The One-Eyed Sunburned Ogryn

The news that the Imperial Warmaster was about to return to Holy Terra spread like Abomination arrived at the Pluto Fortress, the councilors on Holy Terra already knew about it.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't worried. It had only been four years since Mordred's last act of "benevolent rule," and the blood on the government building hadn't even been wiped clean yet. How could he be back with such a gentle approach?

None of those who become councilors are good people; no one can guarantee they're completely spotless. The previous 21% lottery system is still fresh in our minds.

Nobody wants to die.

As for whether they had considered removing Warmaster Mordred, they certainly had, but those who had such thoughts all committed suicide the next day, each shot eight times in the back.

The implications of this are self-evident. Anyone who dares to speak ill of the Warmaster behind his back is simply asking for trouble. The Council of Terra can only lavish praise on Mordred.

The effect was quite obvious: as long as you sang praises to the Warmaster, you could sleep soundly at night and wouldn't suddenly hear any strange laughter coming from under the bed.

Survival? Not so bad! Keeping your own head is the most important thing. Being the Warmaster's dog is just awesome!

However, the reality was not at all what they imagined. Atlas's small force simply could not possibly monitor the entirety of Holy Terra.

They're busy enough transporting supplies, and now they also have to collect taxes; they simply don't have time to manage them.

The real mastermind behind all this was Malcador, the old fox who taught Alpharius. Hydra was doing all of this under the guise of Atlas.

Whether it's a good reputation or a bad reputation, having a good reputation always has its advantages. As the Abomination sailed into Terra Harbor, and everyone disembarked...

Mordred then saw countless imperial officials standing on both sides of the passageway.

Needless to say, there were flowers and carpets, and to avoid being held accountable later, they even brought in antique black powder cannons, making it look like a coronation ceremony.

To be honest, although I was terrified, as long as I ignored the possibility of losing my head, Mordred's personal charisma was still extremely powerful.

In addition, his appearance conformed to the conventional aesthetic standards of men, women, young and old, and Atlas was unusually kind to Civilians. As he shouted, some people burst into tears, and some even knelt down and hummed songs on the spot.

"()°.°)/You came from the east, bestowing upon me a snow-white coat, and I long to eat Serenity vegetables!"

"(°°) Gently swaying, the magnificent Terra passes by."

"(;) turned into tears, I dared not close my eyes!"

"I can never repay the Warmaster's kindness in this lifetime, sob sob sob, hee hee— "Mordred, who felt increasingly uneasy listening to these people, had a feeling that they were mourning his death. He turned to the nun who had come to pick him up and asked:

"I understand the logic, but why the final line about not daring to close your eyes? Don't the people of Terra sleep?"

The nun dared not refuse to answer the Warmaster's question, but unfortunately, she was a Sisters of Silence. Staring into her bright eyes, her hands began to move rapidly.

[Because Atlas has a notorious reputation, they don't want to die, so they can only fawn over you. They dare not sleep because if they close their eyes, they might very well be punished by Atlas.]

Just like you want to eat Dongpo pork knuckle while I want to scratch my hip joint, Mordred, who has never been too lazy to learn High Gothic and speaks only Serenity local dialect, can't understand it at all.

Even with a mix of guesswork and deduction, Mordred couldn't figure out what it was. Staring at each other blankly, he could only manage to utter one word:

"I don't understand!" (Serenity's accent)

The Sisters of Silence sighed, but fortunately, the Adeptus Custodes beside her was quite understanding. After a brief, subtle adjustment with just a pinch of her fingernail, he relayed the message:

"Your Highness, this is actually proof that the people of Terra support you, because once they close their eyes, they will no longer be able to see the dazzling light you radiate."

"Really? But I clearly saw her gesturing for so long."

The Adeptus Custodes nodded, indicating that the sign language was somewhat complicated. Despite the many gestures, the actual meaning was quite simple, and that was what her companion meant.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. As Adeptus Custodes protecting Old Man Huang, they should at least have some professional competence. Mordred chuckled inwardly at his popularity, but still offered a couple of criticisms:

"I understand your good intentions, but such extravagance and waste in this year of expedition is still too much. Disperse! I am not someone who cares about empty fame."

Oh, right, the Khan, go tell Joseph to check who's missing. I need to send someone to give them a good compliment.

Upon hearing this, all the officials present secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Only the Adeptus Custodes and Sisters of Silence exchanged glances and whispered among themselves, confirming that, as the rumors had said, this prince was indeed eccentric and particularly petty.

Perhaps out of concern for the Emperor's safety, as the group left the starport and boarded the orbital elevator, the Adeptus Custodes glanced at the enormous suitcase that Mordred had been holding onto and asked:

"Warmaster."

"Stop, just call me Mordred. We're family, no need to be so formal."

"So, your name is Tiris, right? I remember when Dogs and Donkeys Yellow Skins dog was beating me up, you were the one who picked my leg up. From now on, follow me, and I'll make sure you live a life of luxury."

This further labeled Mordred as Ambition; Tiris no longer called him Warmaster, but still addressed him as His Highness.

"Your Highness, please be careful with your words. Ever since you arrived in Starport, I've been very curious about what kind of goods you've been carrying personally. Could you tell me the answer?"

"Nothing much, just a useless Primarch."

To prove she wasn't lying, Mordred even opened a crack in the window to let her see, Tiris indeed saw Angron fast asleep.

They exchanged a glance, Tiris was once again certain of one thing: he absolutely could not let Mordred catch him off guard. If Mordred dared to imprison his own brother, what wouldn't he dare to do? He had to stay away from him from now on.

Unaware that he had been completely demonized, Mordred, who had become the Ambition second-in-command alongside Guilliman, was still marveling at the fact that there were women in the Adeptus Custodes and that he had to extract this technology from the Yellow Skins.

After transferring to an airship and a car, the group soon arrived at the Imperial Palace gates. However, Mordred's first encounter was not with the Emperor, but with an unexpected person.

Even without exchanging words, the two could tell from their gaze that the other, like themselves, possessed extraordinary wisdom.

Mordred could assure him that while he might be no less intelligent, he was far inferior to the one-eyed, Sunburned Ogryn in terms of sheer brilliance.

Seeing that the other person kept staring at his right eye, the tall, Crimson Giant assumed that his brother was worried about his health.

The simple-minded Magnus was deeply Moved, secretly thinking that Perturabo was indeed all looks and no brains; his claims of beating her up upon meeting her and chasing her with Titan for two days and two nights were complete fabrications.

This can't fool the wise Magnus at all. Didn't you see Mordred smiling the whole time he saw him? What a good brother!

Hurrying forward and ignoring the annoying Adeptus Custodes, the overly friendly giant gave Mordred a big hug:

"Brother, I am Magnus!"

You are exactly as the people of Terra described; your smile is as radiant as the sun.

Whether it's brilliant or not, Mordred doesn't know, but he knows that people can laugh when they're extremely speechless. Angron, who was Khorne by Slaanesh and Khorne, is a trap, and the Magic Little Pony who has lost his right eye is another trap.

One problem after another, and the only thing left is that the Nurgle, Fatty, hasn't even made an appearance yet.

No, that Nurgle already appeared. That bastard even tricked himself into drinking a pot of thick soup, which is why Mordred still feels nauseous whenever he sees it.

Fortunately, Master Mordred has a strong mental fortitude and is adept at self-consolation. Rather than exhausting himself, he prefers to torment others.

For some reason, Magnus suddenly shivered, as if he were being watched by something filthy. But then he remembered that this was Holy Terra, with the Emperor present. What kind of demons or monsters would dare to spy on him? It must be because he was not used to the terrible environment of Terra.

"Little Ma, it won't be long before you find out why your Second Brother is smiling. I guarantee your smile will be even brighter than mine!"

"Here, these are some sunflower seeds from Heifer International, a local specialty of Serenity. Consider them a small gift from me."

Mordred casually pulled out several bags of sunflower seeds from behind him, giving one to everyone, including the Adeptus Custodes and Sisters of Silence who had accompanied him.

If the Golden Giant were there, he might have been able to match Mordred's energy, but Magnus's purity was extremely high, and he was quite happy to receive the gift.

Even though these so-called heifer seeds looked like an 82-2 all-plastic handleless steel ball grenade, he still threw them into his mouth.

"If you like to eat, then eat more. From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were incredibly smart. Eating more will help nourish your brain!"

Is it really true?

Passing by the Sunburned Ogryn, Mordred, carrying the twin-tailed, useless Angron, nodded. An indescribable sense of responsibility welled up within him, reminding him of Perturabo, who had been reformed by the Titan Training Method.

"Indeed, it's even more real than the Emperor being Rome's She-Wolf!"