Post-Battle Settlement Screen

"Russ, aren't you the one who loves to laugh the most? Why aren't you laughing?"

"Zhuang Sen, why did you draw your sword? I'm your thirteenth brother! I'm an ally! I'm Kiya!"

How could Zhuang Sen not be furious? The First Legion had contributed the most and suffered the most casualties in the entire battle. He had originally planned to behead the enemy leader and become the greatest hero.

Even when Russ the Sanguinius rushed to help, she gave up the center position, and you bastard actually stole the kill.

Five legions joined the battle, and everyone had a bright future. Space Wolves hunted down the enemy, Blood Angels flanked them, Atlas dropped cannon fodder, and Ultramarines held the line in the rear. In the end, looking at the results, Zhuang Sen was an easy winr, and Guilliman got the MVP.

Seeing that things were going badly, the blond kid tried to get the Emperor's favor, but to his surprise, the Golden Giant not only didn't stop him, but threw the Mordred Spinal Sword at him, which smashed into Guilliman.

As their eyes met, the three burly figures surrounded Mordred, who was still spewing out energy and unable to move.

"Waaaaaah!"

"Second Son, you said your back is a little itchy, right? I'll scratch it for you."

The ruthless Lion King was the first to strike, grabbing Mordred's tail and pulling it back and forth, crushing Guilliman until he let out a sharp, explosive roar.

Even Russ and Sanguinius, taking advantage of Guilliman's inattention, viciously grabbed his crotch and relentlessly beat him, yelling, "You bastard, beat me up!"

Ambition Guilliman!

As the saying goes, the best way to build rapport is to beat up the other person together. Guilliman successfully brought the four Primarchs closer together all by himself.

The Emperor was quite satisfied with what he saw and wondered if he could make Guilliman the Number Two target, replacing Angron in his primary role.

With the death of Randan Empress, the Rangdan Campaign gradually came to an end.

The long-suffering Auxilia were finally able to enter the ground battlefield and carry out cleanup work alongside the Space Marine. Atlas was even assigned the task of scavenging supplies, which was a perfect fit for his profession.

To eliminate the influence of the Randan Empire, all infected worlds were bombarded with Virus Bomb, purifying everything under the terrifying High Temperature of burning atmosphere. All participating soldiers underwent rigorous memory erasure afterward. The truth that the Randan Xenos were actually human must be dispelled; the purity of humanity must not be tainted.

The Dark Angels, who suffered the heaviest losses, even set aside some veterans to establish an organization called the Broken Claw Chapter on their home planet, Rangdan, to guard this dark secret that should not be known to anyone.

But during the looting, Atlas discovered that the Ewe's Womb that had been placed on the throne had disappeared. The aftermath of the battle between the Emperor and Randan Empress had torn everything apart, leaving ruins everywhere.

Three days later, Mordred finally returned to normal and immediately found Russ, who was still scavenging, and gave him a sound beating.

Let's pair this bastard with a bruised and battered Guilliman.

Before Mordred could even rest for a moment, he, as Imperial Warmaster, was taken by the Emperor and brought along with several other Primarchs to the Emperor's Dream.

Inside the laboratory, looking at Sisyphus, whose entire body was covered in sores and had been completely transformed into Rangdan, everyone felt a pang of sadness.

"Father, can't you save our brothers?" Zhuang Sen valued brotherhood the most, spoke first, only to see the Emperor's helpless eyes.

Seeing that the Emperor remained silent, everyone turned to look at Mordred was an expert in biochemical modifications:

"Don't look at me, I'm powerless to help either. The Eleventh Brother has been completely absorbed by Dahl, and even his most important parts have been largely corrupted."

Their souls are weaker than the Bolter in a soldier's hand.

Furthermore, you might also notice that the higher-level Randan Xenos are essentially reskinned Space Marine; they also possess a structure similar to Gene-Seed.

Our brother has completely become a brainless breeding machine.

Even if I'm incredibly powerful, I can't create something out of nothing. If I make the slightest move, Prisoner 11 will be reduced to ashes.

In fact, Sisyphus's situation was even worse than Mordred described. Unlike Angron, who had nails in his brain and was also Khorne by Slaanesh, Angron was at least an independent individual with his own consciousness.

As for Sisyphus, even the Emperor didn't know whether he was his own son or Dahl, who had merged into his essence.

The Perpetual are not so easy to kill, and the Emperor knows this better than anyone. The current Sisyphus is Dahl's Soul Casket.

Just like his name, Sisyphus, a tormented man who could never push the Rock to the top of the mountain, it was all Dahl's self-mockery.

The Primarch was a product of a deal between the Emperor and the Four Gods. It could also be said that the Golden Giant swindled the Four Gods' resources to create a demigod. The materials were limited and completely non-renewable.

Even Angron's treatment plan was modified from the original, a patchwork of borrowed ideas and solutions.

"Etc!"

Suddenly Golden Giant had a flash of inspiration and looked at Mordred, who was pointing at Randan Empress's head with ill intent. He remembered that when he made this dog, he had stuffed in a lot of odds and ends, including a part of Number Eleven.

He also remembered that when he was resetting Angron's container, it seemed like the guy was hiding something from him.

"Mordred, have you been doing something shady behind my back?"

"What? Me! What shameful things could I possibly do? Don't accuse me of something wrong!" Mordred panicked upon hearing this. He had done many things, almost all of which were shameful. Heaven knows which one this Yellow Skins was asking about.

Seeing that this guy still wouldn't admit it, the Emperor gestured for Zhuang Sen and the others to go out for a bit, lest they get covered in blood later.

Judging from the situation, it was obvious that the Second Son- in-command was going to get a beating. The four Primarchs turned and left, with Guilliman even considerately closing the door behind them.

He vividly remembered how Mordred had crushed him the most, almost killing him.

With no one around, the Emperor dropped his pretense and immediately interrogated his Rebellious son. When he learned that the question was about fragments of Angron, even Mordred thought the Old Man Huang had gone mad.

"Blood transfusions require blood type matching, aren't you afraid of blowing up Old 11?"

"Don't worry, I'm confident I can bring him back to life."

After staring at the other person for a long time, Mordred thought that he might as well try anything, since things were already like this, he might as well give it a shot.

But before that, he had something more important to do.

Looking at the casualty report handed to him by the Khan, Mordred didn't say much. He had long known that war was bound to Undead. Compared to the Dark Angels, Atlas's Killed in Action rate was already very low, but nearly a quarter of them had still left them.

The Rangdan Campaign was perhaps the most brutal battle Atlas had ever experienced, and it also resulted in the highest number of casualties.

I can no longer chat and enjoy delicious food with those troublesome, unfilial Rebellious son.

"Let's go, the Khan, we're the victors, we're taking them home."