Battle!

Mordred wouldn't admit his mistake; after all, his happiest days were the three years he spent with Carlos.

Back then, it was a sweet and soft little bluebird that would pretend to be Learning Machine every night to impart knowledge to Mordred. It would never refuse Mordred's questions, and even if it didn't understand, it would tell him the correct answer after 9 hours.

One dared to teach and the other dared to learn; this is why Mordred was able to grow rapidly in a very short time and become the Empire's Big Mek.

To say whether Mordred had any doubts is an understatement; he certainly did. But doubt doesn't mean he didn't accept it. With such a useful knowledge base, Master Mordred was secretly delighted.

He hesitated for even a second, which would be a betrayal of Tzeentch's trust in him. He had even drunk the dung soup that Nurgle had personally cooked, so why would he be afraid of this?

To be fair, during those two years when it was Early Education Machine, Carlos didn't lie a single time. The service experience completely outshone that Arch-Magos, Kragg, making him a little reluctant to part with it. He wished he had killed it earlier.

Perhaps because he had been stared at by that overly eager gaze for too long, Carlos, disguised as one of the Imperial Double Eagles, also saw Mordred. The moment their eyes met, the entire city of Magia shuddered, and they quickly turned their heads away, pretending they hadn't seen her.

However, Mordred was furious at Carlos's indifference. She thought to herself, "We're like brothers, studying for nine hours every day without fail. Now that he has a new job, he doesn't even acknowledge his good brother. Don't blame me for being ruthless."

Fortunately, with Magnus around, the atmosphere was never awkward; this one-eyed, Sunburned Ogryn always managed to pull off some daring moves.

Seeing Mordred still staring at the landmark, Magnus proudly introduced:

Welcome to the lost temple of wisdom in the river of history, where you can browse through all the books from the past and the future.

They could even trade with Djinn.

Brothers, the Warp isn't as treacherous as you imagine. I admit there are some bad monsters there, but you can't condemn them all. Most elves are quite kind.

Whenever I encounter any intellectual difficulties, I like to come here to seek help from these spirits. The mutation of Thousand Sons's Flesh Change was resolved through a deal I made with a Djinn.

As Magnus led the way, he introduced the place and guided the two into the enormous library, occasionally greeting some of the so-called elves, clearly a regular visitor.

And My Magic Little Pony wasn't exaggerating; once they entered the library, the endless bookshelves showed Mordred and Dorn what an ocean of knowledge truly was.

One after another, little elves strolled among the bookshelves, quickly tidying and cleaning every corner of this giant library. Coupled with their holy and adorable appearance, it's no wonder that Magnus, the bookworm, thought this place was paradise.

"Little Ma, is this the Djinn you were talking about?"

Looking at the adorable elf with its gorgeous feathers, resembling a little Sanguinius, Magnus explained:

"They are not Djinn, they are just ordinary elves, and it is because of them that I call this place the Elf Kingdom."

But even if you're not Djinn, you're still staff members of this Temple of Wisdom, so please don't bother them.

"Don't worry, Little Second Brother, I'm known for my refined and easygoing nature, and Dorn is a brooding bot who can barely speak properly."

After looking around, Mordred went to the bookshelf, picked up a book, and started flipping through it. When no one was looking, she even secretly used her tentacles to eat a small piece of paper.

Mordred couldn't taste the fiber, but he could taste the oil and protein, especially the cover with its colorful illustrations. Touching it always reminded him of the experimental subjects that were burned in the laboratory, just as slippery and textured.

Based on his years of experience, Mordred was certain that the book was made of human skin, and even its contents were quite bizarre, written from a first-person perspective, as if a living person had been turned into a book, and his memories had become the pages.

Mordred casually tossed the book with the children's label into the plastic bag and turned his attention to the elves. But before he could get close, they quickly moved away from him, a stark contrast to the situation where they were circling around Dorn Magnus.

Even so, Mordred also saw the little secrets within these special creatures.

There are no so-called spirits; these are all the Changeling, except that they are completely free of any pollution.

Unlike the few rare specimens displayed at the entrance, the Changeling is a genuine Tzeentch Daemon, and an extremely rare and special breed at that.

These little creatures can disguise themselves as any living being, and it is precisely because of this ability that they can cause trouble everywhere without being detected.

Beautiful and pleasant fields, ancient and towering aerial castles, little Sanguinius who act as NPCs, and a huge library that perfectly matches Magnus's preferences.

After this smooth combo, Magnus was completely trapped in an information cocoon, a Warp Show.

Even Mordred doubted whether the one-eyed, Sunburned Ogryn who had sacrificed one of his eyes had ever actually seen the Warp.

Over the next few days, Magnus took the two to see other places, where all the creatures were hospitable. There were knights chasing after brave warriors (Bloodletters), beautiful songstresses (banshees), and even an amusement park.

To convince Magnus that the Warp was a place of truth, goodness, and beauty, Tzeentch created a world entirely for his own benefit, even stealing some of his power from other Chaos God to make it as perfect as possible.

Even Carlos has become one of the Imperial Double Eagles.

Returning to that original Garden of Nurgle, Mordred, having collected a bag of odds and ends, decided it was time to let those two see the truth.

"Little Horse, have you tried taking anything from here out?"

"Of course I tried, but everything disappears instantly as soon as you leave here. I wanted to warn you, but I didn't because you were picking things up so enthusiastically."

Mordred, knowing this would happen, tore open the bag and dumped all the scraps on the ground. To make it more convincing, she even endured the nausea and picked a few more pieces of fruit.

"Little Pony, actually, not only did you not remind me, but I didn't remind you either. But I hope you and Dorn won't blame me. You should open the portal first, preferably on the bridge of the Abomination."

Although Magnus didn't know what Mordred was up to this time, Magnus still opened the portal to the Abomination. Only Dorn seemed to realize something, and his face gradually turned green.

As the portal opened, the Fel Energy dust transmitted from the Abomination instantly ignited, and four thick, sharp claws tore open the edge of the portal and eagerly crawled in.

As soon as the behemoth descended, Carlos, as the overseer, noticed the anomaly. But before the Fate Weaver could use magic to conceal it, Mordred Long Prepared, unleashed his full power.

A burst of dim, yellowish lightning swept across everything around it. Under the impact of a massive amount of Fel Energy capable of corrupting half a continent, the sound of porcelain shattering came from the sky. The world, which should have been like a fairyland, underwent a dramatic transformation.

A stench erupted, turning the once soft meadow into a swamp of excrement. Countless white maggots wriggled within, and the junk Mordred had collected earlier transformed into twisted creatures that scattered and fled. In particular, the unusually delicious bright red fruits instantly changed their appearance, revealing the Nurgling beneath their skins, which were now gushing out excrement and hopping around, seeking an embrace from the two.

At that moment, Magnus, whose head was being drenched in a sea of excrement, was in a complete daze. An indescribable, intense physiological reaction occurred within him, and he collapsed convulsing into the latrine.

"Plop~"

Vomit mixed with a large amount of rotting flesh and excrement gushed from his mouth, directly onto Ron's face, who was already collapsed in the latrine but still stubbornly persisting, attracting countless Nurgling to scramble for it.

"Get out! I am Rogdo-- Ugh."

Even Dorn couldn't hold back any longer and started spraying the pony with venom, ending up in the cesspool with his buddy.

This scene was witnessed by Atlas, who charged in through the portal. Terrified, they quickly fastened their helmets. If they were to eat shit like those two useless Primarchs, they would be doomed.

In the blink of an eye, as the illusion shattered, Carlos, sensing impending doom, charged in, determined to seize Magnus, the Primarch whom Tzeentch had already designated.

But Mordred wouldn't let him have it. He pulled a container from behind his back, packed up the two blobs of maggots, soup and all, and threw them at his offspring behind him.

"Hey, it's Carlos! What happened to you after all these years? You've switched from being Learning Machine to cosplaying as the Imperial Double Eagles, huh? Don't think I won't recognize you just because you've painted your face gold. Your opponent is me!"

Now that his identity had been exposed, Carlos stopped pretending and revealed his true form, transforming into a Two-headed Monster Bird wielding a scepter.

An explosive surge of Warp Demonic Energy erupted, and countless bizarre spells bombarded the behemoth.

"Mordred, you stupid, brainless, horny monster, how dare you say that? I've never seen such a bastard as you. For three whole years, you dog have come to torment me every single day."

Just thinking about the ridiculous questions Mordred asked made Carlos want to smash his head with his cane. Things like the Dark Prince being a child bride created by Asuryan and Khaine in a jealous rivalry, and Two-headed Dragon connected to Terra beneath Khorne's Brass Throne.

The Crystal Maze is actually made of resin; there is no water in the Well of Eternity; Nurgle's breasts are larger than Slaanesh's.

What's most infuriating is that this bastard also claimed that an invisible hand is manipulating the entire universe, and that they are all fictional beings.

This almost caused his Daoist resolve to collapse.

Then, taking advantage of the situation, I tricked him into searching for unspeakable Old Terra pornographic films. What do you take me, the Fate Weaver, for?

The more the Lord of Change thought about it, the angrier he became. For the first time, the two bird heads found common ground: to kill this despicable bastard.

"War!"

P. S.: I'm catching a 3 AM flight, so the rest will be posted later. My Corgi is off to eat potatoes again (the silly boss said the flight was at 1 PM, but it's actually at 3 AM, unbelievable).