Rogge Dorn led all the troops under his command that could be immediately engaged in a mobile battle, and arrived in the Voslin system four months after receiving the emperor's order.

This was not an easy journey. The main fleet of the Seventh Legion set sail from their home star Invite in the Storm Star Territory, spanning a small half of the galaxy including the Maelstrom. During this period, the [Eternal Expedition] passed by

It has destroyed countless chaotic galaxies that have not yet been recovered by the empire, and the scars from hundreds of encounters and chases have left brand-new marks on its golden bridge class.

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists restrained his desire to annihilate all enemies and potential enemies in his sight, faithfully and accurately recording their areas of activity, and upon fulfilling the Emperor's personal orders, he would lead a group of

Build a larger fleet to face these responsibilities that should be shouldered by him.

But now, everything takes the order of the Lord of Mankind as the highest priority.

With this common sense in mind, the Imperial Fist fleet arrived in the Voslin system before the stipulated time, and through the Mandeville Point here, they will jump directly to the star sector where Nostramo is located, and wait there.

With the personal arrival of the Lord of Mankind.

But just when Dorn's vanguard fleet sailed into the Voslin system with its dim stars, the auspicious omen, detection eye and imaging unit on the ship simultaneously sent feedback to the Primarch: they were not the first

A human empire fleet arrived here, and another visitor of similar size seemed to have been parked in the star orbit of the system for some time.

"It's the Second Legion, sir."

"It's the Legion of the Dawnbreakers."

The commander of the Haskar Guard, Guidores, walked to his original body and reported to him the results of the work of the signal masters. The answer did not surprise the genetic original body: Compared with Invite, Voslin and

The Far Eastern Frontier can be said to be close at hand, and his blood relative whom he has never met is half of the lords here and one of the five Primarchs who will rush to Nostramo with the Emperor.

"The Primarch of the Dawnbreaker wishes to meet with you and have a conversation, either through holographic projection or by having her come to the Eternal Crusade in person. She declares that she will hand over the power of choice to you."

The Attaché of the Primarch read out the second half of the message in an orderly manner. He emphasized the word "talk" slightly because the same was true for the message itself. Guidores did not want to disturb him with any details.

The judgment result of the father of genes.

And the Primarch's answer was quicker and more straightforward than he imagined.

"It's not really a choice, Guidores, because there's no real difference between the two options. My blood relatives are just sending me a notification, a notification that they want to establish a communication channel with me, and

I will respond to this notice in the best possible way."

"Invite her to the Eternal Crusade, Guidores. It will take a few Terra Standard Hours for my fleet to reach the orbit of the star from Mandeville Point, which is enough for us to make the necessary preparations. Prioritize the deck of the parking airport.

Clear it out as a welcome venue.”

The original body's order was accurate and swift, just like any of his past instructions. However, as Dorn's most trusted leader of the Haskar Guard, Guidores had the obligation to hold the message filled with messages at this moment.

The electronic board lets his thoughts run one more round.

"Lord Dorne."

Guidores said quietly.

"Maybe we shouldn't make a decision so quickly. We don't have any more information about the Lord of the Second Legion, but all the intelligence can confirm that she is a relatively rational one among the Primarchs, and she has

With her unusually meticulous thoughts and personality, perhaps her messages contain some hidden meanings."

"I know, Guidores, but that's not what we need to think about right now."

The primarch's stern face did not change at all. He walked towards the wall of glory on one side of the room and began to select everything he needed to parade with his blood relatives.

"Rational people will only clearly record important things in external messages, so we only need to consider the message: if there are really other things that are hidden and not stated clearly in the message, it can only mean that

They are not important and we do not need to waste more time because of them.”

"Yes, sir."

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In the next few Terran Standard Time, everything developed more smoothly than Guidoreth imagined. The Dawnbreaker fleet quietly waited for its friendly forces, and their genetic primal was counted.

Protected by heavily armed Stormbirds, he personally arrived at the temporary flagship of the Imperial Fists.

The brief greetings between the Primarchs and the subsequent review of the Seventh Legion's welcoming queue lasted for about fifteen minutes. The Lord of the Second Legion showed obvious concern for the Seventh Legion. She inquired about people such as Sigis.

The location of a well-known figure like Mond, and after learning that the other party was leading an army to carry out a mission alone at the moment, he showed a bit of regret.

Other than that, everything went very smoothly until the two Primarchs finally arrived at the assembly hall of the Eternal Crusade. Only the two Legion Masters and their attendant military attachés remained in this room, while many people stood there.

Guidores, who was behind En, recognized the soldier behind Morgan at a glance. He knew that it was Rana, the famous Phoenix in the Second Legion.

Although the Chief Old Guard does not seem to be a big figure among the Dawnbreakers in the past few decades of the Great Crusade, this does not prevent many soldiers from other legions from hearing his name: this is also a strange thing about the Second Legion.

Jing, among the Sons of Morgan, many less high-level warriors will also be quite famous, because they are often hundreds of years old veterans of Terra and have already become legends.

Of course, the price of such legendary deeds is that the entire Second Legion has not seen more new stars for a long time. From beginning to end, it is all familiar old faces, which have been sung from the Terra Unification War to the present.

Similar emotions flashed through Guidores' mind, and were thrown out of his thoughts without hesitation. The leader of the Haskar Guard ordered himself to concentrate. He must always pay attention to the two primarchs.

conversation.

The conversation did not start immediately. The Primarch of the Imperial Fist maintained his usual low tone, waiting for his blood relatives to speak. Under the gaze of three pairs of pupils, Morgan first looked around the inside of the assembly hall with interest.

The simple but impeccable decoration, and then he withdrew his gaze and focused on Donne's angular face.

Because the Lord of Witte acquiesced to this, he was waiting for his blood relatives, waiting for her observations to bring real words of reason, but he did not wait for long, Morgan's first formal words came within a few minutes.

coming.

[I have heard your name long ago, Dorn, my blood relative. I have heard of you as a Primarch long before I knew I was one.]

"I returned to the Empire in the thirty-seventh year after the start of the Great Crusade, and began to lead the Imperial Fists to join the battle in the same year. Your earliest record in the imperial records was at the dawn of the sixty-second year after the start of the Great Crusade.

During the Star Rescue Operation, it is normal for you to know my name in advance. Morgan, if you have not done this, you should strengthen your sensitivity and collection ability of the information around you. For people like us,

For military commanders, this is crucial."

【……】

All the words brewing in Morgan's mind were knocked back at this moment.

The Lord of Avalon blinked, and she accepted her blood relative's answer to this simple greeting with an unspeakable astonishment. The long speech from Invite seemed to carry a cold wind-like swiftness, which made Morgan's height

Concentration felt momentarily confusing.

After a moment, like a child who was still a little confused, the Spider Queen nodded with dull eyebrows. As a simple reply to the words of her blood relatives, she pretended to adjust her posture on the seat, very slowly, in order to delay the next step.

much time.

And in the few seconds that were deliberately delayed, the leader of the second legion took another look at his brother: simple and neat short platinum hair, pure golden armor, and a stern face that seemed to be carved by the ice of the ground.

It has a kind of awe-inspiring indifference and stability.

It was accurate to the information she had collected, with no deviation at all.

Morgan nodded secretly.

As a Primarch who was accustomed to putting reason first, after witnessing how rich biological diversity her blood brothers were, the female tyrant of Avalon quietly developed the habit of collecting food.

She has the habit of collecting information about various Primarchs, and in the more than two months since Yemenga's farce ended, she has been collecting information about several Primarchs.

Although they are all familiar things, they are enough for Morgan to plan countermeasures for various situations: he realized in hindsight how aggressive his performance in the Yemenga Monolith was.

Finally, the Spider Queen now regards absolute caution and advance preparation as the only truth.

It is not difficult to search for information about the Lord of the Seventh Legion, but it is also difficult to find any crucial intelligence. Morgan can only figure out Dorne's inner and outer nature from the several decisive victories recorded in the Great Expedition.

Thoughts.

But now it seems that the Lord of Invite is a bit more exaggerated than she thought.

Then, Morgan laughed and put her hands on the desk again, showing her interest in continuing the conversation.

[Perfect advice, my dear blood relative, I rarely hear such a valuable summary in such a short conversation, maybe this is our power as Primarchs.]

"This is far from a summary. It is just a simple and obvious fact. Whether it is discovering it, pointing it out or acknowledging it, it is the most basic thing."

【Your words are a little more serious than I thought.】

"Does that make you resist hearing it?"

[No, I just feel very simply that even if we meet for the first time, there is no need to continue our talks in such a serious atmosphere: we are blood relatives, brothers with the same father, right? 】

"From a biological perspective, I agree that this statement is correct."

【?】

【Does having blood relatives bother you?】

"No, because I know that my personal thoughts cannot reverse the facts that have emerged. No matter what my personal understanding of the concept of blood relatives is, it cannot reverse the reality that I will have a group of blood brothers, their existence and behavior

No bigger changes will happen because of my will."

"And what I have to do is accept this calmly."

Morgan crossed her fingers and covered her lips. Her hair fell down, covering up the flash of light in her pupils.

Although he had a general estimate of the character of the original Imperial Fist before taking action, at this moment, there was still a genuine question passing through the mind of the leader of the Second Legion.

Rogge Dorn, this guy.

Wasn't he really taking the opportunity to ridicule her?

Blood brothers who have to be recognized in reality? What is he alluding to?

Morgan did not have more time to expand on this topic, and she did not immediately conclude that Dorn had malicious intentions: after experiencing the surprise brought by the Lord of Ultramar, the Spider Queen was able to accept a reality.
To be continued...