Crushed Bones and Ashes, Die for Me.

Something's not right. Nine out of ten things are definitely not right.

This was so strange that even Horus, with his multiple filters applied, could see it; clearly, something unusual had happened to this sister.

Meanwhile, the secret team had also located their target.

As the leader of the Black Knights of Atlas, the Khan perfectly inherited the tradition of the Dark Angels, and was Mordred's number one secret agent, specializing in doing dirty work for him.

Meanwhile, Kialan, who was accompanying him, may not have a great track record, as she was able to be killed by Tom in a one-on-one fight. However, she was a high-achieving student who had been in Commorragh and was also the Pope of the Dark Moon Cult. In terms of ruthlessness, she was not much different from the Khan.

To ensure secrecy, Mordred dispatched only the Khan, the human telegraph machine, while the rest of his personnel were Aeldari soldiers. This was a secret force hidden within Atlas, the cream of the crop chosen from among the Aeldari, whom Mordred called Ghost Agents.

Each agent is equipped with Hazardous Environment Combat Suit, which is extremely expensive to produce. Although it looks flimsy, its protective capabilities are comparable to Terminator Armor. Each piece is a handcrafted masterpiece by Mordred.

Furthermore, they possess the unique ability of multi-spectral optical cloaking, making them particularly well-suited for highly agile units like the Aeldari. Each individual is equipped with Phase Sword capable of instantly tearing apart Adamantium and cutting through Adamantium.

The main reason for choosing Aeldari as the Ghost Agents is their inherently highly sensitive constitution. Combined with the various combat potions personally developed by Mordred, Ghost Agents are essentially an enhanced plus version of the Assassinorum.

As a highly renowned religious figure and the lord of an army, Kor Phaeron's travels were extremely grand. The Tactical Squad easily blended into the vast army of cavalry, and even Kialan used his size advantage to lie on the roof of the carriage to eavesdrop.

"Teacher, we have conquered the last tribe. You have become the true King of the Gobi, the Earthly God-Emperor worshipped and revered by all. We will soon be able to advance into the depths of the desert."

The speaker was none other than Aribas, who was currently enjoying the fruit offered by the believers. He loved the feeling of being worshipped by thousands.

"That's right, my most prized disciple, you're absolutely right."

"It won't be long before we can march into the inland. With Luojia as our warhammer, everything will be fine. I have to say, adopting Luojia was the wisest decision I've ever made in my life."

"And by then, my papacy will be yours."

Looking at the brightly lit Outside World and the massive convoy stretching for miles, Kor Phaeron was deeply enamored with the taste of power; he could decide the life or death of anyone if he wanted to.

He casually painted a rosy picture for Aribas, but Kor Phaeron knew exactly what kind of person his disciple was, and how he had become Aribas.

Compared to Luojia, who was deeply influenced by religion, Kor Phaeron was an abeliever. He knew what he longed for, and it was definitely not the so-called God-Emperor.

For over a decade, Kor Phaeron and Aribas subjected Luojia to relentless PUA and both physical and mental torture, not only gaining her respect and faith but also, with the help of divine blessings, turning Luojia into a complete tool.

Furthermore, through Aribas, he learned about the great Dark Gods, Empyrean revealed to him the future, that he would surely become a legend.

The thought that this so-called Scion of the God-Emperor could be trained to be as obedient as a dog made Kor Phaeron laugh.

However, as a being even more despicable and beastly than Kor Phaeron, Aribas would not be satisfied with a so-called pope. The Dark Gods revealed a broader future to him, and for now, he only needed to endure.

But Kor Phaeron mentioned Luojia, which made Aribas very jealous. That bitch-like thing, how could she have such great power? It should all belong to him, just like when he replaced Aribas.

The master and apprentice, harboring ulterior motives, failed to notice that the originally grand convoy gradually lengthened, and the guards who should have been dutifully performing their duties disappeared one by one.

The Black Gobi Desert is a battlefield in the desert, where countless bones are buried deep in the yellow sand, and today another batch of blood will soak it.

Shadowy figures danced in the moonlight, each movement taking a life. For peace in the afterlife, they had already sold their souls to the unspeakable Lord of the Dark Moon, and now, the gods needed them to slaughter to their heart's content.

The yellow sand obscured everything, including the taste of blood, which displeased the blood Blood God who craved blood. However, upon seeing the master enveloping the dancers, the Khorne, though silent, erased the last imperfection.

Looking at the distant city-states where the flames of war had already been lit, Aribas felt a sense of unease. This innate ability had saved him many times, but this time no one could save him.

In an instant, a blade that could cut through space descended from the sky, slicing through Kor Phaeron's neck at a perfect angle, decapitating him instantly. Then, it swung back and thrust, severing Aribas's arm.

There were no pointless pre-battle monologues, only swift and decisive kills, efficient and precise – this was Atlas's consistent philosophy.

No matter how beastly they are, no matter how great the harm they may cause in the future, at this moment, Kor Phaeron and Aribas are just mortals, even less than an Imperial Navy.

Seven streaks of starlight flashed by, piercing through the carriage and tearing apart vital parts of Aribas's body. And in the final moments of this beast's life...

A massive hand, imbued with Emerald Chaos Energy, descended from the sky, seizing Arebas's soul and setting it ablaze.

"Father, the mission is complete. Shall we destroy the body?"

The echo from the Mind Network interrupted Mordred's thoughts. He cursed under his breath, realizing he should have given those two beasts a good beating.

"No need to destroy them. Sometimes, the dead are more useful than the living."

Remember to leave two alive to Carpet Bombing, and tell Kialan, "I want to eat fish, and let me see the cooking she learned in Commorragh."

Seeing that his father was about to add more drama, the Khan, as the heir, had no choice but to accept that this was his original body. He immediately signaled to his men to leave two people alive.

Watching them recount how devout they are, how they punish themselves daily, and how Kor Phaeron and Aribas "care" for their Luojia.

I originally thought I would gain a Golden Word Envoy, but I never expected to gain a masochist, and a twisted, obsessive, and religiously fanatical person at that.

Since that's the case, we have no choice but to resort to drastic measures.

"Holy Son, something terrible has happened! The Pope and the Holy See have been assassinated!"

Upon hearing the news, Luojia rushed out and saw his father and brother, their bodies cut in half, their flesh mangled beyond recognition, tortured to death by a thousand cuts.

"Inconsistent"

Overwhelmed with grief, Luojia knelt on the ground, her heart filled with immense sorrow, tears streaming down her face, soaking the yellow sand.

"Why? Why did this happen, God! I had already found my blood brother, but why did I have to lose my father and brother? Who did it? Who did it? I will take revenge."

Horus remained expressionless upon witnessing this scene. Ever since learning about Luojia's background, he had been convinced that Mordred was right: these two beasts had to die.

But he never expected to die so quickly. No wonder everyone said Mordred was bloodthirsty and had made these two corpses look like this.

Horus didn't say much. As Great Astartes Doctrine, he looked down on mortals and wouldn't let such a small matter cause a rift between him and his brother. His only concern was whether Mordred had handled the matter properly.

Horus, feeling guilty, wanted to comfort Luo Jia when he saw Luojia in such deep grief, but Mordred faster. She pushed Luo Shan aside and landed on the two squirrel-shaped mandarin fish.

"Alas, my father and brothers whom I never met, how could you have died so tragically?"

Without your guidance, how could Luojia survive? I was hoping to take you two back to the Empire to enjoy your retirement. Why wasn't it that bastard, the Yellow Skins, who died?

"Hmph, woo woo woo, hee hee."

If we disregard the act that could easily be described as destroying evidence, Mordred's wailing was truly heart-wrenching, enough to bring tears to the eyes of anyone who heard or saw it. The gushing tears splashed onto the bodies of the two dead, stirring up wisps of smoke.

Seeing the corpse that was almost melted into a skeleton, Luojia hurriedly tried to pull Mordred away, but unexpectedly, instead of pulling him away, he fell to his knees, his head buried in that lump of rotten flesh.

Like the intense, pungent stench emanating from an old man's armpit on the subway, which nearly made Luojia vomit, this shock actually made her less sad.

"Second Brother, stop crying. If you keep crying, you'll be reduced to ashes."

Seeing that the corpse had been ransacked beyond recognition, Mordred knew when to stop. He shut down the acid glands, patted Luojia on the shoulder, and said righteously:

"No matter how you look at it, these two old folks raised you with a lot of hardship, even though they always beat and scolded you and treated you like a dog."

But the dead must be respected, and I must hold a grand funeral for them to commemorate their spirits in heaven.

I will take them into the starry sky, send them to be cremated in the sun, so that they may become stars and forever shine upon you!

"Second Brother, I, I--."

"No need to say anything more."

Mordred quickly covered Luojia's mouth and gestured to the Khan had appeared beside him unnoticed, to hurry up and take action before the two of them got hurt.

Horus witnessed all of this and suddenly realized how terrifying his brother was—killing not only the victim but also the victim's spirit, and then feigning compassion with crocodile tears.

But Mordred didn't care about that. He was going to grind those two to dust in front of Luojia. As for Luojia, he had plenty of ways to correct her.

"The Khan, send me a message of Serenity. Have Goff ship two Titan, no, ship five over here."