The So-Called Elf Kingdom

After much persuasion, Mordred finally explained to Dorn what he was up to: it was definitely not about establishing some so-called Second Imperium. His ancestors had always been Serenity farmers, and he was a true nationalist!

"Dorn, you can't wrong an innocent person! I'm the Imperial Warmaster, How Could I start my own faction? Heh heh heh, everyone knows I'm the best to my brothers."

Wiping away imaginary cold sweat, Mordred knew that even if she were forming a clique, she wouldn't drag Dorn, that stubborn and unyielding rock, into it.

It's completely self-torture.

It's better to believe in the Emperor Great Heresy than to believe Dorn has joined his Second Imperium.

In fact, Mordred wasn't lying this time. Ever since returning to the Empire, he had been searching for technology related to transdimensional communication.

Now only one piece of the puzzle is needed.

The Serenity legacy of the Dar Company, the psychic technology of the Randan Xenos, the Chaos Beacon of Nostramo, the Butcher's Nail, the Astronomican that uses Psychic Power to guide Imperial ships, and the Xenos technology that Atlas has been quietly collecting since the Great Crusade.

Mordred already has a preliminary idea; the rest is just a matter of coordinating the research and development.

For a modern person, Mordred's dependence on the internet is comparable to that of eating and drinking; he has long been unable to tolerate the Empire's abysmal communication efficiency.

Conventional radio communication can only cover a single planet at best; even sending a message from Terra to Mars is extremely slow. Not to mention the almost mystical Astropath communication, which relies entirely on experience to decipher.

Mordred wanted a real internet where you could traverse the stars, watch movies, play games, open loot boxes, and brag, insult each other, and show off.

With the expansion of Atlas, the Serenity Sub-sector has come under Goff's complete control, but Goff has complained to the five-star supreme ruler Mordred more than once about the slow communication efficiency and the increasingly bloated state of the Department of Administration.

"Dorn, don't let my seemingly lazy and idle lifestyle fool Second Brother. I'm actually carrying out a heavy burden for the Empire. I'm a Primarch with extraordinary intelligence, not one of those reckless brutes who only know how to draw their knives and fight each other!"

So, as the Imperium's First Master Builder and your father's proudest son, you'll definitely help your Second Brother, right?"

Whether others believed in such a grand ambition is unclear, but Dorn certainly did. He was the Imperium's First Master Builder and his father's proudest son, so he believed his brother was right.

"Leave it to me!"

"Well done, as expected of Rogal Dorn, his words are so powerful, much stronger Perturabo's!"

"Really?" The Cute Duo little boy, whose lips were almost pouting, looked at Mordred. Although he didn't say anything more, anyone could see the eagerness in his eyes.

"It's truer than the Imperial Truth!" Mordred said, then silently repeated to himself, "Pepe is the best."

He grabbed Dorn's hand directly:

"Seventh Brother!"

"Second Brother!"

"Good brothers for life" x2

Sally, who was watching the scene unfold, was speechless. But after her previous outspoken experience, she had learned to play dumb.

"So, brother, how far have you progressed with your so-called communication system?"

"Hahaha, of course we haven't done a single thing! Otherwise, why would I want to recruit you? Let's go, I'll get Little Ma over here later. He's the easiest to fool; I can get him over with just three sentences."

Before long, the three Primarchs with different hair colors gathered in the Hive Laboratory of the Abomination. Mordred was not exaggerating; he really did manage to persuade Magnus to come over with just three sentences.

After all, if Magnus had any shame, he wouldn't have refused Mordred's invitation if Mordred had just knelt down and begged for mercy in front of a group of people.

Although he was forced to come, Magnus showed great interest after learning about Mordred's plan, especially after entering the Abomination, and his eyes showed a hint of affirmation towards Mordred.

"So your general plan is to replace Psyker with Fel Energy, and then use a signal source like the Astronomican to transmit and conduct the signal!"

Then let me ask you, how can you guarantee that these Chaos Beacon won't pollute the Sea of Souls? That would cause the elves to lose their homeland!

Both of them were stunned by these words, but in different ways.

"Brother, what are you talking about? There are no elves in the Warp. There's nothing there, just turbulent energy and some strange Xenos creatures."

"It's not just Xenos, Dorn, you're wrong, those things are actually Daemon!"

"What Daemon? Mordred, if you don't know, don't talk nonsense. It's clearly a benevolent elf."

The three had their own opinions. Dorn believed that the Warp Entity were Xenos, while Mordred believed that they were full of Daemon. Although they used different names, they both believed that the Warp was extremely dangerous and that there was nothing good in it.

Only Magnus believed that it was full of kind little elves.

Magnus was quite displeased watching Mordred and Dorn describe the Sea of Souls as hell.

"That's enough, you two. Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain. It's because of people like you that Psyker suffer such persecution."

Upon hearing this, even Dorn grinned, revealing a forced smile, while Mordred burst out laughing.

"Little Horse, are you out of your mind? Don't worry about what we call that thing— Dorn, Daemon, Xenos —it's never a good thing. How could it possibly have those magical little sprites you're talking about?"

To prove her words were true, Mordred summoned her Daemon pet, Xier, with its two legs on its head and a long tail on its back.

Then, the standard succubus image with reversed joint hooves appeared before the two.

Magnus not only refused to accept reality, but instead used it as a basis to say that this was what was called a spirit, and how well-behaved it was!

Mordred thought to himself, "Isn't that obvious? Xier had dared to harbor even the slightest thought of killing her master, she would have been crushed to death long ago. All the Daemon that survived in Atlas were carefully selected; those who disobeyed were all burned into Chaos Energy Crystal."

Mordred glanced at Xier was now a completely useless Daemon, serving tea and water. He wanted to make her be fierce, but to his surprise, she gave him a proper salute.

"Hey ha, long live Atlas!"

Hearing this, Magnus became even more smug, his eyes filled with nothing but mockery towards Mordred.

"Second Brother, stop pretending. You can fool others, but you can't fool me. Ever since I entered the Abomination, I've discovered your Atlas's little secrets."

"What secret? What have you discovered?" Mordred was truly panicked now. Before he could even call for the Khan to use his magic, he heard Magnus explain himself:

"Of course, it's because you Atlas are all raising elves. What other secrets could there be? Are you all a bunch of man-eating lunatics, providing supplies to other legions? And it's just that Kai and his men's bodies... how could that be?"

"..."

Feeling incredibly anxious Mordred slapped his thigh, signaling Tom, who had already peeked out from the shadows, to go back inside.

"Little Pony, could you please stop only saying half of what you mean? It'll only lead to misunderstandings. But I still firmly believe they're all Daemon. Xier was completely disciplined by me, through my own fists. What makes you think the Warp is a land of good?"

"Of course, it's because I can travel to the Elf Kingdom!"

"The Elf Kingdom?" ×2

As their eyes met, Mordred and Dorn both realized the problem: there was definitely something wrong with this so-called Elf Kingdom.

"Little Ma, could you take us to see it?"

"Of course you can, after all, I am Magnus, the Crimson King!"