Maggots in a Sea of Feces

Mordred had always been curious why Magnus was so convinced that the Warp was a benevolent place; even if he was blind, he couldn't be that blind!

The Warp Demon are notoriously grotesque and twisted, so by comparison, the domesticated Daemon in the hands of the Four Merchants are actually quite "charming".

Don't think Mordred is being sarcastic; it's true. Wild Daemon, one by one, come in all sorts of bizarre and grotesque appearances.

Take Atlas as an example. Every new recruit has to go through three trials. However, after Atlas was able to produce Gene-Seed on its own, the three trials were reduced to two, collectively known as the Chain of Prestige!

First, the first step of the Chain of Prestige requires recruits to hunt a chicken alone on Serenity Grassland, then use the chicken as bait to tame a dinosaur, and ride this dinosaur across the perilous Twisted Jungle. If they survive all of this, based on their individual performance and written test results, they will be allowed to choose a Gene-Seed from another legion during the transformation process.

The second step in the Chain of Ascension requires a new recruit who has become Space Marine to conquer a Daemon and learn from it in the process.

Only when one has completely conquered a Daemon and shaped Daemon form according to one's own will, becoming a powerful demon capable of two transformations, can one be called a veteran of Atlas.

Then you can happily report to the Catachan training camp.

The reason it's jokingly called the Chain of Prestige is because the Daemon under the Four Gods and Demons all have masters, making them extremely difficult to capture. Atlas can only capture wild Daemon, and these wild Daemon are extremely ugly.

Therefore, this shaping stage is extremely important, to the point that every Atlas has a good talent for drawing. Daemon are like sports cars; the more powerful, domineering, and rudimentary they are, the more they can highlight the style of their owners.

After all, this world is all about appearances. If you bring out a Daemon that looks incredibly low-class, even the Captain gang won't choose you as their first pick.

Therefore, Mordred always believed that what could fool Magnus into becoming a one-eyed Sunburned Ogryn must be some extremely rare and magnificent Daemon, a treasure that Tzeentch had searched the entire Karma Space to find.

Even the so-called Elf Kingdom must be an exceptionally beautiful, dreamlike world, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, like a paradise on earth.

But when Magnus opened a portal with Psychic Power flash, bringing the two of them to this so-called Elf Kingdom, he was completely dumbfounded.

"Isn't it beautiful? Look how lovely this Garden of Nurgle! This place is called The Emerald City, and I guarantee that no other Garden of Nurgle world within the Empire is as beautiful as this."

Upon seeing the arrival of outsiders, several adorable little squirrels climbed to the treetops and picked large, red fruits for the guests. Even the meadow was raised up to form seats for people to sit and cool off under the trees.

"Come on! What are you all standing there for?"

Magnus, who was taking a bite of a fruit, invited the two to sit down. The pink juice dripping from the corner of his mouth made Mordred shudder.

Before he could even utter a word of warning, Dorn, just like Magnus, plopped down on the meadow, splashing water everywhere, grabbed a fruit, and stuffed it into his mouth, commenting as he ate:

"It's truly delicious. The flesh is tender and juicy; one bite and the whole fruit bursts in your mouth, melting instantly. The flesh is also quite chewy! It's just that the taste is a bit strange."

If the fruit is so chewy, can it really taste right?

Looking at the filthy, stinking cesspool in front of him, and the burly man sitting on two rotting, Nurgling at him, he felt utterly disgusted.

Seeing Mordred's pale face and reluctance to join them in the feast, Magnus assumed it was a sign of shame. He wiped the juice from his mouth and generously tossed a fruit to Mordred.

"Second Brother, we're brothers, the misunderstanding is over, come and have a taste!"

"Yes, Mordred, it seems we really misunderstood Magnus. This is truly a wonderful world. Especially this chair, it reminds me of the little blanket my grandfather gave me."

You bastard! If your grandfather heard his unfilial grandson slandering him like this, he'd probably jump up and beat you to the ground.

Looking at the monstrous thing in his hand that kept shifting between the Nurgling and the fresh fruit, Mordred finally couldn't resist and directly dispersed the Emerald Chaos Energy in his eyes.

As his eyes turned golden again, Mordred did indeed see the so-called Emerald City his good friend had described, and the fruit in his hand emitted a rather tempting and wonderful aroma. However, no matter how he tried, he could not put the fruit into his dimensional pocket.

Trying his best to suppress the churning in his stomach, and seeing that the two of them were already engrossed in their meal, Mordred didn't offer any further advice.

"Never mind, you two can eat. My stomach is a little upset."

But brother, I've never admired anyone in my life. Based on this alone, I feel Yellow Skins is no match for the two of you."

Magnus was in high spirits after being praised, so much so that he thought it was Mordred's way of admitting his mistake and just being too embarrassed to speak up. He decided to take them to see other places and correct their misconceptions about the Empyrean.

"Brother, as a scholar, I admire your courage to admit your mistakes and correct them. Don't worry, I won't let that little misunderstanding affect our brotherhood."

Since you're already here, I'll show you where the elves live in a bit; it's much more lively over there than here."

"What? There are experts too!" Mordred felt he had already guessed what the next attraction was and had no hope of finding one.

Although he couldn't put fruit into his dimensional pocket, Mordred could take things out of it; he remembered he had even collected some trash bags.

He quickly put the unpleasant fruit into a plastic bag, Master Mordred took out his camera, gestured for the two to look at him, and snapped a series of photos of them—these would later become his Dark History.

Like an ordinary tourist, Mordred neither said nor did much, simply listening to Magnus's introduction of this so-called wonderland.

After a long journey, Little Pony and Cute Duo had eaten their fill, and the three of them finally arrived at the so-called Elf Kingdom.

The first thing that catches the eye is a cluster of floating islands in mid-air, connected by vines. Countless exotic beasts appear and disappear from the clouds, and even on those floating islands are beautiful elves with wings on their backs.

The most eye-catching feature is the colossal library supported by countless floating islands, with a huge imperial Double Eagle Insignia atop its spire.

Mordred was truly impressed. The beautiful elf before him was indeed not deceiving him; her appearance matched her inner self perfectly. Compared to the obviously poorly made things at the entrance, this one had clearly gone all out.

It's very likely that this is the sum of money that Tzeentch painstakingly gathered, so the special effects are absolutely top-notch; all the budget was spent on this.

The only problem is that the Imperial Double Eagle Insignia, Mordred, looks strangely familiar, resembling a notorious Lord of Change.

After all, even if Mordred is blind, she can still distinguish between blue and gold.

"Carlos, is that you?"