Holy crap, Khorne is my Father!

Thomas Wayne, a name that is rarely mentioned except by Dog-men.

In Mordred's memory, Old Thomas was just like Dorn's grandfather, giving him the first warmth he experienced in this world, and the little blanket that still accompanies him to this day.

An unhappy childhood requires a lifetime to heal, and many people strive to make up for their childhood, Mordred being no exception.

This was an experience he had never told anyone, not even the Emperor.

In those distant memories, Mordred, or rather Huo Lang, could only describe his childhood in two words: poverty.

What's that saying again? There's only one disease in this world, and that's poverty!

To support their children, the two figures, whose figures are now fading into obscurity, did everything they could, but the impoverished childhood still forced the three brothers to experience life ahead of time.

For children who should be carefree, precocity is not a good thing; the three brothers could feel the ridicule and malice from those around them.

But precisely because they are sensible, they don't cry and beg their parents for more like other children, because they know that just supporting themselves is already a huge burden on their parents. As a result, they simply don't have the free time to spend with their parents like other parents do.

That world was wonderful; even the poor had a chance to rise above their circumstances. Fortunately, the three brothers were all intelligent and climbed that ladder step by step, because their parents had said that as long as they studied hard and finished university, everything would be alright.

There were no small town test-taker, only three poor boys who wanted to open their eyes and see the bustling world.

But the reality remains harsh; all that effort can earn is a qualification, a qualification to touch the starting line.

It was at that time that they realized not all men are created equal.

Because of poverty, you hesitate when facing a girl you like; when faced with opportunities, you look back and hesitate. This is not weakness, but simply because you cannot face the consequences of failure.

Standing higher allows you to see further, but for someone who has just climbed out of the mire, all they see are towering peaks.

But fortunately, the fear of poverty will drive the cattle and horses to keep running, towards the seemingly tender carrots.

The three brothers have no shortage of fighting spirit. The eldest, Huo Jin, is a Clever Head just from his name. He forged ahead on that staircase, killing countless climbers. Most importantly, he has two healthy legs and doesn't like little girls.

The Second Son, Huo Ge, is both intelligent and clever. He bravely ventures into war zones with his extraordinary wisdom, becoming a crazy young man caught in the crossfire in every sense of the word, thus opening his eyes to the world ahead of time.

Not to be outdone, Huo Sanlang, with his extraordinary wisdom, was adept at navigating social situations, venturing overseas and writing his legend among his fellow civil engineering enthusiasts.

But material wealth cannot erase the scars of childhood, which is why Mordred is so greedily thirsty for wealth. He was terrified of poverty and never wanted to see those tired but stubbornly persevering eyes again.

Unfortunately, the legend was not written down, but was instead struck by a meteor into this cesspool. And this time, Thomas filled the void of fatherly love that Mordred lacked in her childhood.

Dog-men naturally lazy, the kind of people who, once they're full, will lie down rather than stand up – a style completely opposite to this world.

Old Thomas was the oldest Shaman in the tribe, possessing immense strength and powerful Psychic Power. His eyes were piercing and could even see through the fog of the future, comparable to Malcador's.

Unfortunately, he had no children and was nearing the end of his life with no one to rely on. It was at this moment that Mordred descended from the sky.

For Mordred, Thomas was not only an expensive adoptive father, but also an excellent teacher who truly groomed him as his successor.

Although they addressed each other as father and son, their relationship was closer than that of close friends.

Aside from having a habit of swearing for no reason and being a bit short-tempered, everything about her was wonderful.

As the saying goes: Eight years of wind and rain, father and son meet again on the Serenity Grassland. The old dog and the young dog gaze at each other, their joy surpassing that of close friends.

Little blanket, oh little blanket, vast grassland, oh vast grassland, my father loves me, I love my father!

That time was Mordred's most cherished memory, and he wouldn't allow anyone to desecrate it. You, a mistress who doesn't even come close to the Octagram, dare to mention Thomas? I think you're asking for death.

"Speak your mind, or shut up, Vashtorr. You'd better satisfy me with your little secrets, or I'll make you pay with my life."

Being able to communicate is a good thing; even Daemon can't stand passive-aggressive behavior. Seeing Mordred stop, Vashtorr immediately bent down and whispered:

"Thomas Wayne isn't actually human."

Q_Q(~×)

Mordred's mouth opened slightly, its eyes instantly sharpening. Without any hesitation, it plunged its paw into Val the Immortal's eye socket, cursing loudly:

"Nonsense, how could I not know that my dad's a dog? And my current biological father is a dog too."

The Golden Giant, who was supervising the construction of the Webway, sneezed for no apparent reason. He wondered which bastard was talking about him again, but it had nothing to do with Vashtorr; Mordred had clearly misunderstood.

But since this was the collaborator he had chosen, the Daemon demigod wasn't angry at all. Instead, he explained with a mysterious expression:

"I didn't call your father a dog. No, your father is indeed a dog, but that's not what I meant. Haven't you noticed that the Dog-men looks remarkably like that guy?"

"Who is it? Just say it, don't play games with me. No wonder you'll never become a big shot if you keep beating around the bush like this."

Vashtorr was in a great hurry, but he couldn't reveal the god's name, so he took out a mirror and placed it in front of Mordred, and then took out a portrait and hung it on the wall.

"Mordred, you can fool the Cursed, but don't fool yourself. Do you really think you achieved what you have through your own efforts? You were born to be on our side."

Don't rush to refute, look in the mirror before you speak!

Looking at herself in the mirror, and then at the portrait, Mordred looked astonished:

"How could they be so similar?"

"It's more than just similar! Look at that mouth, and look at those unrestrained, arrogant eyes, especially that red birthmark..."

They're practically identical.

Mordred still refused to believe that this projection of himself was fabricated out of thin air. You can't say that Khorne with a dog's head is Thomas.

Seeing that Mordred was still unwilling to face reality, Vashtorr was extremely anxious; he didn't want his collaborator to slip away.

According to his plan, after learning that his adoptive father was not human, Mordred should have been shattered and developed a rift with the Cursed.

Once the seeds of doubt are sown, and the true nature of the Primarch is revealed, along with the Imperial Truth that can be considered the greatest lie, then we can take advantage of the situation.

The thought of possessing Atlas and gaining a Primarch made Vashtorr hum softly.

"Mordred, you may not know this in the real world, but it's rumored throughout the Sea of Souls that you are the Blood God's son. Even I, Daemon Slaves in the Forge of Souls, know this, and the Blood God himself has even admitted it."

"You're talking nonsense!" Mordred waved his hand, and in a flash, his body transformed from a miniature Dog-men back into his human form:

"I'm a human, not Daemon. Open your eyes and take a good look. How do I resemble that useless dog?"

"You have lewd lines on your forehead."

"That's War Mark! War Mark, you bastard, can't you speak properly? This is the mark of my status as the Great Chieftain of the Atlas Clan."

The balance of power has shifted, and Mordred, trapped in a self-proving trap, is nearly driven mad. How could Thomas possibly be Khorne's Khorne ego? That's simply impossible.

"By the way, Thomas uses Psychic Power, and Khorne hate witchcraft the most. How do you explain that?"

Vashtorr doesn't need any explanation; the Four Gods are Warp gods, from lowly Daemon to divine blessings, all of them are related to Psychic Power.

Khorne dislikes witchcraft, but that doesn't mean he doesn't use it. On the contrary, the Khorne are very skilled at witchcraft, and Khorne Daemons altars.

"And don't you wonder why the Dog-men are allowed to live and thrive in this Serenity? You should know that the Dog-men race existed before the War in Heaven, and they weren't as gentle as they are now."

If it weren't for bad luck in running into the C'tan and the Old Ones (Old Ones), they would have been scattered to every corner of the galaxy long ago.

In terms of knowledge reserves, Vashtorr, as a living fossil of Daemon, is extremely valuable, and he really didn't fool Mordred; he discovered it all through his own archaeological exploration.

Mordred had also doubted the origins of the Dog-men, as there were legends of Dog-men Imperium in tribal mythology. However, he simply couldn't believe that these big dogs, who only knew how to slack off, could establish a galactic empire. This wasn't Doraemon Movie.

"Further words are pointless, and I don't want to hear them. Didn't you say Khorne was my father? I'll call him right now and ask him!"

For the Khorne who have countless avatars and spend their days frantically playing games online with others in the Divine Seal Network, Mordred is on their special watch list, and they will appear instantly as soon as there is any news about him.

To navigate the complex web of admirers, Mordred even created a small, highly prestigious group, including not only the Four Merchants but also the Emperor.

Vashtorr had been skeptical, but the Blood God, one of the Warp God, replied instantly, clearly envious. This further convinced him that his chosen partner also wanted to join the clique.

[@ War God 8888, Khorne, I have a question for you, are you my dad?]

[Master of Mankind:???]

[Gourmet:???]

[Clever Head:???]

[Purple Mood:???]

A series of question marks tells you how abstract this question is, but the Khorne actually typed it out, instantly shattering his pretentious image.

[You already know! Since that's the case, I won't hide it from you anymore. Actually, I'm your great-grandfather, but as long as you leave that bastard of the Cursed, you can be my father!]

Even if it's just to stay with the Cursed, as long as we, Ren, live a good life, that's more important than anything else. I really love you so much.

[@Lord of Master of Mankind, you dead bastard, say something!]