One-Eyed Chameleon Ogryn
People become arrogant and prone to self-destruction; even Daemon are no exception.
Mordred thought he had misheard and stood there stunned for a full two seconds before he realized that the Daemon he had raised dared to ride on his head. This was no ordinary Daemon; he had to Strike Hard.
The result was obvious: Morgan, born from Mordred's shadow, was no match for the real Morgan. After a brutal beating, he tried to escape, but was again attacked from the shadows and beaten mercilessly, eventually kneeling and begging for mercy.
"Dad, I was wrong, please forgive me this once!"
The more this happened, the Mordred became, especially since it happened in front of Old Man Huang, making him lose all face.
But then I thought, wait a minute, how would this thing know about the ethical dilemma between Morgan and Mordred? She also has some of my memories, and this shameless behavior is exactly like mine.
As expected, after Mordred's repeated beatings, Morgan confessed everything. She did indeed possess some of the original's memories. Rather than being a separate individual, she was more like a fusion monster formed from Mordred's shadow that had been brought to life and devoured Xier.
The good news is that Mordred has a bound Daemon that belongs solely to him, but the bad news is that this Daemon inherited all of his flaws: not only is it lazy and gluttonous, but it also harbors rebellious intentions.
When two people with similar personalities come together, they either get along exceptionally well or they hate each other. But he only wanted a tool demon, not some unstable being with its own consciousness.
Mordred couldn't return her, so he had to grit his teeth and accept the fact. But after testing her, he actually found Morgan's value. First of all, as Mordred's companion Daemon, Morgan, born from the shadows, has the ability to teleport. She can move through connected shadows in a way similar to supernatural stealth.
And like Mordred, she possesses extremely strong polluting properties, capable of making surrounding creatures as pure as she is, before killing them with a single blow.
Secondly, perhaps because she devoured Carlos, she also knows the things that the Two-headed Monster Bird knows, only in a completely different, knock-off version.
Carlos inherited none of Carlos's wisdom, but he could fish in the Sea of Souls, using the connection between the Sea of Souls and the Physical World, and relying on the natural database of Daemon to conduct big data searches.
Moreover, the authenticity of such so-called searches cannot be guaranteed at all; they are merely data summaries, at most giving you a general direction and highlighting the principle that "I dare to answer any question you dare to ask."
For example, when Mordred asked Morgan about the exact location of the other Primarchs, she said they were in the Milky Way. But when asked about the specific location, she couldn't say, indicating that the data was missing and no Daemon had seen the Primarch.
Now that things have come to this, Mordred can only accept the fact that she traded two skulls for a useless clone. After all, the kid may be a bit dim-witted, but he's got real strength. He can shatter Adamantium armor with a single blow, so smashing someone's head would be even easier, right?
Looking at the Golden Giant who was still pretending to be dead beside him, Mordred suddenly felt like he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember what it was.
Fortunately, Atlas still has reliable people around. While organizing supplies, the Khan suddenly discovered a large shipping container without any markings.
Driven by a thirst for secrecy, the Khan secretly brought the box back to his dorm, and then an indescribable stench filled the entire hallway.
Looking at his two sons, whose eyes were lifeless and who hadn't uttered a single word since waking up, even the Emperor was helpless and utterly unable to cure these two fierce snow-eating men.
The only way to get rid of that supernatural stench is to repeatedly burn it with Psychic Power.
"Father, I am no longer clean!"
"I am Rogal Dorn."
"I was so stupid, so very stupid. Why did God have to do this to me?"
"I am Rogal Dorn!"
They kept repeating the same few sentences over and over. Magnus became completely withdrawn, and Dorn couldn't even speak anymore, only repeating his own name.
Anyone would feel this way after eating a bellyful of delicious food. Even Mordred, who doesn't care about raw or cold food, couldn't stand the terrifying experience of being forced to drink thick soup. But leaving these two idiots here to shut themselves off wasn't a solution. Mordred was still waiting for them to work for him. After discussing it with Old Man Huang, they finally decided to take drastic measures.
As the saying goes, the one who tied the knot must untie it. Since their autism was caused by their obsession with eating snow, they need to counteract it with an equal amount of something.
And wouldn't you know it, Morgan just happened to be able to locate the Daemon's position.
With the Emperor as a powerful figure backing them up, it was easy to capture a large number of Nurgle sprites that smelled bad and tasted even worse.
"Mordred, are you sure this will really work?"
"Don't worry, Old Man Huang! Look at the way they're behaving now, they're clearly having withdrawal symptoms. Maybe they'll crave this. This is called food therapy!"
"Hurry up and get to work. You hold down Dorn, and I'll hold down Magnus."
Anyone with a normal mind would have stopped this ridiculous plan, but the problem is that there isn't a single normal person in Atlas. As for the Emperor, he's even less normal than Atlas.
Soon, the tender broth made from Nurgling was served. Just smelling it caused Dorn and Magnus to have a stress reaction, shouting and yelling:
"Get out of here! What are you doing? What are you doing? Take it away!"
Father, why are you doing this to me? Second Brother, no! Glug glug---
The rest is history. After being fed repeatedly throughout the night, the two Primarchs had incredibly clear eyes, as pure and carefree as saints, without a trace of worldly desire.
Even Dorn has learned how to speak tactfully, indicating that he no longer needs treatment and is cured!
Whether it's good or bad is unknown, but if they keep pouring it in, not only the two of them, but even Mordred and the Emperor are holding them down won't be able to take it.
Seeing that his offspring had returned to normal, the Emperor vanished instantly, leaving the three of them staring at each other, none of them speaking first.
In the end, Magnus was the first to break down, collapsing onto the table and sobbing uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down his face. Dorn felt terrible watching him.
"That's enough, you two! It's just a couple of bites of fruit. This is nothing Second Brother! I've eaten things countless times more terrifying than this. Do you think this little setback will make you cry your eyes out?"
Dorn was alright; his strong mental fortitude allowed him to quickly accept the fact. But Magnus was different. Ever since he awoke, he had been tricked into eating excrement, and after decades of that, he was completely tainted by it.
Perhaps suddenly remembering something, the one-eyed Sunburned Ogryn subconsciously touched his missing right eye.
If the entire illusion is fake, a complete scam, then who was he making the deal with, and was the price really just an eye?
An indescribable unease made Magnus consider using Psychic Power to make a prophecy, but he immediately dismissed the idea as soon as it arose.
Some things might weigh less than four ounces without being weighed, but once they are, they could easily weigh over a thousand pounds.
With his Dao Heart shattered, Magnus was in a terrible state. Even his skin began to turn pale, and in just a few seconds, his Sunburned Ogryn turned into Ash-Grey Ogryn.
Before Magnus could fully mutate, Dorn, who was the first to notice the anomaly, punched him in the face and pinned his hands and feet down.
"Second Brother, quick, Magnus has had another attack, feed him some soup!"