Emperor's Bane

Chapter 196 The Lord of Dark Angels and Her Champion Swordsman
Morgan discovered an interesting thing.

For now, compared to the [Polaris], which she is not very familiar with and has no idea of ​​changing its name, the flagship of the First Legion is more familiar to her, and she even feels a certain kind of inexplicable peace of mind. .

After all, she spent more than ten years on this always cold warship, and most of the time was spent as the second person on this battleship, the de facto legion chief.

Moreover, since a certain period of time in the Randan War, the King of Knights of Caliban has increasingly concentrated his energy on the field of pure military command, and those things that are secondary priorities in his eyes are naturally handed over to Coswayne and Morgan.

Over time, under the influence of the far-from-equal abilities and energies of the Astartes and the Primarch, Morgan became the dominant player in this duo, the de facto manager of the daily affairs of the First Legion, countless high-ranking The knights and captains of the fleet are also becoming more and more familiar with the silver hair resting on the throne of the Primarch. They are used to reporting to her information that does not involve secret matters, and regard her comments and requests as original physical discourse.

As for Cowes, he was indeed an excellent assistant, a reliable talent, and a symbolic overseer.

Cooperating with Coswayne, in many cases, is even more comfortable than cooperating with Jonson. This confidant of the Lion King does have a broad mind and reliable reason. Vulnerabilities, and formed a sort of friendship with the Primarch temporarily lodged in the First Legion.

Morgan would also call him [Akau], which even made Jonson somewhat dissatisfied.

Thinking of this, the kind of pleasant evil happiness flashed in Morgan's heart. She opened her eyes and found that the "Indomitable Truth" was close at hand.

Since this was not an official visit, Morgan didn't bother to go through the motions on the huge tarmac of the Queen of Glory. After she notified through a private message with Johnson, she ordered the Stormbird to turn and flew towards the [Unyielding Truth] No.] An inconspicuous shadow on the flank, it is a secret entrance that only a few people in the First Legion know.

As soon as he approached, a voice without sadness or joy replaced the public communication channel, asking for the pass code, and Morgan gave the correct answer without the slightest hesitation: After all, the pass codes for most of the secret locations on this battleship are The password has been set and changed by herself in the recent period.

However, this does not include the real secrets: Jonson never entrusted Morgan with the real details of the First Legion, and Morgan never cared about or asked about these things:

She has never seen the nightmare things used by the Dark Angels in the war against Randan, which are enough to make the gods cry, and she has no impression of the venomous metal rampant on the battlefield. When she saw, When those weird battleships that can survive the most terrifying artillery fire without any injuries are docked beside the [Indomitable Truth], she will take them for granted as the most ordinary destroyers.

It is in this seemingly ignorant tacit understanding that the fetters of the two Primarchs can continue stably and thrive without knowing it. A towering giant tree that provokes and shakes.

Thinking of this, the Lord of the Second Legion blinked her eyes. The huge figure of [Indomitable Truth] made the Stormbird look like a fragile finch in the shadows, but it also made Morgan feel a kind of sincere familiarity and adaptation.

Yes, adapt.

She knows that she is adapting.

Although she has never lived in any deep forest for a long time, the First Legion and her blood relative Johnson, unconsciously getting along, engraved the depth and verdancy of Caliban in a corner of her heart, just like It was as if she silently integrated the existence named Morgan into the seemingly flawless steel armor of the Dark Angel.

Influence and change have always been a two-way thing.

As the Spider Queen adapted the ruthless Menela lion to herself, she silently adapted to the lion, to his savagery and silence, to the violent rage beneath his icy exterior.

She is well aware of this.

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She has always known, and has always been cautious about it:
Jonson is a beast, a beast that has not been domesticated by the stars and civilization at all.

He will only use the simple thinking of a beast to think about the most profound problems, he will only use the brutal attitude of a beast to deal with those predicaments that can torment a wise man, he will only use the brutality of a beast to torture the hatred of him, and he will only Spread the love in your heart with the silence of a beast.

If he has.

Watching the Stormbird fall steadily, landing on the logo of the sword and wings, Morgan only felt a kind of humor that would always make her laugh.

In Morgan's eyes, there is nothing more interesting than this: Dark Angel, the lord of a group of great knights and beast hunters, is a beast through and through, and many times, he doesn't even bother to pretend it.

However, it is precisely because of Jonson's laziness that Morgan finally finds a way to get along with him, and Morgan finally knows his kindness and friendship.

Letting Morgan change him.

And was changed by him.

Morgan and Johnson.

They are like two equally deadly beasts, entrenched in their respective territories. Although they know each other, they will not give in or be generous to issues related to their hunting grounds.

But occasionally, but when they are satisfied, they will carefully come to the area where the two territories intersect, to those clearings in the forest that do not belong to either side. A mind filled with vigilance.

They will meet each other, roar, and will be separated by a suitable distance that is neither far nor dangerous, squatting on the ground, put away those threatening tricks, and just quietly enjoy the afternoon sunlight penetrating through the fine canopy , to warm their icy fangs and hearts, like putting a warm blanket over their bodies.

In this unrecognized place, at this unrecognized moment, the two beasts are the most docile beings. They maintain the most extreme distance from danger and safety that their hearts can bear, in a kind of half-sleep In a half-awake state, quietly looking at the familiar kind opposite, looking at its every move subconsciously, looking at the newly added scars and marks on its body, those scratched fangs and claws: that's it, It was quiet.

That low breath, that retracted fangs and sharp claws, that suppressed heart of a beast that yearns to kill and defend its territory, that approach and silence under acquiescence, the recognition and friendship in that silence.

This is Jonson's kindness.

This is the only and all that Jonson can give Morgan.

That's it.

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The Stormbird landed on this secret helipad without any hindrance. After seeing the familiar silver hair, the dark angels guarding here saluted Morgan. Waves to confirm the identity of this distinguished guest.

The Lord of the Second Legion nodded to the familiar dark angel, and then slowly walked into the opened passage, and behind her, the Stormbird carried the Dawnbreakers who didn't know too much , Returning to the real battleship landing pad, their task is to transport away the personal belongings of the mother of genes on this battleship.

Morgan walked into that passage, and with the departure of the storm bird, whether it was the opened passage, the apron, or the dark angels guarding here, they all disappeared with the slowly closing metal door. In the sight of the ignorant, it once again became the most insignificant one among the countless secrets of the First Legion.

As Morgan was walking, she breathed the air in the passageway like a melting glacier, and only felt a long-lost freshness.

In the secret passage, the dim light brushed gently over the body of the Lord of the Second Legion from time to time. Although there is no difference between light and darkness for the Primarch, this dim environment still makes Morgan feel A certain degree of comfort.

She is enjoying the moment.

After all, before this, the genetic mother of the Second Legion had met with her various high-ranking officers for about three Terra standard hours, which even made Morgan feel a little bored.

It is indeed a very interesting pleasure to watch her children burn their minds for her every frown and smile, but this kind of happiness cannot last long: just like eating a kind of delicious food in a row will make the mouth bitter, she Although the sons and daughters have their own characteristics, their obedience and awe are similar, and there are no more surprises that make Morgan's eyes shine.

Resistance and disobedience are impossible things. The Primarch itself is the most domineering mortal king. Every Astartes warrior will involuntarily submit to the father who gave them strength, not to mention, for the Dawnbreaker For us, Morgan himself was not an unacceptable ruler.

Her requests are formal and reasonable, her attitude is tolerant and gentle, she brings new hope to the Legion, and she is willing to hold it high and carry it on her shoulders: think of those who are struggling with their genetic father Reunited Legion, what else can they complain about?
Therefore, Morgan's takeover of the Dawnbreaker Legion was smooth enough to bore her heart that takes evil as fun. She did not encounter any real challenges, and all the pauses were due to technical problems. The high-ranking officers of the various fleets couldn't wait to salute her, pleading for her orders and requirements: Then, any words that poured out of her mouth were naturally resolved most quickly.

When Morgan temporarily left her legion, in the hall where she summoned her sons, the high-ranking officers who reunited after a long absence had already started their first meeting in an inexplicable embarrassment: The thought of these once-disputed cubs, who had been ordered to sit together in harmony at her command, made Morgan's mind flash with vicious pleasure.

And amidst this happiness, Zhuang Sen's command room was already close at hand.

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Morgan pushed the door open, and the guards on both sides looked at the too-familiar Primarch, and after a moment of silence, chose to ignore it.

Compared with before, the lion's den of Caliban has not changed much. In this empty and somewhat scary command room, only the various flags symbolizing the legion and honor behind Jonson are decorated in different colors.

The Lion King sat on his throne, his brow furrowed slightly, not because of Morgan's arrival, but because of another person in the room: Kos was standing at the Primarch's desk, reporting what.

Apparently, the debriefing didn't go well.

Because just as Morgan walked into the room and quickly closed the door, her ears caught Coswayne's stuck report and Jonson's dissatisfaction from the back of his throat.

Through the senses and thinking of the Primarch, which is comparable to any high-tech instrument, Morgan recovered everything before her arrival in less than an instant, and recalled and guessed what Coswayne was reporting.

Then, she smiled.

[Forgive Akao, Zhuang Sen. 】

The Spider Queen suppressed the anger in the lion's chest with a soft word. She paced leisurely and slowly arrived at the desk of the Primarch of the First Legion. Stepping aside, he watched the silver-haired visitor with his genetic father.

The psychic energy danced at Morgan's fingertips, conjuring a chair, allowing the Lord of the Second Legion to cross his legs and settle in the opposite of Jonson. Morgan put his arm on the chair and turned his wrist , palms up, silently asked Coswayne for the electronic board filled with thousands of things about the First Legion.

The Lion King's confidant almost subconsciously wanted to hand it over to her, but realized the situation belatedly, but after getting a look from Jonson, the electronic board still came into Morgan's hands.

The Spider Queen put the electronic board on her raised knee, pulled out a pen from the table, looked at it at a glance, and kept writing and drawing. The two top leaders of the First Legion just watched silently. A Primarch of the Second Legion was writing casually, but their faces had a look that should be taken for granted.

After a while, the electronic board that had been modified by most of it came to Jonson's hands, and Morgan's words came along with it.

[The items that I grouped in the first half are what you should ask Coswayne to report to. As for the tasks and things in the second half, he cannot know: because you handed over these things one after another. Give it to me. 】

[However, I have marked the corresponding archive room at the back, you can ask Coswayne or anyone to check it. 】

[Every time I sort out these documents, I will sort them out and put them together to ensure that any successor can understand them most easily. 】

Morgan's assurance was accompanied by a smile on her face, leaving Jonson speechless. The Primarch of the First Legion just kept a cold face, handed the electronic board to Coswayne, and the latter ordered Nodding, turned and left, almost in the next second, there was the sound of the door being opened and then quickly closed.

Thus, in the huge room, there were only two Primarchs left.

At this time, even a table full of documents could not take away Jonson's attention. The Caliban stared at his blood relatives silently, but his gaze did not get even the slightest feedback: Morgan had already returned from the Lion King. Another electronic board was pulled out from the desktop, and he quickly wrote and drew on it.

A moment later, just when Jonson's patience was about to be shattered, an electronic board filled with various words and symbols was stuffed into his hand. Before the Caliban could react, Morgan Then he picked up a new blank and continued writing.

The Lion King blinked, and he looked at the electronic board in his palm blankly. Through the code words and symbols on it, he successfully identified the numbers of the files and archive rooms, which are necessary to maintain the daily operation of the Dark Angels Legion. Prudence and thoroughness: just one of the most common electronic boards has been crowded by hundreds of events and projects.

And such a full record, Morgan is still producing rapidly: one piece, one piece, another piece...

It wasn't until some time later, when the electronic boards filled with information and words were piled up in front of the Calibans, that Morgan gently put down the last one, sighing.

[This is where the files of all the projects I have hosted for you over the years are located. I remember their codes very clearly. Each electronic board contains exactly one thousand items. I have already processed them for you 85% of them, and the remaining ones still need to continue to be supervised. 】

Zhuang Sen glanced at the vast ocean in front of him, and slightly estimated the number: Immediately afterwards, very rarely, a trace of sadness flashed in the Primarch's heart.

He hesitated, hesitated, and opened his mouth, but his voice was a little fragile.

"Really...there are so many?"

[It's only five digits, it's a trivial matter. 】

His blood relative showed a bright smile, and his heart was already filled with a sense of vengeance.

[You know, my dearest brother Johnson. 】

[Do you know the tasks and projects you have given me over the years? 】

[Five digits?Just the tip of the iceberg. 】

[My dear Zhuang Sen, what a great and dedicated commander you are, when you are fully focused on the war with Ran Dan, except for the frontline battles and the things that the emperor personally entrusted to you, you There is only one attitude for everything else. 】

[Throw it to me. 】

[Oh, there are some logical problems with this sentence, you will still throw it to Coswayne, or throw it to Arachos, but since their brains as Astartes are limited after all, and you will not give They don't take any vacation, so when they fall...]

[This is still my job. 】

[I don't even know when you developed a habit: Do you know the scene where I see things that are not within the scope of my mission and are sent to me by your innocent-looking sons one by one? 】

[When exactly, faced with all the documents you need to review, you started to reply in a unified way: go to Morgan? 】

……

yes……

When will it come.

Jonson blinked his eyes, he felt some resentment in Morgan's tone, but when his eyes swept over the electronic board in front of him: the brain of the Primarch clearly told him that the sum of these things and items in front of him was called : Legion.

This is the whole matter of a Legion. Except for those front-line battles and the secrets handed down by the Emperor himself, everything about the Dark Angels is written on these electronic boards.

He gave them all to... Morgan.

……

When did this start?

Zhuang Sen wanted to ask questions, but facing the aggressive words of his blood relatives, he could only choose to remain silent for a while.

His heart wanted to refute.

But his mouth doesn't seem to light up the corresponding skill points.

[No plan, no rest, no consideration of the terrible pressure that stacking and multi-threading will bring, the only thing you know to do is when you need a file for one of the projects, knock on my door and ask Where did I put it. 】

[It's really strange, isn't it? 】

[When I first met you, you were obviously a hardworking lion. 】

Jonson coughed lightly. He wanted to say something, but when he was thinking about words, Morgan's voice easily interrupted him.

[Don't think about it, don't expect to spit out any rebuttals, every word you can say with depth and literary background in the last ten Terra standard years, whether in communication or in In disputes, there is only one production channel. 】

【that's me. 】

Johnson was silent.

Johnson thought for a moment.

Jonson discovered: She was right.

Under the unusually rare, somewhat dodgy gaze of the Caliban, Morgan changed her sitting position. She lay across the chair, resting her waist on the handle while crossing her legs on the other. One handle.

Jonson's command room made her relax even more than her own ship, her own room.

For the past ten years, here she has wrestled with countless files, waking up at night.

【Do you know, Johnson? 】

[During the years when the Randan War was at its most intense stage, during those years when you basically didn’t return to your office, ignored any daily affairs and diplomatic documents, I basically never left your office. 】

[Every day, when I open my eyes, if there are five-digit pending documents in front of me, then I will feel like a lucky one, because most of the time, it is a five-digit bottom line, There are also some little surprises you gave me. 】

[It's fun to use up three Titan legions at once, isn't it? 】

[It's really fun. 】

[Just let me be inundated with a roomful of accountability letters from the Forge World, the Knight World, and the War Council of Terra. 】

[And before I wrote my last reply, you used up three more. 】

【Oh, there is another thing. 】

[A thing that I will almost never forget: I will never forget the expression of Akao, with an expression of karoshi, handing me the latest round of material transfer documents, galaxy-level material deployment and transportation , mixed with the different answers and contingencies of hundreds of fleets and thousands of worlds. 】

【You gave me that task. 】

[Then, 15 minutes later, you rushed into the office and dragged me to the battlefield with Ran Dan: You should remember that I did not miss any of the wars you commanded. 】

[The war lasted for three months. It was three months without sleep. To be precise, it was only you and me for three months without sleep. The soldiers twisted into twists, demolished countless battleships and forts, and saved four nearly collapsed religious orders. 】

[After three months, I returned to my office and started to deal with the somewhat outdated document: During the three months I was away, others only gave me the most sloppy plan, and One hundred thousand feedback letters. 】

[Then, specifically, if I remember correctly, two or ten minutes later, you kicked open the door of my room again and asked me why I haven't processed the materials? 】

【Um?Do you have any impression? 】

Morgan's voice was raised, and only a low cough answered her.

With his eyes lowered, Jonson kept scanning back and forth on the electronic board that occupied his desk. He looked at the documents that had been processed and those that had not been processed, and thought about the corresponding workload.

A sense of crisis even more terrifying than Ran Dan's war came to his heart.

He moved his throat and let out the deepest voice, interrupting the unfinished narration of his blood relatives. The Caliban's big hands covered these electronic boards, piled them hastily into a tall tower, and put them aside.

"OK OK……"

"Let's talk about..."

【Not yet. 】

This time, what greeted him was Morgan's sigh.

[It was just some complaints just now, but now, this is what I want to tell you. 】

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【Before the Battle of the Turks, I have tried my best to process these documents, and there are not many things left. If you pay attention to Coswayne's ability and attitude, it can be resolved. 】

"I see."

[However, don’t use Akao and the others to their death. Take proper rest, you know, for Astartes, reviewing massive documents is no easier than war. You need to give them an appropriate working rhythm, don’t be tense too tight. 】

"I know."

[There are also foreign exchanges, don't always use the so-called majesty, when necessary, you can compromise, don't be too deliberate, consider the other party's thoughts and demands, and just propose a step between each other, you should be very Good at this. 】

"I……"

[Those veterans of Terra, they are indeed strong and reliable, but don’t always throw them into the most dangerous battlefield, whether it is Terra or Caliban, they will feel dissatisfied in the long run, you can’t expect a Cosway En can fuse them, after all, you are the Primarch of the First Order. 】

"..."

[Speaking of Caliban, when you lead the army back to Caliban to rest this time, take a closer look at it. Luthor has mentioned it many times in his letter to me. The Caliban people don’t seem to be satisfied with Even if you don't want to cater to the changes brought about by the empire, you should listen to the complaints and prepare early. 】

"……I……"

【and also……】

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Morgan's voice was very soft and faint, like the most fragile wind in the valley.

But in this room, but in Jonson's ears, it was so loud, so impressive.

He listened to Morgan's words: some of them were remembered, some were not. After all, Jonson didn't care about some advice from his blood relatives.

But even so, he listened carefully to every word Morgan said, and the last sound when the soft syllables fell to the ground.

It wasn't until the Spider Queen touched her throat and stopped that Caliban moved her body a little bit unsatisfied.

He thought about it, and seemed about to say something: but as usual, Jonson didn't say anything.

In the end, he still adopted the way he was best at expressing: the Primarch of the First Legion opened a side drawer and took out an electronic board that had been written a long time ago, and what was written on it was his gift to Morgan .

That is a general scope, and specific matters need to be followed up by Coswayne and even Luthor.

But that didn't hurt: when Morgan took over the electronic board, he just glanced at it casually and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Although as the de facto steward of the First Legion in these years, as a kind of joking real master of the First Legion, Morgan is well aware of the powerful background of the Dark Angels, and also knows that Jonson seems to have a completely private top casting The world, and the scientific research and production system completely different from the Mechanicus: Although she knew that her blood relatives were so rich, when she actually saw the [gift] of Johnson, she was surprised as a bystander .

She has never been to the casting world of the Dark Angel: Gramaye, but she can roughly guess the production capacity of that world, and based on the content on the electronic board in front of her...

Zhuang Sen gave her the production capacity of that foundry world for several years?
The understated materials and equipment on this electronic board are enough to arm three Dawnbreaker legions at the same time.

【Hmm...let me ask first, Johnson. 】

[These... I don't need to pay them back, do I? 】

This time.

It was Jonson's turn to smile.

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The gift of supplies and equipment was just a small episode, but it was enough to give Morgan a new understanding of his brother's wealth.

Enough for her to fully arm a few hundred Terminator or something...

Especially when he thought that because of the completely different equipment of the First Legion and the Mechanicus, these gifts would basically be consumables for one-time use and scrapping, Morgan actually felt that his blood relatives were quite handsome.

She smiled, and countless thoughts were running in her chest, urging her to raise a question to her blood relatives in a half-joking way.

[Aren't you going to send some corresponding supervisors? 】

Johnson was silent for a moment.

"supervisor?"

[It can also be understood as an envoy, or something else. 】

[You know, Zhuang Sen, this is a business, you need to send someone to supervise the use and destruction of these weapons, this kind of business will only increase the friendship between us, and ensure that it will not be called a personal relationship Corrupted by covert and dark thoughts. 】

The Lion King thought about it.

He felt that was the right thing to do.

[In short, I really like to have some dark angels going south with me, a few hundred people are enough, and the black armor will give me a familiar and comfortable feeling. 】

Looking at Morgan's smile, Jonson thought for a while before deciphering the riddle-like request of his blood relative.

"Who do you want?"

[Luther. 】

Morgan didn't hesitate a bit.

Johnson frowned.

"why?"

Morgan rubbed his chin, thought for a while, and then said his answer.

【how to say……】

[I need a think tank who is stable and alert enough to give me some advice and experience when I build my legion base. His brain is more important than his sword. 】

"...The real reason?"

【If I take your Coswayne away, how are you going to face this? 】

Jonson glanced at the electronic boards Morgan was pointing at, and fell silent.

"You plan to make him your brains?"

[Depending on the situation, maybe he will be allowed to lead an army alone and do some work to conquer the world. I think he might enjoy this very much. 】

The Lion King laughed.

"Wrong, Morgan."

"If Luthor really desires these so-called honors, it's impossible for him not to tell me. However, the fact is that he has no complaints about his current position as chief logistics officer."

【…】

【Maybe. 】

[However, I can still borrow your Luther, right?After all, apart from him and Coswayne...]

【Do you have any other envoys? 】

"..."

"..."

"He is a bit old, remember not to let him get too close to the front line."

Although it was a little strange why Morgan asked for some soldiers, Jonson didn't think much about it. He regarded it as a friendship and interaction between certain legions: the First Legion rarely carried out these activities, but if As long as it's Morgan and her legion, it's no big deal.

Luther is indeed suitable as an excellent envoy, and there is nothing wrong with letting him relive the feeling of war, but in his reserved heart, Jonson still warned himself cautiously: no matter Luther is on an envoy, What did he do during the Second Legion? When he returned to the First Legion, he should immediately send him back to Caliban.

He was too old to fight in the storms of the Great Crusade.

besides……

Luther is indeed very reliable.

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It took almost a moment to discuss official matters: after all, the two Primarchs already knew each other and the First Legion in general, and they would not raise any embarrassing things or questions for each other. It was not so much a discussion. Rather, it was a handover full of tacit understanding.

And it wasn't until Morgan stuffed the heavy electronic board into her clothes that she showed a playful smile of gratitude to her blood relatives.

[When I go back, I will leave a few barrels of wine in my room as a thank you to you, Johnson. 】

[Don't worry, they are normal. 】

"……normal?"

【Ah, I have many ways and means to make wine. It depends on my mood at the time and who I give it to. For you...】

[Of course it is the most stable. 】

The Lion King snorted softly. This gift full of personal feelings also made the Primarch of the First Legion think of it for a moment.

Yes, this is a farewell.

Soon, he will be separated from his blood relatives: separated for many years, separated from each other by those beautiful but cold stars, in a different world, experienced blood and wind and frost.

This is not a deployment, nor is it a short mission, this is, separation.

From then on, reunion is a rare indirect situation, and separation will become a long time between him and Morgan after this seemingly inconspicuous chat and joke.

A feeling that has never been seen before, but is so weak and clear at this time, takes root in the lion's supposedly cold heart.

Jonson was silent for a moment. He always seemed to like silence in front of Morgan.

He thought for a while, then got up and walked to the other side of the room, rummaging through the weapon racks full of sharp swords. After a while, he took a sharp sword full of Caliban breath and put it on Morgan in front of.

"Gift."

He paused.

"private."

【...a sword?】

"It has always been placed in the castle of the Caliban Knights, in the deepest basement. It is said that it is related to a legend in Caliban: but now, it is just a gift, a A gift of ancient power."

[It is very powerful? 】

Morgan sat upright, gently looking at the sword in his hand.

"Yes, it has some power, but this power only exists in legends, but I personally suggest that you put it in the safest place you can imagine."

[... the safest place? 】

"Yes."

"..."

"...?"

The Lion blinked, watching as Morgan pushed the sword back into his hand, and a smiling face followed.

[The safest place. 】

Seeing the sword held in the thick hands of the Lion King, Morgan showed an innocent and relaxed smile on his face.

[You are. 】

【At this moment, you are the safest place I can think of right away. 】

"..."

Zhuang Sen's face was a little distorted, his expression seemed to be smiling, and he seemed to be sighing helplessly. He was silent, holding the sword tightly in silence, and then stuffed it back into Morgan's chest. hand.

"It's not a joke."

[I'm not joking. 】

Morgan's face became serious, which left Jonson speechless, and he could only lean back on his seat so that Morgan's sword could not reach him.

Thousands of thoughts burst out along with this small push, and countless memories and thoughts rampaged in his mind, making the lion's clear mind fall into such chaos for the first time.

separate...

It was as if the words appeared in Jonson's mind for the first time, and he felt an unstoppable irritability. Only Morgan put the sword away, which slightly relieved the irritability.

They are going to separate.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Sen quietly looked at his blood relatives.

...blood relatives...

They were blood relatives to each other long ago: in Sisyphus, in Moloch and Duran, in Turks...

A series of fragments of places and times danced in his mind, making Jonson's brows furrowed more and more.

Blood relatives...

They are blood relatives, comrades-in-arms, and partners who share weal and woe...

and then?
then what?
A chaotic community?A messy mix of multiple relationships?
In the future, when each other is the master of the legion, how should he address her, is it just her name?
Like him and Luther?
……

Luther, Morgan.

In his heart, these two words now have almost the same status.

Luther is his hand, but also his father, brother, and heir...

He didn't even know how to address Luther, and how to face him. This problem was exactly the same as that of Morgan in front of him.

He couldn't think of the answer, and he couldn't think of anyone who could answer the question.

Except for the person in front of me...

Should he ask?

Asking such a... personal, weak subject?

……

……

……Maybe……

Maybe just this once?
……

"Morgan."

He opened his mouth.

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"What do you think is the relationship between you and me?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhuang Sen completely regretted it.

Especially when he saw the genuine surprise on Morgan's face.

The Spider Queen froze in astonishment, then sat down slowly, trying to keep her face calm.

She thought about it, and quickly understood what Zhuang Sen meant: Thanks for getting along for more than ten years, she is too good at this.

【You want to ask, what am I yours? 】

"……Yes."

Morgan laughed.

She blinked her eyes, almost without any hesitation or thinking, a kind of almost instinctive emotion and sigh came out of her mouth, which made people believe it.

【Blood relatives...comrades...partners...】

[It does make people feel confused, my Zhuang Sen, it's not your fault. 】

She smiled, and her smile made Zhuang Sen subconsciously feel that her answer must be a very sincere promise.

[However, Johnson. 】

[From the bottom of my heart. 】

[I don't want to be your blood relative. 】

[Your comrade. 】

[Your partner. 】

[Or any existence with decorations and indicators. 】

[In a sense, I am a very greedy person. 】

【how to say……】

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【I don't want to be anyone, the shadow of any word in your mind. 】

[I want to be your Morgan. 】

[The unique Morgan. 】

[I want to be: the one without any similarities and modifiers, the one without any comparisons and classifications, the one and only, Morgan. 】

【I want to use the name Morgan to engrave an imprint in your heart, such a deep imprint that people will never forget. 】

【Like...】

【You did that to me. 】

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【...It's too much, isn't it? 】

【but. 】

[I am such a selfish woman, Zhuang Sen. 】

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"..."

【…】

"..."

【…】

At that moment, the entire room was extremely quiet, and the two Primarchs looked at each other like this, like two beasts who knew each other, telling thousands of words with their pupils.

I don't know how long it took.

A crisp sound broke the deathly silence.

It was a laugh.

I don't know whether it was Morgan's or Jonson's, whether it was intentional or unintentional, but it was a mocking or a sad laugh.

That was the purest kind of laughter.

Morgan laughed.

Johnson smiled.

The two Primarchs laughed like this, for their own ideas and thinking, for their own stupidity and innocence.

They laughed.

That's it, no words.

(End of this chapter)