Just Playing Around

Sanguinius was indeed a paragon of Great, Bright, and Correct; no matter how Mordred tried to persuade him, he refused to join his Second Imperium.

Especially when he learned that he was to be made emperor, he was furious and said thank you for the invitation, but he would never want to hold any position related to the emperor in his life, as he always felt that it was very unlucky.

Seeing that this guy wouldn't budge despite being persuaded, Mordred gave up on trying to trick him into joining the group, assuming that he was just ignorant and unaware of Atlas's true strength.

Now that things had come to this, Mordred, who had wanted to be more subtle, stopped pretending and directly led his good brothers to the Baal Wasteland. Under the clear, foolish gazes of the Blood Angels, Mordred pointed to the aid station set up by the Ninth Legion in the distance and said:

"Brother, although you have unified Baal and brought order and stability to humanity, the true future is not like this. This is what you can do, but it is what we, Atlas, can do."

"???"

Everyone was puzzled, wondering what had gotten into the Warmaster again, but soon they saw countless shooting stars streak across the sky.

The sonic booms generated by the burning atmosphere roared, and countless spaceships appeared on the horizon, even obscuring the sun with this man-made force.

Seeing the utterly shocked Sanguinius, Mordred reached out and gently closed his mouth, asking with a smug look:

"This is Atlas, this is the Sky-Supporting Giant, this is what makes me an Imperial Warmaster. I'll give you one more chance, do you want to join my—"

"Yes, I must join! Second Brother, I was a bit abrupt just now. The Second Imperium is everything I've always wanted; I desperately want to advance!"

He grabbed Mordred's leg and abandoned all pretense. What use was Sanguinius? He was already a member of the Second Imperium.

"Hehehe, good, very spirited. Welcome to the Second Imperium. Next, I'll teach you the glory of Managed Democracy!"

1

As a plan execution enthusiast, Mordred has been quite busy lately. She directly assembled all the ships of Atlas and joined forces with the three legions of the Son of the Emperor, the Iron Warriors, and the Ultramarines to carry out a 30,000-strong strategic airlift.

During this month, the Abomination's communication network was almost overwhelmed by Atlas's Star-whisper Transmission, which greatly exacerbated the sudden death rate among Council of Terra members, leading the Department of Administration to believe that Mordred was about to launch a rebellion.

Fortunately, the title of Warmaster was indeed effective, and no one would really suspect that the Warmaster was rebelling, at least not the Ultramarines. They just thought that Atlas was acting crazy again.

Using the Aeldari Webway as a transit point, Atlas mobilized 75% of his Legion's personnel. Macragge's administrative staff were reassigned one by one, Chemos's production line was directly packaged, and supplies from the Serene World were dispatched by ship, heading to Baal alongside the Iron Warriors.

Thanks to the power of the Divine Seal Network, a total of 1,300 ships of various colors were deployed throughout the Empire, and the deployment was completed in less than half a month. Atlas could be seen everywhere, and black ships with the Character Mark A were everywhere.

Despite being universally loved, Sanguinius, fresh back in the Empire, was rather naive and only found the sight of countless ships in the sky impressive.

It's impossible to truly grasp just how awesome it is.

The other Blood Angels are different. Those who have survived to this day are all veterans selected from the bloodbath of Hushan. They know very well how difficult it is to mobilize so many forces.

Mordred wanted this reaction. Atlas had a bad reputation before. Although it wasn't explicitly stated, most people looked down on this kind of behavior—not going to the battlefield but only hauling goods behind the scenes.

They believe that Atlas's current position is entirely due to Mordred's status Imperial Warmaster, which allowed him to gain preferential treatment for his own legions.

But today, Mordred is going to show everyone that the support with the highest economy is the most powerful. He's going to let everyone know that while Atlas may be strong, Mordred is tough!

By establishing a reputation and cultivating a powerful image in the eyes of the Empire, Atlas will gain more advantages in achieving their ultimate goal of Galactic Mega-corporation.

With an arrogant expression, Mordred decisively reached out and pulled up his little brother, while simultaneously closing the Sanguinius's drooling, unseemly chin.

"Ninth Brother, do you see? This is the benefit of joining the Second Imperium. We will have someone specifically evaluate Baal and design a follow-up plan that best suits your development."

There will be no pointless suffering or folly, and before long, the radiation from the entire Baal will be eliminated, turning the yellow sands into oases and spreading forests and grasslands throughout the world.

You can unleash your artistic talents on Baal and make this planet a true home.

Before long, in just a few generations, everyone will be able to proudly call Baal their home planet.

Mordred's description drew the attention of all the Blood Angels, who for the first time saw a glimmer of hope—a scene they, warriors who had spent half a century in slaughter, had never imagined.

But just when you're having a good time, someone always manages to spoil the mood. Ladoron stepped forward and asked a rather unpleasant question:

"But Warmaster, if the Baal people don't undergo hardship and trials, how can they develop resilience and become soldiers in the legion?"

No matter what, we are a legion, and our mission is to launch the Great Crusade!

Surprisingly, quite a few people thought this made a lot of sense, which gave Mordred a toothache. He wondered if these people had some serious illness.

Mordred would have banished this strawberry Canned One to Catachan if he weren't Atlas.

"Kid, it's a good thing you're not my son, otherwise, based on what you just said, I could make you cry like a Gretchin."

Remember this: suffering is never something to be celebrated; the only thing worth celebrating is those who overcome suffering. This is typical outdated and harmful thinking.

Are we supposed to force them to endure hardship, making the new recruits do wilderness survival in the Gobi Desert, repeating my brother's old path, and then having a random life-or-death battle at the end, leaving only a few survivors?"

Everyone who heard this fell silent, including Sanguinius himself; it was clear that they truly believed it.

"Pfft, back then, Old Man Huang was able to summon 20 legions just from Terra. I thought the Terra had some kind of special buff."

With your brain-dead thinking, it's no wonder that recruiting Space Marine is so difficult; you're really wasting your Gene-Seed.

Wait a minute, I have a question for you all: what do you think of Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines?

After a brief silence, no one spoke first, except for Mordred, who was being held by Ladoron:

"Warmaster, His Highness Guilliman is undoubtedly an excellent Primarch, and I am also a Fealty warrior under the Emperor, all for the sake of the Empire."

Exactly, he's quite Ambition!

Ambition?

"That's right, Ambition." To cover up his previous embarrassment, Ladoron said in a serious tone:

"Warmaster, you may not know this, but ever since His Highness Guilliman returned to the Legion, our cousins have changed. They've started hiding in Ultramar and only conducting small-scale expeditions in the surrounding areas. Even we Blood Angels obey His Majesty's orders and go wherever we're told. Only the Ultramarines listen to orders but not to summons."

They even formed the Duchy of Ultramar. This phenomenon of a state within a state says it all. I even suspect that the Ultramarines might betray us in the future.

"I'm sorry, it's really my fault for leaving you with this impression!"

The sudden sound startled Ladoron, and as Mordred released his grip, another pair of large hands lifted him up.

Looking at the towering giant in front of him, clad in cobalt blue armor, Ladoron felt his luck was running out and he was likely going to die.

But he didn't want to die young right after seeing his father!

"Your Highness, I was just joking. Do you think I still have a chance?"

P. S.: My life is at stake. I still have two more days to go, so I need to go to sleep right away.