Compared to the Great Crusade, I Like You More

Slaanesh's move was truly ruthless; Mordred was finding it hard to withstand. Not only him, but even the Emperor was as if he had eaten snow.

"His Majesty has actually been colluding with Xenos! It was the Warmaster who betrayed the Aeldari's Webway." Who can one reason with this?

From the very beginning, Mordred suspected Sally was a spy sent by Slaanesh; what normal kid would spend their time in the Underhive?

Not to mention that the name isn't even being used for acting anymore.

Why is it that Hive City I encounter thugs trying to extort me? Why is it that after I beat those thugs to a pulp, a little brat like you appears?

Because the script was so poorly written, Master Mordred didn't even feel like complaining and treated Sally like a child laborer without any qualms.

As per the plan discussed with the Emperor, I was to draw fire for the other Primarchs and buy as much time as possible to ensure the Great Crusade could proceed.

On one hand, Mordred has the ability; on the other hand, the Emperor is just too useless.

Unlike the Yellow Skins humans prayed for for 10,000 years in later generations, the current Old Man Huang only wields his power in the Physical World. Even his Sanguinius round investment was obtained through deception, and he is far from having the overwhelming strength to overpower the Four Merchants.

Since Sally was a target delivered right to his doorstep, Mordred took her with him at all times, treating her the same regardless of whether she was Greater Daemon or some other strange creature.

If it weren't for the fact that this little thing could go toe-to-toe with Khorne, Mordred would have taken care of it long ago.

She's human, yet she has Eldar characteristics; she's Aeldari, yet she's more like Warp fragment. Mordred still doesn't understand what she is.

After Sally's meddling, the two big guys lost their will to continue arguing, but this wasn't a compromise, so they decided to each take a step back.

The Divine Seal can be used, but its scale must be reduced to a point where its Fel Energy radiation is harmless to human perception. Furthermore, its form must be modified; such a physiologically disturbing and bizarre thing is too blasphemous.

The original 13-kilometer-tall Divine Seal Spire was completely demolished, and all materials were recycled. With no other option, Mordred could only begin a proportional replica.

Based on the principle that bigger is better and more is more beautiful, the prototype was designed to rival the Canticle Engine. Mordred believed in his technology, the only drawback being that it would turn Terra into a second Chaos Star.

Under the Emperor's personal supervision, the scale of the Divine Seal was repeatedly reduced, eventually turning from a colossal structure over 13 kilometers high into a mere 50-meter-tall piece of junk.

Its power is not even comparable to Eva Unit-01. It is necessary to build another one at the North and South Poles for parallel resonance in order for the receiving device in the Serenity location to receive the signal. However, even this is not always reliable, which is obviously due to insufficient power.

Looking at the Divine Seal Terminal running stably in front of him, but which was far from covering the entire star sector as he had hoped, Mordred finally accepted the fact.

"Fine, small ones are cute too. We can make up for the quality with quantity and lay them out little by little. But I really don't understand, you Yellow Skins, why did you paint the Divine Seal gold?"

"Because gold is the coolest color!" Emperor snatched the data plate from Mordred's hand, not content with just watching it on a projector screen, he wanted to be the first user.

He randomly selected an ID to dial, and sure enough, after a short delay, Goff's incredibly weak voice came through the speaker, immediately launching into the topic of how the Emperor wanted to kill Mordred.

"Father, our Adamantium reserves are running low. We need to find a way to steal some more from Terra, but we mustn't let old man Malcador find out."

Upon hearing this, the Emperor, without a word, raised his fist and punched Mordred, who had also leaned in beside him. "You dog!"

No wonder so many supplies have been missing lately! Turns out it was you who stole them!

"Shh~ Keep your voice down. What do you mean by 'stealing from someone in charge'? With our relationship, why would we distinguish between 'yours' and 'mine'? I'm just contributing to the Empire, aren't I? Otherwise, how do you think I forged this Divine Seal? Adamantium is the material with the best Fel Energy circulation."

Mordred wasn't lying; Adamantium truly is the material with the lowest Fel Energy loss rate. As for whether he was dishonest and secretly skimped on it, he would never admit it, even if you beat him to death.

Fortunately, the Divine Seal attracted everyone's attention. These country bumpkins, who had never seen the world, simply couldn't understand humanity's dependence on the internet.

Within minutes, these big guys with superhuman intelligence learned how to use the terminal and, without any instruction, mastered the traditional online skills of group chat warfare, online flame wars, spreading obscene images, and insulting entire families.

Even the Emperor who had just been nitpicking was now engrossed in the terminal.

It's important to understand that even the Imperium of Man that entered the interstellar age lacked a stable and inexpensive interstellar communication network. They basically relied on the Warp for Warp and communication, and the Warp was essentially a pile of garbage.

Training a stable and experienced Astropath requires not only a huge amount of resources, but also a great deal of time and effort.

Moreover, due to the inconsistent quality, a message might be distorted after it is sent, and it is very likely that a reply will not be received for more than ten years, and the content will be completely opposite to the original.

And this is only for some warships, or for important worlds where only rare talents like Astropath can be equipped; ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of it.

Terra's men aren't even all ready yet, and you bunch of mistresses are already dreaming of eating swan meat. Go back to your Hive City and start working like snails!

Making phone calls is already so difficult; wouldn't it be amazing to suddenly enter the internet age?

Sure enough, the group of big guys who had entered the modern world were having a blast, clinging to the terminal and refusing to let go.

This is the second and most important step in Mordred's plan: to broaden public awareness.

Unlike the mindless conquest of the useless Harkon, Mordred clearly knew what the Empire's most important asset was: people!

And they weren't the high-ranking nobles, nor the Space Marine who could fight a hundred men single-handedly, but rather the most ordinary, lowly humans.

The Empire's ability to achieve victory after victory in the Great Crusade was mainly due to its large population. Some Xenos races would become extinct after losing a billion or so people, but for humans, losing a billion or so people was like a drizzle, not even a hair.

Having grasped the essence of Chaos, Mordred drew upon the Imperial Truth to conclude that the most powerful counterattack against Chaos was to enlighten the people. However, due to the existence of the Warp, learning was both a luxury and a danger, as one could easily be secretly fed excrement. Fel Energy, on the other hand, was different.

This stuff is a byproduct of Mordred, and it's inherently highly polluting. You can't use one pile of shit to pollute another; slight pollution is only fit to become its nutrients.

Of course, everything has its limits. A highly contaminating source like Chaos God is impossible to prevent; a single terminal can only be turned into a slave. But don't forget, this thing can be connected to a network!

If the Divine Seal is placed in every corner of the Empire, one day its Chaos Energy Corruption will cover the entire galaxy, and at that time even Warp Demon will be deeply affected by it.

What's even more intriguing is that, as a product of extreme thought, the Daemon will only be more strongly influenced, and even Mordred himself dares not imagine what it will become.

As long as he can get his opponents into the same situation as himself, Atlas can use his years of experience to completely crush those stupid Daemon, beat them to their knees, and take them all back to burn as stones.

Just thinking about that beautiful scene made Master Mordred hum a soft hum:

"I laugh at those Tzeentch and foolish, Slaanesh wicked Nurgle, those brainless and dog- Khorne, for I, Mordred, am the only hero in the world."

Hahaha, I am the number one Batuulu of the empire, the advantage is mine!

Just as Mordred began to dream about the future, the Golden Giant next to him, who was holding his terminal, suddenly noticed a video file labeled "Horus Custom," and Magnus and Dorn, who were standing nearby, were also very curious.

"Father, why don't you click to take a look?"

"Yes, yes, my My Lord, we'd like to see it too."

Although it's not right to peek into someone's privacy, the Emperor didn't want to lose face in front of the Adeptus Custodes and his two sons, so he directly opened the document and projected it onto the screen.

"Horu-chan! Hi~ I like you more than the Great Crusade ---"

The audience couldn't hold back any longer after just the opening line, staring at the brown-skinned beauty on the screen, swaying left and right, wearing Golden Laurel Wreath and a miniskirt with the Moon Wolves logo.

Everyone who had purchased the Atlas Angel of Bliss instinctively looked at the large Golden Giant who was trembling and emitting thick black smoke.

Only Magnus was frantically winking, signaling his approaching Second Brother to run. Dorn, terrified, quickly covered Magnus's eyes.

Mordred, however, was completely unaware of the approaching danger and instead drew ever closer.

"Oh? Little Ma, are your eyes bothering you? Dorn, what you're doing isn't right. I have the best eye drops here, second bottle half price!"

Look again at "(~_-)(°-°=)"

The air fell silent instantly. Realizing she might be in danger, Mordred immediately knelt down, just like Sally had been, in the same pitiful state, clinging to the Emperor's leg.

"Father, Father, Father, Horus begged me to do this, and I didn't dare spend a single penny. Can you forgive me this time?"

The Emperor remained silent and continued to peruse the documents. After Horus's creation, he discovered Russ Custom, where Rus was singing and dancing in a fur skirt. Below it were even the names of Lion and Perturabo.

"Hey, didn't you just ask me if I could forgive you?"

"Oh? Really?"

The Emperor pressed Mordred's head down, turned around, and smiled—a smile so radiant that even under the darkness, the corners of his mouth were still visible.

"You must be joking! 100,000 horsepower of Psyker Rotation —Yellow Extreme Explosive Fist."