It's the Golden Toilet, we're saved!

Mordred was once again reminded of one fact: he could never beat the Yellow Skins no matter what, and could only be beaten to the ground.

This bastard is just like a brainless Long Aotian. Before, I could at least put up a fight with him, but now he's completely stopped pretending.

Mordred still needs to accumulate experience through snacking, while this guy is completely unreasonable, like he's taken some superfood, getting stronger every day.

"Could it be that Neos is the main character and I'm just a supporting character? That doesn't make sense!" Mordred was floating in near-Earth orbit waiting for his offspring to rescue him, couldn't help but question his existence.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't come up with a solution and eventually had to give up.

This scene sent chills down the spines of Dorn and Magnus; they weren't so physically robust as to survive being blasted apart by Arctic glaciers.

An enraged Emperor is truly terrifying; it's chilling to watch. Before, I only thought about how my father loved me, and I loved my father, but I never imagined the old man would be so powerful. Is he even human?

Second Brother, please don't die! What will we do if you die? You can't hit us!

Fortunately, Atlas knew that his Primarch had been eating them for a long time, and the Black Knight Guard were familiar with the process, so it didn't take them long to bring their father back.

Having been beaten for no reason, Mordred was even more upset. He collapsed to the ground, refusing to get up, and simply pretended to be dead.

But he could fool others with this appearance, not the Emperor. Having just finished settling accounts with Malcador, he was furious. He took two steps forward, stomped on Mordred's buttocks, and even ground them hard.

"You bastard, stop pretending to be dead! Since you created the Divine Seal, then cover the entire empire with it. If you can't do a good job, you can forget about being Warmaster and get out of here on the Great Crusade!"

Mordred was still trying to find an excuse, looked up and saw the Emperor's dark face. He had no choice but to agree.

"Tch, do you really think I want to be Warmaster?"

"What did you say?"

"I say Your His Majesty's insight is brilliant!"

The Emperor knew perfectly well that Mordred a scoundrel who demanded bribes and kickbacks, but what could he do when Mordred was so good at making money? Without Atlas's exploitative practices, the progress of the Webway would be greatly reduced.

But this bastard ate way too much; he's completely stubborn and now he's stuck in two places at once. We can't use it or not, we have to make him vomit it up.

"You Rebellious son, come with me. I have something to discuss with you."

Watching their good brother being taken away by the Emperor, Dorn and Magnus didn't dare utter a sound, fully demonstrating what it means to abandon one another in times of trouble. The young pony even showed early signs of rebellion.

"Dorn, do you think Father won't remove the Second Son from his position as Warmaster? If so, wouldn't I have a chance to become Warmaster too!"

"Are you sure it'll be your turn?" Dorn's words were as concise and clear as ever. The Warmaster Position was not Magnus's to choose from.

Even he himself knew it.

"Forget it, it's more suitable for my Second Brother to Warmaster. At least he can fight for the interests of the legion and receive a share of the profits every year. I don't want to be overshadowed by those mortals."

The two looked at each other in silence, both able to see the concerns in each other's eyes. After all, the Council of Terra did not have Space Marine seats, and the Warmaster was the only position that the Legion could reach.

The reason Atlas could act with such impunity was not only because Mordred was the Imperial Warmaster, but because they allowed others to live as well as themselves.

Every day, a large number of refurbished and even Atlas -marked cargo ships fly to various legions, Forge World in secret cooperation with Atlas for smuggling and trafficking.

Regardless of whether these supplies are legal or not, whether they touch upon Imperial Truth, or whether they are Xenos technology, they are still faster than those allocated by the Department of the Munitorum. They are characterized by large quantities, ample supply, and even after-sales warranty.

After this shady business was legalized and formalized, the only one to suffer was the Mars Adeptus Mechanicus. Not only did a large number of low-level sages flee, but the Mars headquarters also became a talent market.

It's not that no one has impeached Mordred, and many are unhappy with Atlas, but Master Mordred employs physical diplomacy; people simply disappear upon approaching him, and he grants them a seat in the Penance Mech.

Moreover, among those who joined the smuggling ring were two members of the Council of Terra from the Serenity race, eight Arch-Magos of the Forge World, and four Primarch.

Even the Mars Mechanicus, who were simultaneously cursing Mordred as a scoundrel while seizing market share, secretly received a substantial share of the profits.

From top to bottom, everyone was one of his own. During his eight years as Warmaster, Mordred built a vast network of relationships that radiated outwards from the periphery of Serenity, forming an unbreakable Serenity 50 Worlds.

Everyone says Guilliman Ambition, but Mordred is no less so; he's even stopped acting altogether.

"Alright, Second Brother has done a great job, I'm hoping to join the clique and get a share of the profits. But speaking of which, Dorn, would you be interested in putting sunscreen on me?"

Meanwhile, just as Dorn was contemplating whether to kill Magnus with a single sword strike, Mordred, who had been taken away by the Emperor, was not dismissed at all. Instead, she traveled to the Imperial Palace in a shuttle and re-entered the underground Hive City.

Unlike the previous research institute, this time the Emperor led him into the core area, into the empire's most important secret.

Seeing Mordred's dumbfounded expression, even the Emperor felt a sense of satisfaction. Serves you right for looking down on this and that; now you're terrified when you see my Webway!

To everyone's surprise, Mordred showed no envy whatsoever, only disdain.

"Old Man Huang, I must say, your mud-working skills are truly exceptional. If I didn't know this was Webway, I would have thought it was some savage's dirt road. All you've accomplished in all these years is this?"

Mordred was a worldly man; even though the Webway built by the Old Ones had fallen into disrepair and was dilapidated, one could still see its former glory—it was a veritable highway.

The Webway built by the Emperor was so shoddy that calling it a dirt road would be an understatement; it was so poorly constructed that it was practically just a roadside ditch.

But even the Emperor has something to say. What level are those Old Ones at? What level am I at? It's good enough that they're useful, why are you being so picky?

"Shut up, you piece of trash! If you're so ignorant, don't spout nonsense. Have you even used Webway?"

"Huh? You've used it before?"

The Golden Giant looked proud, even puffing out his chest, indicating that he had not only used it, but also visited the former galactic capital with a friendly Xenos friend, and studied in that region called Commorragh.

"So, you didn't go to the massage parlor for a massage, you went there to learn the techniques!"

Upon hearing this, the Emperor immediately kicked Mordred and cursed:

"You bastard, you've been acting a bit too cocky lately. Do you really think I'm that bad? It's precisely because I've witnessed the Webway that I'm convinced it's the key to humanity's revival. I'll show you something amazing."

Following the Emperor's left and right turns, Mordred arrived at a high platform and saw the treasure that Old Man Huang had called a good thing.

Countless pipes stretched downwards, then upwards from the Webway, piercing through the Himalayas, and finally connecting to a colossal throne.

The striking golden shape immediately startled Mordred, who blurted out:

"Holy crap, Golden Toilet!"