Warmaster, even a dog wouldn't do it.

"Hi, Mordred, I have something to discuss with you."

Horus Lupercal, a man among men, the epitome of masculinity, is like a dazzling star fallen to earth; just standing there inspires a sense of goodwill.

Unlike Mordred, who misleads people with her beauty, Horus's charm comes from his temperament. Even with thinning hair, his smile has a gentle, refreshing quality, like a sunny and cheerful young man—the kind of person who grows on you the more you look at him.

But this charm is selective; it had no effect on Mordred. Due to her height, Big Mo could see Horus's sparse head at a glance, which always seemed a bit funny to her.

Even those with the Primarch couldn't escape the problem of baldness.

"Ahem, Horus, what brings you here? The latest batch of magazines isn't for you—woo-woo-woo."

Before Mordred could finish speaking, Horus covered his mouth, saying, "How can we tell anyone about this? We brothers can keep it to ourselves."

"Shh, keep your voice down. Stop thinking about that magazine and think about yourself. Your father is in Serenity, and I sense he's not in a good mood."

You'd better be careful.

Horus's claim that the Emperor was in a bad mood was an exaggeration; he was far from just in a bad mood—he was practically exploding with rage, constantly muttering Mordred's name, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. Horus had never seen him like this before.

Horus was quite the right man to tip off the Emperor right under his nose. But what Horus didn't know was that Mordred was completely unconcerned when he heard that the Yellow Skins were coming to cause trouble.

"Pah, I'm not afraid of him. That incompetent piece of trash dares to talk back to me. He has no shame."

"Then I'll have face! I'm your father!"

A loud shout rang out, Golden Giant suddenly appeared behind the two. Just as Horus had said, his face was indeed as black as the bottom of a pot.

There were several bloody cuts on his body, seemingly inflicted by some large, ferocious beast.

But the Golden Giant, who was in a fit of rage, didn't give anyone a chance to explain. Horus was also caught in the crossfire and was slapped to the ground, leaving two big dents in the floor.

No one can accept being slapped for no reason. Mordred kicked his legs and slammed into the Emperor's waist, then began wildly clawing at the Yellow Skins as he rode on it.

"You bastard, you're useless and you're blaming me? If you've got the guts, go fight them! I've disliked you for a long time, you tyrant!"

"I'm a tyrant? Our whole family launched this Great Crusade together, and now you call me a tyrant? I think I've just been too lenient with you."

The Master of Mankind and the Imperial Warmaster, two figures standing at the pinnacle of the empire, disregarded all dignity, behaving like thugs and scoundrels, kicking and shoving, utterly disgracing the empire.

This scene attracted a crowd of onlookers, who were caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to go up or down. Even the Adeptus Custodes were just standing by, dumbfounded.

After all, this was His Majesty's family matter. If they went to mediate, neither side would be happy. Only Horus felt like the sky was falling, shouting, "Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, stop fighting!"

An incompetent father, a rebellious son, and Horus, who adds to the spice of life, excite the four noble creatures who have been eyeing the Primarch, shouting, "Fight! Fight! I want to see this Kiya!"

The two giants showed no mercy, clearly fighting with real fury. Their hair and clothes were scattered all over the ground, making Horus, whose hair was thinning, feel uncomfortable, wishing that the hair wasn't on his own head.

"Mordred, if you continue to act so recklessly, you might as well resign as Warmaster."

"Fine, I won't do it. You think I care? Don't come crying to me later. You brought Horus here just so you could replace me, right? Here you go, I'm not doing it."

With an Emperor, Mordred removed the silver laurel wreath from her head and threw it on the ground. Now everyone knew that things had gotten out of hand.

Watching Mordred being taken away by Atlas, the Emperor's face was grim and uncertain. No one dared to provoke him at this moment, and they all pretended not to see anything. Only Horus stared at the laurel wreath symbolizing the Warmaster Position in silence.

Horus had his eye on the Warmaster Position, and not only him, but also a certain unnamed Lion King. In fact, every Primarch believed that he was the best candidate for Warmaster, even Russ.

But Horus would have preferred to see his brothers live in harmony, even if there was suspicion that he was posing for the photo. But judging by actions, not intentions, even if it was an act, who could pretend for half a century?

Just as the First Returned Son was struggling with his inner turmoil, pondering how to ease the tension between his father and Mordred, in the Serenity Hive City, inside the Hive Research Institute, which was heavily protected by the Blackstone Device, the two big guys who had seemingly broken ties were secretly plotting.

"Hey, go easy on me! You dog, you actually hit me! And your claws are poisonous! You've made my scalp bleed, can't you see I'm injured?"

Mordred remained silent, simply pouring disinfectant into the solution and occasionally using her claws to remove any stray hairs.

"Shut up. This is the composure of an old-generation artist. If I don't hit you hard, how will people know that the Emperor and the Warmaster have broken off relations? I'd love to break your legs."

As a close friend, and perhaps his only friend in the world, Mordred knew exactly what kind of shit the Yellow Skins was about to poop the moment it raised its hand.

The Emperor's weakness was immediately apparent; he had clearly fought a fierce battle with the Khorne and was now extremely exhausted.

As the last stray hair was removed, the Emperor, now sporting long, straight black hair parted in the middle, sighed, "Damn it, if I could destroy the entire world with a single punch, would I have bothered making a deal with those Four Useless Ones?"

But I found something interesting this time, do you want to touch it and see?

Following the gaze, a small flame was silently burning on the Emperor's finger, gradually turning from black to dark gold.

This flame was different from the Emperor's usual powerful psionic Psychic Power; it looked incredibly sophisticated. Mordred extended his long tail, intending to test its power, but was slapped back.

"Put your tail away. You have hands and feet, why do you insist on playing with your tail? Can't you act like a human like me?"

Mordred thought to himself, "In terms of human content, you're not even as good as me. I'm the only one who can be classified as Abhumans. You, this Yellow Skins, are just a suited human, a VTober."

It's actually quite terrifying to think about. From the perspective of the Four Merchants, it's like a lunatic has appeared in the dormitory. Not only can he not get a place in graduate school, but he also fantasizes that he is a two-dimensional character.

They were also swindled out of a large sum of money by this lunatic, and in the end, instead of improving, his condition worsened, and he started playing role-playing games on the computer.

Mordred extended a finger and touched the flame, immediately feeling a sharp pain; even after severing his nerves, he could still feel that piercing agony.

It's just painful, nothing more.

"This is the treasure I found. Although it's only a small piece, any Warp Entity that gets stuck on it will be instantly annihilated, beyond any hope of survival. I plan to find an opportunity to steal it from them later."

This sounded vaguely familiar, and after much thought, coupled with Horus's sudden visit, Mordred finally remembered what it was:

"Old Man Huang, don't tell me this was found in Devon."

"Ha, how did you know?"