The Second Imperium Gains Another Great General

Due to the unique nature of the Randan Xenos, the Dark Angels and Atlas had to suppress information and eliminate as much information as possible about the existence of the Randan Empire.

This caused Atlas to be delayed for a long time, failing to keep up with its Primarch.

After tallying the Killed in Action soldiers, the loss of supplies, and the distribution of various spoils of war, Goff, who was finally able to rest for a while, set off for Barbarus with the Khan in the Abomination.

Accompanying them was Atlas's planetary terraforming ship, meticulously built by combining the strengths of various designs.

These giant ships, modified from modern-day Battle Barge, are equipped with a complete production line. A single ship can transform a primitive planet, rapidly advancing it into modernization and establishing a comprehensive basic industrial system.

It's another masterpiece produced by Atlas to rival the Ark Mechanicus, although it's certainly not as awesome as the Ark Mechanicus made by Mechanicus.

But its advantages lie in its high quality and low price, and its large quantity ensures you'll be full.

Upon arriving at the planet, however, they only saw the 14th Legion fleet hovering at the edge of orbit, along with the Emperor's Dream, and did not find their father at all.

I could only sense that Mordred was very weak, as if she were enduring some intense pain, and she kept muttering strange words that I couldn't understand, I couldn't understand them at all.

Even after Goff and the others met with Mortarion, the Primarch didn't know where they went.

"The last time I saw your father was at the return ceremony, and then the Emperor and Mordred disappeared. It's been half a month, and we still haven't found him."

And it's not just you who's looking; even that group of golden Corn Elves are searching for it."

"No way? We clearly sensed that Father was on the Phantasmal Dream."

Atlas, possessing Mind Network, could roughly sense Mordred's location and immediately rushed into the Emperor's Dream to search for him. Even the Adeptus Custodes didn't stop them, as they also wanted to find their His Majesty.

Following the signal, the group quickly arrived at the door of a Secret Room. As the door opened, two dazed, burly men rushed out.

Looking at Mordred, covered in filth and with bloodshot eyes, and the equally disoriented Emperor, everyone was curious about what had happened inside.

"Father!"

"His Majesty!"

"Shut up! Don't ask anymore, or I'll send you all to Catachan to work as 'clam gnats,' Old Man Huang. Something's not right."

This is completely wrong. Did you destroy the items?

"It's destroyed! It's completely destroyed now! We've finally escaped that curse! Hahaha!"

No one knows what happened in that Secret Room. Mordred won't tell, the Emperor won't tell, and no one will ever know this blasphemous secret.

Perhaps it was because seeing Mortarion reminded him of that Mother's Nurturing Painting, that the moment he left the Secret Room of Secrets, the Emperor drove off in his Phantasmal Dream, fleeing that horrible place, leaving Mordred to help the Old Fourteenth.

In those short fourteen days, the two seemed to be trapped in a bizarre cycle. Every time their memories were erased, they would relive the previous experience. If no one discovered this, it might continue forever.

Mordred, who was dragged back to his lair by his offspring, was also in a bad mood. He hadn't had his memories erased during his last reincarnation, and he was prone to overthinking. Now, his mind was filled with Nurgle's Nako. He slumped on the sofa, crying and laughing at the same time, and it took him a long time to calm down.

Seeing that their original body had finally returned to normal, the company Captain gathered around and asked their father what had happened.

"It's nothing, don't ask anymore. The waters here are too deep, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it. But if you're really curious, I can show you a picture."

As soon as she finished speaking, a camera appeared out of Mordred's chest. After a few sobs, she spat out a photo, a super clear, unedited version.

Half an hour later, the group that had undergone memory erasure returned to the bridge, their faces ashen, as if they had eaten shit. The photograph was locked in the warehouse and sealed with Atlas's seal.

During the two weeks that Mordred was mentally tormented, Mortarion's takeover of the Legion went very smoothly.

Unlike the original Timeline where the Legion was plagued by internal strife, Mortarion, having learned from the experience of Mordred's training grounds, has mastered the art of winning hearts and minds. Furthermore, with the Emperor and Warmasters' support at the return ceremony, the Dusk Raiders have officially become the Death Guard.

The most important reason for this is that Mortarion has not yet established the Barbarus Resistance Army, which has fundamentally eliminated factionalism. There are no treacherous ministers, only loyal ministers, and everyone is a trusted confidant.

Even so, one major problem still plagues Mortarion.

Just like his often-mentioned tenacity, Mortarion liked to do things practically. His personality was the complete opposite of Perturabo's, who was obsessed with saving face and suffered for it. He just wanted to make sure the Barbarus were well-fed.

However, this seemingly simple question proved to be a challenge for the Death Guard.

For nearly half a century and 76 years, without a principal body to command it, the 14th Legion, which had some of the characteristics of the Imperial Guard, followed the Emperor in his Emperor.

If you ask them to conquer a planet, they can conquer an entire galaxy for you; but if you ask them to manage a group of starving refugees...

That was indeed a bit of a challenge for them. After all, when they fought alongside the Emperor, all they needed to do was know who to kill; logistics and supplies were the responsibility of the Department of the Munitorum.

As for Barbarus, although it's a cesspool, it has nearly 70 million humans. Due to its limited level of development, the Barbarus old farmer have extremely low levels of education. If you dragged a junior high school student from Serenity over here, he wouldn't be considered highly educated, but rather a prophet.

I don't know which genius came up with the idea, but they simply drew an empty space, gathered these 70 million people together, and built a huge concentration camp. Coupled with Barbarus's poison gas, it was quite reminiscent of the Old Terra Germanic legacy.

Despite being seasoned veterans, this was the best solution they could come up with, and many of them were as naive as children.

They were conscripted into the legion when they were still teenagers, and then underwent 19 modification surgeries, which fixed their thinking and logic at that age. After that, it was an endless battle. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them child soldiers.

As for Mortarion, you're putting a big guy who's been abused by Xenos since childhood and has only been out in the world for six months doing tractor repairs and Corn -eating in this job? You might as well let Kalas manage it.

The reasons for this situation are actually determined by many factors, and each legion has its own strengths.

For example, the Imperial Fists the Cute Duo, these large lemons are particularly good at assault battles, and together with the Iron Warriors of the Little Bees who are good at positional warfare, they are known as the Civil Engineering Duo.

However, on the other hand, it wouldn't be bad to let these two legions manage people's livelihoods, since as long as they do civil engineering well, their management skills will definitely be strong.

Don't you see Mordred's past life plywood general? With a budget of 100 dollars, he could manage to bribe his superiors and subordinates, get the job done well, and even embezzle two dollars to build himself a big villa, while still getting paid as a lowly soldier.

The Death Guard Fleet's supplies were simply not enough to feed 70 million people. Looking at this group of hungry Barbarus old farmer, the seven Captain commanders were dumbfounded; they had never encountered such a problem before.

They exchanged a glance, and then Galo, the company commander of the 7th Assault Company, was brought out and sent to report to his father. As for why Galo was given this difficult task, well, he was the least experienced and the youngest!

Someone came up to him and said, "I even mentored you when you were a recruit," and he didn't even have the guts to argue back.

Perhaps there really was some mystical element to it; just as Gaulo was reporting, Mordred arrived at Mortarion with the entire Atlas management team:

"Little Mo, you're still too young. I, your Second Brother, have been through the harsh realities of life."

Goff, go show our Empire's 14th Prince what real farming and management looks like. He should learn from him carefully. I'm only demonstrating this once; you're going to be my Second Imperium's Minister of Agriculture in the future.

By the way, who's this young man? He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looks very upright.

Upon hearing Mordred mention him, the rookie recruit Gaulo instantly stood at attention and, after receiving approval from his Primarch, immediately gave Atlas's signature salute:

"Reporting to the Warmaster, I am Nathaniel Gaulo, the Seventh Company of the Death Guard —Hey ha, long live the Empire!"

"Good, you're very energetic. Here, Uncle has a gift for you."

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Mordred pulled a jet-black power sword with silver inscriptions from behind his back and placed it directly into Gaulo's hand.

The moment Gaulo got his hands on it, he knew this battle blade was no ordinary weapon, and Mordred's description echoed in his ears:

"This item is called the Black Sword. It was forged from materials I accidentally picked up from Old Man Huang's treasure vault. It will be awarded to the legion champions of each legion in the future. The last person to receive this honor was Sigismund, the Captain of the Imperial Fists."

"Ah, this is so precious, why bestow it upon me?"

He patted the other person on the shoulder. Mordred certainly wouldn't mention that he had bought your plastic figurine in his past life, nor would he mention that he still had eight Black Swords in his inventory. He could only put it another way:

"Because you are loyal!"

"Am I loyal?"

"That's right. As the saying goes, an elder brother is like a father. Mortarion is my own brother. You must protect my brother at all times and never let him go astray, especially not develop any unusual habits like drinking milk. Absolutely not!"

Upon hearing this, all the Death Guard looked at their Primarch. Mortarion was particularly bewildered, thinking that he couldn't even get enough to eat, so where was he going to get milk? He couldn't just grab a cow and suckle it, could he? Besides, Barbarus only had two-headed cows for plowing.

Mordred had been talking nonsense for quite some time, but no one paid any attention, thinking it was just a little joke from the Warmaster.

Feeling that the time was about right, Mordred snapped his fingers, signaling everyone to look up at the sky.

With the roar of engines, a dense array of transport ships streaked across the sky, descending from behind Mordred. Thick, planetary-splitting beams, as powerful as divine punishment, tore through the mountains, completely reshaping the Barbarus landscape and melting it into various types of steel that could be further processed.

"Welcome to the glory of Managed Democracy, Mortarion. Are you interested in joining my Second Imperium?"

"Second Brother! I've long been a Kiya of the Second Imperium!"