The Grand Plan!

"I was so stupid, so incredibly stupid! Why did I believe you, you bastard?"

He grabbed it and refined it in an instant. Gone was the previous fatherly love and filial piety; all that remained was half of the original body, its head held in the Emperor's grasp.

Mordred's manuscript didn't blow up his backside, it blew up the Emperor's face. It's just that the blast radius wasn't large, otherwise everything would have been destroyed!

Even so, the Golden Giant, now covered in splattered bits of flesh, was no longer as "amiable" as before.

He immediately launched into a tirade of abuse.

"Smack~"

"You piece of trash, tell me! Why was it okay before, but not now? If you can't give me a good answer, I'll throw you into the Six-Ring Harem today and let that piece of trash use you as a toy."

Mordred had no idea why; his head was buzzing, as if he'd been hit by something, and his lower body had been blown off—he was the victim.

Taking the severed half of the body handed to him by the Adeptus Custodes, accompanied by a series of splattering sounds of flesh and blood being joined together, Mordred body was charred black just like the Emperor's, collapsed to the ground, pondering the root cause. He didn't want to be in Purple Mood.

After some recollection and watching the slideshow presented by the Emperor, his mind seemed to have regenerated, and he seemed to understand something:

"It's the Orks! I was able to create the Webway only because I connected to Horus the Second Brother back then. Didn't you learn the technology from the Aeldari? Those Orks are also a degenerate version of the Old Ones Creatures, so they might have a backup of the technology."

Mordred thought about it more and more and it made more sense. The Old Ones had stored a lot of technological knowledge in the Orks genes, which could be reactivated as long as they were stimulated.

In the initial stage, the Orks will use their My Thinking Power to compensate for technical errors, using the Waaaagh force field to make the impossible possible.

It's basically a Bolter assembled from scrap materials and duct tape that can fire normally and has considerable power, highlighting a mysterious aspect.

Once they reached a certain scale, the Orks' creations became more normal. Although they looked crudely made, they were actually more scientific than the Empire, which only knew how to use Brute Force.

After all, only the Orks Dakkajet and the Gunship conformed to aerodynamics, slightly pulling the coffin lid of Newton, who had been repeatedly berserk.

Therefore, the Orks are a particularly mysterious race. You never know if the broken water pipe you poked at has the lethality of a single-molecule self-sharpening bayonet; the difference between the upper and lower limits is huge.

Even if the data of ordinary Orks is incomplete, the two Ork Gods at the upstream terminals must have a complete database. It's just that Mordred is a bot, and his Waaaagh Energy is insufficient to connect to the local area network.

"So, Old Man Huang, your previous reasoning was correct. My prestige isn't high enough, and I'm not powerful enough, so I can't obtain the magical My Thinking Power!"

Those two Ork Gork/Mork even called me a weirdo, and they knocked me back with a single blow."

This answer left the Emperor speechless. He had just said it casually, never expecting it to be true.

Fortunately, Orks are not rare Xenos; there are sealed Orks samples on the Abomination. Now that the cause of the problem has been found, there are many solutions.

After bringing the Emperor back to his lair, Mordred went straight into the laboratory without saying a word, summoning his Servitor to take over the Orks samples he had sealed away.

In the laboratory, surrounded by exotic decorations and filled with various Xenos tissue culture tanks, which, while not exactly blasphemous, certainly emboldened even the Emperor Imperial Truth rage.

Old Man Huang, who had just been splattered with Fel Energy flesh, watched his unfilial Rebellious son bustling about at the lab table, working diligently on his Webway Project, and ultimately held back.

"So what if he's a heretic? At least this unlucky kid gets the job done!"

As the flesh and blood samples were delivered by the Servitor, the green-glowing mechanical prosthetic eyes stared at the two large human figures in front of the experimental table and began recording this precious experimental data.

As a master at manipulating flesh and blood, Mordred once considered building an army of Orks, but due to their excessively high reproductive rate, the idea was ultimately abandoned.

Only a portion of the genome was extracted and combined with Serenity's unique "One-Punch Mushroom" to create the inexpensive and easy-to-use live BOM, the "Jingba Mushroom".

The so-called "Serenity specialty" wasn't real either. The super mushroom that had left Mordred with psychological trauma was actually something the Dar Company picked up from the Warp.

After testing and comparison, this thing is very likely the original ancestor of the Orks. Apart from its explosive Psychic Power lightning, it does not have the terrifying reproductive ability of Orks, which is quite amazing.

That's precisely why Mordred chose the Jingba Mushroom as the main host for this modification. Its poor reproductive ability isn't a disadvantage, but rather its most perfect advantage, plus it has the advantage of being a parent organism.

When it's time to play it safe, Mordred more cautious than anyone else; he doesn't want to create an uncontrollable, insane race.

That's why he terminated the Iron Men Legion project and instead created the Angel of Bliss, which can be used for both military and civilian purposes, leaving only Icarus as the sole Abominable Intelligence.

Although Icarus is Abominable Intelligence, it has now completely merged with the Abomination Machine Spirit.

She's become a real ship girl!

By taking a swipe at everything but not going too deep into anything, the Emperor turned a blind eye to Mordred, and no reports of Dark Angels and Space Wolves teaming up or Atlas receiving rewards without armor at Atlas training grounds came out.

But today is different. In order to build the Webway, Mordred is about to cross the red line he has always guarded so closely and officially create a race.

Using grafting to induce birth, a large amount of genetic information carried in the Orks genes was transplanted into the body of the Mushroom, and frenzied Fel Energy was stuffed into it, relying on Mordred's high-dimensional characteristics to restrain it.

This approach sounds rather unreliable, but what can you do when the Orks guy is a mushroom plant?

Mordred, having thought of this, didn't hide anything. After explaining his ideas to the Emperor, the two discussed it and decided that they had to do it even if it was dangerous. This epoch-making scene was also witnessed by the mindless Servitor.

The two biotech Mekboy join forces once again, father and son united, their combined strength unbreakable, determined to create a congenital, ash-dispelling holy body.

To ensure the accuracy of the experiment, the two first bred a miniature biosphere using the Orks samples. It not only contained the incredibly cheerful Ork Boy, but also a series of silly, edible, and usable food reserves such as the Squigs and the Gretchin.

Then, data simulations were performed on these live samples, breaking down and comparing their genetic effects bit by bit.

However, lofty ambitions could not overcome technological barriers. How could monkeys possibly comprehend the creations of the Old Ones, even if these two giants were the pinnacle of terrifying upright apes— the Ape God!

After two and a half months of data simulation and 114,514 controlled experiments, the two men collapsed to the ground.

During this period, the ashes from the failed experiments they burned could fill an entire football field, but all of them ended in failure.

Genetic experiments are like that; they can't always go smoothly. It's all about patience and hard work. It's much easier than the almost mystical field of materials science research.

Instead of wasting time there, the two went to the Abomination hall for a good meal, then spent half a day resting at the massage parlor on the Lower Levels deck before plunging back into the laboratory.

Creation is far more difficult than destruction. As a weapon of war created by the Old Ones, even if the Old Ones take action, they must follow the basic principles of biological weapons, which are cheapness, controllability, and ease of production. This gives the two of them an opportunity to peek into the truth.

Since the level of expertise is insufficient, let's use the simplest method of exhaustive search. In any case, mathematics will never lie; one is one, two is two, and there will never be a magical logic where the main variable equals six.

To narrow down the possibilities, the Emperor brought in a large amount of supplies and built a small Webway door with a diameter of only ten centimeters in the laboratory, where Mordred was forced to eat poisonous mushrooms for comparison.

Persistence pays off. Using this rudimentary method and after 114,514 simulation experiments, when Mordred felt nauseous at the sight of mushrooms, the two, who were almost numb, finally cracked the genetic code.

But this wasn't the end. To ensure the experimental subjects were completely controllable and wouldn't be assimilated by the Orks, the two Humans used Biochemical Alchemy to perform a secondary processing, mimicking the production model of the Primarch.

Perhaps due to their similarity in type, Angron's genetic sample was quite suitable, significantly enhancing the My Thinking Power and generating a Mind Network unique to Atlas.

Finally, after overclocking and consuming the planetary-level Abominable Intelligence's Computing Power in Icarus for a full six months, the two succeeded.

However, after the experiment succeeded, the two disagreed on what form the final creation should take.

First, we ruled out the Orks design, as it would be problematic if they all looked the same. On that basis, the Emperor, for some inexplicable reason, suggested that since they were digging holes in the Webway, they should be designed as rat-men similar to Felids.

Mordred was puzzled by this, wondering if the Emperor's true form was indeed a Big Rat, and with his own green Fel Energy, wouldn't he be a reincarnation of the Great Horned Rat?

"No, you're a born evil Yellow Skins! Skaven aren't exactly benevolent creatures. That sounds ominous. You're cursing me!"

So, I, the Fel Energy Lord, am the real Great Horned Rat? You deserve to die!

To reject this unappealing plan outright, Mordred hates rats the most. As a northerner, he once went to the south when he was a child and thought he saw a black cat, but when he got closer, he realized it was a big black rat.

I was only eight years old when I witnessed giant flying cockroaches, swarms of mosquitoes, and giant black rats, which left me with a psychological trauma ever since.

However, the mention of the Great Horned Rat reminded Mordred of a rather interesting race. Coincidentally, the Serene World also possessed that genetic sample, which not only perfectly matched the Orks' asexual reproduction method but was also quite Fealty.

Since it's a race I created, I can do whatever I want with it; I'll try to make its appearance as round and cute as possible.

Add a tail too; it makes me feel better.

Soon, the Mycelial Mat transformed from the Jingba Mushroom swelled up with large bulges. As the nascent consciousness awakened from the warm, moist pod and fully transformed into a vibrant life, the cry of the Creator rang in its ears:

"Rexa Warrior, open your eyes! I am Mordred, here for the grand plan!"

"Waaaagh!! For the big plan!"