The Real Boss Direct Hire

"Are you kidding me?"

Guilliman, whose nose was bleeding profusely, felt like he'd been screwed. Ever since arriving in Nuceria, he'd felt incredibly unlucky.

First, he encountered Chaos battle, then he had a passionate fight with a snake demon in the void, and now he's being ambushed by his own ally, especially since the person who ambushed him is his own brother.

The thought of almost being torn apart by Mordred made Guilliman feel even more that Nuceria was a bit eerie, especially with the sudden appearance of crimson blood rain. This was no ordinary world, and he had to Strike Hard!

But Guilliman wasn't the madman Mordred. He gestured for his sons to leave; he wanted to have a serious talk with his brother, to at least figure out what had happened, especially why Mordred had suddenly gone mad.

Trusting Hill, and with the nails not yet activated, Angron, being a very easy person, quickly told Guilliman everything he knew and also inquired about the whereabouts of the others.

"You don't need to worry about them. They've already been taken back to the Glory of Macragge for treatment, and you'll be able to see them soon."

"Then why don't we leave here?" Angron was genuinely puzzled. Through Hill's previous account, he had already gained a basic understanding of the Imperium of Man.

According to Ultramarines, for a world like Nuceria that has been completely corrupted by "Xenos" beings, Exterminatus is the best solution.

Once that weapon called the Virus Bomb is deployed, everyone will turn into a thick organic soup and eventually be burned to ashes.

Angron firmly believed that Hill, who ultimately led him to safety, could also see that the world was beyond saving and that complete destruction was the only solution.

"Why not retreat? Of course, it's because our brothers are still down there."

"Brother?" Looking down through the porthole, following Guilliman's finger, Angron searched for his brother but found nothing. Instead, he saw a giant monster feeding in a rain of crimson blood.

"You mean to say that monster is our brother?"

Angron was deeply shocked. He couldn't understand why the Big Lizard, nearly a hundred meters tall, with four thick arms and a long, menacing tail, was his brother. This creature was even Daemon than the Daemon that had been hunting them down.

Pressing down on Angron's slightly surprised mouth, Guilliman nodded helplessly, secretly resolving to carry out a large-scale memory erasure once they returned to the ship.

Imperial Warmaster must be human, and humans can only have two arms! For the sake of the Empire's image, this secret must not be known to anyone.

"Yes, although he's a bit tall and doesn't look quite human, I can assure you this is our brother Mordred."

To prove his point, Guilliman pulled out a handsome photo of Mordred, pointing to the grinning blond guy and saying, "Look, Mordred has blond hair and loves to part it in the middle. That monster also has blond hair, he just accidentally got fat."

God the hell he's gotten fat. Angron may be ignorant, but he's not stupid. That thing outside with countless tentacles sticking out of its body, picking up little fleshy people on the ground and eating them like snacks, is definitely not human!

"Wait, you just said his name is Mordred, right? I think I know why he's become like this. He must be in so much pain; I can understand that feeling!"

Guilliman listened thoughtfully as Angron recounted how he used poison to fight poison, seeking balance between two nails, with particular emphasis on those two indescribable, terrifying entities.

Even so, Guilliman, whose mind was steeped in the Imperial Truth, still did not believe that there were any so-called Chaos God in this world; at most, he thought they were some kind of Warp Xenos could corrupt minds.

If the Warp essence could speak, it would surely curse Guilliman as a scoundrel for denying its existence, and even succeeding in doing so.

"So the current situation is that Mordred is completely irrational; anyone who gets close will be attacked by him, and we can't use Exterminatus to blow him up, so we can only stay here and wait it out?"

Guilliman nodded again, adding that Atlas was unaware of the situation, and he couldn't imagine the chaos that would ensue if they knew their Primarch had become such a wretched state.

Since he hadn't returned to the Legion, Angron had no idea about the connection between the Primarch and the Space Marine. Moreover, Mordred also held the identity of an Imperial Warmaster; if word got out, it would be disastrous.

As the saying goes, Cao Cao Cao, and he appears. Just as Guilliman was struggling with his decision, the Holographic Projection suddenly lit up, and Goff, who looked remarkably like Guilliman, appeared before everyone:

"Your Highness, we've dealt with those incompetent fools. According to Father's plan, we can evacuate as soon as we issue the Exterminatus. When do we leave?"

"Goff, please don't get excited. I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

Goff didn't understand, but he respected Guilliman, the Primarch, and said, "You can listen to whichever you like first, but it's best to hurry."

"The good news is that our plan has been a complete success, and our Empire has gained another Primarch."

"And the bad news?"

"The bad news is that there's a small problem in Mordred, and we can't leave."

To give Goff a more intuitive understanding of the situation, Guilliman turned the camera around and projected the giant beast into Holographic Projection.

All the Atlas who saw the image were now in an uproar. This was indeed their father, but they understood the logic; why was he so big?

Without the slightest delay, Atlas immediately put down everything he was doing and began heading towards the surface of the planet Núkeliya. After reuniting with the two Primarchs, even the most carefree Tom couldn't help but exclaim:

"My God! This is at least as tall as two Warlord Titan, and why does it seem like Father is getting bigger? This is wasting so much food, we have to make it turn back."

Tom was right, Mordred was indeed still growing, not only because he was consuming Chaos Snacks, but mainly because of what was happening in the Warp.

If Psyker were present, he would have been instantly twisted into a Chaos Spawn by the raging Warp Energy. Unfortunately, there wasn't a single normal Psyker here; they were all masters of physical elbow strikes.

Angron, having been tainted by Slaanesh's interference, is undoubtedly corrupted. Khorne, having lost his Khorne, decides to continue drawing cards, even though the dimensional barrier remains strong, the Khorne are willing to expend great effort to personally intervene.

Mordred's consciousness was drawn into the Khorne's Daemon World, where an endless army of Daemon fought and clashed, all vying for the attention of the giant god on the throne.

To be honest, Mordred panicked when he realized he had been suddenly pulled into the Khorne's Daemon World. But after discovering that he could sense his own body and could leave at any time, he wasn't so panicked anymore, though he was under a lot of psychological pressure.

Being stared at by a Bloodthirster was certainly unpleasant, but what made Mordred break out in a cold sweat even more was the giant Khorne staring at him with lewd eyes.

Anyone stared at with that extremely lewd gaze would feel genuinely uncomfortable, and even his gluttonous eating slowed down.

Even so, Mordred still displayed an extremely arrogant attitude. So what if Boss Zhipin? High-dimensional characteristics make you the boss. You stinky industry space, what are you pretending for!

Name your price, I'm not cheap!