Stinky Stinky Stinky Stinky Lad
Upon learning that the Yellow Skins had discovered another Primarch's trail, Mordred had a strange sense of déjà vu and quickly called over his Rebellious son, Tom, to see if he had gotten into trouble again.
It's not that he went to unnecessary trouble; it's just that Mordred felt Tom was a bit sinister, and he was the first to discover Vulkan, Zhuang Sen, and Koz.
And it's always the same dialogue, starting with "Father, I think—" which makes Mordred react with a sense of urgency.
Fortunately, there were no special circumstances this time where the Primarch was bombarded. Tom behaved himself and even became a celebrity in the Legion. Many Legions whose Primarchs had not yet returned were watching him closely, hoping that Tom could blast their fathers out.
To make things easier for their future father, these legions even pooled their money to get Tom Stormbird, and even replaced his machine guns with the less powerful but more sustained firepower Incendiary Laser, which they said could not kill a Primarch in one shot.
Legions with Primarchs are like treasures, while those without are like weeds. In order to find their own Primarchs, they don't care about metaphysics or anything else, as long as it works.
Seeing that Tom was living a comfortable life, Mordred let him go and start transporting goods. Since there were no logistics warehouses in the Storm Sector, it was a good opportunity for him to establish a base in Tallarn.
As the Empire's territory grew larger, the Serenity Sub-sector alone could no longer meet the Empire's material transportation needs. In order to improve efficiency, Mordred decided to build multiple warehouse worlds along major transportation routes.
Tallarn is another transportation hub after Serenity, specifically used to transport weapons and equipment to the surrounding world to ensure the Imperial Fleet's resupply in the Storm Sector.
Taking advantage of the remaining time, Mordred led Atlas to Terra's Hive City and, guided by the now-powerful Assassinorum, thoroughly tormented the Imperial officials.
Those who needed to be killed were killed, those who needed to be burned were burned, and the vacant positions were directly handed over to Malcador, fully demonstrating Atlas's people-oriented professionalism.
These fine oxen and horses must be spurred on rigorously to ensure they neither dare to act recklessly nor lack ambition, and that they are not allowed to slack off or take the easy way out.
If you ask why the Space Marine weren't allowed to reside in the Council of Terra, Mordred wanted to too, but the Emperor, that Dogs and Donkeys, wouldn't allow it.
This is what Mordred is unhappy about. The Space Marines are clearly more efficient, and the Ultramarines manage the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar well. But you Yellow Skins insist on turning back the clock.
The deployment of the Divine Seal Network improved the efficiency of government affairs; otherwise, the empire would have collapsed sooner or later.
Stepping onto the Emperor's Dream again, although it wasn't my first time here, the renovation style, which was completely light-polluting, still made me dislike it.
Fortunately, Mordred gets along well with the Adeptus Custodes Guards, and he also has a seasoned card player like Little Cat. When he has free time, Mordred can play cards with the Adeptus Custodes, so he's not too bored.
On the Emperor's Dream, the Emperor built a private room for each Primarch, while Mordred's room was transformed into an arcade, arguably the most popular spot on the ship among the Adeptus Custodes Guard.
Because it happened so suddenly, the Emperor only said that he had discovered a new Primarch, but didn't specify which one, leaving Mordred with nothing but wild speculation about who it could be. This even caused him to eat half a bowl less at mealtimes.
But when Mordred saw the planet, he instantly knew which unlucky fellow it was.
Through the porthole, a planet, entirely emerald green, resembling the alluring jade on a noblewoman's bosom, was embedded in the void. This mesmerizing scene attracted countless crew members to stop and watch.
But only Mordred knew that this godforsaken place was anything but beautiful, and perhaps only Magnus and Dorn, who were obsessed with showing off their fruits, would like it.
This is because the star that looks so beautiful is called Barbarus, the homeworld of Mortarion, the Primarch of the XIV Legion, nicknamed Poop Superman.
If we're talking about the difficulty of starting out Primarch, Guilliman is undoubtedly the protagonist of a wish-fulfillment novel, with a father, mother, and Five Hundred Worlds as his inheritance.
Mortarion, on the other hand, had a hellish start, even worse than Koz, the bat cub who could catch and devour mice; he couldn't even get a mouse to eat.
Mortarion, nicknamed "Stinky Ogryn" and "Poop Superman," was the strongest Space Marine Captain and the founder of Numerology.
If we were to go into detail, Mordred could deliver a long, rapid-fire monologue comparable to the Empire's classic "Thirty Years of Centaur Ring."
However, the truth is quite different. These nicknames are actually just slang for the rascal after he was tricked. After Mortarion fell into Barbarus cesspool of Barbarus, what he experienced was a complete nightmare.
Unlike other worlds, Barbarus is ruled by Xenos creatures, and humans can only become their slaves and prey.
But as fate would have it, Mortarion encountered Nakhre, the most powerful Xenos lord on the entire planet, as soon as he crawled out of the Ewe's Womb! And was taken in as Nacre's adopted son.
Sounds great, right? After all, this is an expensive adoptive father that other Primarchs would only dream of, but the truth is quite the opposite.
Don't mistake the Xenos on Barbarus for the Serenity dogs on Tranquility. These creatures are nothing like humans; they are Xenos that manipulate witchcraft, the kind that deserve to be shot a hundred times over. They don't even qualify to be served on Atlas's dinner table; they've already been pickled.
After finding the Primarch, the Xenos Lord Nakhre treated Mortarion like a dog, subjecting him to all sorts of psychological manipulation and abuse, employing Spartan- style, oppressive parenting style that Mordred was very familiar with.
The fact that they directly tortured Mortarion until he reached adulthood, and that he had never even seen a human or had a full meal before adulthood, only shows how powerful the Primarch's life force is.
After Mordred arrived in Serenity, Old Thomas made sure his dog son didn't go hungry. On the prairie, there's not much else to eat, you can get your fill just by munching on grass!
In contrast, the humans on Barbarus were in a much worse situation; the entire planet was permeated with deadly poisonous gas, with the concentration increasing the higher the altitude.
Humans can only survive by growing Corn in low-lying areas.
Even so, farmers toiled away just to grow enough food to barely feed themselves, let alone develop the land. They also had to endure the Xenos that would occasionally descend from the mountains and wreak havoc. One can only imagine what a cesspool Barbarus was.
"Oh, do you know where this place is?"
"Hey, How Could not know? Seeing this godforsaken place, I knew who among us was the worst off."
Perhaps remembering something, Mordred quickly took out a plastic bag, packed up the leftover food from the table, and handed it to Old Man Huang.
"Big Yellow! Let's stick to our own way. You call me Dad, and I'll call you Father."
Listen to your father's advice: your fourteenth uncle is honest and kind. As long as you don't do anything reckless, he'll be the most reliable and good son you can rely on. Go over there with this food in a bit, trust me, he'll be so happy he'll want to gnaw on your toes!
The Emperor nodded, indicating he had indeed taken it to heart. He then turned and gestured for the Adeptus Custodes to step aside, warning them not to get covered in blood later.
Seeing that Old Man Huang wasn't taking the food and seemed to be looking for something, Mordred quickly went over to him:
"Ah Huang, what are you looking for? Daddy will look for it for you!"
Meanwhile, a tall, thin man harvesting Corn in the low-lying area blinked at the golden flash that lit up the sky.
"Am I seeing things because I'm so hungry?"