For Super Serenity

It's no wonder Mordred exclaimed in surprise, because this Golden Toilet is so famous, just like the Brass Throne, Nurgle's Garden, the Crystal Maze, and Slaanesh's Silver Orgy —a renowned tourist attraction.

But the nickname "Golden Toilet" was too offensive, directly provoking the displeasure of the Golden Giant, who kicked Mordred again, grabbed his ear, and yelled:

"You bastard, you're so infuriating! If I die in the future, it'll most likely be because you've angered me to death. This is a powerful Golden Throne, a technological marvel I dug out from the deserts of Asia. How come it's become a toilet in your mouth?"

Perhaps even he himself felt it resembled a toilet. The Emperor kicked Mordred again, knowing it in his heart but knowing it out loud would make him lose face.

Mordred wasn't angry; she'd long been used to the Yellow Skins's wicked nature, and being kicked was nothing to her.

He couldn't feel any pain, but he still pretended to be seriously injured to fool everyone, otherwise this bastard would have used his Psychic Power to force a fight.

"So what are you planning to do with this Golden Throne?"

"Of course, it's for the future of humanity! Once my Webway is completed, I can use the Golden Throne as the activation key, and then the empire will take off!"

Mordred thought this Yellow Skins was setting a flag again, even trying to take off. With your crappy Webway, you'd be more likely to fly.

But the Emperor wouldn't listen to advice. He had a lot of witty remarks on his mind and couldn't stop. He kept praising how great and awesome the Webway he had built was, as if the empire would establish an everlasting legacy as soon as the human Webway Operational.

Mordred felt a sense of familiarity with the name, and then it dawned on him: wasn't this the story of the Qin Dynasty's Second Emperor's demise?

The Great Crusade is equivalent to unifying the six kingdoms, while internal and external troubles are equivalent to the great enemy of Chaos. It's like an old general on a stage; no matter how you look at it, this Yellow Skins seems to have gone mad.

You're a Webway, Mordred would rather travel through the Warp than ride in this junk. Don't blow yourself up one day.

Seeing his Rebellious son's lack of ambition, the Emperor said little, knowing that one day he would prove his decision correct.

"So, for the Webway Project to succeed, you'd better spit out everything you've eaten over the past few years. I'll pay you back when you grow up."

"What?"

"Give it back? Even Russ doesn't believe you. You don't have it, and even if you did, I wouldn't support your Webway construction. You're even crazier than me."

It's no wonder Mordred was so disrespectful; the human Webway constructed by the Emperor was simply too crude. Calling it a dirt road was an understatement. At best, it's usable, but that's all it is.

The Webway created by the Old Ones can isolate Warp Radiation. It is called a highway, but it is more like a kind of hyperdimensional conduit. This thing expands spontaneously with the Warp tides, just like capillaries.

It is home to countless races that have multiplied and thrived, and some areas are even large enough to house an entire planet or galaxy.

The Emperor's creation is nothing short of a bomb, so crudely made it comparable to the creations of Orks. If the Webway were to explode, the entire Holy Terra should no longer be called the human homeworld; it should be renamed the Eye of Terra.

But the Emperor, a gambling addict, didn't care about any of that. He was only hoping that the Webway Operational and humanity would take off. Even knowing it was true, he still stubbornly denied it.

"Mordred, my proudest son, come on, brother, let's have a go! I've always dreamed of having Webway of our own for humanity. As long as we, father and son, are of one mind, I will nominate you as emperor once the empire takes off."

Seeing this bastard start acting shamelessly again and making empty promises, Mordred was at his wits' end.

"Shut up! Let whoever wants to be emperor be it. I don't even want to be Warmaster. Besides, I really have no savings. All the resources have been spent on minting coins and improving people's livelihoods."

"How could that be!" The Emperor may have low emotional intelligence, but he was not low in IQ. He and Malcador reconciled their accounts and found that Atlas had already acquired a huge amount of resources by confiscating property and collecting taxes. It was impossible for them not to have any wealth.

Actually, this is still an underestimate. The raids were just a small part of the profits. Atlas's real money came from its smuggling business. With its low loss rate, it seemed like they were throwing away billions in subsidies, but in reality, they were pocketing the losses from both sides.

They'd go back, change the Paint Scheme, and claim it was produced by Atlas themselves, repeating this cycle endlessly, having a great time.

However, in order to avoid incurring significant losses, Mordred still pulled out his Dataslate, summoned the Adeptus Custodes nearby to testify on his behalf, and began playing Super Serenity recruitment video.

As a catchy, jingling tune began to play, the icon for legitimate broadcasting flashed, and Mordred, dressed in an Atlas- style trench coat over a stretchy vest, appeared in the center of the screen:

Haha, does this look familiar?

This scene is playing out all over the galaxy right now; the next one could be you—unless you can make the most important choice of your life. (A burst of rousing music)

Prove to everyone that you have the strength and courage to pursue freedom.

Atlas, become Super Serenity elite, and Spartan warrior in the peacekeeping force.

Slaughter the brutal and vile Xenos creatures, extend Managed Democracy to the entire empire, become a hero, become a legend, become Atlas!

Amidst Super Serenity, all world representatives raised their right hands, and a little girl carrying a rifle ran to the crowd and spoke to the camera:

"Warmaster, I want to Atlas too! I want to defend the Empire!"

"Haha, well done, Jill! Even little Jill has chosen to Atlas, what are you all waiting for?"

Call the Atlas recruitment hotline now to help protect our beautiful, prosperous, and Super Serenity!

Hey ha, long live Atlas!

Waaaagh!!"

The short film ended, followed by various promotional videos of the Serenity 50 Worlds. The Emperor remained silent for a long time, seemingly understanding something, while the Adeptus Custodes beside him fanned the flames.

"Your His Majesty, the Serenity Sub-sector is indeed a wonderful place, renowned far and wide for its environment, landscape, and even its abundance."

They're closing in on Macragge, and as for Terra... well, that's hard to say!

Mordred retrieved the Dataslate and patted the slightly hunched Emperor on the shoulder. "See? I've invested all the resources into the construction of our home base."

Our Atlas treatment is among the best in the entire Empire. Otherwise, why do you think I'd be a war strategist and take the blame? I'd rather do something useful than waste my time messing with your trashy Webway. If you just went out and took a look, the Terra wouldn't be living such a miserable life.

An empire without people is meaningless, you ignorant Yellow Skins.

If it were anyone else, they might have been devastated, but who is the Emperor? He didn't reflect on his actions at all. Instead, he clung to Mordred's coattails, saying that since Serenity is so wealthy, you have even more power to help me repair the Webway, completely shameless.

Unable to shake him off or beat him in a fight, Mordred was so annoyed that he quickly offered a half-baked solution.

"Old Man Huang, have you ever heard of the Three Artifacts of the Old Ones?"