Rog Dorne is here.

With all the power he is proud of.

The resolute and majestic figure of the Eternal Crusade, like the Seventh Legion it sheltered, was a bright blade capable of slicing through the surface of the physical universe: when such a behemoth slowly sailed out of Mandeville Point, the hundreds of Mongs that followed it were dwarfed by its pride and glory.

Swarms of battleships followed the Imperial Eagle and poured out of the rifts in subspace, and behind them were countless small warships, troop transports, and supply ships, which would take at least a dozen hours to leap out of the Sea of Souls in turn, so as to transport the sixty thousand soldiers of the entire Imperial Fists and millions of Imperial auxiliaries safely to the pre-agreed assembly site.

Although due to the long distance and the rush of the trip, the ultimate killer weapon of the Imperial Fists Legion, the [Mountain Formation], could not accompany this expeditionary fleet, but despite this, this Void Leviathan, numbered as the [Third Expeditionary Fleet of the Empire], was still a terrifying force that could wipe out several star sectors.

Under the Glory Queen-class battleship Eternity, Dorn has mobilized more than five hundred and fifty ships to support his brother, which is even more than the combined fleets of the Iron Warriors and the Dawnbreakers in the Kraken Abyss.

No one was surprised by this: even Peturabo, who was keeping an eye on the fleet.

As early as the Great Expedition gradually entered the regular stage, the Empire Fist generally believed that the Fist of the Empire had the most powerful and diverse fleet force of all the legions, and now it seems that this is indeed the case: in addition to the Undoubted strongest fleet of the Empire, the First Fleet, which is commanded by the Lord of Mankind himself, perhaps only the two legions of Ultramarines, who have a big business and have never revealed their data publicly, and the Daybreaker, can be on the basis of their full strength, He has the qualifications to compete with the Seventh Legion in the void.

Of course, this kind of [Battle] needs to rule out the existence of the transcendent thing [Mountain Formation] in advance: after all, even Dorne himself has not been able to figure out in the battle, how many opponents can this ancient spectacle than the entire empire suppress in the Void Battle?

Regardless, the Mountain Formation is unrivaled in the Void, and with it present, the Seventh Legion can hold the entire battlefield firmly in the palm of their hand: just like their Legion insignia.

Perhaps everyone including Dorne thinks so.

But......

Morgan doesn't think so.

Standing beside Perturabo, on the lookout of the thirteen-story tower erected by the Iron Warriors in a limited time, the Lord of Avalon was able to clearly observe the Seventh Legion's Grand Fleet half a galaxy away through the extraordinarily ornithograph, which had been carefully modified by the Olympians: but the Spider Empress felt a little regretful when she realized that the Mountain Formation did not have this fleet with her.

She had heard of that legendary relic for a long time, and in the past, it was not without meeting the Seventh Legion, but by chance, Morgan always had no chance to witness the true majesty of the [Mountain Formation], and naturally he could not fulfill that private wish in his heart.

As for what this wish is?

Naturally, by taking a closer look at the hole card of the Imperial Fist, we can compare it with the Blackstone Fortresses that Morgan has hidden in the Far Eastern Frontier: after all, Dorne's loyalty to the Lord of Humanity is evident, so Morgan will always regard it as an imaginary enemy, and since it is an imaginary enemy, then the [Mountain Formation] is always a big problem.

Therefore, the original body needs to conduct an evaluation of the [Mountain Formation] and the Blackstone Fortress, if the results of the evaluation are favorable to Avalon, it is nothing, if the [Mountain Formation] is better, then Morgan will think of a way outside the battlefield.

In addition, the Spider Empress actually has a task on her shoulders: her loyal ally of the Mechanic Sect, Reza, had long ago asked for the genetic prototype to take advantage of her identity to bring back some information about the [Mountain Formation": even if it was just some internal specific data.

Understandably, every Omnigalactic mechanical treasure is a desperate sight to behold, and Reza is no exception: if it is impossible to claim it for himself, it is better to gather information to touch the skin and smell it, and then let this group of plasma fanatics satisfy their cravings.

And Reza himself knew very well that this request was somewhat excessive, so the [Forge of the Binding Stars] put forward a condition to Morgan that could not be refused: under the feeding of the Spider Empress for decades, Reza is now a strong soldier, and the Titan Legion and Knight Family under their command have also reached the strongest state in theory.

So, as a matter of course. Extremely well-resourced, Reza began to engage in its traditional arts: Trumpet and Branch, and the discussion of building a second Titan Legion was on the agenda within the Flame Blood Sect, and in the Eastern Galactic, Reza was also looking for a suitable knight family to be recruited.

Naturally, these big moves could not escape the eyes of the Lord of Avalon. And Raza didn't think to deceive this kind ally: the World-Casting Mekkaku Sage personally traveled to the Far Eastern Frontier to have a meaningful meeting with the Dawnbreaker's genetic protoplasm, and took advantage of the east wind to ask Morgan to explore the internal situation of the [Mountain Formation], and took advantage of the opportunity to send the gift they had prepared to the Spider Empress.

It was a second Titan legion founded by Reza that was already beginning to take shape, and if it was not ready to go to the battlefield immediately, but could serve the Lord of Avalon in a few decades at most.

The Sage of Technology enthusiastically introduces the great product under the wings of the little two-headed eagle, and flatters Morgan that the newly formed Titan Legion will have the best name to prove the unbreakable alliance between Avalon and Reza.

Hand of the Queen. 】

The Lord of Avalon whispered the name inwardly, the corners of her mouth curled, as pleased with the name as she had been with Reza's assurance: this would be the third Titan Legion to conquer the galaxy in the name of Morgan, and like its two predecessors, the Legion of the Belligerents and the Corona, the Legion of the Queen's Hand would be supported by Reza, and would be a powerful Tier 1 legion in a few decades.

Considering the already powerful Legion of Belligerents, as well as the Corona Legion that has gradually grown in strength under the careful cultivation of the entire Far Eastern Industrial Alliance for decades: it is foreseeable that in the future, the Lord of Avalon will soon have three first-tier Titan Legions, which are a divine force that can even compete with Mars on paper.

And the best part is that such a powerful private army will not attract the attention of anyone but Mars: after all, on Maculag, south of Avalon, a certain unambitious king of the Otlama is celebrating the eighth Titan Legion to sign an alliance with him and thus join the family of five hundred worlds.

Perhaps it was only at this time that Killeman was vaguely aware that his behavior was a little too ostentatious?

Thinking of this, even the Spider Empress couldn't help but sigh.

Eight Titan legions, which is equivalent to eight first-class casting worlds.

How dare Killiman......

"What are you sighing about, Morgan?"

But before the Spider Empress could dissipate the emotion in her heart, the temporary relaxation on her face caught the Iron Lord's gaze: Perturabo happened to take his gaze back from the bird's step, and his resolute face became harder and harder after witnessing the strength of Dorne's army.

[I'm just feeling the power of Dorne.] 】

Morgan neither panicked nor hesitated in the face of this abrupt situation, her voice was silky, and Perturabo did not notice any clues, but only snorted softly, showing her dissatisfaction with the content of her words.

[Power on paper does not represent true strength: no matter how many things we plan in books, in the end, everything can only be seen on the battlefield. 】

The Lord of Steel first instinctively refuted Morgan, and then, as if he remembered the [written cooperation] between him and Morgan ten days ago, he pursed his lips again, and quickly added the following explanations.

But despite the disdain, the Iron Lord's gaze on the Bird Chart was still very serious, and Morgan could see a trace of suppressed consternation in the depths of his pupils, which she was not surprised by: in the face of such a powerful fleet force, any primordial would feel stunned and shocked.

[I've heard that Dorne didn't even use his full strength because of the rush of the starting point: neither the fleet nor the strength of the troops was the limit of the Seventh Legion. 】

The Lord of the Daybreaker laughed a little, and she softly spat out the information that her Internal Affairs had been sending her one after another over the past few days: it wasn't hard to come by through the various supply worlds along the Imperial Fist.

[But despite this, Dorn still brought as much of his power as he could: the Imperial Fist of more than 80,000 men, he gathered more than 60,000, and mobilized at least 550 of the 700 warships: considering that he only had a dozen days to mobilize, this efficiency and result is truly amazing. 】

"No big deal."

The Iron Lord lowered his eyebrows, his hand directed towards the Iron Warriors lined up in a phalanx under the tower: the army of 60,000 men was overwhelming, and the array of armored engines and artillery spread to the far edge of the field of vision, and no one could fail to believe that this Iron Legion was enough to conquer the entire galaxy.

"You see, Morgan, it took me less than seven days to get the same sixty thousand Iron Warriors here: you're by my side, and you're able to witness the whole process, and I'm only more efficient than Dorne."

"As for the fleet?"

"Humph!"

The Iron Lord snorted.

"All along, the conquest of the Seventh Legion has been just rolling in circles around the entire solar star field: close to the core area of the empire, it is only right to accumulate such a large fleet, and it doesn't mean anything to do this, and it means incompetence if it can't be done."

[So, you and Dorne didn't actually meet much during the Great Expedition, right: after all, according to you, your conquest route is two parallel lines that do not intersect?] 】

Morgan licked her lips, she carefully grasped the Iron Lord's state of mind at this time, although Perturabo's words sounded unceremoniously, but by observing his twinkling pupils and the softness in his voice, the Lord of Avalon was still sure of one thing: although Perturabo may have many prejudices against Dorne, his logical thinking is also clear about how many forces Dorn has mobilized to support them in a short period of time.

At this point, the Fist of Empire's genetic protoplasm is undoubtedly wholeheartedly.

This fact touched Perturabo somewhat, and his heart, which could create marble statues and amphitheaters, was no longer so cold and hard as iron: the artist's soul quietly emerged.

Sure enough, in the face of Morgan's initiative to provoke a topic related to Dorne, the Iron Lord did not suddenly become angry, he just told his opinion with a gloomy face.

"Of course not."

"Actually, Dorne and I haven't spoken to each other at all, and this is the first time our two legions have worked together: the galaxy is so vast that most of our blood brothers rarely see each other."

It is true that they rarely meet: it is a fact.

Morgan nodded.

But the question is: why is it that only you and Dorne have such a stiff relationship when we rarely see each other? Obviously, neither of you has spoken a few words.

The Spider Empress frowned, muttering to herself: this is a question she has never been able to figure out, why is the relationship between Dorne and Perturabo so stiff in theory?

But for a while, she couldn't figure it out, so she might as well observe the meeting between Perturabo and Dorne: having made up his mind, the Lord of Avalon put his hands behind his back and accompanied the Olympians down the tower.

The flagship of the Fist of Empire is approaching low Earth orbit, and its owner, with an unenthusiastic but impeccable courtesy, requests a meeting with the two genotypes.

Thereupon. The array of 60,000 Iron Warriors lined up one after another, strong enough to be seen clearly in the sky, and the Trident and the best war blacksmiths, as well as the eleven Knights of the Round Table under the command of Morgan, followed closely behind the two genetic prototypes, standing at the forefront of the more than 60,000 combat brothers.

A flat, tough, work of art tarmac, right in front of them, Dorn and his guards with three warplanes on board, cleanly resting on it.

There was no suspense, and there was no deliberate stop, almost the moment the fighter stabilized its position, the genetic prototype of the Imperial Fist walked out and appeared in front of everyone, followed by ten guards.

Morgan could feel the blood relatives beside her breathe faster for a moment.

"Morgan, Perturabo."

As he reached fifteen meters away from his two blood relatives, the Lord of Inwitt stopped and nodded to each of the two genotypes, as a greeting: he ignored the stiff expression and nod on Perturabo's face, Morgan's gentle smile, and the constant blinking hint of the Lord of Avalon.

He just walked straight in front of the Olympians in front of more than 60,000 warriors, causing a lot of confusion: but Morgan knew very well that the greeting just now was all the expression of brotherhood by the Lord of the Imperial Fist, and he would not perform any more hugs or greetings.

Since the greeting has already been completed, it is time to get business done: theoretically, the person who Perturabo is in contact with him is, after all, the Lord of Steel in charge of the expedition to the Kraken Abyss.

So, Dorn spoke in a voice so loud that at least the Trident present, the Knights of the Round Table, and the guards behind him could hear him.

"Peturabo, brother."

"Terra is concerned about whether she will be able to continue her expedition to the Kraken Depths."

"So, I was sent here: to ensure the final victory of this expedition."

“……”

The sound echoed, echoing in everyone's ears.

Perturabo was silent: like everyone present, but his face was stiff, a playful but absurd contrast to the first hideousness on the faces of the tridents behind him, and the unsurprising helplessness between Morgan's brows.

【……】

At the same time, standing beside him, the Lord of Avalon heard it clearly.

At a certain moment.

As if something was broken.

Oh, maybe it's a poor heart.

(End of chapter)