Farewell, My Weakness.

When the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, Little Cat, received the Warmaster order to assemble 3,000 Twin Red Blossom Staffs soldiers, 800 Sisters of Silence, and airdrop two Emperor-class Titan, 40

One Poison Blade Heavy Tank, a squadron of Knight mechs, 30 heavy Stormbird fighters, 30,000 elite Solar Auxilia, and a number of other armored vehicles of various colors.

Having assembled on the Barbarus Plains, ready to annihilate the Empire's formidable enemy, and after giving everyone a pre-battle pep talk to ensure their morale was boosted, they excitedly approached Mordred:

"Warmaster, we are all fully prepared and ready to go."

What kind of terrifying Xenos could possibly have commanded you to summon us all to your aid?

As the saying goes, when there are more than 10,000 people, it is a sea of people. Not to mention that this is the Inner Guard Force that accompanied the Emperor on his expedition, so its prestige is extremely high.

Those 3,000 Golden Armored Custodes alone could shatter an entire legion, pinning down any known Xenos in the Milky Way to their knees and dragging them back to become their Star Slaves Kiya!

But how could a country bumpkin like Mortarion know the strength of the Adeptus Custodes? Only Mordred remained silent, biting her lip with all her might. But as the Imperial Warmaster, second only to the Emperor, Mordred still had to say something:

"Brothers, soldiers! Beside me are my father's fourteenth son, my good brothers, and the face of our empire."

But there's this damned group of Xenos who're slaughtering humans right under our noses, even mutilating His Majesty's closest kin like this."

As soon as they arrived at Mortarion, everyone saw the Primarch's unusually thin figure and his legs that were swaying back and forth unintentionally.

Mortarion was indeed not faking it; after all, anyone who was given repeated enemas would suffer the same fate. But the soldiers in front of them didn't know that. All they knew was that there were Xenos who dared to harm His Majesty's offspring.

"You all saw it. It was the Xenos on this planet that tormented Mortarion into this state. Before my father and I found him, Little Mo hadn't even had a proper meal."

My brother, despite enduring unimaginable torment, remained steadfast until now, his frail and sickly body constantly yearning for revenge and to kill the enemy. What is this? This is boundless Fealty to the empire!

Come on, Little Mo! Tell me your story.

Standing before the army, Mortarion was somewhat bewildered, wondering if he was really that great. He hadn't even decided to join the Empire just half a day ago.

But the more this was the case, the more heartbreaking Mortarion's innocent expression became, clearly indicating that he had been tormented terribly.

Mortarion had never seen anything like this before. Let alone 3,000 Adeptus Custodes, the entire village, including the dogs, numbered less than 3,000. He simply couldn't find the words.

Only a non-inflammatory retelling can be given.

But as he spoke, Mortarion recalled his experience of being tortured by Mordred, and his eyes instantly turned red, his arms flailing involuntarily.

"Okay, let's give them a round of applause!"

In an instant, thunderous applause erupted. As long as the mood was right, that was exactly the effect Mordred wanted.

Mordred pulled Mortarion into a tight embrace, removing her silver laurel wreath and placing it on his head. She commanded, "I hereby appoint Mortarion as acting Warmaster. All men shall follow him to slay the Xenos."

"But Warmaster, this is against the rules."

"Hmm? My rules are my rules."

After the mission is accomplished, each person will receive a reward of 100 gold dogs, with senior officers receiving double the reward. All expenses will be reimbursed by Atlas. Killed in Action soldiers will be posthumously awarded five times the reward, and their descendants Cultivate with the Nation.

Those who perform exceptionally well will enjoy Serenity ten-day holiday and receive a personal award from me, be promoted one rank, and be awarded an Emperor limited edition exquisite figurine.

Little Cat, now I'm asking you, is Mortarion a suitable acting Warmaster?

"Your Highness is too kind. Serving the country is our duty. Your brother is our brother. Enough said. I must get my hands on the limited edition His Majesty figurine immediately. I just don't know which model it is?"

"Haha, Little Cat, what do you think? You're just asking a question you already know the answer to!"

Taking a step forward, Mordred turned to look at Mortarion, immediately knelt on one knee, and shouted:

"Warmaster, give the order!"

Meanwhile, Nakhre, the Xenos lord who was conducting witchcraft experiments in his own lair, felt uneasy, as if something big was about to happen.

But then he thought again, he was the most powerful of all the lords, and he had cultivated this fortress for many years, making it impregnable.

Not even a fly could get in; what could possibly happen?

However, Nakhre's success today is due to his cautiousness, and he immediately conducted a Psychic Power.

Then he saw his adopted son, who had run away a year ago, leading a group of strange humans attacking his lair, accompanied by a giant blond-haired man.

Perhaps engrossed in watching, Nakhre noticed that the large, blond man was looking up at the sky, as if staring at him, and muttering something; judging from his lip movements, it seemed to be:

You're going to die!

"Death? Who can kill me?" Nakhre, focused, thought that 3,000 enemy soldiers were nothing to be alarmed about. He figured he could easily take them down with his powerful Psychic Power.

"Hey! Why are those two mountains over there moving?"

Confused, Nakhre decided to go closer to the window to take a look; he didn't remember there being two extra mountains nearby.

In an instant, two scorching torrents shot out, accompanied by endless barrage of fire, and Wolf slammed into the Xenos fortress, instantly piercing through the Psychic Power shield.

Shells rained down from the sky, rapidly depleting the shield's capacity and efficiently blasting away the enemy at a speed the Nakhre could never have imagined.

It all happened so fast that Nakhre could only raise a Psychic Power shield to protect himself and barely managed to teleport out of the artillery range. He watched as his years of hard work vanished into thin air and was almost blown to bits.

What Nakhre was unaware of was that at the same time he was being bombed, almost all the Xenos lords were being subjected to Imperial artillery fire.

The towering mountains were instantly leveled, and the perpetual poisonous fog was cleared, allowing sunlight to shine on the land of Barbarus once again. If you looked up at the sky, you could see the golden behemoths casting a rain of death upon the surface. Under the Orbital Bombardment, all living beings were equal, and Xenos creatures scattered everywhere, only to be met with the strangulation and encirclement of the Imperial Army.

The two Emperor Titan, which Nakhre saw as mountains, drew closer and closer, and the Two-headed Monster Bird atop the Machine God could be clearly seen.

Explosions, flames, death, and the lightning-fast golden-armored warriors—even the most powerful Xenos lords at the pinnacle of a planet could only await their demise.

The highly toxic mist, which should have been able to cut through flesh and bone, was completely ineffective, unable to penetrate the Void Armor of the Solar Auxilia. Furthermore, the Xenos' prized Psychic Power magic was rendered useless by Sisters of Silence's anti -Psychic Power field.

Compared to the Xenos lord who crumbled instantly, Mortarion, who had obtained a one-day trial card for Warmaster, was more conflicted. The revenge he once held as an obsession seemed like a joke in the face of this unstoppable and powerful army; everything seemed so unreal.

All of this was simply because he had joined the Empire and Mordred had placed a silver laurel wreath on his head.

"Second Brother, I don't understand! Holy crap, what are you doing? You can't eat this!"

"Huh?" Big Mo looked at Little Mo while he was savoring the Xenos. To be honest, perhaps because he was Psychic Power being, these Xenos tasted quite good. They had a characteristic of smelling bad but tasting good, which suited Mordred's taste quite well.

He hurriedly pulled the already killed Xenos over and threw it away. Like a teenager struggling with excessive body hair during puberty, Mortarion confided:

"Exactly, I feel like a joke. This isn't what I imagined. Shouldn't we have suffered heavy casualties and gone through countless hardships to achieve victory?"

Before Mordred could even speak, the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, Little Cat, interjected:

"Your Highness is joking. If such trash could cause us such heavy losses, I would write my name backwards. I see you have absolutely no understanding!"

If I'd known they were such trash, I would have just thrown those three gay bastards down there.

"Exactly, Little Mo, are you out of your mind? As a strong person, you should insult your enemies. See that Titan over there? One Volcano Cannon and the mountaintop will be vaporized."

Am I supposed to force my men into close-quarters combat for some so-called revenge ritual? Why should I be the Primarch if I have cannons to fire?

Let me tell you, as the Primarch, you've suffered enough in this life. Now it's time to enjoy the good life. When you return to the Legion, you'll take off on the spot."

"Ah, that's right! Yes, that makes sense too."

Mortarion's mindset underwent a slight change. He suddenly realized that he was no longer the Barbarus old farmer who was struggling to make ends meet, and all of this was thanks to Mordred.

Subconsciously ignoring the repulsive, Golden Giant, Mortarion's eyes were only on Mordred beside him. Although his brother was a bit crazy, he was genuinely good to him.

"Second Brother, thank you!"

If this had happened to Horus, there would surely have been a model of brotherly affection and respect, but Mordred was not such a hypocrite; she slapped him on the head.

"Stop babbling on and on. You're not Pepe, at least he's got real talent and looks good. This is just ridiculous. If you want to thank me, then kill Nakhre to prove yourself."

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As soon as he finished speaking, Mordred handed his Plasma Pistol to Mortarion, afraid that the kid would embarrass himself at the last moment.

In order to obtain the Emperor figurine, Corn Canned One did not kill Nakhre; instead, they aimed their Power Halberd, which could destroy Likatt with a single shot, at him, with a dozen Sisters of Silence standing guard nearby.

I wonder if Nakhre was the reincarnation of Emperor Kawakawa in his past life, to be able to enjoy such treatment; he's certainly been given a lot of prestige.

As Mortarion slowly advanced, the Adeptus Custodes made way for him, finally standing before the charred Nakhre.

"Mortarion, my weak adopted son, I never imagined you'd find new allies. Is this the courage you have to face me?"

"Swelling"

Before Nakhre could finish speaking, a burst of Plasma exploded in his head, and the once invincible Xenos lords died meaninglessly, one by one. Only Mortarion's murmurs echoed above Barbarus:

"Shut up, I am the Imperial Warmaster. Farewell, my weakness."