Magnus's World-Shaking Idea!

Following the guidance of the Adeptus Custodes, the three arrived inside the Imperial Palace. The moment they entered, they immediately understood what true nouveau riche really meant.

Mordred knew the Emperor liked gold, but he never expected the entire Imperial Palace to be a garish, earthy yellow.

Just like visual pollution, it made his eyes hurt.

There wasn't a single patch of green in the entire Imperial Palace. You should know that the corridors of his Abomination were planted with a large number of Catachan Blood Vines, which could be used as both green plants and pets.

Beneath the towering dome, with its tacky and gaudy decor, lay two grotesque figures, a sight that made Mordred feel nauseous.

Only Magnus frowned, recalling a secret story that Perturabo had told him.

"Mordred, what's with that disdainful look on your face? I think you're asking for a beating again. Have you shrunk in size?" The Emperor had originally planned to beat up this unfilial Rebellious son to relieve his boredom, stopped and carefully compared his physique.

Although Mordred kept claiming to be four meters tall, the Emperor knew that this bastard was just a jerk, and the extra height was entirely due to his frizzy blond hair; in fact, the guy even secretly wore height-increasing insoles.

But looking at his Rebellious son, who was at most two and a half meters tall, out of curiosity, the Emperor's golden eyes swept over the body and saw the Big Lizard that the Abomination was holding in its mouth.

The murky, chaotic Crimson Psykers surged within his body; even a slight leak could drive the entire planet mad. Yet, it was bound and broken down by an indescribable cage of flesh and blood, slowly transforming into Emerald Chaos Energy.

Without even thinking, the Emperor knew at a glance that the pungent smell was the work of that Khorne, leaving him in a dilemma of whether to hit it or let it go. In the end, he simply slapped Magnus on the head and erased his memory of being hit.

Looking at the innocent-looking Magnus and the Emperor pretending nothing had happened, Mordred had a feeling that this empire was doomed sooner or later.

He increasingly regretted refusing the Khorne's offer.

"Old Man Huang, stop posing there. You'd be better off thinking about what to do with Angron."

Mordred disconnected the Blackstone force field generator from the suitcase, grabbed Angron by the thigh, and pulled him out. The two metal cables dangling above his head were particularly eye-catching, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

"My Lord, I see two malevolent forces dwelling within his body; your offspring is in great pain."

"Yes, I sensed it. Angron has been resisting all along; they want to take my child away."

A suppressed rage surged within the Emperor, even though he had already glimpsed a glimpse of the Primarch's impending betrayal. Regardless,

He wouldn't allow the Primarch to suffer such abuse.

Unlike that slave who only knew how to run away, although he did not unify his homeworld, the Emperor did not abandon Angron. On the contrary, he greatly admired that courage to rebel.

Mordred wasn't sure what this man's view of the Primarch was—was he a tool for the Great Crusade, or a progeny he regarded as his own?

Or perhaps both; nobody knows the answer.

To prevent his condition from worsening, Angron was put back into the Blackstone suitcase, and Mordred pulled out her previous test report on Angron.

Mordred felt he had done everything he could, and there was no way he could perfectly remove those two relics from the Dark Age of Technology. He could only place his hopes on the Emperor, this ancient Yellow Skins with millennia of experience.

"Old Man Huang, you are Perpetual personally experienced that era, this shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

The Emperor did not answer the question directly, but instead led everyone deeper into the Imperial Palace.

As the elevator doors opened, Mordred saw a super- Hive City hidden underground, where countless Mechanicus had gathered, and he could even see knight mechs serving as construction machinery.

Mordred had already guessed where they were, but the Emperor did not lead them to the final destination of the Great Crusade. Instead, he took a detour and brought them to a giant laboratory.

Looking at the 21 Incubation Pod bases neatly arranged around him, the Emperor finally spoke:

"I Am Not a God, nor can I know every technology that has developed in the human race."

The technological explosion of the Human Federation is entirely due to the rapid development of Intelligent AI. Countless technologies are developed every day, and it is possible for a person to master even one technology in their entire life, and I am one of them.

Malcador, do you still remember those glorious days?

A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the silent, withered old man. How could he not miss that vibrant era, when all things flourished? It was during that time that he was born.

"My Lord, I remember. But it is precisely because of this that I know how insane that era was, how so-called Morality were nothing but empty words, and how lawless technological warlords were everywhere."

Aren't you curious about why the Iron Men Rebellion happened? I can tell you definitively that in the era when humanity was at its most powerful, even the Iron Men couldn't tolerate human madness.

And the Blasphemous Artifact atop Angron's head was born from that mad era—"

As their eyes met, Mordred and Magnus both saw the confusion in each other's eyes. Why were these two Old Ones starting to lament about life? Shouldn't they be saving Angron?

"You've talked so much nonsense, so is there any way to solve this?" Mordred, unable to bear it any longer, interrupted their reminiscing.

Unexpectedly, the Emperor actually nodded, indicating that there was indeed a solution.

"Since you have a solution, what are you two arguing about for so long? Hurry up and use your invincible Psychic Power to remove the nails."

"Can't be disassembled!" Golden Psychic Power enveloped Angron as he floated to the front of the Operating Table, Holographic Projection instantly revealed the internal condition of his body.

Looking at the dense, intricate network of cables that had become one with Angron, the Emperor declared that once the nails were removed, Angron would surely die, and might not even live to see the day the Great Crusade was completely won.

"The current situation is that these two nails have replaced part of the functions of Angron's brain. In fact, it could be said that the nails are his true form. Angron has less brain tissue left than a dog."

Rather than let him suffer like this, it's better to preserve it; we should trust the wisdom of future generations.

Mordred was somewhat taken aback by these words; this was not the solution he wanted at all.

The good news is that the Emperor didn't use Angron as a expendable resource in the Great Crusade as before. The bad news is that the Emperor, that bastard, actually gave up and still believes in the wisdom of future generations. He even wants to punch someone when he hears about Mordred, and that's exactly what he did.

But just as the Emperor and Mordred resumed their physical altercation, Magnus had remained silent but had been observing everything, suddenly spoke up:

"Since the nail is Angron's true form, if he dies, wouldn't I have two nail brothers? Buy one, get one free!"

The moment these words were spoken, the air fell silent. Everyone turned to look at the one-eyed, Sunburned Ogryn, so much so that the two burly men who were fighting each other forgot their argument.

The Magic Little Pony, who had become the center of attention, was a little embarrassed, especially when he saw his father and Second Brother starting to draw and doodle, fiddling with the corpse of Angron. He panicked even more when he saw them doing so.

"I just said it offhand, don't take it seriously!"

They weren't entirely unconvinced; after hearing Magnus's idea, Mordred and the Emperor actually began to ponder it, and the more they thought about it, the more sense it made.

"Old Man Huang, how about we give it a try?"

"What?! Second Brother, what are you going to try? Father, you absolutely mustn't agree!"

"Let's give it a try!"

"Inconsistent"