Nukeria.

After obtaining Elaine's 'location information', Karn immediately gathered all the surviving Primordial Guards.

Under the astonished gaze of these elite warriors who were only in the single digits, Karn shared the memories of that 'dream' with them through a psychic network.

[That is undoubtedly the figure of the mother.] 】

[Indeed...]

[Even if this is an illusory dream, I want to find my mother's traces. 】

【… Me too. 】

The usually reticent Astartes exchanged opinions with each other, and while they were still a little wary of such a strange source of information, the longing for the Mother of Genes was enough for them to ignore all the dangers that might lie within.

Especially after the terrible battle, the vast majority of Astartes of the Twelfth Legion clearly recognized what terrible things existed in the subspace.

[This is an opportunity not to be missed... I will help you in any way. 】

Greer said.

During the time when the Children of the Mountains were recuperating, the Legion Commander made no small contribution to the revival of the Legion.

But even so, in the face of the possibility of retrieving Elaine, he did not care about whether the rash departure would have any impact on the current legion that was scarce in resources and manpower.

[Thank you.] 】

[I will find my mother and bring her back intact.] 】

"I swear by the glory of my bloody fingers. 】

Karn nodded to Greer and led the Protobody Guards aboard the battle barge.

The trust that these two legion pillars placed in each other goes without saying.

As the leader of the Proto-Guardians, Karn is in charge of all of the current Twelfth Legion's expeditions - whether it is Salem in the Maelstrom or the security of the surrounding Nukeria, this Blood Finger is in control.

However, there are only a few dozen people under his command.

In Elaine's absence from the Legion, the brave hundred-year-old veteran spent most of his time fighting with his will to clear out any danger that might exist.

Using a squad as an organization to suppress the security of the stellar system is undoubtedly a fantasy if it is replaced by other races.

However, for these Astartes, who had won a crushing victory in the bloody battle of the Blood God, even the most tragic battle was not as good as the war they had experienced.

【… I will wait for your good news. 】

Looking at the determination in Karn's eyes, Greer knew he didn't need to say more.

He also wanted to be part of the search for his mother, but his duties as Legion Commander meant he had to deal with Nukeria's almost endless internal affairs.

In the Legion, Greer is in charge of all the Sons of the Mountain's diplomacy and internal affairs as the leader of Karn's counterpart, communicating with the Empire, communicating with the Iron Warriors who assist them in defending the Maelstrom region, forging various deals with the mechanical pagans of Salem, and carefully handling everything that happens on Elaine's home planet.

Greer had to do no less than Karn, or even more than Karn.

Unlike the Ultramarines who are good at internal affairs, the Children of the Mountains are not very efficient at handling busy government affairs, and their only advantage is that they rely on telepathy for instant communication, but they do not have the powerful computing power of the Iron Warriors' trident, so that even if the speed of information transmission is convenient enough, they have to be endlessly busy due to all kinds of red tape.

Even the time that Greer now meets these Primordial Guards is a moment squeezed out of the busy schedule.

And because Nukeria is in the realm of the Extreme Star Field, and within the [Five Hundred Worlds] under Killiman's command, the actual diplomatic activities are much more than those of the other legions' home planets.

Not to mention the various scholars who have come from Terra.

Although the sons of the mountains who had lived through that terrible battle had turned their noses up at the truth of the Empire, Greer knew very well why the Emperor wanted to promote his mother as the guiding light of the truth of the Empire, because his mother's actions to lead them against the fate of the blood god were in line with the Emperor's starting point for preaching the truth of the Empire.

Although the truth of the Empire is already a ridiculous lie in their eyes, if this lie can be effective in the confrontation with subspace, then Greer will not mind covering it up for the Emperor.

In the eyes of the people of the Empire, the Twelfth Legion was the benchmark for fighting natural disasters with reason.

In the eyes of the children of the mountains, they are just trying to break free from the shackles of fate.

In the final analysis, the glory that the Twelfth Legion has now achieved has long been soaked in blood.

……

……

As the battle barge of the Children of the Mountains sailed into Mandeville Point, the lilac subspace rift seemed to be quietly getting deeper and deeper.

It seemed to symbolize that their trip was about to usher in a crisis, or just a lazy and ambiguous respite for the Dark Lady.

No one knows what's going to happen next, and it's like a blind box with candy in front of it.

It's like...

She is the same as He favors...

As delicate as a pastry, as sweet as orange sand, peeling off the tough icing called [Strong]... It contains a soft and clear plump fruit, like a crystal clear cool spring in the desert, and it only takes a little sip to arouse endless cravings for its rich sweetness.

No, such a superficial tasting is not enough, and the moist coolness that stains the skin may induce more hysteria, a violence that wants to defile the clear water with its own color.

And how could his dry, hot lips refuse such temptation.

Let Him think about it. In the entire galaxy, there may only be twenty-one fruits as precious as hers—

However, if you want to carefully pick them one by one... It's a little too troublesome, and it's too unamorous.

He didn't have the energy to set up such interlocking tricks as the man who weaves the web of intrigue, nor did he have the courage to hunt down his target to the ends of the earth like the one who is full of violence and fighting.

Only her is enough, and only her is enough.

The lazy Dark Lady never went out of her way to snatch what she wanted.

Only the heavy fruit nearly crushed the branch called Reason, and when it was about to fall into the dark and soft mire, He would come forward to pluck it.

Because if there is no dirt and filth from falling into the mire step by step, then this plump and clear ripe fruit will lack a unique erosion.

It's just perfect, it's not enough.

And the Dark Lady had dyed her own color while she was still a baby, waiting for her to grow into a perfect enough honey fruit.

The soft and beautiful lips poured out their erosive gasps.

It was as if I had already tasted the sweet juice.

……

……

Sister S on the hour!

Sister S: Ms. Elaine, you don't want your child to get lost in subspace, do you?

By the way, push this month's + hammer of the same person.,I feel the ecstasy of the double kitchen.

(End of chapter)