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Having a group of capable offspring is great; Mordred spends her days either sunbathing and playing video games or conducting heretical experiments, living a very comfortable life.

All of this wonderful life stems from the man behind Mordred — Goff Maine!

Unlike other legions, Atlas does not have any small factions, but if you really look into it, it can indeed be divided into two factions.

One group consists of lazy bums like Mordred, who only bother with food and drink, fighting Daemon when he's in a good mood, beating up Daemon when he's in a bad mood, and occasionally hauling goods or stealing treasures to take home.

This group comprised 90% of Atlas, while the remaining 10% consisted of the Second Company led by Goff.

Due to the unique nature of Atlas, the earliest Space Marine were different from the recruits. They were not implanted with the seeds of other Legions. Instead, they survived those miserable days of being hated by everyone by slowly absorbing soul fragments over several decades.

This resulted in the Atlas Second Company, led by Goff, inheriting the characteristics of the Ultramarines, possessing Guilliman- like style, and being adept at handling political affairs and farming.

Embryonic Killer are everywhere, Atlas has no shortage of fierce warriors. They used to be terrified of poverty, but now that life is better, they don't care about this or that, they just go for the naval gunnery and heavy firepower coverage.

But these young government officials are different; without them, the Serenity 50 Worlds would not be as stable and prosperous as it is today.

In keeping with the family tradition of using anything useful to the extreme, a large number of Gene-Seed containing Guilliman's essence were implanted into the recruits. After ten years of professional training, they were all sent to various planets to manage internal affairs, and Goff was the most unlucky one.

However, with the advent of new technologies, the good days of those lazy, good-for-nothing kids are over. Since they have nothing better to do, they might as well use the Mind Network to provide Computing Power for others.

After delivering a sufficient number of usable Grinder Boys, Imperial Fists became a full-fledged Terra Guardian, spending its time either killing dust in the Sol Sector or in the Webway, effectively becoming a professional dust-killer.

Before Mordred left, nearly 80,000 Lizardmen had already multiplied in the Webway, and countless mushroom forests had sprung up. Given time, you'd better not even think about Daemon raiding the Webway; you'd have to get past that endless lizardmen tide first.

He had originally planned to go out and find Magnus, but who would have thought that this guy would become obsessed with muscle and start a muscle expedition with his Thousand Sons, saying that he wanted to go back and build his steroid homeworld.

Without his good brother, Mordred could only retreat to his own Abomination and begin summoning Atlas for a new round of upgrades, while also mass-producing the Divine Seal Terminal and deploying them outward from Terra.

Looking at the long line of combat brothers waiting in batches to undergo their twentieth modification surgery in the Hive Laboratory, Goff, who had been called over, was moved to tears. He could finally join the others in a fun-filled boarding mission. Anyone who dared to slack off then would be the first to face his wrath.

"See? Your father didn't lie to you. With the Mind Network sharing and the Divine Seal Communication, our Atlas will surely flourish and become the strongest legion in the Empire."

Even if everyone attacks together, Atlas won't be afraid!

"Ha ha ha ha."

Atlas, who was the first to receive the Fel Energy organ transplant, instantly felt the joy of his Primarch, and they all shouted excitedly along with him:

"Father is right, we Atlas are the best, only we can make humanity great again."

"Atlas technology is the best in the world!"

"The old Emperor should abdicate and let our father become Emperor."

"Old Immortal Mord, your magic is boundless, may you reign for eternity, and may you unify the Milky Kiya!" The entire Hive City was filled with a joyful atmosphere, and even the Lizardmen had just joined the legion raised their hands and shouted, "Old Immortal Mord, may you live forever!"

Unfortunately, these happy days did not last long. As a large number of Atlas arrived in Holy Terra, these naive young men, who were quite wealthy and had never experienced the empire's harsh treatment, were targeted.

Perhaps it was just a coincidence, or perhaps it was some pointless political prank; in any case, an Atlas Auxilia got into a fierce fight with a group of gang members while drinking in a beer hall, and it wasn't until two days later that the body was found and placed in front of Mordred.

Looking at the mangled corpse, missing many organs and even its face peeled off, Mordred said nothing and slaughtered their entire hideout that very night.

After skinning and dismembering all the gang members and hanging them from the ceiling to dry like cured meat, he realized that things were not as simple as he had imagined.

Previously, in order to prevent the people of Terra from starving, Mordred transferred a large number of starch synthesizers to the Emperor, hoping that the people here would get better after having enough food. However, unexpectedly, the food distribution points were occupied by gangs.

What's even more infuriating is that most of these gang members were among the first to receive Atlas relief food; they were once starving Civilians who suddenly became exploiters.

Moreover, unlike the gangs of the past that were still relatively sustainable Ruinous Depletion, these new gangs are even more ruthless. They recruit members with an unlimited food supply and physically exploit them, turning the entire cold storage into a place where living organs have been removed.

Mordred refused to believe that the Emperor couldn't see, nor that Malcador was unaware. He had prepared everything, even arranged the work for the emperor, yet it had turned out like this.

Looking at those inferior organ parts that had been completely eliminated by Serenity and would never be chosen by anyone, Mordred felt powerless for the first time. This was followed by intense anger, which led him to summon all the Atlas in orbit and slaughter a large Hive City.

In the days that followed, Mordred went nowhere and spent his days wandering around Terra with a group of Atlas. As soon as the sun went down, he would transform into Batman and enter the Hive City to uphold justice.

Batman has a no-kill policy, while Atlas has a no-lose policy. If you don't want to live a good life, then die. Whenever there is illegal or evil behavior, he will just go and shoot.

After a full month of cleanup, Atlas accomplished what could only be called a great miracle: the Lower Levels Hive City cities were so well-behaved that the security was even better than that of the upper Hive City, and the food shortage on Terra disappeared instantly.

There are no more unlimited relief supplies; to eat, one must work. If one doesn't work,

No one will care if you starve to death.

Looking at the vibrant, newly transformed Hive City before him, Mordred's anger finally subsided somewhat. Everyone was operating perfectly as he had planned, but a nameless rage still lingered, preventing him from being happy.

In a bad mood Mordred could only hide in the bridge every day playing games with Atlas. But he was bad at the game and loved to play, so many of his offspring didn't want to take care of their old father and instead went to play with Sally.

Only the user with the ID "War God 88" was always available, Mordred couldn't compare, getting utterly crushed every time. This led him to start developing games that didn't require much skill.

But whenever the night is quiet, Mordred, covered with the small blanket given to him by his adoptive father, always thinks of the soldier whose body parts were removed and whose face was even peeled off.

"Are you still agonizing over this?" Morgan's head popped out from his chest, looking down at Mordred, who was lying on the sofa.

Mordred, who was about to deny it, finally nodded. For Morgan, the alter ego who had inherited most of his memories, lies were meaningless.

She is like a mirror; she can fool others, but she can't fool her own reflection.

"Yes, even now I haven't asked that soldier's name, but I still can't forget that bloodied and mangled face."

Also, no demons or monsters are allowed in the bed. Get out of here!

Morgan, knew what Mordred was hiding, and she could also enter the Mind Network to sense Mordred's thoughts.

"It's obvious you made a mistake. But the mistake isn't yours, it's the world's." Morgan, now fully emerged from Mordred's body, flapped her wings, pushed aside the twisted Primarch occupying the entire sofa, and said mercilessly:

"It's one thing to fool others, but don't fool yourself. You and I both know that even if you recreate Serenity as you remember her, this is not our world."

But since we're already here, what can we do? Chaos is a pile of shit, but isn't the Empire also a pile of shit? I think you've been fooled by the Emperor; you actually believed the empty promises he made to you."

Upon hearing this, Mordred fell into deep thought. Unbeknownst to him, he had already been in this world for 30 years.

For ordinary Imperial Civilians, 30 years might be longer than a lifetime, but for Primarch, Mordred who might never die, time is utterly meaningless.

Morgan was right. He had spent 18 years transforming Serenity, pouring all the resources Atlas had accumulated into it, just to recreate the world he remembered.

Why am I so conflicted? This is Holy Terra, not my own Serenity, nor is it his home Earth.

If Perturabo were there and saw Mordred in this state, he would surely sigh at How Could, especially since this was her Second Brother; it was truly pathetic.

Fortunately, only Morgan was there. This rebellious fellow had little patience and grabbed his staff, striking him with it.

"Duang!"

Why did you hit me?

"I'm talking to you. Instead of being so emotional, why don't you learn from the Ambition Guilliman? He has 500 Worlds as his backing. Do you? You're just wasting your time, getting all sentimental now. You don't even deserve it!"

"That Yellow Skins, that despicable, smoking thing, what if one day it has a mental breakdown and pins you down on Golden Toilet, whining and whining? Then we'll be together for life."

"No way? Even if Yellow Skins isn't human, it shouldn't be that despicable. I'm—" Mordred lost confidence at the end, but Morgan continued to chime in:

"But what? You're just a Primarch. Let's not even talk about the distant past, just look at Angron. If he hadn't been rescued, the Emperor would have abandoned him and made him a target to lure the Four Merchants, thus ensuring the survival of other more valuable Primarchs."

Snatching the blanket from her, Morgan met those golden eyes with her incredibly wise gaze, forcefully suppressing the old man Mord in terms of presence.

"Neos is just your biological father. Only I will never betray you. If you die, I will die too. This is a contract that is deeper than any other relationship."

"But I can't die at all. Who can kill me? I have connections everywhere. At worst, I'll just surrender—"

"Who should I vote for, Khorne? A coward who can't even be a proper lapdog, or a soft-bodied monster whose left brain is attacking its right brain and who's gone mad with its own delusions?"

"It couldn't possibly be that Purple Mood, could it?! Mom, I don't want you to be utterly humiliated!" Morgan, now even more arrogant, wasn't satisfied with just verbal mockery. Instead, she started rubbing Mordred's head, letting out a strange howl.

Morgan is definitely skilled at counseling others; Mordred instantly stopped being emotional and he grabbed her and started beating her mercilessly.

"You bastard, so this is what you were waiting for! How dare you mess up my cool hairstyle? I'm your master, you really need to be taught a lesson."

Seeing that things were not going well, Morgan tried to escape, but Mordred grabbed his tail and pulled him out of her body. She then grabbed a leather belt and whipped him around, making him scream incoherently.

Fortunately, an order from the Emperor saved Morgan's backside. With the help of the Astronomican, the Yellow Skins used his Invincible Under Heaven psionic Psychic Power discover a new Primarch.

For reasons that cannot be explained, Atlas will accompany them.

What else is there to say? All the Atlas still in Holy Terra began to assemble and sail away from Holy Terra with the Dream Fleet.

Meanwhile, a large, blond man shivered involuntarily, some astronomically far away.

He muttered to himself:

"I always feel like there are countless eyes watching me."