0.o Could I Really Be a Genius

The so-called Three Divine Artifacts refer to three ancient artifacts created by the Old Ones Psychic Power giants: the Tuchanka Engine, the Ouroboros, and the Heart of Plague.

Based on fragments of information Mordred had heard, these three ancient artifacts were less like the Three Divine Artifacts and more like three disassembled parts.

When these three elements are combined, they can create rifts connecting space and time, carving out a spacetime tunnel similar to Webway between reality and Warp.

However, Mordred was playing games in his dorm at the time, and even though he was AFK in the fountain, he didn't choose to surrender. Then his good buddy pinned him down and he didn't hear Lobster and Crow's conversation. As a result, he only has a vague understanding of what they were talking about. He only remembers that these three things can be combined to make Webway Shield Tunneling Machine.

Even with limited information, Mordred vaguely remembered that this thing was eventually kidnapped by a Daemon named Vashtorr, who, along with the Victorious in a Hundred Battles Abaddon to launch a surprise attack on the Empire.

Having gained some more strange knowledge, the Emperor hurriedly asked, "Then do you know where these Three Divine Artifacts are? Bring them here quickly!"

"Of course... I don't know!"

Mordred wondered if the Emperor had some serious illness. If he really knew the exact location of the Three Divine Artifacts, he would have already made his own Webway and played with it. Why would he need to watch Mordred make his own mud path?

However, this did not stump the Emperor. As a true Psychic Power primitive, if he couldn't find it, he could still make a prophecy. He immediately pulled out a set of Tarot Cards and started singing and dancing.

This was a sight that even Mordred, and the Emperor Adeptus Custodes who had served the Emperor for many years, had never seen before. They all gathered around, dumbfounded, watching their His Majesty perform some kind of shamanistic ritual.

The Emperor had been jumping around for a full half hour, and Mordred had already played two hands of cards with the Adeptus Custodes, yet he was still jumping around incessantly, clearly unable to predict the exact location of the Old Ones Creature.

Unwilling to give up, the Yellow Skins started playing its tricks again, asking its future self for a loan. Since it couldn't find the location of the artifact, it directly predicted how to build the Webway more quickly.

After changing the target of the prophecy, the tarot cards indeed reacted strangely, with a beam of black light flying out and hitting Mordred squarely on the forehead.

Their eyes met, and the Emperor's gaze was filled with suspicion. Only Mordred, oblivious to the situation, assumed that the Yellow Skins was taking its anger out on him and continued playing cards with the Adeptus Custodes.

Playing cards is truly a wonderful thing. Mordred didn't realize it before, but now Mordred does. These Adeptus Custodes are indeed extraordinary; they are all skilled card players, with Little Cat being the most outstanding among them.

What he didn't know was that the Emperor made 12 more prophecies, each one pointing to Mordred, or rather, to his own head.

As everyone knows, the construction of the Webway involves Psychic Power, but no matter how much the Emperor pondered, he couldn't see any Psychic Power talent in this bastard. Mordred only pollutes the environment and then, like a fool, throws his shit-like Fel Energy around.

It's not the theft itself that's worrisome, but the fact that someone has their eye on you. Watching Mordred distort reality with his Fel Energy and begin cheating by stealing cards, the Emperor suddenly remembered something: Mordred not only had human genes, but also Aeldari and various Xenos elements within him.

Then, recalling Atlas's strange habit of letting out a loud shout for no reason, the Golden Giant's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"My dear Second Son, would you like your father to take you to the Webway construction site for a look?"

Looking at the weasel emitting a creepy laugh and staring at him with its big face contorted in Yellow Skins, Mordred felt a chill run down his spine. Why was this thing's tone so strange? Was it trying to trick him?

"No, I have no interest in the Webway. We Atlas have an Aeldari; we don't need your crappy path."

Normally, the Emperor would have Mordred for colluding with Collusion with Xenos, but this time, instead of striking him, he affectionately patted Mordred's head.

"It's nothing! Just a bean sprout. That's clearly Psychic Power- specialized Abhumans. No need to worry about it!"

Upon hearing this, Mordred panicked. His eyes darted around as he continued, "Then I don't want to be Warmaster anymore. Being stalked every day makes me feel like someone is watching me in my sleep."

The Emperor remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but his fist hardened slightly, indicating that he would do so next time.

Seeing that this guy might have really changed his ways, Mordred's demands became increasingly outrageous, until finally he even said, "Call me 'Dad'!"

This time, the Emperor could no longer tolerate it. He snatched a powered halberd from a nearby Adeptus Custodes and stabbed it into the wound. Accompanied by a piercing scream, he twisted the halberd handle and cursed:

"You bastard, stop wasting my patience with your nonsense. You're going today, whether you like it or not."

Without giving him a chance to speak, the Emperor, holding the Mordred skewers, headed to the Webway construction site and planted them on the side of the site.

This delighted the group of Mechanicus, who thought, "You damned Mordred, you've finally met your match! Seeing this is worth the price of admission, even if you die."

But Mordred's little tricks couldn't escape the Emperor's notice; the halberd didn't even penetrate, it was directly clamped between those two bulging gluteal muscles.

Only the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, Little Cat, out of concern for his weapon and fear that the halberd might be damaged, stepped forward and pulled out the Imperial Warmaster.

"Good brother, if I'd known, I wouldn't have cheated and stolen your cards."

Hearing this, the Little Cat felt a little regretful, but being honest and kind, he didn't hold it against them. As long as Atlas continued to release new Angel of Bliss, losing a couple of hands was no big deal.

Time passed step by step. Watching the group of Mechanicus repeatedly hammering at the broken edge of the Webway with strange devices, spending a huge amount of resources to build a small section of Webway fragment.

Mordred felt a surge of unease, his emotions fluctuating. Emerald Lightning crackled in his hair, and he felt dazed, wanting to steal something for a thrill.

The Emperor quickly noticed this anomaly. From his perspective, Mordred was now completely green, glancing greedily at the building materials. His eyes were glazed over, and he had already begun to reach out and grope.

But just as he was about to touch those incredibly precious building materials, the Emperor reached out and grabbed Mordred's head.

Their eyes met, and Huang Second Son, whose little hands weren't clean, chuckled twice, "Shy, I was just touching you, why are you so anxious? But speaking of which, I feel like there are a lot more things in my head, this Webway thing of yours doesn't feel right!"

"What's wrong with it?" The Emperor felt he had found the final answer, but the answer was somewhat beyond his imagination.

Mordred couldn't quite put his finger on the feeling, but he always felt like he knew something about it. However, the more he thought about it, the more dizzy his head became.

In a daze, Master Mordred seemed to see two incredibly huge Orks giants wrestling passionately in the sandpit. Their sly eyes, philosophical movements, and rather lewd beady eyes all indicated that the two were the epitome of the best.

A sudden Psychic Power connection brought Mordred to the Orks network, and stimulated by the environment of the Webway construction site, he snatched the tools from the Mechanicus's hand and, without thinking, went to the gap in the Webway.

With a flash of lightning, the material was rapidly filled into the opening, and soon a small Webway shell grew out. The whole process was mysterious, and no one could understand it.

Perhaps it was Mordred's strangeness as an outsider—neither as green as the average kid nor as Waaaagh as the average kid—that drew the attention of the rather cunning Mao Ge.

Even the incredibly intelligent Mao Ge couldn't figure out what this strange thing was. Only Gao Ge, being the most cunning, took advantage of Mao Ge's momentary lapse in attention and struck it on the head with a stick.

The Gao Ge who had the upper hand cast a rather appreciative glance at Mordred, who didn't know why, but he could sense the appreciation in those particularly lewd little eyes.

Before he could think it through, the furious Mao Ge suddenly appeared behind him and slapped him back to reality, the sound of a curse mixed with Orks Li language still faintly audible in his ears:

"Where did this white kid come from? He's got no spirit, not at all Waaaagh!"

When Mordred Opened Eyes again, his head was buzzing and he felt incredibly weak. Then he saw the extra section of the Webway shell.

"Did I make this?"

"That's right, although I hate to admit it, it seems like this is what you made."

After saying that, the Emperor's right eye projected a live video of Mordred's madness. In the video, Master Mordred was holding a pile driver and pounding back and forth at the gap in the Webway, yelling strangely, and managed to pry out a small section of the Webway shell.

"0. o Am I really a genius?!"