Chapter 537 Morgan's Class Is Open

[Conrad? Conrad! ]

"Hmm... Hmm! What's wrong?"

[What are you laughing at: I've been laughing like a fool since a while ago. ]

Ah, nothing: I just thought of something happy. "

[... Really? ]

Morgan narrowed her eyes. She didn't ask any more questions, but her cold face and cold mouth had exposed the original body's thoughts. When her eyes fell on the narrow face of the Midnight Ghost, even Conrad could only shrink back and suppress the rolling throat as calmly as possible.

Then Morgan laughed.

[Then you also listened to what I just said, right? ]

"Of course."

[Then let's summarize it: 20 words should be enough. ]

"! "

Conrad was stunned for a moment, and his originally smiling face froze. Some ups and downs of memories began to surge out of his mind: The Lord of the Eighth Legion belatedly remembered that what his sister hated more than truanting in her class was that after truanting, she had to lie and refuse to admit it.

This is a very ironic reality. The Lord of Avalon, who is best at playing lies, hates lies the most: Conrad still remembers the scene when he tried to deceive his blood relatives with those clumsy lies last time

Well, what was the result...

Midnight Ghost tried hard to recall, but the noisy sound in his ears always affected him, The Primarch followed the voice and found that it was his niece Virgo, whom he had not seen for a long time. He saw that Morgan's eldest daughter was arranging things on the dining table that would be used later, but she was arranging a strange-looking combination.

First, there was a sun-shaped lantern, emitting a dazzling light, and underneath, there was an exquisite lounge chair. Virgo also took out a few green leaves and put them in her hands. With just a little kneading, she made a few lifelike coconut trees. Putting them together, it was a good place for sunbathing on the beach.

However, it was a little too small, and it was definitely not enough to place Conrad, but if it was used to place some of his body parts...

The Primarch turned back and met Morgan's gaze. The Lord of Avalon's smiling face had already explained why Virgo had such a sudden whim.

[Go ahead, Conrad. ]

[I'm waiting. ]

"Hmm..."

Midnight Ghost blinked. He didn't want to give any of his body parts a summer vacation for the time being, even if it was a vacation. In Morgan's smile, the Primarch was quick-witted and dragged his tone, but he took the time to glance in the opposite direction: There were more than one student of the Midnight Lord present now.

Corax, right beside him.

In fact, the three descendants of the Emperor were sharing a round There were two tables, but Morgan occupied one alone, while Conrad and Corax sat almost side by side: they looked like two students receiving private tutoring, and now Midnight Haunter also winked at his deskmate like a student.

Corax didn't look at him, but Conrad could feel the soft black hair slightly moving, and then the data tablet filled with writing in the Raven King's arms tilted slightly in Conrad's direction: enough for the Primarch to see clearly.

So, Midnight Haunter's voice immediately became full of confidence.

"You explained to us the two previous meetings with the various Forge Worlds. "

【Correct answer.】

Morgan smiled, but just as Conrad was also smiling, a psychic chalk head hit his forehead with a crisp sound: The Spider Queen glanced at her two brothers, her pupils full of coldness.

【But the number of words exceeded the limit.】

"Hmm..."

＃Unclear Nostramo muttering＃

【And you, Corax.】

The Lord of Avalon turned his head, and the already guilty Raven King immediately straightened his back, put the data board full of memories on the table, and sat on it with both hands, just like a model student.

But facing this blood relative, Morgan's patience was obviously more sufficient, and even his smile seemed more sincere.

【Is there anything you don't understand: about our current topic?】

"There are two. "

Under Conrad's resentful gaze, the Crow King coughed and then raised two fingers: The Lord of the Redemption Star quickly entered the learning state and placed the data board with special records of questions in front of Morgan.

"First: This punishment operation against the triple world was clearly planned by you, and the various troops involved in the operation were either your subordinates or your allies: According to common sense, as the planner and commander-in-chief of the entire operation, shouldn't you be at the front line in person? Why are you staying in the rear? "

"If it's for explanation, can't you explain it after the action? "

【Corax...】

When Morgan turned her head, her face would be colored by the red light on the divination instrument. The star map covering the entire Triple Galaxy had already been engulfed by the bloody area symbolizing war and massacre, but the light of the [Aurora] stayed on the clean side.

【We are now in the Triple Galaxy. Although we are not in the low-Earth orbit of Triple Far, we are only half a galaxy away from the core of the battlefield. Standing by my porthole, you can even see the beacon fires burning on Triple Far and Triple Galadia: Do you think this is also the rear of the battlefield?】

"In my opinion, yes."

The Raven King nodded.

"On Redemption, I will personally take the lead in every important action, or order the large force to launch a feint attack, and then I will lead a small team to conduct a decapitation operation: I personally believe that the commander must be at the forefront of the war in order to always grasp the direction of the war."

As a commander, not only does he not lead the large force, but he also lets the large force conduct a feint attack under the leadership of others, and then the commander himself leads the small team to conduct a decapitation operation?

Corax's war philosophy made Morgan frown in her heart, but on the surface, she still listened to every word calmly, then nodded, and analyzed the problem to her blood brother bit by bit.

[First of all, Corax, I will not comment on the war concept you developed on Redemption for the time being. After all, the liberation of Redemption has shown that there are merits in your concept: but similarly, for my war concept that has also achieved many military victories, I think you don't need to doubt it from the bottom of your heart, brother. ]

[The conditions are different. 】

【A battlefield based on the galaxy dimension is different from a battlefield based on the world dimension. Although I am still half a galaxy away from the real front line, as long as I want, I can let my consciousness affect the most important things on the battlefield at any time: even faster than the speed at which you issue orders on the Redemption Star. 】

"I believe you can do it."

Corax nodded.

"Conrad has told me many times."

【Is that so...】

The Spider Queen glanced at Conrad. The Midnight Ghost was now shrinking his neck and trying to downplay his presence, but his hands were still hanging dishonestly under the table, asking for bread from Virgo next to him.

"But I still have doubts, Morgan."

Corax's confusion has not diminished.

"According to your explanation, the Triple World is a forging giant whose power is second only to Mars or Riza. Even if you have gathered expeditionary forces from several forging worlds, just for the huge value of the Triple World itself, you should be more cautious in this war, right?"

【How cautious do you think I should be? 】

"If you ask me..."

The Raven King hesitated and looked around at his two blood relatives.

"There are three Primarchs here: enough to make any battle a foregone conclusion."

[But it was already a foregone conclusion. 】

The smile and confidence of the Lord of Avalon made Corax a little disliked.

"That is a forge world, Morgan. I have fought against a weakened version of the forge world on my home planet. I know the power that these guys can exert when they are at the end of their rope: for you, it is so unworthy of seriousness?"

[I am already very serious. 】

Morgan smiled.

[I even came to this triple star system in person. For me, for the triple world, this is the most serious attitude I can put on: do you think it is impossible for me to sit on the fortress of Avalon and remotely command the entire Far East Frontier to launch a siege against the triple star system? 】

[I don't even need to send my own legion: there are many people willing to be the king's vanguard. 】

“…”

【Also, Corax, I hope you remember one thing, remember what I told you a long time ago, even Konrad and Perturabo have emphasized it to you many times, but you never remembered it, or you are unwilling to admit it. 】

Morgan tapped the table with his fingertips.

【We are the Primarchs. 】

【Whether it is the Forge World or any kingdom confined to the galaxy, for existences like us...】

——————

“They are not worth mentioning.”

Prince Crow spat on the bumpy surface, leaving only a wisp of rising white cloud. His eyes, more ruthless than steel, ignored the noise and the flying artillery fire beside his ears, and focused on finding the next suitable tactical target.

For himself, for the legion entrusted to him by his gene father.

“And for this group of pathetic bastards.”

Sevatar licked his teeth excitedly.

Although on the surface, he still maintained his usual cynicism, but in his heart, the Prince of Crows was more excited than anyone else: after all, this was the first time that the primarch of the Eighth Legion entrusted such a large-scale army to one of his descendants, and Sevatar was the one chosen by Conrad.

Although he had never known which advantage his gene father had chosen in him, just as he did not know why his battle brothers had no objection to this appointment, but since he had taken over this responsibility, he had to do his best.

He also had the confidence to do his best.

With the chainsaw halberd in his hand that had been modified by Morgan himself and had cut off at least two hundred [heads] in the past hour, and the black armored guards behind him, who had followed him through half of the battlefield but still had no casualties.

When Prince Crow's eyes swept over those dark blue Iron Cavalry Terminators, his pupils burned with the vast majority of brotherhood in his soul. Sevatar's attention focused on the key parts reinforced with adamantium, which was an extra step for every set of combat armor of the Eighth Legion: he did not see any signs of wear and tear, which was the best compliment to Nostramo's manufacturing.

"They are indeed not worth mentioning."

Among the silent guards, some pulled the tip of the knife out of the fallen mechanical priest, wiped the blood on it, and responded to their superiors with nods or low words, while more people were curious about another question.

"Where are we going next?"

"Wait for the others first."

Prince Crow waved his hand. He was nominally the commander-in-chief of the four companies sent by Conrad. Although these companies were still fighting separately under the command of their respective superiors, he still had to fulfill his duties.

"This operation is not our home ground. The core areas are under the charge of the Dawnbreakers and their mortal armies, followed by the Mechanicus. We only need to take charge of the outermost areas. If we want to move inward, it is not impossible, but we must gather our troops first. After all, the Titan Legion is in the graveyard ahead."

Sevatar smiled cruelly, and his subordinates accepted the order silently. No one would raise any objections: Although the establishment of the Black Armor Guard and Sevatar's airborne post were almost simultaneous, that is to say, the Prince of Crows was not the senior of any warrior in this team. He was even just a brat in the eyes of those Terrans, but this did not prevent him from rising like a meteor.

Although Conrad had left Prince Crows at the Far Eastern Frontier, beside Morgan, to learn how to rule the world, while the main force of the Eighth Legion had been on expeditions among the Ghoul Stars, the Midnight Haunter would obviously not neglect his most beloved offspring: Conrad had deliberately transferred Sevatar back to his fleet during the most difficult expeditions, so that Prince Crows would not miss the most important part of the memories of the Midnight Lords Legion so far.

It was during these intermittent [business trips] that Sevatar quickly established his absolute authority in the Black Armor Guard and even the entire Eighth Legion. No one knew how he did it, and the Midnight Lords never mentioned these things, and Sevatar would only stroke the scar on his face, slowly shake his head at the questioner, and smile.

But it is undeniable that when the young man from Nostramo gave the order in his hoarse voice, no one objected. The Black Armored Guards waited in silence, and the four companies fighting separately gathered around the Prince of Crows at the fastest speed.

The first to arrive were old acquaintances: Barbatos and Zarost.

"This battle went much more smoothly than I thought."

Barbatos wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, wiped the strange gun snatched from the mechanical priest in his hand, put it on his waist, then raised his head and couldn't help sighing to the Prince of Crows.

"I originally thought that this would be another Ulan Huda."

"They are obviously not qualified."

Sevita chuckled.

"That's right."

The Terra veteran nodded, and then looked at the Prince of Crows with some strangeness.

"But you, Sevata, you only led a small group of Black Guards, and chose the most difficult attack route, but you were still at least half an hour faster than us: how did you do it?"

"Just luck."

Prince Crows pouted at the artillery fire not far away.

"I met an army from Triple Thule halfway. You know, it is the only one of the three Forge Worlds that defected to Mr. Morgan. They obviously know the world under our feet, and took me and the Black Guards to take a shortcut."

"Fuck, you are lucky."

Barbatos shook his head and stood beside Sevata. Their respective teams formed two distinct groups behind them: the Black Guards were silent and cold, like a large piece of solidified steel, but in Barbatos's company, there were constant whispers.

"What are you going to do next?"

Barbatos took a deep breath.

"After all, the current situation doesn't look like something we can intervene in."

"Look at those places, Sevata."

Barbatos pointed forward.

In the direction he pointed, a short but fierce conflict has gradually spread to the entire Triple System, turning the pride of the once indestructible Forge World into a burning wasteland. Broken warship wreckage, out-of-control automatic soldiers and fallen Titan corpses can be seen everywhere on this sulfur-smelling plain, and next to the captured fortresses, Morgan's Eternal Moon Flag is flying.

Long before Avalon's vanguard fleet entered the Triple System, civil war had already broken out among the three Forge Worlds: Thule, the youngest but most stubborn of the three brothers, who had always secretly surrendered to the Emperor and Morgan, took advantage of his two brothers' inattention and made a desperate move, smashing all his forces, including the Titan Legion, into the surface of the Forge World Fal.

This kind of dagger from within the enemy provided great convenience to Morgan's army and allies. They quickly surrounded Galadia, who was still confused, and shared the spoils with the big brother of the three worlds. With the cooperation of the team, a large landing area was easily created on the surface of Farr, followed by a steady stream of supplies and reinforcements.

Although Morgan only mobilized a part of the Dawnbreakers and Night Lords, as well as a few forge world troops, it was still enough to crush the resistance of the triple galaxy with sheer size: only two-fifths of the troops were invested, plus The main armies of Radia and Farr could only be destroyed in despair.

It disappears with the snap of a finger, nothing like this.

"Compared to the Ghoul Star Territory, we are almost like we are on vacation now."

The Prince of Crows kicked away the automaton blocking his way. This was his latest trophy, and his words were recognized by several battle brothers: Compared with winning on this battlefield, The real challenge instead is to destroy the Triple World while retaining as much of their assets as possible.

"So, do you have any ideas?"

Barbatos looked at Sevatar. He knew that this kid always had an idea, and when he saw the ferocious face with slightly narrowed pupils, and the extremely confident light flashing in the pupils, Barbatos even dared to bet with his own life: Later Son, as long as he follows this boy, he will definitely not be able to escape with his military exploits.

"You know what, Barbatos."

Sevatar licked her lips.

"When I fought side by side with the great sages of Thule, they told me about their marching target: based on intelligence and calculations, they deduced the bunker where the great sages of Farr were hiding, and Decided to go and get their heads."

Having said this, the Prince of Crows tapped his head in amusement.

"But my psychic ability told me that there was something wrong with their calculations, and they chose the wrong one among several options, while my hunch told me the correctness of the other option: Are you interested in taking you Are you going to conduct a beheading operation with me?"

"Is this an order?"

"Whatever you think."

The Prince of Crows waved his hand, seemingly not caring about the help from friendly forces.

"Well...I just have one question."

After pondering for a moment, Barbatos cleared his throat. Now, his voice also represented the other three company commanders who had silently surrounded him just now.

"Since it is the Great Sage's bunker, there must be Titan Legions, Enemy Breakers, Orbital Defense Cannons, Autobots, and Armed Machine Slaves to make it look like an iron barrel: We are just four companies, you Are you sure we can defeat those...big guys?"

"As long as you are confident that you can defeat those automatic robot soldiers and armed machine slaves."

The Prince of Crows grinned, and then he looked toward the sky.

"As for those big guys..."

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[Of course there are people dedicated to deal with them. 】

In front of the two primarchs Conrad and Corax, Morgan's fingers slowly stroked the entire territory of the Triple Galaxy. The overall situation of the war was clearly visible here: the Triple Galaxy had been personally led by the Lord of Avalon. surrounded by fleets. The various fortresses, colonies, and scientific research stations scattered around Triple Fal were captured and divided up by more than a dozen forging worlds sent by Morgan.

[This is both a task and a reward. 】

The primarch's finger tapped the table.

[The origin of raw materials and the results of scientific research stations in the triple star region, as well as the technological products in those fortresses, and the huge demand gap left by the triple world: these are the tasks I give to those peripheral forging worlds, and the rewards I give them, These forging worlds often come from the Five Hundred Worlds and the Galactic North, or are newcomers who are not yet fully trustworthy. They can only drink a mouthful of soup during this operation, and this mouthful of soup is enough to fill them up. 】

[Work easily and get less: a very fair principle. 】

[As for those who followed my fleet all the way into the core area of ​​the triple galaxy, trustworthy forging worlds such as Reza or Tigrus, they will naturally bear more responsibilities and pay more casualties, but they will naturally gain more. And more: they have the right to take advantage of the corpses of Triple Farr and Triple Galadia. 】

[Old rule, I only need backup of these technologies. 】

[As for other things, they know it well. This is both a share of the spoils and a deterrent: all the forging worlds want to get things from the body of Triple Fal, but no one wants to become the next Triple Fal. 】

"..."

[And these, this is the first lesson I want to teach you, Corax. 】

The Lord of Avalon looked at her brooding blood brother and smiled.

[A simple but difficult, necessary but inconspicuous, legal but dark must-know knowledge point. If you want to graduate from me, Brother Corax, you must thoroughly understand this knowledge. 】

"I had a feeling I wasn't going to like it."

The Crow King shook his head and smiled bitterly.

【You really won't like it. 】

Morgan raised his neck.

【after all. This most basic knowledge point has an unpleasant name. 】

[Divide the spoils. 】

"...divide the spoils?"

【Yes. 】

[Corax, my brother. 】

[As the foundation of politics and management, the first thing I want to teach you is how to distribute benefits to your subordinates and friends and give them the benefits they deserve. ]

"Is this... the foundation?"

[It is the foundation, but it is also the core. ]

The Spider Queen leaned back in her chair.

[After all, the so-called management is nothing more than three words. ]

[One is to divide the spoils. ]

"The other is selection."

Corax's eyes flickered.

"I know that: but what is the third one you are talking about?"

"It's very simple."

Before Morgan could speak, he heard a vague chewing sound from the side: Midnight Ghost held his long bread in his hand, stuffed his cheeks with bulging, and squeezed out a funny and scary smile.

"The third one..."

"It's nothing more than: killing people."

"Now, aren't we doing this?"