Morgan wasn't sure if it was a proper decision to make these war dogs mortal enemies with the Spirit Clan: after all, the fighting style of the Twelfth Legion was not suitable for fighting against those ethereal aliens.

Although the Human Empire in the Great Expedition has never lacked a record of confrontation with the Elvein, and it will always be the victorious side: for example, the two legions of the Emperor's Son and the Holy Blood Angel, each of which has won a victory over the Ark Elves under the leadership of the Primordial, not to mention Morgan and her Dawnbreaker Legion, natural elven killers.

Even in terms of quality, the Yemenga Megalith ambush that took place more than ten years ago can be said to be the most glorious victory of the Empire in the war with the Elves: with more than 300 casualties, the Dawnbreaker Legion killed thousands of Comorian magnates who had experienced the ancient Elven Empire, which was enough to cause fundamental turmoil in the power structure of the [Sin City] Comoros itself.

After all, Morgan knew very well that the sinful soul that she swallowed into her belly contained hundreds of heirs, core backbones, and even the head of the family himself: these [true sons] in the Comoros were no less powerful than the forbidden army of the empire.

Unfortunately, this great victory, like most of Morgan's exploits, was not widely disseminated throughout the Empire: in the eyes of ordinary mortals and even Astarte, the only feat that the Lord of Avalon could boast of, apart from the somewhat ambiguous Far Eastern frontier, was an expedition to the Gothic Star Sector, or a petty fight against the Forge of Predators.

But rumors are rumors, in the realm of real reality, the Lord of Avalon is still the best at dealing with the Elves in the entire human empire, not even one of them, she knows very well that the fighting style of the War Dog Legion is not suitable for frequent confrontations with the Elves, but there is really no better way for her.

Morgan is not omnipotent, nor is her genetic father, and although the two of them have worked hard for several months to resolve many of the problems arising from the Butcher's Nail, the Emperor and his daughter have to compromise with reality once again when it comes to consumables.

Morgan wasn't even sure whether the Elves who had interfered with Anglion's fate in the first place came from an ark or from the Comoros in the network: the fragments of time involved here were so mottled and complex that even the Midnight Ghost couldn't see them clearly, and out of safety, Morgan had to hand over the name of the Elven Ark that Conrad had seen, along with the Comoros, to the indignant War Dog Legion.

At the same time, the Lord of Avalon also proposed a plan to Kir, the acting commander of the Twelfth Legion, that he could hardly refuse: the Twelfth Legion could send a military expedition of any size to the Legion of the Daybreaker to learn the experience of fighting the Eldars: when the Lord of Avalon pulled out hundreds of various Elven skulls from her psionic rift, the War Dogs agreed without hesitation.

But as a veteran of the journey from Holy Terra, Kir was clearly not as naïve as the juniors at the end of the group, Karn or Dregall: while the latter had begun to rejoice in the resurrection of the Father of Genes, the Acting Captain's brow was still furrowed.

He first tentatively glanced at the Lord of Humanity, who had been silent all this time standing behind Morgan, and then asked the Lord of Avalon in front of him with respect: Kir knew very well what Morgan had done for Angron, and he also clearly remembered the scene where the Lord of the Dawnbreaker was pointing at the three legions on Nukeria.

There are some things that only an acting Legion Commander like Kiel can understand: the Terra-descendant veteran believes that even if he assiduously works hard in the position of Legion Commander all his life, he is far from the level of Morgan's command in Nukaria, which is a chasm gap.

Whether it was her actions or her own strength, Morgan deserved to be treated with the utmost respect by Kiel: this deference and silence affected the war dogs standing behind the acting Legion Captain, and after ten seconds, even Karn's gaze humbly avoided Morgan's pupils.

It was only then that the Acting Legion Commander finally gathered his composure, received acquiescence from the Lord of Humanity, and was ready to ask the somewhat blasphemous questions that were necessary.

"I'd like to ask, sir."

The war dog's voice was low, heavy as lead even after Morgan's light consent.

"I wonder how long the maintenance system will last?"

Kiel's words made the beaming war dogs behind him fall silent for a moment: the Astarte warriors are supermen who have undergone all-round enhancement and transformation after all, although they didn't realize it at first, but after Kiel's on-demand, all the sons of Angron discovered this hidden danger.

Although the pain inflicted on Angelon by the Butcher's Nail has been erased, it still hovers in the mind of the Primordial, and one day, it will completely destroy Anglon's entire brain: it is far more severe than mere pain, enough to dissipate the joy of the war dogs.

Faced with this question, the Spider Queen did not answer immediately, she narrowed her eyes and looked at Kir's somewhat vicissitudes of life: these veterans who had experienced the unification war of Terra were really not easy to fool, and they always got to the heart of the matter.

Morgan couldn't help but think of a habit she had developed in the Dawnbreaker Legion: whenever she enacted a policy that would affect ordinary Astarte warriors or mortal auxiliaries, the genetic prototype would first be experimentally promoted on the Aurora and a few randomly selected warships.

Then, her handmaiden, or her pet Warlord, would walk the corridors of these ships with Morgan's mind, listening to the children of the Lord of Avalon and mortals discussing the new policy, especially the Terran veterans who were hidden in the ranks of the Legion.

These veterans are sometimes even able to point out blind spots that even the Genetic Prototype has never considered, and even the less intelligent Mortal Assistants will burst out with a spark of wisdom that the Primitive will be amazed by when it comes to their own interests.

Occasionally, the Lord of Avalon will also use this to tap into potential talents, and throughout the system of the Dawnbreaker Legion, there will always be some unknown little people who are suddenly promoted by the Prototype and shine in their new positions: although everyone will see this as the Original's insight, and Morgan also acquiesces in this rumor, and puts on a coat of "Bole" for himself.

Generally speaking, whether it is the prime minister who must start from the state department, the fierce general who must be sent to the army, or the governor who has lost the government in the grass, or the person who knows the house leak in the Uxia, is the truth that the Lord of Avalon has long been well aware of, and has been implementing it in practice: she has adhered to these codes of conduct since the establishment of the Far Eastern frontier, and has never given up until the present time of her high position.

After all, Morgan understands that even if the policies she promulgates may seem to be beneficial to her children and the people under her command on the surface, if she does not go down to the grassroots and really look at the actual needs of the grassroots and the consequences of their implementation, then sooner or later she will disconnect from these most basic supporters and lose their help.

This is not something that Morgan can accept: the Lord of Avalon is just trying to make her rule seem mystic, and she doesn't want to be the lone king of the tower.

Under Morgan's rule, compromise, cordiality, and sincerity were the hard currency most of the time, and the current genetic protoplasm does not intend to violate this principle in front of the war dogs.

She didn't choose to lie.

[One hundred and fifty years. 】

Morgan said.

[Normally, if there is no special wear and tear, this system can operate for one hundred and fifty years: I can guarantee that during these hundred and fifty years, Anglon's brain organs will not be fundamentally damaged.] 】

The Lord of Avalon swore that he had said this, but how did the number of one hundred and fifty years come about......

Morgan wouldn't tell the dogs what kind of mutual torment she had fallen into with the emperor during these five months, and the result of this father-daughter confrontation was that in the face of the great threat of the precious daughter of the Lord of Mankind choosing to pick her son and swear that she would never take care of anything that her genetic father asked of in the future, the emperor had to burrow into his Golden Age treasury again, and after several hardships, turned to the corresponding technology, and the bottom line of the maintenance system was increased from about a hundred years. It rose to about one hundred and fifty years.

No matter how much higher, even the emperor can't make a thorough guarantee.

As for why Morgan can see that this is the emperor's ceiling: because after the Lord of Avalon once again threatened to pick and choose, the Lord of Humanity directly slapped Morgan on the operating table with a psionic slap.

With such a legislature, it seems that the father of her genes really has nothing to do.

Morgan was convinced of this.

But in the face of her assurance, the war dogs were obviously not satisfied: among the war dogs present were many people who had been fighting for more than a hundred years, and in front of these battle-hardened veterans, a mere life span of one hundred and fifty years was too short for the original body, so short that it was unacceptable.

"And after that?"

Kiel then asked, and Morgan could only confess to him with some reluctance.

[After that, the maintenance system will still work, but it will not be 100% stable and may require a lot of patchwork, but it will eventually break. 】

This time, the brows of all the war dogs furrowed.

"What happens when it breaks? Is there no way to solve it completely? ”

Kir's voice was hoarse, and even the Lord of Avalon couldn't think of a particularly good way to deal with the Terra's veteran's almost huddled facial features: they couldn't handle the depth of the Butcher's Nail.

But just as Morgan pondered how she could tactfully inform all this, she heard footsteps behind her: the Father of Genes of the Primordial had taken a step forward and came to Morgan's side, and in front of the Emperor's gaze, all the war dogs straightened up and bent slightly, expressing their respect for the Lord of Humanity.

The Emperor spoke, and his voice was not to be provoked.

+ After that? ＋

His gaze was on Kiel.

+Kir, you are one of the first war dogs I created, and you have already fought under my command on Holy Terra, so you should be aware of some cruel facts: whether it is an Astarte warrior or a genetic proto. ＋

+ You are never eternal. ＋

The Emperor only said this sentence, and then retreated silently, but the shadow on the faces of the war dogs had turned into a kind of helpless relief, which made Morgan quietly breathe a sigh of relief in his heart: it was obvious that the Lord of Mankind had played with a masterful linguistic technique, and used inevitable aging to cover up the tragic truth that the Butcher's Nail would cause.

The War Dogs may not be able to accept that their genetic father will eventually fall to the madness of the Butcher's Nail, but if the age is determined by the Lord of Humanity himself, it is the truth of the world that has to be accepted.

Everybody gets old, even if he's a genetic proto, doesn't he?

【……】

Morgan furrowed a frown, convinced once again that her Father of Genes knew the art of language: the Emperor didn't answer the dogs' questions at all, but his meaning reassured the Twelfth Legion.

However, such assists from the Emperor are only a handful after all, and Morgan still needs to face the second problem of Kiel alone: the [special circumstances] in her previous words have been captured by the acting captain.

In this regard, the genoplasm just waved his hand indifferently and explained.

[Rest assured, the special situation I am referring to is that the entire War Dog Legion and your genetic protoplasm are trapped in a place where consumables cannot be replenished, if all the savings consumables in your hands are exhausted, then the Butcher's Nail will attack again, and it will double the impact on Angelon's brain: however, considering the expiration date of these consumables, and at least the logistical reserves of Lingbei, I am afraid that the entire Twelfth Legion will be completely besieged for more than half a standard year of Terra before this situation will be encountered. 】

As soon as these words came out, a confident smile appeared on Kiel's face.

The entire Twelfth Army was completely besieged for more than half a year? And the entire empire of humanity has no reaction to this? If this really happened in the galaxy, then Anglon's problem would be a trivial matter.

At this point, the worries from the war dogs were finally suppressed, and Kiel's gaze at Morgan became full of respect again, and he politely asked the Lord of Avalon if there were any additional instructions for them to remember.

[There is indeed a point. 】

Morgan nodded, her gaze sweeping over each of the dogs' countenances.

[Do you know why I asked the Emperor to name you people to come to the Emperor Dream for this meeting? 】

Obviously, the war dogs don't know.

Morgan, on the other hand, smiled unsurprisingly, only to see her fingers gently draw circles in mid-air, and in an instant, three concentric circles appeared in front of the war dogs.

[I asked you. 】

The original body raised its neck slightly.

[What are you going to do with the problem that Angron is facing, and what we have prepared for him: Say, Kir, are you going to make this problem and the solution known to the entire Twelfth Legion?] 】

The acting leader of the War Dog Legion only hesitated for a moment, then shook his head firmly.

Then, he figured out something: I saw him bow very seriously in the direction of the original body.

"Please advise, Mr. Morgan."

[I have thought of a solution for you. 】

Morgan's fingers wrote a string of ornate letters in the middle of the concentric circles, and the dogs read the line clearly, only to hear Karn at the end of the line read it aloud.

"Inner ring?"

[Yes, the inner ring.] 】

Morgan nodded.

[This is the solution I have come up with for you. 】

With that, the Primordial's finger tapped the outermost of the concentric circles, the largest one.

[Among the legions, the most ignorant and the most numerous, of course, are those low-level soldiers and grass-roots officers, these soldiers do not always see the original body, and they can receive quite little information, so they are very suitable as ignorant people: they don't need to know the existence of the butcher's nail, and they don't need to know what a cruel and efficient system is behind Angelon's normal life. 】

“……”

Kiel was silent for a moment, then nodded with a serious expression.

"Indeed, all of us should keep this scene in front of us a secret."

[Then, there are the middle-level officers.] 】

The Lord of Avalon's finger pointed to the set of concentric circles in the middle.

[The officers who can be promoted to this level are all the backbone of the legion, and they will definitely be aware of something, because they can see more of the original body, but as long as Angelon can remain generally normal, then no one will delve into the details of this aspect: and those who can be promoted to this level are generally tried and tested loyal warriors, and as long as the general situation of the legion is not turbulent, they will not stir up trouble at will. 】

[But among these people, you should also choose those who can pass the test, after all, whether it is the arrest of consumables, or the daily maintenance of the stability maintenance system, it is far from enough to rely on a dozen of you, ordinary soldiers may regard the arrest as a normal military operation, but the middle-level officers must be aware of what is wrong: then, the middle-level officers who perform these tasks must be trustworthy backbone members, and they will naturally become reserve members of the inner ring. 】

"Then we, the inner ring?"

Kiel asked.

[That's right. 】

Morgan nodded, and she glanced at all the dogs present: from the old, steady Kiel, to Karn and Dregall, who were still excited about what was in front of them.

You are the people, you are the first inner ring of the War Dog Legion, you are the knowers of all these secrets, and the protectors of all these secrets, you will carry the burden of the entire Legion moving forward, you need to be careful to maintain this secret, and you need to be careful to choose your successor: I believe that all of you can do this, because this is why the Emperor chose you. 】

[The fate of your comrades-in-arms, your legions, and your genetic fathers is up to all of you! 】

Morgan's voice was steady and full of ancient glory, but before the Genogen could say the last sentence, the frenzied roar of the War Dogs, inspired by honor and mission, had already flooded the entire exhibition hall: it was clear that the Progenitor's proposal had been unanimously approved by all the top brass of the War Dog Legion in an alternative way.

Morgan was not surprised.

After all, the inner ring is the best secrecy measure that Morgan chose for the war dogs after careful consideration, because the Twelfth Legion has only one secret to protect, so there is no need to worry about being bloated like the Dark Angel, and this secret is so noble and important, and there is no need to worry about the sense of honor and morality in the hearts of all the members of the inner ring.

In this matter, the inner ring is undoubtedly the most appropriate answer.

Behind the smiling genomorph and the furiously shouting war dogs, the Lord of Humanity raised his eyebrows, causing him to glance at Conrad in a slightly surprised look, who responded with a smile of no surprise.

+ What is this? ＋

In the resonance of his heart, the emperor asked his heir with a wry smile.

Midnight Ghost raised his brow only slightly, pondered for a moment, and gave his Father of Genes an answer.

"Hmm...... That's kind of ......"

“……”

The real "master of the First Legion, promoting the excellent traditional culture of the First Legion?" ”

(End of chapter)