Trojan Horse, But Golden Giant.

"My beauty! You're surrounded. If you don't want to perish, come over here obediently. Mother is in dire need of a concubine to serve her in bed. You're in luck!"

"Warmaster, he seems to be paralyzed with fear."

"Shut up!" Athena punched the talkative good-for-nothing's head away, crossed her arms, and said arrogantly:

"This is the man who could become my father, Athena! How dare you discuss him here? Don't frighten my royal father!"

Looking at the Randan Xenos that had suddenly teleported in and surrounded him, the Emperor was stunned for a few seconds. The aliens were indeed speaking authentic Gothic, even more authentic than Mordred.

But when put together, the Emperor was a little confused. What did "Father Emperor" mean? Even if he were extremely thirsty, he wouldn't go so far as to attack Xenos!

Could it be? Impossible!

Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps due to the excessive concentration of Fel Energy around him, the Golden Giant did not unleash Psionic Blast that shattered half the continent. Instead, his mind raced as he recalled his short 38,000-year lifespan, yet he still couldn't understand it.

"I do not understand!"

Athena's ingenious idea saved her life. She pointed to herself, then to the Emperor, and finally to the ravaged battlefield where the eagles were fighting:

There's an old saying in Old Terra: "We are all of the same origin, and those who work together are the heroes." I believe you, my beautiful lady, understand the meaning behind it.

Rangdan and humans could have coexisted peacefully. If the two empires joined forces, they would no longer be a match for each other. Moreover, unlike humans,

Our Randan Empire is a matriarchal society. A beauty like you, your genetic sequence will surely satisfy the Empress Kiya!

The Emperor somewhat understood, but it was impossible for him to truly grasp the meaning. The last person to make such a request seemed to be that crazy old woman, Eldar. Clearly, Zheshabifeng was mistaken. "Don't you know who I am?"

"Of course I know. You are the Master of Mankind, the Emperor! And I also know that you have offspring called the Primarch, and that you keep a vicious hound named Roboute Guilliman. Am I right?"

Upon hearing this, the Emperor was utterly astonished. He couldn't understand why Zhuang Sen had managed to lose half his army to this group of idiots. Was the whole world full of morons?

Perhaps out of respect for her future father, or perhaps because the predecessor of the Randan Xenos also had human components, Athena looked at the Golden Giant with increasing satisfaction.

So, what is your answer?

However, let me make this clear in advance: if you disagree, I will take forceful action, and once the deed is done, we'll be family.

This proposal sounds incredible, but it's entirely due to cultural differences. For the Zaidan people, their minds have been imprinted with these differences since their very inception.

The mission of craftsmen is to develop technology, and the mission of soldiers is to kill enemies on the battlefield. Each level has its own goals, and when combined with Mind Network that connects thoughts, the level represents everything.

Just like northerners believe that the south is a warm world with spring-like weather all year round, even in winter it can't get that cold. They think that if the heating is turned on, wouldn't it be unbearably hot?

The truth is that heating is rarely installed in the south, so people have to rely on their own willpower. The cold and damp winter days are like a magical attack, and only air conditioning can provide a little comfort.

According to Athena's logic, as long as the Randan Empire and the Imperium of Man form an alliance through marriage, the Primarch will be her brothers and sisters, and they can win without a fight.

It must be said that the world is full of wonders. If Mordred had been born on Rangdan's home planet, she would have immediately become the Lord of Sorrowful Winds.

In terms of abstract thinking, Emperor is far inferior to Mordred, a player with exceptional talent, but his reputation score makes up for this.

"I'm willing! But---"

"What! You agreed? I thought you'd yell and scream like any other human, spouting some Imperial Truth or something and attacking me! But what?"

"But my offspring won't be as 'easy to talk to' as I am. Hurry up and take me away; I can't wait to meet my future queen."

As he spoke, the Emperor channeled his Psychic Power, amplifying his alluring Charm Aura, and his eyes flashed with an eerie light.

As expected, Athena, being a fellow member of the Psychic Power race, had no doubts whatsoever. Her eyes even filled with tears, and she rushed forward, throwing herself into the Emperor's arms.

"Father!"

Suppressing his physical discomfort, the Emperor used all his strength to suppress the urge to slap the monster to death. He began frantically hypnotizing himself, replacing Athena's image with Mordred's.

It would have been better not to change her. After the change, the Emperor felt that Mordred was more like Xenos than Rangdan. What's even more commendable is that at least the other side would talk about you.

"However, Father, I must correct you. According to our customs, you are the Princess!"

"Phew~"

The Emperor smiled with relief; he had never been so speechless in his life. But before he could even try to fool the big fool Chun in front of him, a loud shout came from behind him:

"My Lord, I have come to your aid!"

A flash of cold light appeared first, followed by a spear thrust like a dragon. Endymion, the Custodian Tribune, vowed to protect the Monarch's honor; he was determined to kill this Xenos with a single thrust of his spear.

"Smack!"

A gleaming Psychic Power slap came down, knocking the Tribune, who had only been cool for half a second, to the ground. Athena watched with even greater excitement and hugged her Good Father tightly.

Conversely, he trembled all over, his Dao heart shattered, and Collapsed on the Ground in a backhand throw posture.

"My Lord, what are you doing? What are you doing? Ah~ I don't want to see!"

"Shut up, La! You're all grown up now. You're no longer the little kid playing on the rocking horse. Run! Go tell Mordred I'm going to the Randan Empire to become Empress and Queen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature around him dropped instantly, and streaks of white frost clung to his body. With a flash of Psychic Power, the Emperor and the few Randan Xenos vanished from the Adeptus Custodes' sight.

Looking at the desolate ruins around her, now empty and deserted, La felt as if the sky had fallen. Her His Majesty had actually gone off to the Xenos Empire to become a queen! No way!

I must notify the War Master immediately.

"What? Say it again! Father actually had an affair with Xenos? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I think you're asking for death."

The Wolf King stopped the enraged Zhuang Sen and gestured for the Adeptus Custodes to move aside, warning them not to tear him apart alive. However, the loyal Tribune did not back down. Instead, he stepped forward and activated the recording system on his armor.

When the picture of the father and daughter embracing appeared before the four Primarch, everything seemed so eerie. No one spoke first, until finally Guilliman couldn't bear to look any longer:

"Quickly, summon the Imperial Warmaster."

Half an hour later, Mordred, who had no fight left due to the complete retreat of the Zerg Xenos, was brought back to the bridge. When he learned that the Yellow Skins had been secretly colluding with the Xenos behind his back, he was shocked:

"What? The Yellow Skins king was kidnapped during his personal expedition? Hahaha!"

Cough cough, sigh~ I never thought I'd get to relive the Tumu Crisis in my lifetime. Turns out the Yellow Skins is the God of War of the Fortress Emperor, what am I going to do?

Seeing no response, Mordred called out again what to do, and the Khan, who was standing nearby, finally realized what was happening and quickly took out a yellow robe from his pocket and draped it over his Primarch.

"Father, it's cold, be careful not to catch a cold. As the saying goes, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day. Since things have come to this, we have no choice but to establish a new emperor! Perhaps..."

Enraged by these words, Mordred swung his sword at the Khan's head, severing half a strand of hair.

"Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting? The Emperor isn't dead yet! I believe the Holy Dynasty governs the world with filial piety, and we must wait until I'm certain that Old Man Huang is dead, completely dead, before we can establish a new dynasty with proper governance."

I hereby declare myself the interim Lord Regent! Zhuang Sen, you shall be the Warmaster.

Being a War Master would certainly be good; Zhuang Sen dreamed of becoming Warmaster, but now was definitely not the time to discuss that. He quickly tore off Mordred's yellow robe and threw it at Guilliman.

The offended Guilliman refused to touch the rubbish and instead shoved the yellow robe into Sanguinius's hands, startling the Great Angel into quickly dropping it to the ground.

Seeing the morale of the Second Imperium's members wavering, Mordred immediately changed his tune. "Actually, I was just trying to lighten the mood. We're all loyal subjects of the Empire, how could we do something so treacherous? Did you really hear that Old Man Huang is going to Rangdan's homeworld?"

"It's absolutely true, Warmaster!"

To prove his point, the Adeptus Custodes played the incriminating evidence again. When Mordred heard Randan Xenos call the Emperor" Daddy," he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Well, I've been professionally trained. No matter how funny something is, I won't laugh unless I can't help it."

However, since the Emperor was Perpetual, none of us know what he did before the Unification Wars.

I mean, just in case, just in case, before this, who can say for sure that Old Man Huang, in his efforts to raise funds for unifying Terra, didn't do anything that violated the Imperial Truth? He has a history of such activities."

Everyone kept their eyes straight ahead, not believing Mordred's fabricated rumors at all, but they couldn't help but think of that set of Roman Wolf illustrations.

Only Guilliman, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, was truly thinking things through, but he was quickly jolted awake by Mordred's slap:

"Second Brother, why did you hit me?"

"I'd hit you, and I'd slap you too! Why do you have such a vivid imagination?"

It's because you're too prone to daydreaming that you can't beat anyone. Don't let yourself be defeated by that good-for-nothing Luojia! Hurry up and assemble the fleet, we're going to raid your base!

"Do you know the exact coordinates?" Zhuang Sen asked the most important question. Everyone looked at Mordred, but Mordred said he didn't know either, though it did.

Regardless of the extent of Mordred's claim to the title of Warmaster, with the Emperor gone, he is now the first in line to the throne, and no one will disobey his orders.

Five entire legions, nearly 400,000 Space Marine, tens of millions of Auxilia, 3,000 Golden Corn, and hundreds of millions of Lizardmen, all gathered here under the command of the Imperial Warmaster.

Thirteen hours passed, and the Imperial Adeptus Custodes began to suspect that Mordred might truly be plotting a rebellion, when finally the Emperor's signal arrived.

Looking at the cool lighter flashing rhythmically in their hands, the five guys huddled together burst into hearty laughter:

Could it be that...?

"That's right, exactly. The Battle for Rome's She-Wolf, commence!"