted circle at the foot of the steps on the left: no one wanted to stand there, because there was an uninvited guest standing there, with a proud face.

The Emperor's Forbidden Army.

When the Dawnbreaker led the fleet of the Dawnbreakers into the Nukeria system, the gunboat built by the Forbidden Army had already entered the tarmac, and he called himself Aquilon, a squad leader in the Emperor's Guardian Legion, who had been ordered by the Lord of Humanity to maintain contact with the Genetic Prototype.

But both the Imperial Guard's heavily armed posture and the unceremonious look in his eyes when he looked at Morgan showed that this Aquilon had already confused the words "contact" and "surveillance" in private.

Because of this, when Tarasin was able to sneak silently into the crowd, the golden warrior was in a strange state of semi-surroundment in the throne room, standing a little further away from Morgan's left hand side, with the Knight of the Round Table staring at him on one side, and a large mass of the Dawnbreaker Company Commander who was also heavily armed and called by the Primordial on the other, and behind him, the Nostramo Gene Prototype was the only person sitting in the room, staring at the back of the Emperor's Forbidden Army. While enjoying the fruit bowl brought by Virgo leisurely.

Midnight Ghost did a good job of completing the task Morgan had given him, even exceeding it: he arrived in Nukeria with a three-digit amount of consumables, and after ordering his children to stay in battle at all times, he rushed to the Aurora.

The Lord of Avalon's gaze turned to her brother, who was in the middle of a fruit bowl, and then to the various heirs farther away, who, too, kept their respective companies in battle at all times according to Morgan's orders, and did not hesitate to seize the place of the Twelfth Legion.

As a result, Nukeria's low-earth orbit maintained a strange state: not to mention the Twelfth Legion, which was almost fully dispatched, the Dawnbreaker and the Midnight Lord alone had already brought a large number of warships to the planet's orbit, and counting the already large imperial fleet, it could be called overcrowded.

It's as if they don't want to get a primordial back, but they want to fight an all-out war.

Although this strange scene set off a discussion among the company commanders, they couldn't discuss anything, but Lana, the only one who knew the inside story, was standing next to the mother of genes at this time, whispering a report.

"Everything is ready, Mother: the drop pod, which is enough for ten companies to carry out landing operations, is always in firing condition, and there is also an airdrop boat that is large enough to accommodate a genetic protogen, and has already set up a landing site, and has been placed in the position you specified earlier."

"Communication with the Twelfth Legion has always been open, and so has the Emperor."

"In addition, if things don't go well, the remaining ten companies are ready to fight, and all heavy weapons and extermination orders are on second-level alert: if you give the order, I guarantee that all of Nukeria will be completely reduced to a scorched earth in fifteen minutes."

[Rest assured, the current situation is not so bad that far.] 】

Morgan nodded in satisfaction before comforting his heir.

[We're just preparing what we might need in advance, it doesn't matter whether it's me or the Daybreaker at the beginning, the protagonist of this story is my brother Nukeria, and my father of genes: after all, he is the only one who can bring Anglon back from Nukeria intact. 】

And what we have to do is just follow his instructions.] 】

"So...... Are we going to wait? ”

Lana's transparency made his Genetic Mother nod in satisfaction, in fact, as a top-level psionic, Morgan had already felt the fluctuations in the psionic energy on the [Emperor Dream]: it was obvious that the Emperor was exerting his strength to connect Angron directly from the surface.

[It won't take long, we just need to wait a few more seconds patiently: maybe five seconds.] 】

After all, the emperor had promised her that at the first moment of connecting Angelon, he would summon Morgan and discuss countermeasures according to Anglon's actual situation: considering the delay of the information and the necessary conditions for the psionic energy to be activated, five seconds was a normal result.

"Are you sure you want to wait five seconds?"

Rana who had been ordered to retreat did not say anything, but sat at the farthest distance, absentmindedly grasping all kinds of berries, squeezing out the juice, and sprinkling them on baguettes to eat, but with great interest, he used the psionic fluctuations in his mind to ask Morgan questions in the invisible realm.

The eerie smile on his face made Morgan's heart leak half a beat, but the original body still chose to raise a frown, and forcefully retorted to her Nostramo blood relative.

[Yes, wait five seconds.] 】

As she spoke, Morgan had already sensed that the large and angry psionic entity had been teleported to the Imperial Dream, the ship's peculiarity prevented her from peering into what was going on inside, but she still responded to her brother with confidence.

Five seconds doesn't mean anything.

It's not that Morgan has any special expectations for the emperor's emotional intelligence, it's just simple, as she just said: what can even the father of her genes do in five seconds?

You know, it took Conrad a full thirty seconds to anger Johnson back then.

When the Lord of Avalon used this black history to refute his brother, she was greeted only by Conrad's laughter, and he responded to Morgan quickly, and the influx of countless messages did not waste even a second.

"You know what, Morgan: Although it took me thirty seconds to provoke Johnson, it actually took me less than three seconds to ignite that powder keg."

【……】

"In a word: five seconds is too much."

"And for a desperate beast, a bad word is too important."

【……】

Without waiting for Morgan to say anything more, it was evident that he had seen some future Midnight Ghost, and he shoved the bread into his mouth, chewing it and standing up: ready for battle.

【You ......】

"Bang !!"

Before Morgan could say anything more, a fishy smoky wind had already swept through the entire throne hall, wrapped in a golden and blood-red storm, and smashed down fiercely, on the red carpet in front of the throne, and the astonishing wave of qi even swept away the two nearest dawnbreakers, and in that dazzling aura, the twisted roar and painful breathing smashed into the ears of everyone present.

Everyone could feel how hasty and reckless the teleportation was. And everyone can feel what kind of monster it will be when it is teleported.

The three Knights of the Round Table were the first to draw their swords, and they were as fast as they were, and even Morgan's sons were even faster, while the company commanders drew their swords faster and slower, the faster ones were only one step slower than Lana and the others, and the slower ones had an obvious gap: the gap was large enough to cut off their heads.

As for the Midnight Ghost, before the first reactant warrior drew his sword, he had already quietly arrived behind the forbidden Aquilon: not even the Emperor's Guardians had noticed that he was shrouded in the slender shadow of the genetic prototype.

Because everyone, including Aquilon, was staring at the ominous circle of light, the blood red in the brilliant gold became more and more hideous with the appearance of the characters in the aperture, making everyone frown: even Morgan, who was sitting on the throne comforting him, couldn't help but start accumulating spiritual energy fluctuations in his fingertips.

But she was still convincing herself.

Impossible, right......

It's only five seconds.

In five seconds, what kind of ...... can even her father of genes, who has amazing wisdom, do

#宛如野兽的咆哮#

…… To the point?

【……】

“…… Hiss ......"

The air was filled with the sound of Angron's pain, and the butcher's nail, which had been dormant inside the skull of the son of the mountain, began to chirp in a frenzy like never before, so loud that even Morgan could hear it clearly.

As the aura faded, everyone could see what the monster in the throne room was like: dark skin, red eyes, bloodstains, broken internal organs, and a filthy stench, and behind the skull, tormented by war and carnage, there were strings of black iron wires that were tightly bound like reins.

But none of this mattered, for with the smell of blood, the eyes of the crowd quickly discovered something important: in Anglon's huge palms, which were as large as bull's heads, he was holding a tattered golden helmet. There was still a faint shattered skull inside. And the helmet itself was exactly the same as the one on the top of the head of the forbidden army Aquilon.

“……”

Everyone knows what that means.

【……】

The Lord of Avalon had to admit that at a certain moment, her eyes went dark, and even the thoughts in her head were broken for a moment.

This! Only! Be! Five! Second! Bell! Whereas! Already!

【……】

What the hell happened in those five seconds!

The primordial on the throne wanted to roar, but no one was destined to answer her, for at the very center of the throne room, in the blood-soaked summoning array, was the outcast from Nukeria before Morgan could recover his thoughts and give any order or answer any inquiry......

It's time to get moving.

The Butcher's Nail is roaring.

And Angelon did not hesitate for a moment.

——————

The first to confront the wrath of Nukaria's sons was Rana.

To say that the Praetorian Guard would not have fallen to this point in the first place, but when this golden-red aperture first appeared, Rana took a few more steps forward and walked down the stairs, becoming the person closest to the aperture in fact.

This is not only the Praetorian Guard's confidence in his own strength, but also the secret pact he made with the three Knights of the Round Table: in order to establish good relations with the three powerful colleagues, Rana promised them the responsibility of unconditionally guarding the Primordial at any time and place, and the task of attacking was to let the Praetorian Guard take matters into his own hands.

With all kinds of compromises like this, as well as his own hard power, Lana, who had eliminated the Old Guard from the original body, has not only dissipated most of the brotherhood now, but even mixed it up well: at the very least, these Knights of the Round Table, who are on a par with him, are still willing to continue to admit that Lana is the head of the Praetorian Guard by the side of the Lord of Avalon.

But now, the downside of this [Assignment] is apparent.

“！！！”

Even if he was as strong as Lana, he couldn't resist the violent blow of the genetic protogen, and he couldn't even react: although he was fully armed and had pulled his vigilance to the highest level, even Anglon, who was tortured by the Butcher's Nail, only accurately discovered the more than ten fatal weaknesses on the Praetorian Guard's head in the first eye.

Even in the eyes of the irrational Genoplasm, the well-prepared Praetorian Guard was still wide open and loose: when Nukeria's fishy wind blew in front of him, Lana had only just realized Angelon's movements, and the tip of his sword was even cautiously suppressed a few inches, too late to aim at the furious palm that was close at hand.

Death!

At this moment, Morgan's Praetorian Guard felt the breath of death.

It was a breath unlike any death he had ever faced in his long military career: if the previous near-death was just a test of miracles that required him to fight for it with all his might, then the current stench of wind blowing in front of him was more like a sentence.

Death had befallen the Praetorian Guard, but he realized it at this moment.

Lana forgot to breathe, to think, and even to raise his sword, and although every inch of his mind was screaming frantically about danger, his body couldn't keep up with the speed of thought, and all he could do was watch the giant palms of death swoop down on his face.

At the end of his life, all the Praetorian Guard could do was open his mouth: he didn't know what kind of sound he was going to make, maybe it was a shout, maybe it was a shout sharp enough to make the fighting brothers behind him vigilant, so that he could do everything possible to defend the original body.

Or is it something else?

……

Lana, can't think about anything more.

Because at that moment, he heard a mad roar, and a wild storm from the sea of souls, and the collision of giants was alive in front of him.

Because even before he opened his lips and didn't even have time to take a breath, the giant palms that he would never be able to escape from had already been knocked back by the furious energy coming from behind him: everything happened in the most brief moment, even for the Astarte warriors, it was a moment that was difficult to recall.

He only felt that time was frozen, his body seemed to be wrapped in thunder, but it was another cold storm, and it dispersed all the thunder, his eyes were dazzled by the collision of great power in front of him, and he was blind for a moment, and his ears could not hear any sound at that moment, only buzzing.

It wasn't until he finally caught gravity and sat down on the ground, feeling the pain he hadn't felt for a long time, that the Praetorian Guard heard the exclamations around him, felt the savagery of color returning to his pupils, and heard the sound of his neck being hysterical, sucking in the sweet air of the aftermath.

From the outburst of Anglon, to the coming of death, and now, the angry son of Nukeria has been knocked back, and everything that comes from the closed door of the ghost door can't even take half a breath from the real universe, only the crazy nightmare in his mind, and a few traces remain in Lana's memory.

When he looked up a little dazedly, the original was already standing beside him.

That's his original form.

She looks ...... And not too happy.

——————

"Stay away from my children, Angelon, I'll only say it once.] 】

[I don't care why you're crazy here, put away your minions.] 】

Morgan walked over to Lana's side, and it took only a moment for her to speak angry words to Angron, who had been repelled by him with psionic power, her countenance was contorted for a variety of reasons, a terrible look that the Lord of Avalon had never shown before the Dawnbreakers.

It's not a false gesture, but Morgan's haste that can't be concealed: Anglon's uprising even exceeded the original expectation of the Lord of Avalon, and it was not easy for Morgan to protect his heir in front of such a furious genetic element, squeezing out the spiritual energy that could repel Angron in an instant. Morgan's head was plunged into darkness, pain, and oppressive nothingness for a long time.

Or, in other words, when the genogen stood majestically beside her Praetorian Guard, her vision was actually a little blurry: it was a trance caused by extreme pain.

Morgan's anger comes from within, as well as from Lana, who has survived death at his feet.

Get up and come behind me. 】

The Spider Empress first glanced at Angron, who was knocked to the gate by her, and then at her Praetorian Guard, whose cold tone finally brought Lana back to reality, and her obedience to the Primordial's orders made the Praetorian Guard almost ignore his posture, and climbed up from the ground with his hands and feet, and then meekly came behind the Genetic Prototype: no one would even laugh at Lana's embarrassment.

What's more, when Lana didn't get up yet, the genotype, who felt that he was too slow, even reached out and pulled her heir up and put him on the ground: this action was originally rough, but instinctively, when Morgan put Lana down, it was like putting down a fragile treasure.

Then, the Primordial looked at the Dawnbreakers scattered around and gave the same order, including the Knights of the Round Table, who were following in her footsteps and huddled around her.

"Get behind me.] 】

Under the anger, on the contrary, there was extreme calmness and harshness: when he found that some people seemed unwilling to obey such an order, and only wanted to stand in front of her, Morgan directly glared at his own eyes, and her fierce gaze was a strange sight that many company commanders had seen for the first time.

[Didn't you hear what I said!! 】

The Primordial's throat even snapped for a moment, and her obvious anger played a role: before Angelon struggled to his feet, all the Daybreakers reluctantly came up behind Morgan, but the diehards among them still propped up their halberds and leaned forward to ensure that they could stand in the way of the Primordials at any time.

But Morgan didn't have time to care about these details, she had to put all her memory on Angelon in front of her, out of rational considerations, Morgan did not use psionic energy to force Angelon to the ground, but drew an invisible cage around him, and when the son of the mountain struggled to get up, he found that he had to be trapped in the cage, staring at the silver-haired woman with red eyes.

Morgan waited a few seconds until she felt Angelon's breath settle down: at least she could hear what she was saying.

[Anglon.] 】

She called.

[My name is Morgan, and I am your blood relative. 】

“……”

The Son of the Mountain was silent in reply, and his reaction was not beyond Morgan's expectations: he stared at Angelon for a few more seconds. After rebuilding the ability to think in his mind, Avalon decided not to go around in circles anymore.

It is obviously not good to move with emotion at this time.

So, Morgan chose to ask directly.

What do you want? Angelon? 】

The question sparked a sarcastic smile on the Nukerian face, and he breathed roughly, his two huge pupils almost soaked in blood, and as he stared at Morgan unreasonably, the two rows of sharp teeth spat out his answer.

"That's the problem again."

His voice was so hoarse that the genoplasm couldn't even fully make out it, until he began to yell at Morgan: as if he had been enraged by the question.

"Then I'll tell you! No matter how many times you bastards ask me! I'll tell you all: I'm going back! I'm going back to Nukeria! I'm going to be with my brothers and sisters! I'm going to fall with those who have been freed from their shackles! That's my fate! It doesn't matter where you keep me! No matter how many times you bastards ask me! That's all my answer! This will always be my ......"

[Yes.] 】

Before the Son of the Mountain's angry accusation could finish, Morgan drowned out Angelon's angry rant with her voice, and for this reason her answer was so loud that it even echoed in the throne room.

In the echo, Morgan was pleased to see the astonishment on Angelon's countenance: the son of the mountain didn't even seem to believe that Morgan's answer was a promise and not a lie, so Morgan smiled, nodded, and said it again to her brother.

[I said: Yes.] 】

"You ......"

You can go back to Nukeria: I'll help you get back, Anglon. 】

“……”

[If you want: we can go back to Nukeriyah now.] 】

As soon as these words came out, not to mention how the Son of the Mountain's eyes widened in astonishment and surprise, or how the Dawnbreakers looked at each other, Aquilon, the forbidden army who was outside the crowd and indifferent to everything in front of him, took a step forward angrily.

"You can't do that, Primitive!"

The Praetorian Army's voice was sharp, sharp enough to attract countless resentful glances.

"The Emperor has decreed that no one shall set foot on the land of Nukeria without his permission, neither you, nor the Progenitor Angron, nor anyone present with you."

【……】

In the anger of the heir, Morgan only tilted his head slightly, allowing a glimmer of sight out of the corner of his eye to shoot at Aquilon: the sight alone was so cold that the Praetorian Army instinctively took a step back. Gritting his teeth, he clenched the power halberd in his hand, and his action attracted the dawnbreakers around him, and they all pointed their swords at this arrogant and unreasonable man.

In the midst of the saber-rattling, the original body only responded contemptuously.

"This is my ship. 】

"But you're the emperor's ......"

Aquilon's anger had only been halfway out of his wrath: a stunningly large, clawed hand had obscured his face, and the Midnight Wraith bowed his head, his playful voice loud enough for half of the throne hall to hear.

"Shhh

Before the Praetorian or any of the Daybreakers could react, the Midnight Wraith tapped Aquilon's neck lightly, causing the Emperor's Golden Guardian to roll his eyes and fall straight down.

The Genoplasma of the Midnight Legion seized the golden samurai and entrusted him to the outermost Virgo, who was watching coldly from the outskirts.

"Later, remember to have him sent back to the Emperor's Dream: I said that he stole my bread on the Dawning Goddess, so I was indignant and knocked him unconscious."

The original giggled, but his comedy couldn't attract any attention, for Morgan had withdrawn her gaze from the worried eyes of the Dawnbreakers, and slowly approached her Nukeria brother with his bare hands in a gesture of honesty.

Ignoring the growing breathing of the many heirs behind her, she quietly walked to a distance not too far away, but within Anglon's acceptable range, quietly promising her brother.

[Like I said: I can get you back to Nukeria without any conditions, if you want, I can take you to the drop pod now, and in ten minutes at most, you will be standing on that crimson sand again.] 】

“……”

Angelon didn't speak, his face was distorted and red, staring at Morgan smiling in front of him: for a moment, Morgan even thought that Angelon would pounce on her and attack her, but in fact, [Return to Nukeria] held a higher place in Angelon's heart than Morgan had imagined.

Just getting this vague-sounding promise was enough to make the genomorph tighten his cheeks, grit his teeth, his eyeballs almost bulge, and his whole face look hideous: but even so, after a few seconds, the hoarse but heavy voice of the son of the mountain showed that he had relied on willpower to temporarily suppress the fury of the butcher's nail.

"Take me there."

Angelon stared into Morgan's eyes, his pupils burning.

"I'm going to ...... Get back! ”

The voice is calm, and this calmness is extremely difficult.

[As you wish. 】

Morgan stared at his brother and nodded equally calmly.

Then, she took a step forward, and before the shrill roar of any of the Daybreakers could reach their ears, Morgan, who had placed his hand in front of Angelon, silently recited the teleportation incantation: the next moment, the two genetic prototypes disappeared in front of everyone's eyes at the same time, leaving only the bloody traces of the red carpet in the throne room, and the forgotten Praetorian Aquilon, who was covered with bread by Conrad.

“……”

"Follow me."

In the deathly silence, only the sound of Rana gritting his teeth was heard.

"I know where the original has gone."

——————

The sudden appearance of Morgan and Angelon caused a panic on the tarmac.

It took almost all the courage of the Dawnbreakers and the Mortal Auxiliaries on duty to keep their composure in front of the angry Son of Nukeria, and they were up and running because of Morgan's voice, but in a matter of seconds, a drop ship was already in front of the original body.

There was no need for Morgan to say anything, the moment Angron saw the dropship, some of the keys in his mind were naturally opened, and he decided that this was indeed a prop that would allow him to return to Nukeria, and the silver-haired woman in front of him did not deceive him on this point after all.

So, Angelon was silent and looked deeply at Morgan

He didn't say anything, because he had been fighting against the Butcher's Nail, the iron barrier in his mind urging him to dye everything in front of him into a bright red purgatory, and before he got out of control again, Angelon forced himself to rush into the airdrop boat, closed his eyes, and curled up like a beast, suppressing the Butcher's Nail as much as he could.

Morgan just looked at her brother quietly, she knew that now was not the time to think, and a few steps forward, the Lord of Avalon himself closed the hatch of the airdrop ship and launched it himself, heading towards the red sands of Nukeria.

It was only at this moment that the sound of chaotic footsteps sounded outside the tarmac, and a large group of proto-body guards, corps company commanders, and a genetic protogenoid were running wildly in the corridor, presumably causing a lot of commotion everywhere on the [Dawning Goddess].

Conrad, of course, was the first to appear, followed by the panting Lana and the Knights of the Round Table, and the various company commanders, and the original waited quietly for a few seconds, until the last company commander also rushed in, and before her heirs could ask questions, Morgan took it upon himself to give her order.

Go back to your company. 】

[Gather all the combat personnel.] 】

[In five minutes, we will begin the landing operation against Nukeria: I will personally direct this operation and fight alongside you.] 】

Without further words, the company commanders dispersed in the blink of an eye, leaving only Lana, the Knights of the Round Table, and Conrad in place, and the eyes of the Lord of Avalon turned to her Praetorian Guard.

[Send a message to the Emperor Dream: Just say that the Dawnbreaker's genetic prototype is determined to start a war of revenge for her brother on Nukeria.] 】

"And the Midnight Lord."

Conrad added in due course.

"I've given my warship the order to drop the battle: on my way here, count the time, and the first Midnight Lords should have already departed."

[Yes, and the Midnight Lord.] 】

Morgan nodded.

After Lana received the order, Midnight Ghost approached his sister, lowered his voice, and raised his confusion with interest: he seemed to be a little confused.

"Is this part of your plan?"

【…… What do you mean? 】

[Emperor, or Nukeria. 】

"The Emperor is definitely not here: I know, you certainly didn't think about those five seconds."

【……】

"So: return to ...... Nukeria? ”

[Let's just take it as I am: I'm just going with the flow, and even if the Emperor hadn't thrown Angron on my ship, I'd have returned to Nukeria with him.] 】

“……”

"Morgan, you should remember that I told you about the consequences of returning to Nukeria."

Of course I do. 】

The Spider Empress smiled and turned her head, looking directly at her blood relatives.

[But if we want to snatch something from the god of war, isn't the only way to fight him squarely on the battlefield and find a way to defeat him? 】

[Only war can defeat the gods who preside over war.] 】

“…… Hahaha! ”

Conrad raised his eyebrows, and his silence lasted for a split second before it was replaced by a heartfelt laugh, and the original body clapped his hands, shook his head, lamented unintelligible nonsense, and muttered to himself that he wanted to join the show.

Morgan didn't bother to pay attention to him, she knew that Conrad would definitely go with her.

So, she turned her gaze to the Knights of the Round Table who stood silently aside, and Morgan picked the most familiar one and sent him a new mission.

[I forgot one thing: you go to the communication room, dial the communication between us and the Twelfth Legion, and tell the war dogs that the Dawnbreaker Legion is determined to ......]

"And the Midnight Lord."

[Yes, the Legion of the Daybreakers and the Legion of the Midnight Lords have decided to return to Nukeria with their Father of Genes, Angron, to fight alongside: this would be against the Emperor's orders, so ......]

……

In the silence, a malicious smile tugged at the corner of the Lord of Avalon's mouth.

[Tell them.] 】

[Let them see for themselves.] 】

——————

"That's the case, my lord."

Standing in front of the Lord of Humanity, the Praetorian Army bent down slightly.

"The Dawnbreaker Genoplasm and the Midnight Lord's Genoplasm have sent this message to the Emperor Dream in their common name: their drop pod has departed, and its number is conservatively estimated to be 10,000 men."

＋…… And what about war dogs? ＋

"The Twelfth Army is slower, but all their warships are being assembled, and it looks like they are ready to mobilize all the fighters in the fleet for a regimental-level airborne operation."

＋…… ＋

The Lord of Humanity was silent for a moment, staring at the floor that had been swept away: just a few minutes ago, there was still a quiet flow of information belonging to the Forbidden Army.

+ Pass on my orders: Immediately notify all the sentinels, iron cavalry, and thunderbolts on the battleship, so that they are ready to go out with me to fight at once, and be ready for battle. ＋

"Do you want to start fighting right away?"

+ Nope. ＋

The Emperor was silent for another moment.

+ Get them ready. ＋

+ Then ...... ＋

……

……

+ etc. ＋

(End of chapter)