As the subspace rift at Mandeville Point is torn open, the ships symbolizing the distant star field have finally sailed out of the subspace passage.

Through the lilac subspace curtain, you can clearly see that an indifferent torrent of steel is slowly sailing out, the golden double-headed eagles and skeletons of the empire symbolize their identity and purpose, and there is no doubt that it is an expeditionary fleet in the service of the Great Expedition - and judging by the huge Glory Queen-class battleships led by it, this is even an expeditionary fleet of the Astarte Legion.

In the midst of a vast battlefield that burns across the galaxy, the arrival of an Astarte legion almost means that the field has fallen into some sort of urgent crisis situation, perhaps even to the point where even the Emperor will have to intervene.

And that's pretty much the case.

The massive battleship had already warmed up all of its weapons systems and artillery arrays in less than 10 Terra standard minutes after sailing out of subspace, and their target was undoubtedly the religious world in front of them, known as Colchis, which had been loaded with several tornado torpedoes under the cold orders of the genetic protogen, along with the torpedo bay.

It seemed that destruction was about to happen in an instant.

At this moment, on the bridge of the Glorious Queen-class battleship called the Indomitable Truth, a pair of cold and ferocious eyes were staring at Colchis.

A faint stellar light reflected through the portholes on the heavy dark green armor, the resolute and tough face exuded a lingering invisible majesty, and in the shadows under the hood, a pair of eyes from the beast were hidden.

He is the Lord of the First Legion, the Conqueror of the Caliban, the Head Lion of the Dark Angels, and the most indifferent of the Genotypes, Ryan Al Johnson.

The male lion was thinking and observing his prey.

For this desert world, Ryan seems to be looking for his own motive not to destroy it completely-

Because this is the world under the Empire? No, its existence is too dangerous, it comes from the Iron Man world of dozens of millennia ago - it must be destroyed.

Because this is the outpost of the Great Expedition in the Taiping Star Domain? No, Colches has been deserted for a long time. Its existence does not bring any value to the Empire, and after destroying it, the Empire will not receive much to lose.

Because this is his own brother, the home planet of the genetic proto-Loga? No, there is a possibility of rebellion in Loga's legion, and if necessary, he needs to nip this danger in the cradle.

Very good.

Ryan Elthesson's pupils closed slightly.

The flame of reason beats, flickers, and extinguishes in it, and the vague wildness reflects a great shadow in it, and it is evident that he has tried his best to convince himself.

For a world with signs of iron man activity, for a parent planet of a genetic prototype, this is the lion can make the greatest rational thinking.

Since intercepting the star word from Colchis, the Dark Angel's main fleet has disappeared from the battlefield where they were supposed to go—and Terra seems to have known about it, and the other Astarte legions have been redeployed to the battlefield where the Dark Angel was supposed to go.

The operational power of the First Army is beyond doubt.

So, after just a few subspace voyages to Terrage, they were prepared for the worst-case scenario - the Iron Man would be resurrected in the galaxy, and the First Legion would cost their lives and will to strangle those dangerous flames.

Ryan already thought that Loga was dead.

Based on his experience and secrets, the appearance of the Iron Man is definitely one of the top three crisis situations in the Empire, and he does not believe that the Legion of Whisperers is capable of handling such crises, so he is envisioning the worst-case scenario to better face the next crisis.

Obviously, the surface of the planet Colches has not yet detected large-scale firefights or energy fluctuations in combat, and the Irrelent Truth's birding array has detected a sense of peace.

There's something really wrong.

Ryan knew that some of the Iron Men's malice towards humanity could never be erased, and that beneath these illusions of peace was a dangerous truth that could be even more horrible and bloody.

Perhaps the Iron Man had already broken away from Colchis during this time, or perhaps all organic life in the nearby star field had been completely destroyed, and all that remained was the illusion of some kind of crazy technology-

Of course, if Iron Man has not yet broken away from Colchis, then the Torpedo Tornado is definitely the best solution.

Ryan has never been shy about guessing the potential threat of dangerous creations from the Age of Dark Technology in the most extreme ways, and only because his legion holds a few secrets about the Iron Man that he presupposes the worst of them.

Huge thinking and knowledge began to burst out in the brain of this genetic prototype, and more and more scenes beyond the imagination and cognition of ordinary people, the battlefield, was deduced in the lion's mind, and constructed into tactics that he was extremely familiar with.

Whatever he was going to face next, he was ready.

Until a cold female voice suddenly appeared in Ryan's mind, interrupting his thoughts.

[It seems that I almost became the genetic protogen who was killed by a torpedo thrown by my brother.] 】

Elaine's tone revealed embarrassment, as if she had expected what Ryan had done.

However, Ryan did not react to Elaine's voice in any way, as if her telepathy was completely non-existent.

Or simply think of her voice as some kind of iron man technology.

[Okay... Looks like I'm going to verify my identity. 】

[I didn't expect that long-range communication in the thirtieth millennium would also need a "Turing test."] 】

Elaine's voice revealed a little helplessness, but she had expected this, and there was never the word "amiable" for the adjective of the lion from Caliban.

[Star Code-716]

【Taiping Star Domain-Colchis System-Planet Colchis】

[The semi-permanent large stasis field of the planet has been disarmed, and the time level is -17854, which dates back to the age of dark technology.] 】

[Level α Secrecy Accepted Objects: Holy Terra, 1st, 10th, 12th, 16th Astarte Legion.] 】

[Sender: Twelfth Legion Genogen Angelon-Elaine]

“……？”

He raised his eyebrows slightly as a large amount of information and astral communication telepathically entered Ryan's brain, and the code of information flow that could only be detected by the genetic prototype was continuously spliced into it.

And this encrypted information, Lane's well-developed brain computing power completely decoded it without any effort, and the result was a line from a Gutella play.

To live or to perish? This is a problem. 】

Apparently, this strange protogenetic sister was identifying herself to him in this way.

The lion of Caliban thought for a moment, but this time, his sanity did not convince him.

Two more progenitors.

Another crisis of great enough to threaten the Empire.

But the First Army never flinched.

……

……

Before I knew it, the week was changed for a month... Apologies to everyone! Next month, I will try to recover day more...!

Tomorrow I will continue to be tortured by the boss, and I will sleep!

(End of chapter)