An Ability Horus Absolutely Cannot Know

People can laugh when they're extremely speechless, but Angron is a nail; he can't laugh without a mouth.

Fortunately, people who are good at giving up are very resilient. After lowering his bottom line step by step, Angron accepted the fact, but he still chose Eva Unit-01.

After all, being a big, muscular man is more in line with his psychological expectations than being a little girl or a cow cat.

"Pfft, I think you don't understand at all." Mordred, with her hand on her forehead, tossed her long hair, and with a surge of flesh and blood, she instantly transformed into a dashing blonde woman, then into a giant Corgi with yellow and white stripes.

This sudden scene startled Angron so much that even his nails trembled. He roared, "Holy crap, Second Brother, you're a dog after all!"

"Woof! You're the dog, your whole family are dogs." Mordred, with its tongue lolling out, licked its lips, its dog eyes revealing a contemptuous expression in a remarkably human way.

"Foolish child, do you know what the Primarch's greatest strength is? Let me tell you, it's our ability to produce Space Marine indefinitely."

As long as the Primarch survives, even if the Legion is wiped out, as long as one is ruthless enough, it won't take many years to mass-produce new troops.

In this world, you need to have influence and class, not be a mere soldier who just hacks and slashes. Can you even beat Dog Tank? You think you're some kind of tough guy?

Mordred, now in human form, picked up his foolish brother and pointed to the body sealed by the Stasis Field, saying:

"Both of these bodies were made using a part of you. As long as you go in and merge with them, even this Jiba Cat can fulfill the duties of the original body and still produce Gene-Seed. The only difference is the performance."

But putting performance aside, Number Two- 02 is my proudest creation. It can fight alongside the cat, has an appealing appearance, and its brain processing capabilities have been enhanced with Guilliman's genes.

"Believe it or not, if you were to switch bodies, taking over the legion would be incredibly smooth. That Tin Can Kid would be so happy his brain would explode. How about it? Are you sure you don't want to consider it?"

"Sorry, I refuse!"

No matter how eloquently Mordred spoke, Angron remained steadfast in his choice of Eva Unit-01. The thought of transforming into a cute little girl sent chills down his spine.

Seeing that this guy was determined to become a melee fighter, Mordred didn't try to persuade him any further, and gestured for Angron to go inside quickly, as he still needed to eat later.

Looking at the body in front of him, Angron had no idea how to get inside; he could only manipulate his mind to look at the creator of all this.

Thinking it was something serious, Mordred was about to suggest going in through the mouth, but then she changed her mind and instead spread open the Primarch's legs, pointing to the dark, deep opening, and said:

"Okay, let's go in!"

"What? You want me to go in this way?"

With things having come to this, Angron had no choice but to act out of kindness. He threw himself into the hole, thankfully the body hadn't been used before, or he would have been covered in excrement.

But just as he extended the tentacles into the body, he heard Mordred say, pretending to be serious, "Actually, it can go in through the mouth too."

Upon hearing this, Angron felt an urge to kill Mordred, but he was no match for him and could only swallow his anger. However, he still grumbled to himself, "If Horus finds out you can shapeshift, you'll be sorry."

Following the elevator, the two quickly returned to the top floor of the Imperial Palace. Magnus, Long Prepared, was even more excited than if he had seen his own mother when he saw Angron emerge alive and well.

"Brother, you're finally out! You have no idea what kind of hardship I've endured these past few months. That Malcador kept making me work for him, and he wouldn't even pay for my meals."

He gets angry just thinking about it. Every time they eat and drink their fill, Malcador finds all sorts of excuses to skip out on the bill, and the food is ridiculously expensive, many times more expensive than Prospero's.

Listening to Magnus's rant, Mordred suddenly remembered that he had taken on a job organizing the Assassinorum. He wondered if Malcador had lost his mind and let him get involved.

However, Mordred would rather have a good meal than work. After being given intravenous nutrition every day for more than three months, her mouth was practically tasteless.

"Stop talking, it's just the cost of a meal. I have plenty of money, Second Brother. Let's go, since Angron has turned over a new leaf, we should have a good meal to celebrate his birthday!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than several figures suddenly darted out from the corner. It Joseph, the 9th Company Captain who had been left behind in Terra, and Atlas's spy kid.

"Father, I know a restaurant with the best food, let's go together!"

Seeing the expectant looks in everyone's eyes, Mordred thought about it and realized that there were only about twenty people, including the three brothers, and he had plenty of money.

But after they had only taken two steps, they saw that their leader, the Dog-men, had also followed, with Rambo, the chief disciple, leading the way. They definitely had to bring him along.

However, Mordred was unaware that as the three brothers walked the streets, more and more people followed them, including Atlas, Magnus's Thousand Sons, and even a few Adeptus Custodes, all wanting to join in the fun.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Mordred, despite his reluctance, had no choice but to treat the seven thousand people who were eagerly waiting and staring at him with strange expressions.

"Yay! Long live the Warmaster!"

"I'll still vote for you in the next Campaign for Warmaster. Your Second Highness can lead us to conquer the Milky Way."

Mordred didn't know if he could break through the galaxy, but he knew his allowance was about to be depleted. How could prices in Terra be so expensive? A slice of toast cost him half Throne Gelt.

Mordred, having found the boss, tried to use her connections to get a discount, but her usually effective charm failed her. The boss, who spoke with a thick Old Terra Middle Eastern accent, didn't care about that; he only cared about money.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the War Hounds, far away in the galaxy, finally returned to Holy Terra and witnessed firsthand their powerful Primarch.

Aside from being a little short, standing at only 3.3 meters tall, Angron received unanimous praise from all the Space Marine, especially the adorable kitten perched on the Primarch's shoulder, which made the Primarch seem even more approachable.

The World Eaters finally received its name, the World Eaters. The only slight disappointment was that the Emperor did not appear at the Angron return ceremony.

Perhaps sensing the thoughts of the crowd, Golden Giant covered in dog hair descended from the sky and came directly in front of the World Eaters, beginning his indispensable passionate speech once again.

Others enjoyed listening, but Mordred had already sampled enough and simply slipped away to the bottom of the Hive City.

Unlike the opulent surroundings of the Imperial Palace, the lower levels of the Hive City are a breeding ground for evil. Even the air is exceptionally sweet; one breath refreshes the mind, two breaths keep you tireless, and three breaths grant immortality, allowing you to ascend to heaven and be reborn.

Sure enough, Mordred hadn't been wandering around for more than a few minutes when he ran into several gang members extorting Protection Fee.

Mordred shot those eyesores and was about to leave when he saw a little girl huddled in a corner, staring longingly at him.

Are you Warmaster?

No, ImBatman.