Big Brother's Golden Throne, Second Brother's Brass Throne
On the bridge of the Emperor's Dream, the Emperor looked somewhat helpless as he watched Mordred slump onto the sofa like a salted fish, frantically rubbing Dataslate with his Daemon pet.
"Can't you act like a Warmaster for once? All you do is play your crappy game. You've completely disgraced the Primarchs."
"Ugh, can't you see I'm protecting the empire? Go play somewhere else."
In the blink of an eye, Mordred made a mistake and was killed by the "Stubborn Dorn" controlled by the opponent with Bloodrage.
Seeing his own character utterly pathetic while the opposing War God 88 was wreaking havoc, Mordred a pang of disappointment. He handed the Dataslate directly to Valdor, who was silently watching from the sidelines, as he engaged in a true 1v1 duel with the Khorne.
Mordred is playing a game called * Galaxy Brawl *, a 5v5 tower defense game where each hero is based on a real person, including but not limited to Primarch, Arch-Magos of Adeptus Mechanicus, Space Marines, and Xenos.
Even Daemon.
Indeed, in order to avoid being caught off guard when facing Chaos in the future, Mordred ingeniously stuffed intelligence into the game, along with a large number of Xenos races that he could remember.
Upon its release, Galaxy Brawl became a sensation throughout Atlas and, with the deployment of Divine Seal Terminal, gradually spread to every household.
Mordred originally intended to use the Divine Seal Network to reduce the cost of learning, allowing ordinary people in the Empire to also have access to basic education, but he clearly underestimated the lazy nature of humanity.
Free educational materials go unstudied, but people are playing games with gusto. Even with high-priced game skins, there are always whales willing to spend money to acquire them, the most outrageous of which is the War God 88.
Good Year is an incredibly powerful and arrogant Chaos God. Mordred doesn't understand why this guy is like a robot, appearing everywhere.
He's the one who brags in chat groups, the one who posts silly short videos, and even the one who Live Broadcast fighting Xenos. One Atlas even received a donation from the Top Gifter during Live Broadcast because of his bravery in battle.
They gave this unnamed Atlas a red scarf, made of dog hair!
To curb its arrogance, Mordred banned over 70 accounts and significantly altered the game data.
They nerfed the heroes that Khorne liked like crazy, but now they're all nerfed to a pulp and he still can't beat them.
Mordred tightened her red scarf, her eyes glazed, and she couldn't help but think of the days when Sally filled in for her.
He could no longer cower behind the little kid like before.
"Valdor, are you even good enough?! Even a kid can beat you. What a waste of your size."
Perhaps seeing a new blue ocean market, the Chaos God, constrained by the Veil Barrier, found a new way to reap the rewards and poured directly into the Divine Seal Network.
The Daemon, perhaps bored out of their minds, have transformed into fan club followers, forming four major factions. Apart from the Eternal Holy War, they have found a new battlefield, with the entire internet filled with users hurling insults at each other.
The good news is that Mordred no longer needs to worry about the security of the Divine Seal Terminal; anyone who dares to damage the router is essentially provoking everyone.
The bad news is that Divine Seal Network is a complete mess; you never know what kind of weirdo is chatting with you across the internet cable.
There was once a human captain Marcus from Thalassa who, due to his bizarre aesthetic sense, became famous for his unparalleled philanthropy and attracted many online girlfriends.
Logically, such a playboy should have been dealt a severe blow, but who knew this God-Human would manage to resolve all relationships so well?
He found a wild and untamed world and met about 10 girlfriends.
But that's not all. These so-called 10 girlfriends, each a poet, included but not limited to Grey Ogryn, Felids, Ratman, Necron, Orks, Black sprouts, White sprouts, Wild sprouts, and many other races whose names were known and unknown. Yet Marcus, with his superhuman charm, managed to take his entire family flying far away.
By the time this report reached Mordred's ears, the great Captain Marcus had already fled, perhaps with a few more servants, becoming a legendary man, leaving behind only an incomprehensible message:
"Love is not such an inconvenient thing! The great Marcus Sicarius never backs down; I will surely spread the sacred human gene throughout the world."
With another kill sound effect, before Valdor could nearly crush the data plate in his rage, the Emperor snatched it away; he could no longer tolerate it.
"What a disgrace! A Primarch and a Marshal of the Adeptus Custodes, getting utterly crushed in a video game! I suspect you two have lost your minds. Get out of my way, let me handle this!"
For the first time, Mordred was completely speechless after being criticized. She gave up the sofa and went to play cards with the useless Corn Elves with a blank stare. She also invited the Little Cat to play Dou Dizhu (a card game).
If Mordred was a noob, then the Emperor was a limited edition noob, only managing to survive two more health potions than Master Mordred before being cleaved to death by the Stubborn Dorn controlled by the War God 88.
However, as Perpetual has existed throughout human history, the Emperor did not care about this. Instead, he felt that he was killed because he was not familiar with the mechanics.
"That's interesting, let's try again!"
After the black-and-white movie ended, the Emperor, who was now controlling Mordred, was much more reliable. Even though he still died a few times, he ultimately escaped with a sliver of health thanks to his experience as a seasoned player and slowly wore down the War God 88.
It should have ended here, but unexpectedly, the other party sent a message:
Please, you're too weak!
You've made such significant progress in just a few minutes, which makes me admire you even more! Is the scarf still suitable? If you don't like it, Dad will knit you another one!
"???""
The Emperor sensed something was wrong. He thought to himself that his Old Man had died long ago, so who was this bastard who dared to call him "father"? But soon he noticed the red scarf around Mordred's neck. This dog had actually recognized a different father behind his back.
"Who are you?"
"Who am I? Haha, I thought you recognized me a long time ago. But it's alright, since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you."
As the battle cries of 8888 Bloodthirsty Demon rose, crimson text appeared on the screen:
"War, killing, destruction, hatred."
Courage, competition, determination, honor.
"Eightfold Path, Eightfold Trial"
"Rage burns in the abyss, the world trembles with my power. Beneath the shadows, all things turn to ashes!"
?
"I am the creator of war, the embodiment of killing and glory, unstoppable and indefensible. I am destiny, I am Khorne!"
In the past, the Emperor might have become weak, but as the Great Crusade progressed, he was no longer the ignorant fool who could only steal flames and repeatedly test the edge of the chessboard.
Power is the very reason to be king. Does he really think Neos is some incompetent husband who just sleeps all the time, like in a porn movie?
"I am the Emperor!"
"..."