A New Storm Has Appeared
When the Abomination returned to Serenity Starport, Atlas was greeted with a grand parade, with everyone celebrating the victory, even though most of the generals had no recollection of what they had done.
This made the Dark Angels who had returned with Atlas to rest very envious; they also wanted to stand in the sunlight to receive the cheers of the people and be awarded medals by the Primarch.
Unfortunately, the First Legion's mission doesn't allow them to do that; there will always be someone who needs to guard the Empire in the Out of Darkness and watch over those dark secrets.
Since the homeworld of Rangdan was occupied by the Imperial Fleet, the Dark Angels split into two groups. The Lion King led a large force, along with the Space Wolves, to continue hunting down the remaining Xenos.
Those who had been scattered were led by Luther to the Serenity Sub-sector to repair their ships and replenish supplies.
Thinking of this, Astelan couldn't help but look at Luther beside him, his father's mother, brother, and the only woman among the Dark Angels to have survived the Space Marine modifications.
It's not that Astelan has any particular prejudice against Luther; Luther proved herself with her superb command skills, and even the Uncrowned Prince Zabriel praised her highly.
The only thing Astelan disliked was actually the planet Caliban, whose savage customs inevitably seeped into the First Legion he had built, as well as the Lion King's unbridled indulgence of Luther.
This caused a lot of awkward situations, especially for the new recruits who had just joined the Legion. They couldn't distinguish the exact relationship between the Primarch and Luther, and they couldn't even tell themselves. For example, right now...
Looking at Luther, who was gazing at him with longing, Astelan felt an overwhelming longing for the good old days when he and the Lion King were slaying Xenos, at least he didn't have to endure this kind of look.
"Madam, Dark Angels should not show their faces in public. Even if the Warmaster doesn't mind, this is an honor reserved for Atlas. We are merely guests."
"But we were the main force! We held off Rangdan's army for a month! We deserve the glory!"
Astelan had nothing to say. He longed to stand in the spotlight and bask in the cheers of the crowd, but since his father's return, the Legion had built a more complex and numerous organizational structure.
There were fraternal societies mainly composed of Terran-descended, as well as cults formed by members of knightly orders; all sorts of small groups emerged one after another.
Ullian even formed a Holy Flame Meow Meow Cult with Cypher, which was well received by the Legion. The Primarch even used it to establish a core organization called the Inner Circle.
It sounds good, but Astelan doesn't like these secret organizations, which make the Legion extremely complicated.
There was no glory, no cheers, only various secret missions that could not be made public, just like the Rangdan Campaign.
"Madam, Fealty is the best reward." After uttering this self-evident motto, Astelan fell silent.
However, just as the group of Dark Angels remained silent, the Khan came before them and brought them unexpected news.
"Brothers, what are you lurking here for? I searched for ages before I finally found you. Here, this is the First Legion's medal that Father asked me to give you before he passed away."
The remaining spoils will be distributed after the tallying is done, but let's make it clear in advance that any spoils damaged will be discounted; we're just a small business."
A whole truckload of medals was brought to Astelan, along with certificates of honor that listed the information of the soldier for each medal.
Looking at these small iron pieces cast from Adamantium, Astelan's mindset underwent a slight change. He had only one thought in his mind: the Warmaster cares about me!
Meanwhile, Mordred, unaware of her rapidly increasing popularity, is going mad, staring blankly at another mad scientist.
"Hahaha, Old Man Huang, you're a genius! Your IQ is at least three or four stories high, no, we're both geniuses!"
Beneath the Imperial Palace of Terra, in the same secret research facility, Mordred looked at the Old 11, who was breathing steadily, with great excitement. He was thankful that Angron hadn't chosen Number Two; otherwise, it would have exploded long ago.
The Golden Giant, who was being praised so highly, had lost his usual extreme social anxiety, and his smile was harder to suppress than Bolter.
Since achieving decisive results with Angron, the Emperor has become increasingly abstract, and the art style has gradually become Orks. Although Sisyphus is half-dead, who says that Primarch have to fight on the front lines? As long as they can mass-produce troops, that's enough.
Following this line of thought, the two of them decided to go all out and kill Sisyphus on the spot. They then took the Angron fragment and the Sisyphus fragment and, imitating Mordred, created another small skewer.
The most important Primarch is its Warp essence; as long as this thing hasn't completely disappeared, even if only a little remains, it can slowly recover.
A small bottle of iced tea is still iced tea. As long as it tastes right, it doesn't matter whether it's a two-liter or a 500-ml bottle.
After all, Sisyphus didn't even emerge from the Ewe's Womb, so he had no Self-Awareness and therefore it couldn't be considered murder.
Gazing at the miniature Primarch sealed within the Ewe's Womb, Mordred, who was feasting with the Emperor, couldn't help but ponder: what if Prisoner 11 woke up and discovered his testicles had been removed? Would he come after him?
This raises a new question: what is the relationship between Sisyphus and Angron? They are nominally brothers, but in reality, Sisyphus is more like Angron's test-tube baby.
It's no wonder Mordred and the Emperor are so similar; after he shared his thoughts with the Emperor, the Emperor also fell into deep thought.
"Our experiment was not perfect. Although it destroyed most of Dahl's soul, Number Eleven was also affected. That is to say Dahl Eldar, and Angron."
"..."
The last time I heard this was before. It's one thing for Dahl and Eldar to be crazy, but the Emperor's traits probably aren't any good either. As for the fusion of Sisyphus and the female version of Angron, Mordred can't imagine what would happen.
Just as every Space Marine inherits traits from their Primarch, Atlas inherited Mordred's vitality and resistance, the Ultramarines inherited Guilliman's large buttocks and fertile, all-around good-natured physique, and even the Thousand Sons are all Psychic Power muscle boys, constantly showing off their protein powder.
Speaking of the Thousand Sons, Mordred immediately thought of their recruitment posters, featuring Magnus, a powerful and imposing figure. He used his muscular physique to transform into a humanoid Heavenly Dharma Form and wrestle with Emperor-class Titan, creating a terrifying scene.
"So what was the original role of the Eleventh Brother? Logically, each legion should have its own function, but I can't find anything corresponding to the Eleventh Legion. Have you forgotten, you idiot?!"
The Emperor was pleased that Mordred had learned to think, but he didn't like the tone, so he raised his forty-five-yard hand and slapped him across the face.
"You'll find out soon enough. Come with me!"