Yandere Primarch Goes Berserk Online

Compared to gunfights, warfare with cold weapons was far more brutal, especially for the Colchis people, who were still living in a feudal society.

Fortunately, the Colchis people had a faith boost. After completing their daily prayers, the well-fed and well-rested Holy Church Army were ready to attack the last infidel stronghold in the Black Gobi.

The power of the Primarch was on full display at this moment. With just one swing, the heavily armored Luojia could turn the enemy into mincemeat, sending them back to where they came from, and smashing a group of cannon fodder in the process.

The ability to unify the surrounding neighboring states in just a few years was due to Luojia's excellent physique. In the era of cold weapons, the Primarch was an unsolvable problem.

All of this was observed by Mordred, who was floating in the clouds. Horus watched the Tall humanoid figure below, who seemed to be living in an empty world, taking down children one by one with a single blow. Horus was very satisfied. No matter what the process was like, the brave and valiant would always be favored.

But what happened next displeased Horus. After the battle ended, the Holy Church Army, who had successfully launched a surprise attack, did not press their advantage but instead began proselytizing.

Thanks to the Primarch's extraordinary vision, the two were able to see the Holy Church Army in white robes below gathering the people in an open space, setting out various ritual implements, and having them kneel in prayer.

"Second Brother, are they out of their minds?"

"Hey, religious fanatics are all like this, just like how the Empire believes in Imperial Truth. Who knows, one day when they wear Power Armor, people will be chanting scriptures next to them. When they build a Lunar-class Cruiser, they'll have to kowtow and bang their heads on every screw."

"That's terrifying! How Could something so abstract happen?"

Mordred curled his lip, thinking to himself, Horus, you're still too young. If you ever see the Imperial Cult's suffocation tactics, you'll be furious.

"Stop thinking about all that nonsense, hold on tight. We need to make a dazzling entrance. If we're lucky, Luojia won't be a loser, but a powerful and muscular man. Then we'll be in luck."

"Wait, what are you doing? Don't mess around, I can't fly."

Horus's stable, floating Bone Wings Gao Yang, Emerald Lightning emerged from its body, and flames spewed outward from the ends of its tail fins, instantly generating a 32-g overload. Horus was so frightened that it clung tightly to Mordred and let out a sharp bang.

"Hmph hmph hmph, ah ah ah---"

Emerald Meteor streaked across the night sky, and everyone witnessed this magnificent sight, shouting that a miracle had occurred. Even Luojia was escorted to the front of the stage by his "guards."

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a foul stench and a mournful cry, Mordred, with wings on her back, descended like a god or demon, smashing headfirst through the high platform.

Dark bone wings blocked out the moonlight, casting patches of shadow. Even Horus, dressed in a tight-fitting suit, was mistaken for Sanguinius, despite his incessant vomiting.

Don't ask why Mordred is mistaken for Sanguinius because of her Primarch's looks speak for themselves, and people automatically fill in the blanks in their minds. Most importantly, she hasn't even spoken yet.

Horus, on the other hand, was the epitome of manhood. Even in a grotesquely tight-fitting suit, his masculine nature was undeniable, and his sparse stubble and messy hair only accentuated his dashing nature.

The most important reason is that Horus and Mordred have been together for too long and have inevitably caught the Idiot Virus. But none of that matters. What matters is that the two Primarchs are powerful, domineering, and handsome, with their style factor maxed out.

Looking at the crowd of heads bowing down below, Mordred immediately threw off Horus, which was incredibly pathetic and almost made him vomit. If he ever switched sides, he definitely wouldn't take him along. He should go play with Guilliman instead.

"Stop kneeling! Where is your leader, Luojia? I just saw him."

Upon hearing the Sanguinius's words, a guard hurriedly replied, "My lord, Princess Luojia is right at your feet."

"What?"

Half a minute later, Luojia, who had been blasted directly into the ground, was dug out by the two men. Even unconscious, he was still wearing a helmet, cosplaying as a bull warrior.

Mordred quickly ripped off his helmet and unleashed a powerful memory restoration spell.

As Luojia slowly awoke, seeing the two figures before her, one large and one small, she instantly understood, through the bond of blood, that these were her brothers:

"Hello, I am Luojia Aurelian!"

With a broad smile, Luojia extended her hand to the two of them. Even though there was a slight lisp in her mouth, it still made people feel warm and comfortable. However, neither Mordred nor Horus reached out their hands immediately.

"What's wrong? Oh! My wig fell off."

Picking up the helmet and putting the silver wig left inside on her head, Luojia took the initiative to hold the two people's hands, completely ignoring their strange looks.

Inside the military tent, looking at Luo Jia, who had removed her armor and was now talking incessantly beside her with an arrogant Luojia, Mordred felt that perhaps this world was seriously ill. She then slapped Horus beside her.

"You bastard, what did you promise me before we came? This is your sister!"

Indeed, following Perturabo, another Primarch has been corrupted by Slaanesh, and in just that short time, Mordred has already decided that Luojia is a problem child. "Brother, why is Horus looking at me so strangely?"

"Nothing, it's just that your wig is quite unique, and this bastard who's bound to go bald someday is envious."

Upon hearing this, Luojia was not angry at all. Instead, like a Living Saint, he took off his wig and pressed it onto Horus's head.

This made the First Returned Son feel both embarrassed and delighted. He had long wanted a considerate and thoughtful sister, instead of a bunch of weird and crazy brothers.

Thinking of this, Horus noticed the scars on Luojia's body, which were crisscrossed and densely packed, clearly not left from the previous battle.

But this was someone else's privacy, and Horus was unwilling to ask. Instead, he looked at a beautiful oil painting hanging in the tent. In the painting, a middle-aged man was looking quite kind, holding the hands of two young children, one of whom was Luojia.

"Luojia, who are the two people in this painting?"

"You mean this? This is my adoptive father, and also my most respected teacher, Kor Phaeron. And the other one is my best friend, Aribas."

Upon hearing these two names, Horus quickly gave Mordred a look, signaling him not to act rashly, as he remembered Mordred's evaluation of the two men.

But seeing Horus's gaze, Mordred instead interpreted it as Horus telling him to be more discreet in his actions—something she hadn't expected at all.

Horus was quite shrewd; he actually figured out that Horus had already sent men to deal with those two bastards.

Deeply impressed by his good friend's understanding, Mordred returned a knowing look.

But he quickly noticed the wounds on Luojia's body, and unlike Horus, he didn't remain silent. Instead, he directly asked:

"Luojia, what happened to your injuries?"

Lifting his shirt, Luojia stroked the dense whip marks on his back. Instead of showing any pain, his face flushed with fervor, and he let out a strange laugh.

"Hehe, this is proof of my piety, an honor bestowed upon me by the God-Emperor."