Just as the ambition in the Spider Empress's heart began to expand unscrupulously with the passage of time and the increasing stability of the power in her hands, the Origin brothers who flowed the same blood as her naturally did not stand still.

They all have their own things to do, and they all have what they know to be the most important thing: only they and their legions can accomplish these serious goals and ensure that the glory of the Great Expedition will continue to spread.

Everyone is like that: Peturabo is certainly like this, and Dorne is no exception.

The Lord of the Emperor's Fist, with his sons and his fleet, plunged headlong into the deepest depths of the Kraken Abyss, and as Dorn had promised before, he was gone for a month, during which no extra information came back except for reports of the battle sent like snowflakes.

Even though he was far away from the stars, Dorne vividly demonstrated to Morgan how comprehensive and stable he was as a military commander: the Fist of the Empire was advancing steadily on all fronts, each time making little progress as the Lord of Invit had originally intended, and only the most difficult opponents would slow them down slightly.

The Sons of Dorne maintained a near-perfect rhythm of warfare, asking only for the necessary ammunition and supplies from the rear, as well as constantly rotating the Fists of the Empire under the improvised command of an unknown commander, but Morgan was able to remember the name: Pracles, and she took the time to meet the Fist of the Empire, who impressed the original with his calm demeanor.

In this way, through the highly reliable battle reports and the objective narration of Practics, Morgan was able to restore the route of the Imperial Fists almost one-to-one: Dorn did not directly rush to the target of his claim, but took the lead in uprooting the strongholds placed on the asteroid belt and moons around the enemy's fortress world, which had gradually recovered.

There are many nobilities about Dorn that ensure that he has a stable base that will not play too badly even in areas that he is not good at: while other blood relatives whom Morgan trusts, such as Johnson or Conrad, have unrivalled control in their areas of expertise, but in those areas they are not, they may not even be as good as an Astarte.

This made Dantioc a little embarrassed, but fortunately, the Lord of Avalon was a kind person on such an unimportant occasion, and she really understood the plight of the war blacksmith, and repeated her words again.

The Lord of Avalon didn't talk too much nonsense in front of Dantioc, and she confessed her inner thoughts, an idea that surprised the War Blacksmith a little, but only a little surprise: as an Iron Warrior who had been on the Far Eastern Frontier and had little time with the Fist of the Empire, Dantiok had no pressure to work with the Children of Dorne.

Johnson is so, Conrad is so.

"So ......"

“……”

Dantyok pondered for a moment, then nodded towards the Original.

Even Dorne himself, even the Lord of Invit, who seemed untouched by the casualty figures on the surface, added such a personal emotion to his blood relatives in his war report.

Having said that, even if he was a regular Iron Warrior who had been fighting by Peturabo's side, Dantiok would not have any psychological burden: after all, no matter how bad the relationship between Dorne and Perturabo was, the two legions had not intersected before, and naturally there would be no irreconcilable hatred between the officers and soldiers at the grassroots level.

The Iron Lord had locked himself up in his private laboratory for almost a month: from the day Dorne set out with his army, Perturabo had locked the iron door of the laboratory, and had not yet rescued him, as if he were in some kind of battle with his brother.

As for that bit of honor for the Fist of the Empire? No big deal.

The Iron Warriors' negative perception of the Imperial Fists is more of a jealousy that they occupy the same position, but that the sons of Dorne can be honored and don't need to be in those remote corners.

[I will ensure that your combined force has sufficient strength, your battalion and the Seleucid Cuirass, as well as a company I have dispatched, and the personal guard of the Empress Avalon, plus the troops of the Imperial Fist: victory is not a problem, the question is, how will you achieve this victory, and how will you achieve it. 】

At the very least, when the War Blacksmith was summoned by his Lord of Avalon again, he had not fully recovered from the shocking news: the immediate aftermath of this was that he had missed Morgan's first few words.

This is especially true of Perturabo.

However, there are always strongholds in special circumstances that cannot be safely captured by the Fist of the Empire, even if the Primordials themselves are in battle: the sons of Dorne will not hesitate to abandon these worlds, cast an extermination order, or simply besiege them to death, avoiding the huge casualties that would be required to forcibly capture them.

[Don't worry, that's a character who won't steal your limelight.] 】

To be sure, there are still a number of good players left in the Fourth Legion, and there are even a few genuine veterans who have come through battles like Terra and Venus, but the level of their performance in competitive competitions can only be said to have not completely disgraced the honorary title of Terra-Veterans.

"So, what do you want my battalion to do in this offensive?"

Through what she knew about Perturabo, Morgan quickly identified two things.

The first is that the Kraken Expedition must have been won: if Perturabo hadn't made a breakthrough in his experiments and created a targeted technology that he approved was enough to contain the Heruds, he would never have given this order to arrange the aftermath of the expedition.

After carefully witnessing the combat level of these Terra veterans, the Spider Empress was surprised to find that the most powerful Iron Warrior at the moment was most likely Dantyok, who had just returned from the Far Eastern Frontier!

Although the level of the war blacksmith is placed in the Dawnbreaker Legion, he can only barely touch the rank of company commander, because Dantiok himself is not the kind of warrior who should be placed at the forefront of the fight, but compared to the combat brothers in the legion who focus on dusting, shooting, and numbly executing orders, Dantiok, who has been in the arena of the Dawnbreaker Legion for a while, is simply a god.

The result was a little unbearable for the War Blacksmith himself: the thought of him actually going to participate in the sword fighting competition as the [Champion Swordsman] of the Fourth Legion, while feeling the instinctive honor of being Astarte, Dantiok only felt that the worldview he had shaped over the past few decades had been turned upside down.

Cold, cautious and efficient, Dorn's tactical command would only set one or two targets for his fighters at a time, and then take them down at all costs, and even if the outcome of the battle went more smoothly than he imagined, the Lord of the Emperor's Fist would never take advantage of the victory, he gnawed at the Herudian defense line one bite at a time, content with the achievement of each stage goal, like a fierce boxer, attacking only one key point of the opponent at a time, and each attack would ensure a complete breakthrough.

But if she can cooperate with her Caliban brothers, with Johnson in charge of commanding the fight on the front line, and Morgan dispatching the big data of the battlefield in the rear, then even under the exact same conditions, the Lord of Avalon has enough confidence to completely penetrate Dorne's pride.

He confided to Morgan that he had begun to reflect on whether his previous words against Perturabo were entirely correct: he admitted that Morgan's proposal was correct, and that he had not imagined that the Fourth Legion would be under so much pressure during the expedition until he had formally engaged the Heruds.

“…… What do you mean, my lord? ”

[Look, Dantiok: When there is no strong enemy who needs us to concentrate the strength of the three legions and go all out, the three legions participating in this expedition will line up and march together to strive for the efficiency of the Great Expedition. 】

From time to time, words from the Olympians would come from behind the iron door, most of them reviewing necessary documents or asking for some equipment for experiments, which forced a group of terrified Iron Warriors to wait outside the laboratory, because the Father of Genes was obviously not in a good mood.

Let them collide with each other, when the two knights fall to the ground, it is when the doctor comes forward, and when they lie in the treatment room, it is the time when the medical bill should be charged.

[That's right, and I'll take all of that into account.] 】

Satisfied with the Iron Warrior's wisdom and sensibility, the Primordial pointed her fingers at the star map, tracing three rough lines of attack for Danteok, and then crutched on the middle line.

[It's simple.] 】

Moreover......

“…… Fun challenge, grown-in-law. ”

The war blacksmith nodded, and he immediately understood what Morgan meant.

"What do you mean: you want my battalion to have a collaboration with the forces of the Imperial Fist to play a similar ...... The effect of the mortal experimental field? ”

And just by looking at this sentence, Morgan can be sure that when her two brothers meet again, it will still be a Mars meets Earth situation: it seems that the emperor created these two men so that they can play chess against each other and torture each other in an eternal contest.

[My brother Dorn has decided to suspend his war plans on the front lines, the main fleet of the Imperial Fist is on its way back, and according to my reliable sources, Perturabo's research project is nearing completion: that is, after a brief period of contact, discussion, and military meetings, we will strike the final blow on the Kraken Abyss. 】

The original body took a sip of hot tea and pointed to the changing star map next to him.

The Lord of Avalon did not reply to Dorne about this, she knew very well that her Invit blood relatives simply wanted to inform her about it, and Dorne did not need any encouragement or comfort from Morgan for this, and Morgan thought that there was nothing she could do to persuade her two most stubborn blood relatives at this time.

[So, because of the intricacies of the battlefield and the middle position of my Dawnbreaker Legion, it makes perfect sense that the Imperial Fist and the Iron Warrior's forces need to fight side by side and understand each other's situation in those battlefields for which I am fully responsible, isn't it?] 】

He went to fight with swords?

He went to fight Arkhamus, Guidores, and Anaxos, the great warriors who fought all the way from Terra and served longer than his biological age? And bet on the honor of the original body and the Fourth Legion?

(Of the three names, the first two are Dorne's captains of the guard, often taking the place of the Primordial in some kind of competitive competition, and the third is a member of the Templar Order, Sigismund's predecessor and guide: feel the difference in force between Dantiok and them.)

Despite this, the Seventh Legion paid a great price in the campaign, which lasted only a month: perhaps thousands of the sons of Dorne were buried in the Kraken Depths, and the casualties of the fleet and auxiliary armies were quite conspicuous, which made Morgan frown.

[And if I'm not mistaken, my Legion of the Daybreakers will be in the middle of the route, separating the Fourth and First Cavalry Legions: as for your camp and the camp of Kylvaren, they are still under my command.] 】

Ask yourself, if she puts the Lord of Avalon in her current position in Dorne, she doesn't have the confidence to do it better than her brother: Morgan is well aware that his strength lies in the big picture and the big picture, not in this more nuanced operation.

As for the second idea, it was only after Morgan visited the internal competition of the Iron Warriors when he had nothing to do, that it was officially formed: the Spider Queen was sure that her Olympian brother was still more or less unthinkable now, if not, where did he get the confidence to let his Iron Warriors compete with the Imperial Fist?

Morgan nodded.

Really?

In the letter, Dorn cleanly acknowledges his negligence and lack of preparation in this regard, but he remains unwavering in his other views: on the contrary, after a fierce battle with the Heruds and a field trip to the battlefield, Dorn has become more and more determined that the number of casualties caused by Pertulabo is completely unnecessary and wasteful.

Dorne, and Ruth.

If the Iron Warriors had been able to have between one and twenty thousand more troops than they are now, then the performance of Perturabo, who had lost about twenty or thirty thousand men in the previous expedition, could have been decent, but now that he had lost fifty thousand men in the previous battle, then his command would have been catastrophic: Dorn emphasized this sentence in his letter.

After all......

The war blacksmith hesitated for a moment before remembering the obscure word.

【…… Alas......]

"So, can I know who the Imperial Fist is that will work with me?"

And if there is only one left, it is Dorne: the master of the Emperor Fist may not be able to play the highest level of the original body in the field he is best at, but he can definitely maintain the highest lower limit in the original body in the field he is not good at.

The Imperial Fists have shown a dizzying array of offensive and defensive tactics in the offensive and defensive battles around these strongholds, using these controllable battlefields as experimental grounds, and gradually screening out the most cost-effective combat plans in the face of Herud's aliens.

This conclusion made the original body feel proud, but it did not change her appreciation for Dorne at all: after all, of all the brothers that the Lord of Avalon had met so far, if he really had to choose a few partners who could be trusted under any conditions, then Morgan could only give two answers.

On these two points, Dantiok naturally could not empathize with his brothers, his permanent residence on the Far Eastern border was Salamas, the pearl of the Eastern Galaxy, and the chest he used to store the Medal of Honor was almost out of place.

Danteok lowered his voice, vaguely aware of something.

[That's right, Dantiok. 】

When the Spider Empress shifted her gaze to the information of her other brother, she couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, with a hint of joy in her heart: Morgan was glad that Perturabo was now in the field he was good at, and it could even be said that he was best at it.

And when this state lasted for about fifteen days, Olympiaro made a strange move: through Frix, the only one he had summoned into the laboratory, he issued an order to the Iron Warriors, demanding that his sons must immediately select the best warriors in the Legion to compete in the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists after the expedition, which would decide all the arguments between the two Primitives.

This order swept through the entire Fourth Legion like a whirlwind, and while filling the arena, which was usually unpopular, with warriors, it also made Morgan, who heard the news through the channel of Dantiok, fall into deep thought.

On the contrary, the War Blacksmith has always wanted to see the notoriously harsh discipline and variety of offensive methods of the Seventh Legion: although he does not dislike these Dorne heirs, that does not mean that he does not want to outperform them on the battlefield.

Morgan smiled.

[He is an unknown member of the Imperial Fists Legion: his name is Practicus.] 】

(End of chapter)