For a long time, Morgan will be proud of his Legion of Dawnbreakers.

Of course she can be proud, because her legion already has so many characteristics, victories and advantages: and the one that makes the Spider Queen most satisfied is undoubtedly the stable power in psychic energy.

At any time, Morgan can easily throw a thousand Librarians into the battle as a force to subvert the battlefield: she has been proud of this for a long time.

Until she discovered that with a wave of her Ultramar brother's hand, three thousand think tanks belonging to the Ultramarines Legion walked neatly past her in formation.

Full of pits and valleys, boundless...

…

It's really shocking.

Under the cover of those ancient and unwavering blue pupils, there is the genuine emotion and fear of the Lord of the Second Legion: For a moment, even though Guilliman's character has been known and determined, the Spider Queen

Still couldn't help but speculate maliciously.

Are her Ultramar brothers showing off their power to her?

Before this thought could dissipate, Guilliman's voice came slowly.

"This is all your fault, Morgan."

"You are the biggest contributor to all this."

The Archon of Macragge showed his smile, like a sun breaking through the clouds on a hot afternoon, shining with a disgusting blazing light: if paired with the bright cobalt blue of the Lord of the Ultramarines

The armor is exactly the same.

The two Primarchs were standing on a temporary high platform, inspecting the main essence of their respective fleets, as well as the terrifying weapons that could destroy a world.

This was the idea of ​​the Lord of the Ultramarines. As early as when he arrived in this chaotic star field, he invited all the spokespersons deployed by the empire here to use this simple show of force to consolidate their distant loyalty to the empire.

: Whether it's the army on the ground or the battleships blocking the sky above, they are all part of this grand show deployed by the Primarch.

Guilliman is obviously good at this, and judging from the silent and gorgeous figures under the high platform, his casual plan is indeed very effective.

Of course, it is also necessary.

In the words of the Lord of the Thirteenth Legion himself, the last large-scale deployment of troops by the Human Empire to this desolate land in the southern reaches of the Galaxy was more than twenty Terran standard years ago, and that deployment also proved to be

After losing all their money, Terra paid little attention to the southernmost territory of the empire.

The governors and officers who were placed on this land at that time, after such a long period of semi-independence and arbitrary rule, no one could guarantee their loyalty to the empire, but they held the two legions tightly when conducting expeditionary activities.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly necessary for them to once again review the power of the empire and put away those thoughts that are ready to move.

"If this place is within the influence of Five Hundred Worlds, I don't need to go to such great lengths. Pretending here for one day means that the progress of the expedition will be delayed for one day."

Guilliman watched another phalanx pass in front of him, while instinctively calculating the consumption of this military parade, he sighed in a careless tone, not realizing at all that there was anything inappropriate in his words.

.

Morgan glanced at him, but as always did not point it out, and slowly continued what the Lord of Ultramar was saying.

[But as you say, my Guilliman: all this is necessary.]

[This military parade may not be the most efficient choice, but it is definitely the safest choice. As long as any one of the indigenous vassal kings under our feet gives up the folly brewing in his heart because of the force in front of him, then we will

All the delay here is absolutely worth it.]

"indeed so."

The Lord of the Ultramarines laughed. He looked at his blood relative with admiration, his face full of cordial kindness.

Guilliman appreciates his blood relatives: at first, this may just be because of Morgan's admirable resemblance to the young Lady Jotun, but now, this appreciation has been based on the two Primarchs.

The three views are extremely consistent, and they mutually agree with each other silently.

There is no doubt that the Lord of Avalon can listen to and understand Guilliman's words. She can easily follow the latter's thinking and realize his extremely profound and shining thoughts after countless seemingly political moves.

Care and kindness, and express the recognition, understanding and support from a blood relative.

Guilliman needed this very much: more than he thought, and although he could get the same ardor from Lady Joden, his heirs, and even his mortal friends, they were always a little less.

After all, he is not a blood relative of the Primarch, and cannot provide the same recognition and support, nor can he give the Primarch the [brotherly love] he needs.

This was enough to make the Lord of Ultramar grieve and fall into periods of lack of confidence and overthinking: until Morgan arrived to solve all this.

Morgan understood him.

Guilliman was so convinced that he could see no false respect on Morgan's face. He had rarely seen such pure kindness on the faces of other brothers before.

They always... didn't like him very much.

Just like now, if there are other Primarchs present, then the Lord of Macragge is very likely to receive an explicit or implicit question: Why waste time on this kind of deterrence? Shouldn't it?

Are you going to join the expedition as quickly as possible?

As for the rebellion in the hearts of these governors? That is just another simple counter-rebellion. The arrogance and blood of a mere world are really insignificant in the Great Crusade. All the ulterior motives in this wilderness are no match for anything.

A heavily armed company.

It is true that such bloody thoughts are indeed popular among most legions and even the imperial army, but the Lord of Ultramar cannot agree with it at all. He would rather use this kind of intimidation to cut off the rebellion in the shadows and use absolute power to eliminate them.

Avoid tragedies as much as possible.

If the only purpose of the sword is to drink blood, then how can the war really stop?

Guilliman believed in this idea, but he could not get the same recognition from most of his brothers: maybe Dorn, Vulkan and Sanguinius would agree with him, but unfortunately they were not very close to him.

Maybe it's because of the distance between them, or maybe it's because of some differences in their personalities.

But Morgan was different. She was by the side of the Lord of the Ultramarines at this time, and she could express so clearly and unmistakably that she understood Guilliman's thoughts, had the same desire, and was willing to take action with him.

This simple recognition alone is enough to make Guilliman feel sincerely happy now: he has almost never received such pure kindness, understanding and help from other brothers.

He is not alone. Among his blood brothers, he is not an outlier. He can find understanding and support, friendship and affection.

that's enough.

When he looked at Morgan again, Guilliman even remembered Ms. Euton's instructions before leaving: The Lord of Ultramar at that time was still confused as to why his adoptive mother would seriously propose to let him

He truly valued his friendship with the Lord of the Second Legion.

Now it seems that Ms. Youdun is indeed Ms. Youdun. She must have confirmed a lot of things during the several rounds of correspondence with Queen Avalon.

Thinking of this, a few sincere smiles appeared on Guilliman's originally solemn face, but when he realized that what he was walking past now was the 22nd Chapter, composed of Terran veterans from the legion.

At that moment, he quickly regained his dignity and saluted like a truly powerful king.

Morgan's laughter came to my ears.

【You seem to care about this unique unit, my brother.】

"Yes, they are all warriors who have fought all the way from Terra. They have long been infiltrated by the former Legion of the Sons of War, and have already identified with that barbaric ideology and culture."

(Children of War: The nickname of the Thirteenth Legion before Guilliman returned. Compared with the later Ultramarines, its fighting style was more brutal, bloody and violent)

Guilliman sighed softly.

"In fact, I have never been sure how to get along with them. They are like Macragge's country within a country, maintaining a stubborn persistence and secludedness, and rarely asking for anything from me: except for this

Once, they insisted that all members devote themselves to the battle to exterminate the psychic species of Osiris, and wash away the failure and shame with their own hands."

[Father and Son with Distance: It sounds like a very classic theme. My brothers, fathers and sons are always a little indifferent, and their interactions will be mixed with instinctive struggles. Maybe all this will be reflected in your descendants.

It looks particularly dazzling, my brother.】

"Yes, in their eyes, I took away everything that the Thirteenth Legion once had: whether it was their proud barbarism or the unruly culture gained in the bloody battle."

"But to be honest, Morgan, if I were to do it again, I would still have to transform my legion exactly the same, because the bloody style of the past is indeed not worth promoting. I must destroy the pride in their eyes and give them as much as possible.

compensate."

[For example, let them take charge of the most powerful extermination weapons?]

The Spider Queen's gaze slowly swept over the heroes in the 22nd Chapter's array, and she couldn't help but marvel at their large number and rich variety.

"I don't like them, but I can't deny their necessity."

Guilliman smiled, his smile tinged with a hint of bitterness that was suppressed by determination.

"Even during the process of recovering the Five Hundred Worlds, I issued extermination orders thirty-eight times against those stubborn people, but now that I think about it, less than half of them can be avoided through other methods.

.”

"I'm still too impatient."

[Maybe you’re just not insidious enough?]

"?"

"How to say?"

[Guilliman, my brother, do you know how many times I have ordered the use of extermination orders in all military operations against the Far Eastern Frontier?]

"I remember that according to your report, you have recovered large areas of land in seven sectors?"

[Yes, according to your standard of five hundred worlds, I can actually be considered the master of one hundred worlds now. 】

"Um...how many times have you used it?"
To be continued...