"I can't guarantee it, sir, because [psionic power] and [stability] themselves are incompatible enemies."

【If you have any questions, report them immediately.】

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Facing the Dark Angels' psychic surgery, Morgan just chose a simple trick: Of course the Dark Angels would think that the surgery was successful, because Morgan himself had "hidden" all his memories.

He walked up quickly, bowed slightly to salute his genetic father, and stood aside. It was only then that the second soldier stepped forward.

They don't know this, and even if they knew it, they wouldn't choose to believe it. After all, pebbles at the bottom of the river cannot imagine the dangers of huge waves.

"My Lord."

"Five people and a small team are the minimum configuration. If we consider safety, then, sir, the safest way is for you to lead the team yourself and let us limit all possibilities of her escape and strive for a fatal blow.

"

【Rather, there must be something wrong with her.】

[Save her a room on the Indomitable Truth.]

"After all, she is a... problematic person."

"As long as we give them enough time, a stable external environment and the necessary reasons, they can do anything we imagine: destroy the Titan, ravage the fleet, or even bring an entire or more worlds with her.

Self-destruction due to thoughts.”

Zhuang Sen stood up, stuck his sword on the seat where he was, and walked in the center of the ruins of the arena with his hands empty.

The Dark Angel think tank nodded his head and searched carefully, but he had to confirm: these memories are real, and Morgan is really... unusually cooperative.

[Can you guarantee the accuracy of every word you say, Asmodeus?]

This order caused the think tank's expression to fall into a delicate state: his forehead wrinkled involuntarily due to memories, his eyes narrowed, his eyebrows slowly gathered together, his mouth was pursed tightly, and the two

The corners of the mouth turned downward, allowing the facial features to slowly squeeze together.

The Primarch patted Zi Si on the shoulder and spoke in an almost instructive tone.

[If this person comes from the Thirteenth Legion, then I will think carefully about whether there is a little plan of my Ultramar brother behind her. 】

The Primarch called one of his descendants, a warrior with long black hair and one of the few experimental think tank members of the First Legion.

When he spoke, his voice was more like a sigh.

[Moreover, if it is for the sake of safety and custody...]

Zhuang Sen lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

The Primarch put his fingers against his lips, thinking about something. Finally, he nodded towards his think tank.

Incredibly smooth...

Coswayen waited quietly until he felt from the bottom of his heart that his genetic father seemed to have been thinking for too long.

Coswayen completely imprisoned himself under the pure black legion seal and hood. He saluted Jonson. It was just a normal etiquette, not the ancient ones that were popular and inherited among the Knights of Caliban.

Tradition.

"She is just like...like a monster, a monster that was born knowing how to use psychic powers to show off its power."

Coswayne could feel a cold sarcasm appearing on his genetic father's face.

In front of her, Asmodeus was leading the way, but 90% of the think tank's attention was focused on the too dangerous colleague behind her.

To put it simply, the spiritual world of ordinary people is like a pond, but the one belonging to the Astartes Think Tank may be larger, like a lake.

Asmodeus took the order and walked out quickly.

He just listened to his son's words, tilted his head, rubbed his long golden hair with one hand, and at the same time looked at the think tank in front of him. This veteran of the First Legion who came out of Terra was also the spiritual leader of the entire legion.

A person who is one of the best in terms of ability.

"Her power is completely at the level of [alaph]. Among psychics of this level, although very few can truly control their own power, once they do, their power will be extremely terrifying.

.”

This time, unlike the operation in the Sabis system, she did not touch the memory of Asmodeus or any Dark Angel think tank. On the Indomitable Truth, she did not want to take any risks yet.

In him, Jonson saw the possibility of bridging the too huge and obvious gap between the Calibans and the Terrans under his command. Although the bloodshed of the Randan War became more and more rampant, this possibility was also

It is decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[In this fleet, where is it more suitable to be detained than in my field of vision? And where is it safer than in the edge of my sword? 】

"Hmm...mortal senior advisor."

[Not a bad position, it just so happens that I also lack a mortal advisor in psychic matters, so I just borrowed her from my brother Magnus for a while. 】

[His consultant is good, I will use it first.]

【I believe he won't mind.】
Chapter completed!