[To put it simply: if you pretend to change your faith, you will regret it in the future? 】

"Summed up ...... Very well placed, sir. ”

Rand raised his eyebrows, he knew very well that what he had just said was not a serious trade clause, and the price of Mars was not as low as he said: and he hoped that the original body would say that it was not.

But when the Lord of Avalon stood in front of him, taking care of the final stage of the clinical trial, and at the same time began to speak in a self-contained tone with that dangerous smile on his face, the genius of Mars felt a cold sweat running down his spine from the back of his neck.

It is true that Rand believes in the god of all machines, and Rand also respects the genetic protogen, but this does not mean that Rand wants to listen to the words of a genetic protogen in front of him to evaluate the ten thousand machine gods: not to mention that this is a kind of transgression in itself, not to mention, Rand instinctively perceives that what shocking words will immediately pop out of the mouth of this Lord of Avalon?

After all, judging from her previous performance, she doesn't look like she's very filial.

"Of course. 】

Morgan smiled: of course she sensed the worry in Rand's pupils, but the guilty thoughts that were surging in her heart made the original body enjoy the feeling of roasting this unfazed Martian genius on the fire.

The Lord of Avalon actually loves this kind of innocuous joke, which has no real effect, but can make others embarrassed for her amusement: for example, Laner, the head of the Spider Queen's Praetorian Guard, is a sophisticated figure who knows how to compromise and keep a low profile, but why does he always make a mess of his careful thoughts that are always known to the outside world?

Why, exactly?

And who leaked the secret?

What a difficult problem to solve.

The original tilted his head, and a few smiles twitched at the corners of his mouth: after spending so much time in the Emperor's inhuman laboratory, Morgan already missed her Dawning Goddess and the stupid and cute bunches under her hands.

But it is clear that the original body will not be able to return in a short time, and her genetic father has no intention of giving her a fake note: so, let's make fun of this Lord Rand in front of her, ravaging the worldview of these mortal geniuses can always make the Spider Empress feel some kind of satisfaction.

[You must know, Lord Rand: I often test this set on the god of all machines in your mouth, to get some benefits for myself, and save a little money for myself: and your god of all machines will also take this opportunity to issue me a bunch of messy side quests, so that I can be a cow and a horse for him. 】

[In the process of getting along, we all uphold this idea. 】

Morgan pauses her movements, turns her gaze to the genius of Mars, and sees in Rand's pupils the worldview that is gradually crumbling slightly: this makes the original body grin proudly.

[Just as you will temporarily choose to believe in heresy in the face of interests, the emperor and I will also choose to temporarily discard our father-daughter relationship according to the different external circumstances: or pick it up and make do with it, and then use it. 】

[When you have money, you are an old father, when you have no money, you are an old bastard, when you are useful, you are a good daughter, when you are useless, you are a failure, when you have common interests, you are a father and daughter, and when you have no common interests, you are a father and a daughter: who is not like this? 】

[Anyway, I personally feel that as a father and daughter, me and your god of all machines are definitely among the model fathers and daughters in the galaxy: you see, he calls me his pride. 】

“……”

Rand's eyes narrowed.

The arithmetic engine in his skull malfunctioned for a moment the moment he heard the Primordial's words, but he quickly reacted and suppressed the instinctive anger in his mind: as Omni's most loyal follower, listening to these blasphemous words without being angry was completely contrary to Rand's decades-long faith. But despite this, the rational and logical abilities that he had always prided himself on still prevented Rand from acting impulsively.

He soon realized the trap in the original discourse: although the emperor walked in the world as a shadow of the god of all machines, in the eyes of any omni-god of omniscience, it was sacrosanct in the eyes of any Omnisaiah Shin, and any blasphemy was worth fighting for his life.

However, these blasphemous words in Morgan's mouth are not discussing the divinity of the god of all machines as a [believer], but attacking the fatherly love of the god of all machines as the [heir of the emperor]: on this topic, the Omnigalactic Omnigalactic Omniacia believers combined are no more than the Lord of Avalon touching his lips lightly.

After all, she was her own, and even one of the emperor's most important heirs: the genius of Mars remembered the boastful words of the god of all machines in front of Rand.

However, these memories rekindled a trace of anger in his mind: Isn't it an extremely disrespectful move for Morgan, as the emperor's daughter, to slander her father here?

So, he spoke: to be as fair and innocent as possible.

"My lord, as one of the heirs of the God of All Machines, you should not use such a blasphemous title to refer to the great God of All Machines: this is an unforgivable and unreasonable act, especially the old ...... in your mouth Old ......"

[Old bastard? 】

“…… This is blasphemy, my lord. ”

[But it's also true.] 】

The original laughed.

[He'll call me a little bastard in private: I thought I didn't know.] 】

Morgan blinked, and the glint in her pupils made Rand question whether his anger was justified: the charm of the genogen was so wonderful, not to mention that Morgan had always been polite, and even her blasphemous words were extremely gentle.

[Believe me, Lord Rand, although my words are very unpleasant, but the credibility of each of their sentences is not much different from the data on your data board: of course I understand the supremacy of the gods in your eyes, and I am not interested in arguing with you, is the father of my genes a god who walks in the world? 】

[I just want to ask you, the best archaeologist on Mars: Of all the ancient legends you know, which one of the fathers of a god is able to deal with all his offspring: family strife between gods is often the root cause of most conflicts in a mythological story. 】

"The god of all machines is not ......"

Instinctively, Rand opened his mouth to argue with Morgan for polytheism and monotheism, but when he saw the smiling pupils of the Lord of Avalon, the genius of Mars was dull for a moment, and chose to shut up: standing in front of him was a genetic protogen, the heir of the emperor, and he was just an ordinary mortal believer, and there was no fairness in the debate between them.

Or: Is there really a primitive, so disgraced that they lose to mere mortals in debate?

Rand thought for a moment, and finally decided to switch ways.

"Well, Mr. Morgan, I'm actually more curious about another thing."

Rand put down his pen.

"Why do you show inexplicable pride in this unhealthy father-daughter relationship between you and the god of all machines: the god of all machines values you for all to see, even if it is out of loyalty to this trust, you should show more respect to the god of all machines, just like those of your brothers."

【…… Like which brother? 】

Morgan's voice was so light that Rand's heart beat faster: he realized that it was another trap for the genoplasm, a trap that he had to step into.

"For example......

The genius of Mars racked his brains to get a sound answer.

"The wolf god?"

【……】

Morgan didn't reply, but her smiling pupils were enough to make Rand despair.

[What do you mean: The father-son relationship between the wolf god and the emperor is safe? 】

"At the very least: flawless."

Rand hesitated in his words.

"As we all know, the wolf shepherd god is the most loyal and filial heir of the god of all machines, and the father-son relationship between him and the god of all machines is immaculate: just like a war engine that has just come off the assembly line, its crew members are all carefully selected from various academies, and it itself does not even have a scratch on the surface."

"And the kinship between you and the god of all machines, IMHO: it's like a chariot that has been on the battlefield for more than thirty years and has never been systematically maintained. It was driven by a group of veterans who had been on the battlefield for decades, picking up the odd parts on the battlefield to scrape together to maintain their chariots. ”

[In short, a flawless gold ring and a patchwork of rags?] 】

"If you have to describe it that way, then I have no opinion."

Rand nodded: and he must have received the merciless taunt of the Lord of Avalon.

[Lord Rand, I believe you certainly did not participate in a war: at least not in a particularly tragic war. 】

"Not really."

Rand frowned.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Instead of answering the question, she held out her finger and drew a vague outline of a gold ring and a tattered strip of cloth in the cold air.

You're right, Rand. 】

Morgan nodded.

[The family relationship between Horus and the emperor is flawless, at least on the surface, there is no flaw, and the thirty years between them are as beautiful as a dream, as dazzling as the golden ring on the hand of the wolf god. 】

[And the relationship between me and the emperor is completely the other extreme: there is no beauty between us at all, we have been in the whirlpool of strife and interests since we first met, we have met for very little time, and there is no passage related to warmth at all. 】

[If the relationship between Horus and the Emperor is natural and flawless, then the relationship between me and the Emperor is really just a rag: pulling and pulling, piecing and piece, falling apart countless times, but countless times I have to pinch my nose, pick up those pieces from the ground, make do, and continue to shelter the two of us, just like I told you before. 】

[So do you think that which of these two different relationships can better withstand the test of time and difficulty: is it a beautiful thirty years like a dream, or a reality that is pulled and pulled in quarrels, interests and compromises? 】

[One is a group of immature little guys, driving experimental cutting-edge tanks, rampage through a completely unfamiliar battlefield, and the shiny armor is simply a live target. 】

[And the other, is a group of veterans who have seen strong winds and waves, driving an inconspicuous car. But the chariot that can run rampant on the battlefield for more than 30 years, and every part of the chariot is a practical thing that this group of veterans carved in every possible way. 】

What do you think? 】

“……”

Rand was silent for a moment: as an immortal seed player, of course he would not just listen to the surface meaning of the words, and then stuffed these words of the original body into his stomach, and chewed them over and over again, the Martian genius's brow was slightly soothed, and then wrinkled again.

"What do you mean: there is a crisis between the Wolf Shepherd God and the Ten Thousand Machine God?"

Morgan smiled, still not responding positively to the question.

[Rand, as one of the best Omnisaiahs, I want you to answer my most basic question: Is there really anything flawless in this world? Or are those things that seem flawless just because their real flaws have not yet appeared in front of the world, just because they have not yet encountered real trials and tests? 】

[Just because, everything that the patched rag has ever experienced, the flawless gold ring, has not been experienced yet? 】

"But the god of all machines is the perfect ......"

[No matter how perfect the god of ten thousand machines is, he can't shape a relationship alone, and the relationship between father and son will naturally involve the father and son: even if the god of ten thousand machines is perfect, do you dare to guarantee that the wolf god is perfect? 】

“……”

Rand gasped.

"It's a dangerous accusation, my lord."

[What am I accusing of?] 】

Morgan laughed instead, picked up her scalpel and continued the interrupted clinical trial.

"You accuse the wolf god of existing...... There is ......"

Rand opened his mouth, words accumulating in his throat, but he couldn't say a word in front of the Genotype's smile, and he didn't even want to say it anymore.

Because......

——————

+ The situation is better than I expected. ＋

The god of all machines walked in with a smile, and there were a lot of strange shapes floating behind him, more like torture instruments than scientific creations, and Morgan couldn't help but look at them.

Have you found a replacement? 】

The Lord of Avalon lowered the scalpel: in Rand's silence, Morgan had completed three clinical tests and was now ready to go to work under the watchful eye of the Emperor.

+ The age of dark technology has left more than I ever imagined. ＋

The Lord of Humanity shook his head and placed them all on the operating table.

+ Although most of them are too old for us to use right away, since they are human technologies, it only takes a while for us to be able to make a replacement. ＋

[So, how long does it take?] 】

The Emperor was silent for a moment: he did not notice Rand, who had a strange face.

+ I think about it, it probably takes ...... ＋

(End of chapter)