Golden Experience, Requiem!

The existence of Primarch is quite peculiar; they are the product of the fusion of Warp and physical bodies, and to a certain extent, the physical bodies actually limit the Primarchs' power.

Because of this characteristic, Angron was able to transfer his consciousness and was divided into two parts: one was a nail pilot to carry his essence, and the other was a living mech for daily activities.

But looking at the strange humanoid figure in the Emperor's slideshow, with its head covered in fine cables and transformed into Angrian, the Emperor and Mordred exchanged a glance.

Everyone found the future to be a bit too bizarre.

"Is it possible that this isn't the real Mortarion?"

The answer to this question is no. Old Man Huang was so disappointed because he knew clearly that this illusion was the future Mortarion, especially the big, thick spiked club that was used as a pointer, which he had given to him himself.

But this doesn't make sense. If Mortarion were kidnapped by Nurgle, Mordred would accept it, but why is Angron getting involved?

"In other words, if this intelligence is true, then at some point in the future, Angron will be forced to enter Mortarion's body."

"Yes, that might be the only reasonable explanation."

Mordred couldn't understand what circumstances could force Angron to abandon his body and merge with Mortarion, whether under duress or voluntarily.

"What's up with Guilliman? That Guilliman doesn't seem like the kind of guy who could stab you to death."

Not only Mordred didn't believe it, but the Emperor himself didn't believe it either. Even if all the Primarchs attacked together, he could still take on all of them single-handedly with his own Super Strength.

The illusion was so bizarre that Mordred couldn't help but think of the terrifying Base Human 13. Only the man who treated the Four Merchants like dogs could possess such formidable strength.

Since we can't figure it out, we can only take it one step at a time. Anyway, judging from the images, Angron and Mortarion seem to be doing quite well.

Even in the worst-case scenario, there's always a chance to salvage the situation.

"Old Man Huang, this is just a Warp illusion. Don't scare you like that. Who knows what the future holds? By the way, aren't you supposed to have Psychic Power and predict the future? Why don't you tell my fortune?"

Since he had nothing else to do and it wouldn't hurt to do some calculations, the Emperor immediately took out a deck of tarot cards and placed them on the table. After shuffling and rubbing the cards, he gestured for Mordred to draw a card first.

Mordred didn't actually believe in such mystical things; he only gave the Yellow Skins something to do because it seemed to be in a bad mood, just to keep the fool entertained.

As the cards were revealed, the first card was the Empress. Under the Emperor's powerful Psychic Power, an illusion of a woman dressed in a ceremonial gown appeared, causing the Golden Giant's face to darken.

"Strange, this figure looks more like a priestess, but why does she look so familiar!"

"Don't ask, this round doesn't count!"

Without giving Mordred a chance to ask, the Emperor snatched the card and fiddled with it for a while, but the card he drew again was still the Empress.

Even the result of the third draw by the Emperor himself was the same.

Enraged, the Emperor slumped into his chair, grabbed a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator, and began chugging it down, completely bewildered by Mordred's behavior.

Perhaps annoyed by Mordred's idiotic look, or perhaps because he was alone and needed someone to talk to, Emperor, after downing two large bottles of Coke, let out a sigh.

"That's Eldar, your biological mother! Didn't you notice that, except for the hair color, you look exactly like the person in the picture?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred was no longer sleepy. Sensing that there was some juicy gossip to come, he pulled up a chair and sat down next to the Emperor, gesturing for him to hurry up and tell him what he wanted to hear. He also handed him the latest Rick V cigarette.

Like all middle-aged men, the Emperor, though socially awkward, was secretly quite passionate. Since Mordred knew him well, he didn't bother pretending.

"Alas! Back in the day, I was a renowned handsome young man in the surrounding villages. The number of women pursuing me was endless. It's just a pity that I was too strong; most of those ordinary women couldn't withstand my overwhelming power."

The Emperor wasn't lying. Even without his Charm Aura, he was a truly handsome man. In Mordred's era, he would have been the epitome of pure innocence, capable of attending the UN Summit based solely on his Great Fortune Chicken Gu.

"And as you know, lifespan is meaningless to Perpetual, but it has meaning for mortals!"

As time passed, the once familiar faces gradually aged and died. In that barbaric era, we, the Perpetual, gradually came together.

That period was the happiest time of my life; it was during that time that I met Eldar!

Is this a classic tale of a poor boy meeting a rich and beautiful woman, a classic story of overcoming adversity and achieving success?

A lonely and destitute Perpetual, disillusioned with the world, runs away from home and falls in love at first sight with a noble priestess, but the prejudice of the world prevents them from being together.

And you, my old Deng, with your shameless persistence, finally won the heart of your beauty!

Mordred's guess was not without basis. As the saying goes, you can tell a lot about a person's character from their childhood. Judging from the Yellow Skins's appearance, it would have been a savage in ancient times. It probably wouldn't even know how to cook and would only know how to eat the Beast raw.

So it must have been a rich young lady who took pity on the savage, and eventually, through spending time together, she was attracted by the Emperor's pure and innocent nature.

Thinking of this, Mordred couldn't help but chuckle strangely; his chronicle of the Rome's She-Wolf had gained new material.

However, the Emperor's answer greatly surprised Mordred. It wasn't a poor boy pursuing a rich and beautiful woman, but rather an older woman forcibly taking advantage of a young man.

"You bastard, what's with such a vivid imagination?"

"I already said it was a barbaric era; they used leaves and clods of dirt to wipe their bottoms. And didn't I just say? I'm a well-known handsome young man for miles around! I'm considered relatively young among the Perpetual."

"And thinking about it makes me angry. If I hadn't been outmatched, I wouldn't have been kidnapped by those bastards and handed over to Eldar. Especially that old man Ol' Peson, who sold me out for 30 sheep."

What? There's also Ace's affection! And life insurance?

Mordred was even more excited. He never expected these Perpetual to be so wild. What kind of image did they have in ancient history?

"Wait a minute, this plot sounds so familiar! You Yellow Skins, tell me the truth, aren't you Zeus?!"

I knew this bastard was thinking the wrong thing. The Golden Psychic Brawl attack, unseen for many days, came flying through the air and struck Mordred directly on the head.

"That's just because of the limitations of the times. Humans created myths about powers they didn't understand, and we Perpetual are indeed the prototypes of gods in myths."

But I have absolutely no interest in cows. This is all a fabrication by that jealous woman, Eldar. Only that pervert Poseidon would be interested in other creatures. I wonder where that bastard has gone.

Also, Apollo was actually a cross-dresser, Hades was the oldest Perpetual among us, but he was a chatterbox, and Hercules had to call me "father" for the rest of his life because he lost a bet.

Through the Emperor's narration, Mordred gradually came to understand that most famous events in human history were influenced by Perpetual, and that these Perpetual were quite wicked.

No wonder they can play together with Yellow Skins; it turns out there isn't a single poet among them.

While gossip may be helpful, it cannot solve the fundamental problem. The Tarot cards reveal the image of Eldar as a mother, but they still cannot explain the encounter between Mortarion and Angron.

Since things had already gone downhill, the Emperor once again used his power, signaling Mordred to draw cards again. This time, the cards drawn were the Hanged Man, representing the search for liberation amidst chaos, and the final card, the Daemon.

When the three cards are brought together, a sudden burst of black flames reveals an illusion.

In the scene, the nearly shattered Mortarion wields his massive club, fending off countless surging demonic tides, repeatedly shouting Guilliman's name, while on his shoulder he carries Angron, who has been smashed into a pulp.

Then, the scene shifts abruptly, a violent explosion tears through the starry sky, and a crimson figure, whose mere presence exudes terrifying power, stands with his hands behind his back, facing the divine punishment, and indifferently says:

"I am Magnus, the Crimson Titan, the Shattered Star General, the Crimson Calamity!"

Unexpectedly, even Magnus made an appearance. The two exchanged a glance, both eager to see the last image. Based on the previous two images alone, it was enough to prove that their efforts had not been in vain.

But when they saw the third video, the two of them instantly let out a miserable cry, Mordred even gouged out his own eyeballs with his hands.

The scene was simply too blasphemous: the priestess's gown from the previous Eldar was now being worn by a green-haired woman who was holding Mortarion and nursing him with a tender expression.

The problem is that Emperor and Mordred could see through the illusion; it wasn't a kind woman at all, but rather...

It's not a matter of being a scoundrel, but rather Nurgle!

"Quack, I don't want to see! I don't want to see! Take it away from my eyes! Ugh~"

Mordred, whose mind had been dealt a devastating blow, rolled on the ground, vomiting uncontrollably. Sister Nurgle's move was truly ruthless.

The Emperor, standing to the side, was also not having an easy time. At least Mordred had no recollection of Eldar, even though he had been married to Eldar for a time.

That priestess's long dress inevitably made the Emperor's mind boil. The image of Eldar overlapped with Nurgle in his memory, as if he could see the Nurgle hugging him shyly, while he himself was full of lust.

"Damn it, Neos, why do you have such a vivid imagination? Forget about him, forget about him!"

The Emperor, Collapsed on the Ground, made the same choice as Mordred: gouging out his eyeballs to physically isolate himself from the blasphemous scene. Then, his Psychic Power surged, erasing his memory of Mordred.

But when their eyes recovered and they saw the surrounding chaos, Mordred and the Emperor began to ponder again, as if history were repeating itself.

Mordred then made that suggestion again:

"Old Man Huang, aren't you supposed to have Psychic Power and predict the future? Why don't you tell my fortune?"

"OK!"