"Tell me, what exactly happened on Sisyphus?"

"...I don't know, but it seems that our genetic father...is a little angry."

"Some? The anger in him can ignite the entire sector! When Lord Luther disobeyed, he had never been so angry."

"That's true...but Ms. Morgan seems to be in a good mood. Do you think it's because our genetic father didn't get vaccinated..."

"Stop! Use your brain, is that possible?"

"I'm sorry I can't think of the second answer. I think the only possibility is that our genetic father is angry because of something about Ms. Morgan. This is the only logical reasoning that can work normally."

"He's angry because of Ms. Morgan?"

"right."

"Then he arranged Ms. Morgan's room next door to his own, one person below, and above ten thousand people?"

"Well……"

"Then should I make him angry too?"

"... If you are older, you can give it a try... I will give you full moral support... and all the funeral expenses."

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The whispers of the Dark Angels echoed in the shadow of the Indomitable Truth. These most proud and powerful warriors were huddled in the corners, because all the corridors and halls were rolling and burning in the Primarch's wrath.

Like a hungry monster, like a furious thunder, when the black hurricane named the Primarch of the First Legion jumped from the landing craft that recovered the extinct machine, and began to rampage, the entire Glory Queen class was silently following him.

Trembling under the majesty.

Zhuang Sen didn't speak or roar. He just widened his eyes and let the green pupils shoot silent arrows, mercilessly piercing every heir in his path, and they disappeared in an instant.

By the Emperor, the Gene Father looks far more terrifying now than when he roared.

Countless soldiers of the First Legion sighed in their hearts. They hid in the shadow of the battleship. It was not until the figure of the Legion Lord flew past like a hurricane that they squeezed out the tiniest voice from their throats to discuss.

But then, they heard another sound, which was the sound of high-heeled riding boots stepping on the ground slowly.

Morgan was following the Lion King, maintaining an extremely strange distance: she seemed to be right behind the furious lion, but also seemed to be thousands of miles away. In the eyes of all the First Legion soldiers, she seemed to

It became a shadow of nothingness, a queen stepping out of an oil painting, a pale spider queen patrolling her territory in the corridors of the Legion.

When they blinked and concentrated their attention, they realized that she was real and had already drifted away.

The silver-haired Spider Queen walked briskly, her figure walking through the lights, as if covered with a cloak of moonlight. She strolled in the silent eyes of countless dark angels, towards those who were the most powerful.

The confused eyes were returned with a cold smile, as if he was not a guest but half the owner of this battleship.

All the Dark Angels who had just escaped from the wrath of the Gene Father looked at this scene suddenly. When they realized this arrogant temperament, they didn't even feel that there was anything wrong until Morgan's figure disappeared around the corner.

At that moment, Zhuang Sen's heirs looked at each other, and they realized how terrible that minute was...

absurd.

But the confusion of the Astartes warriors did not affect the Primarch's decision. Jonson stood in front of his door until the sound of Coswayne's footsteps hurriedly sounded.

The Primarch of the First Legion pointed to the left front of his room door, which was opposite Coswayne's room.

【From now on, she will live here.】

The Lion King's confidant couldn't help but glance at the room that had always been vacant, then turned his head and glanced at Morgan who kept a slight smile before nodding in agreement.

If he remembered correctly, this vacant room used to belong to Mr. Luther...

Before the confusion could circulate in his heart, he heard Zhuang Sen's gnashing of teeth.

The voice was directed at Morgan.

【Please stay in there for me!】

【Remember my words! Don't go anywhere!】

The Primarch of the First Legion straightened his body. He did not turn his head or look away. His face was hidden in the shadows, as if he was deliberately avoiding the mortal behind him.

At that moment, Coswayne discovered that he had this illusion.

Then, he heard Morgan smile.

【Why are you so nervous, Sir Zhuang Sen.】

【When have I ever disobeyed your orders?】

The provocative atmosphere in this answer made Coswayen feel a little suffocated. He began to worry about the wrath of the genetic father and the safety of the silver-haired lady, and then he realized that his worries were completely unnecessary.

His genetic father was obviously still angry, but he just let out a heavy roar, opened the door and walked into his room.

When Coswayan turned his head, he found that Morgan had returned to his original room at the end of the corridor, using his psychic power to pull all his personal belongings and carry out this simple move.

The Lion King's confidants watched this scene quietly, until Morgan closed the door to his new room. Coswayen stood in the corridor where he was the only one, took a deep breath, and then rubbed his face,

The friction and slight pain told him that what just happened was not an illusion.

…

He was a little curious.

What happened to Sisyphus?

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When Ahriman of the Fifteenth Legion visited the Indomitable Truth again, Morgan had been shut up in her new room for more than ten days. She completely obeyed the orders from Jonson, including her daily meals.

They are delivered to the door regularly by servants on the battleship.

The silver-haired lady obviously likes this kind of idle home life. From time to time, the breath of psionic energy will come out of her room, causing the Dark Angel senior executives next door to subconsciously tighten the anti-psionic devices in their hands.

And in those moments when she was not delving into psychic powers, she would focus on her personal hobbies and decorating her temporary little world. When Ahriman finally passed the security checks of the First Legion, she pushed with an irritable heart.

When he opened the door to Morgan's room, a fresh smell that only belonged to the stamens and branches of the flowers made his heart feel comfortable in an instant.

He also smelled another smell, one that he liked and was familiar with.

As the door opened, a simple scenery appeared in front of Ahriman: the color scheme of the room was white, rice dumplings and light gray, and the light blue steel floor was carefully covered by a layer of brown mats.

On top of it are scattered gray and white beds, striped cabinets and spacious wooden desks. A huge dark red bookshelf occupies almost an entire wall. Decorated with a few green plants, there are books on it.

A number of books sufficient to satisfy Ahriman.

On the other side of the room, next to the desk is a light blue-gray fabric sofa. A similarly light-colored lounge chair is randomly placed in front of it, while two orange paintings hang quietly on the wall.

It's sunflowers and oranges.

When Ahriman's eyes moved up and saw the soft light emitted by the square, neither big nor small chandelier, he could no longer be satisfied.

The heir of Magnus stepped on his iron boots uneasily, as if he was afraid of ruining the scenery in front of him, until the owner of the room smiled and extended an invitation.

Morgan is leaning on the sofa, holding a thick volume of books in one hand, and placing her other arm on the wooden desk next to the sofa. She is wearing a cream-white sweater, light blue slender pants, and toes

In the snow-white socks, his legs are crossed, letting a brown slipper rise and fall in mid-air with the rhythm of its owner.

Seeing Ahriman, she laughed, put down the book in her hand, and stood up. Her silver hair was already a little too long, so she simply combed it into a loose side ponytail, hanging all the way to her waist.

Amid the joy and laughter of being reunited after a long separation, Ahriman carefully sat on the sofa. He was extremely glad that he was not wearing armor this time, and that the furniture Morgan selected was strong enough.

Morgan lit a desk lamp, then stretched out his hand to pull up the curtains. A huge floor-to-ceiling window suddenly appeared in front of Ahriman. The faint light in the void spilled into the room, and the stars flickered from time to time.

The breath becomes peaceful.

"I'm here to say goodbye."

After a few words of greeting, Ahriman's voice suddenly became hoarse.

"Now that the war with Randan has eased, Lord Magnus summoned us to return to Prospero. The Thousand Sons Legion is now being reorganized. I need to go back and organize my own society and company."

"Not long ago, the Legion, under the leadership of Lord Magnus, intervened in the war in Leobia and successfully prevented the barbarian slave owners of the 19th Legion from destroying the priceless treasure trove of knowledge above.

Satisfied with the operation, he felt it was time to return the Legion to the Great Crusade."

【you alone?】

"Yes……"

Qianzi's voice was a little gloomy.

"The original team of one hundred soldiers, except you and me, have all been killed..."

"I don't even know how I should explain this matter to my genetic father. Thanks to the Primarch of the First Legion, you can't follow me back to Prospero. The Primarch has already acquiesced. Your position in the First Corps."

He blinked and then looked around.

"But you don't have to worry. If you encounter any trouble in the First Legion, you can inform me. Both I and Lord Magnus regard you as a true member of the Fifteenth Legion. You don't have to worry. Any provocation or threat, Qianzi will be with you."

Morgan smiled, a sincere smile that Ahriman took as a silent thank you.

But then, she asked a question.

【Ran Dan...really retreated? 】

"From the actual situation, this is indeed the case."

[But I remember that the Eleventh Primarch and his legion have not communicated with the Empire for a long time, and even the Dark Angels are discussing this internally. ]

Ahriman laughed.
To be continued...