[After all, my brother Perturabo is a lost Greek. 】

[He has a Greek name, Greek connotations, a Greek past, Greek family, and ......]

[Greek emotional pursuit. 】

The Lord of Avalon smiled, spitting out playful words.

"What are you alluding to, Mother?"

[No, that's all there is to it, I'm serious, Aniah.] 】

Morgan sighed.

Although Dorn and Perturabo are far from each other in their respective landing locations, it is not known whether it is their own ability or the blood in the dark, these two primordials seem to be able to vaguely sense each other's position and speculate on the progress of the other's advancement, which makes their war race anxious and fierce, full of transcendence and counter-transcendence.

【Tsk......】

In addition, Morgan had to maintain constant communication with her two blood relatives at the same time, accurately direct the fleet salvo in orbit, and think about and answer every question sent back by the senior commanders on the front line: only when these conditions were met could she find time to browse and record the thousands of battle reports, summaries, requests for help, and data updates that flowed out on the three secondary displays.

But it wasn't this that really made Morgan curious, but the yellow icon that was speeding forward on the map of war, which symbolized the team led by Dorne himself: what the Lord of Avalon did not expect was that Dorne, who had always been calm and serious in her impression, would really acquiesce to Peturabo's invitation to engage in such a war race with him, which was contrary to the principles of the Invites?

He really cares about the outcome with Perturabo?

The thought was ridiculous to Morgan, but it was true, and her Inwitt blood relatives had been provoked by the words of the Iron Lord: it seemed that Dorne's previous words were not self-effaced, and that he could not restrain his inner impulses, and not just verbal impulses.

Other than that......

"What's wrong? Mother? ”

Morgan blinked, her pupils swept thoughtfully across the map, absentmindedly processing the data stream, and as her gaze swept over the Alien Corps in front of Dorne and the Alien Court in front of Perturabo, Queen Avalon seemed to have figured something out and began to mumble to herself, counting and calculating the forces of her two brothers and the battlefield they were facing, deducing the possible outcome over and over again.

This scene made Morgan frown, and she instinctively clicked on the communication channel, ignoring the untold losses on other fronts, and wanted to inform the two blood relatives to retreat: but in the next second, in the puzzled brow of the Virgo beside her, the original body seemed to think of something, and slowly withdrew the hand stretched out for the communication channel.

Morgan blinked, and in the next instant she had processed one hundred and thirty-four pieces of information about the war, without delaying her to put a new tag on her blood relatives in her brain.

A Killiman at War.

In this way, six hours had passed since the war against Herudru, and since Dorne and Perturabo landed in succession in the second hour of the war, Morgan's every five minutes had been spent in this way: but unlike what she had imagined, the Spider Empress was not only not half tired, but rather a little radiant.

The rustling quill, which was enough to give the wolf herder god Horus a headache, was now held tightly in the palm of Morgan's hand, and he was wantonly composing the music of the legion: every three minutes, the Lord of Avalon would re-sift the entire battlefield, and the supply ships that jumped from the trenches and bunkers on the ground to the edge of the galaxy could not escape Morgan's double net of logic and subspace.

[My brother Perturabo is a piece of steel with flames, and his inner is far hotter than his outward, and he unleashes amazing emotions all the time, but most of the time these emotions are consumed by him in the most brutal way: he has been consuming his emotions, just as I am consuming his soldiers at this moment. 】

But it wouldn't be right to say that it wasn't related, after all, they were talking about other genetic protogens, but one was far away in Maculag, and the other two were still on the planet beneath their feet, leading their own elite forces to compete with each other: the entire battlefield had been caught up in the whirlpool of competition between the two emperors' heirs.

Legions, machinery, buildings, and logistics, endless numbers, disorganized reports, and rapidly changing military information all became slow and simple in front of the Spider Queen's blue-blue pupils, more straightforward than a seven-year-old child's composition: and on the ground, involving a chaotic web of hundreds of thousands of Astarte warriors and millions of mortal auxiliaries, Morgan saw them as just scattered pawns of war at her fingertips.

Between the two legions, only the few thousand Daybreakers brought by Morgan and the auxiliary forces of Avalon formed a thin dividing line, a silver-white line that clearly delineated the battle situation, the distribution of troops, and the number of casualties between the two legions.

The number of Herud is more than imagined, the terrain of the planet is more complex than imagined, and the power of the original body is more important than imagined: under the combined influence of these three factors, although the large forces of the Iron Warriors and the Fist of the Empire are all fighting to the death, they still gradually distance themselves from the troops led by the original body himself, and what is even more terrible is that in this distance, there are still the army of the Heruds.

The Spider Empress pondered for a moment, then connected the potential crisis on the battlefield with another concern in her mind, and finally came up with a better solution: Morgan was even confident that he could solve several stubborn problems in one fell swoop, if done correctly.

After a further comparison, Morgan found something interesting: when Perturabo was so committed to competing with his Inwitt brothers for the speed of victory that he no longer focused on his nitpicking, and ceded most of the legional command to Fricks: the Fourth Legion's casualty figures were more beautiful than those commanded by the Iron Lord himself.

With no support staff around her, no calculators around her, and after the other two progenitors landed on the surface, even the Imperial Fist and Iron Warrior's requests to sit on the sidelines were dismissively ignored by Morgan, because she just wanted a quiet place to work: with enough room to think and her daughter, the Lord of Avalon could perfectly manage everything in her sight.

From Morgan's point of view, the Iron Lord and the Emperor's Fist Lord's personal guards were like two daggers that pierced into the filthy flesh of the Heruds, occasionally opening up a small gap, but the lagging side quickly sensed their disadvantage and caught up as fast as they could.

And for now, that's it.

[Aniah.] 】

Innate talent, multi-threaded thinking, the magnificence of single-handedly running the 300 worlds of Avalon, and the richest cross-legion command experience in the original body: all of these factors have been mixed, mixed and welded together over the past few decades, resulting in the current Spider Queen, a monster built of logic and experience.

She broke every second into four, two for the Daybreaker, and the rest for the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists, and in less than five minutes, she would make a micro-adjustment of the entire Second Legion's front from start to finish, pulling back the lone ones. Anchor each all-important objective and figure out which Warzone's Company of Dawnbreakers will have the heaviest tasks for the next hour? And how should the tactical supplies they need most be arranged? Everything is categorized and eventually disappears into the chant of the track's master data stream.

She guessed, perhaps even Dorne himself didn't realize that he wasn't as breezy and cold as he seemed, but that he cared about his brother's friendship, and more prominently, the innate desire to outdo his brother: just as Perturabo always wanted to win over Dorn.

And it was this competitive spirit that was gradually pushing the two primordials into danger: standing above the firmament, the Lord of Avalon saw every detail of the war clearly, and she noticed that both Dorne and Perturabo's team were gradually disconnecting from the large army behind them, and although this situation was inconspicuous, Morgan was clearly more aware of the subtle rift than her two brothers in the game.

"What chance?"

But the queen of Avalon is able to show better qualities than her blood relatives in other areas, such as control, detail, subspace, and such unexpected situations: when a bad situation arises, Killiman's plans are often disrupted or even restarted, but Morgan can always have a flash of inspiration to bypass this black swan event, or even go further, and turn it into a future that is beneficial to him.

[This is an opportunity, Aniah. 】

While Morgan is well aware that even though she and Killeman are both quill-wielders, they are not the same type: Killeman prefers absolute computing power, unrivaled multi-threaded running ability, and he is several times more talented in this area than Morgan.

She is the greatest man of war: only Gilliman can match her.

The long and sincere conclusion was accompanied by the last sentence, which turned into an extremely bitter sarcasm behind it, and this kind of utterance, full of Avalonian despicability, of course, can only flow into the ears of Virgo: the Spider Queen locked her and her eldest daughter in the cold command room, avoiding anyone's interference, and commanded the behemoth army from the three genetic prototypes in front of holographic projection equipment and electronic screens that spanned more than ten meters.

At this moment, she could even understand her brother far away in Macurag, and she could understand why Killiman was always obsessed with all kinds of data and file manipulation, as if he really could have fun with it: the moment when the fate of millions of people could be reversed at the touch of a finger, and even permanently changed the fate of other genetic protogens that they were brothers, was like an addiction.

Morgan has maintained this amount of calculation for nearly half a century, and she has become the second character in the original body to pick up the [quill], although she still has to burn part of her soul reserves for heat support, but the current Lord of Avalon can easily take time out to chat with her daughter about completely unrelated things in addition to commanding a galaxy-level war.

Their bodies are guided by her, and their souls are contained by her.

[No, nothing.] 】

Virgo was clearly unaware of what her mother was referring to, but it didn't matter: when Morgan raised the corners of his lips and tilted more supplies and support fire towards the line where Perturabo was, a certain euphoria suddenly felt in the heart of the Lord of Avalon.

In fact, if you compare them side-by-side, the casualty rate of the Fourth Legion in this expedition in the past three hours has even reached a record low: the most obvious manifestation is that the fourteenth battalion of Dantioc is actually not the one with the lowest number of casualties.

"I'm here, Mother."

While doing all this, Morgan wiped his hands, turned his head, and asked her eldest daughter a strange question, the voice echoing slowly through the room.

In stark contrast, without Dorne's command, perhaps in order to catch up with the footsteps of his own genetic father, the casualty rate of the Imperial Fist has increased a lot: although the [casualty peak] of the Seventh Legion is still a huge order of magnitude worse than the [casualty trough] of the Fourth Legion.

The original body smiled, she remembered that when she had watched the dispute between Dorne and Perturabo, she had indeed noticed some strange behavior of the Invites, and Dorn seemed to be in the habit of arguing with Perturabo on every trivial issue, even if the argument was completely inconclusive: as if he cared not about the outcome of the argument, but with the process of arguing with Perturabo.

This confidence reached its peak when she saw Perturabo successfully lead his troops, escort that vital instrument, and take an unshakable and crucial step towards the alien royal court under the cover of the firepower she had deployed from the past.

After all, time is passing, everyone is also improving, and the current Lord of Avalon is no longer the [novice] who needs to burn precious soul reserves during the Randan War to command and dispatch galactic-level wars, she has created and ruled the entire Far Eastern Frontier for nearly half a century: a huge country spanning dozens of star regions, three hundred core worlds, and thousands of satellite planets, the amount of computation to maintain its daily operation and steady expansion alone is far greater than any interstellar war.

Dorn's front was fine, he always kept an eye on his legions, but Perturabo did have a long way to go, but considering that Dorn was facing a heavy group of Heruds, the situation of the Lord of the Imperial Fist was a little more dangerous: he would be in a difficult situation if he was not careful.

For now, it's hard to say which side will win: Perturabo seems to be closer to the core stronghold of the Heruds, but in front of Dorne's army is the largest number of alien troops, and the various companies and battalions behind them are all engaged in a long battle of flesh and blood.

Then, the Lord of Avalon activated her plan, and thousands of them were immediately abandoned, and the next moment an equal number of alternatives were taken over, and the entire battlefield was led in the other direction by Morgan before anyone noticed.

[What do you say......]

[Peturabo, do you care if Rogdorn lives or dies? 】

(There are fewer updates in the past two days, because I always seem to have white spots in my eyes when I code words, so I can't see clearly, and I'm going to take a look tomorrow: I'm sorry for the number of words updated in the past two days.) ）

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