Why Doesn't the Emperor Dare Descend Upon Nuceria?

In Colchis, the Heart of the Oasis, a unique funeral is taking place. Everyone is deeply saddened, tears streaming from their lips.

They ate the food on the table like crazy.

Thanks to the starch synthesis device brought by Atlas, a continuous banquet of three hundred tables was easily achievable, complemented by the special spices of Colchis.

The Dog-men chef can make all sorts of delicious dishes using flavorless starch, which is clean and hygienic.

Luojia didn't understand why funerals involved such a lavish feast or why they were decorated with lanterns and streamers, but Mordred simply told her it was a local custom, and that if the spirits of Kor Phaeron and Aribas could see it, they would surely be happy.

Moon Wolves, who were also indulging in gluttony, agreed, saying they never wanted to eat the slop prepared by their own cooks again. They later learned that these cooks had come to Terra to work through a benefactor's introduction from Chemos.

And this important person was no outsider; he was none other than Akurduna, the Great Commander behind the Son of the Emperor.

Not only Horus knew this man, but Mordred was also quite familiar with him. He was a fine young man, and no one could find fault with him. He could be described as a true Son of the Emperor, except that he could cook food that would give even Space Marine food poisoning.

Mordred thought that this guy, like Tom, must have some kind of mystical element in him to make Space Marine get sick; otherwise, there was no way to explain it.

The return of the Primarch is a major event for the Empire, but both Horus and Mordred believe that it is inappropriate to allow the current Luojia to return to the Legion.

The Seventeenth Legion is one of the commanders' favorite legions no matter where it is placed. It has the farming talent of the Ultramarines, the fearlessness of War Hounds, and the absolute obedience of the Iron Warriors.

Such a great legion, if they found out that their Primarch was a masochistic pervert, they wouldn't even dare to imagine what would happen next.

Aribas is dead, but even if Aribas is dead, there's still Erebus. People like Luojia are just too easy to control.

Although Mordred has always acted as a hands-off manager and has consistently joked that he is merely a Primarch, while Goff is the true Legion Commander of Atlas.

But this doesn't mean he can't control the Legion. With Mind Network connection, unless Mordred, the mastermind, has a problem, no one can bypass him to steal Atlas, as the Randan War has already proven.

Therefore, Luojia Jia's values must be reshaped. She doesn't need to be perfect, but she should at least be comparable to Russ.

Otherwise, if someone with ulterior motives were to appear, a large legion like the 17th Army would suffer.

Thinking about this, we have to mention the other Primarchs. Even though he is a superhuman, the Primarch still has all sorts of personality flaws.

And without exception, not a single one of them was a normal person; they were all born into the same family.

Of course, Mordred would never admit to having any flaws; he was a perfect being who combined the best of everything, possessing all the advantages of the Primarch.

Since the arrival of the Abomination would take some time, the two took advantage of this gap to start talking to Luojia, hoping to correct his thinking.

Basically, Horus plays the bad cop and Mordred plays the good cop, guiding this imperial Princess through basic knowledge.

If you're asking why the seemingly menacing bald, tight-fitting freak plays the bad cop instead of Mordred, who's more like a stepmother, then you should ask who Luojia resembles. Horus said he couldn't bring himself to curse her.

With things having come to this point, Mordred didn't say much, but as seven days passed, his patience wore thin.

"Wenbai is incompetent, a disgrace to the nation, Horus! If you continue to indulge her, I'll beat you up too!"

"Mordred, calm down, calm down! You need to be patient! Luojia Jia has made significant progress."

Looking at Luo Luojia, who was huddled in the room, looking at him with pitiful puppy eyes, Mordred felt no pang of sympathy. He always felt that this guy seemed to know that Horus was easy to talk to, and that he was two-faced.

He's obedient when facing himself, doing whatever he's told, but he unleashes his true nature when facing Horus, I don't know which unlucky thing he inherited from.

Mordred grabbed the book "The Chronicles of the Divine Emperor" from the table, glanced at it twice, and then tore it to shreds.

"Don't want."

"You dare talk back? It's been a week already! Instead of learning from those who fabricate scriptures, you're doing something better. You don't have my physique. If Old Man Huang sees you like this, aren't you afraid he'll beat you to death?"

Let me tell you, there are no omnipotent gods in this world. At most, there are some powerful Lifeform. And Old Man Huang is not a god either; he's just an empty-headed fool.

Horus, you get over there and squat down too. I'm here to supervise Luojia's homework; she's going to be Legion Commander someday, and instead, you're playing house with her. Are you kidding me?

Mordred was furious. As a great educator who had taught Fulgrim, Perturabo, and Koz, he had never seen anyone so stubborn.

As the Primarch, Luojia also has Super Brain, able to remember most knowledge after seeing it once, but this guy regards everything as a miracle brought by the Yellow Skins.

Every day without fail, he would stay in his room to worship, offering prayers to the Emperor's statue with fanaticism, almost like a freak. He even had the leisure to write little imperial books.

Having extracurricular hobbies is one thing, but being treated differently is also acceptable; it even makes you seem clever. Mordred isn't one of those parents who just say "I'm doing this for your own good" but are actually engaging in "tiger parenting" and imposing their own incompetence on their children.

What really bothered him was something else:

"Did you whip yourself again? I've told you it's not a good habit. Hand it over right now. If I wasn't worried about you getting pleasure from it, I'd whip you myself."

Mordred wasn't uneducated in physics; given his volatile temper, he'd rather resort to violence than words. But who would have thought Luojia would actually get his kicks?

This Master Mordred in a dilemma, unsure whether to hit him or beat him up.

Under Luojia's rather reluctant gaze, Mordred pulled out a large box of toys from under the bed, including a restraint leather suit, a barbed whip, and Rong's favorite pins.

If this guy keeps going like this, even without Slaanesh's underhanded tactics, he'll be reporting to the Six Rings Silver Palace sooner or later.

It's all the fault of those two beasts, Kor Phaeron and Aribas! They've turned my perfectly good sister into a monster. Pepe is much less of a worry for them!

And then there's that despicable Lair Snake, always resorting to such underhanded tricks. One day I'll Kiya you severely.

Seeing the two large lumps squatting there like non-combustible garbage, Mordred became more and more annoyed, but he had no choice but to endure it.

If she were brought before the Emperor, given the Yellow Skins's parenting philosophy, she would definitely be kicked away on Great Crusade, and that would be the end of it.

After defeating Horus, Mordred believed that this hindrance had to be removed first, otherwise Luojia would never amount to anything.

Listening to his two older brothers arguing outside because of him, Luojia couldn't understand why things had turned out this way. He had also learned all that complicated knowledge, but Mordred was still not satisfied, even though he had lived like this for decades.

"God, please protect Horus! My Second Brother is so fierce; he's like a monster in human skin."

The sound of prayers filled the room, and Luo Luojia, holding the Emperor statue, shone with golden light, proclaiming a miracle known as faith.

But no one knows the source of this miracle; only God knows.

Horus left, taking his Moon Wolves to the front lines of the Great Crusade after Mordred repeatedly assured him that she would not mistreat Luojia.

However, before leaving, Horus secretly sent a message to the Emperor in celestial language, informing the old man of Old Man Huang Luojia's return.

As for why Horus, a doting brother, would agree to let Mordred teach Luojia, it's simply because Atlas offered so much.

Mordred directly promised to allocate a dedicated Dalian for transporting supplies to Moon Wolves, and to deliver two clusters at cost price, totaling 400 Tactical Dreadnought mechs of various sizes and weights, along with a series of reciprocal measures.

The reason for this is that the Department of the Munitorum is incompetent; they lost more supplies than were delivered, especially on the front lines of the Great Crusade, which are far from the core of the Empire.

With a large number of Primarchs returning to the Legion, Moon Wolves' most effective tactic of overwhelming others with sheer force is no longer available, forcing them to transform their strategy. However, they are unwilling to risk their lives to fill the gaps due to ammunition shortages.

They also longed for the same endless ammunition and heavy firepower as the legions supported by Atlas, and they wanted to enjoy a cup of hot tea from their hometown during lulls in the fighting, after all, it was a tradition of Cthonia.

While Luojia was still praying to the gods, she was unaware that Horus had already sold her out, and that the Empire's fastest legendary Exemplar of Evil, had already arrived in Colchis.

"Luojia, come out quickly, your Second Brother wants to give you special training."

Looking at Mordred, whose face was obscured by the sunlight, revealing only a gaping maw surrounded by writhing shadows, Luojia subconsciously swallowed.

"Second Brother, can I not go?"

What do you think?

As an immense force struck, Luojia suddenly witnessed a shocking scene: her elder brother had four arms, and in the shadows, a dim-witted Daemon holding a syringe sneered at her.

"Horus, Sixteenth Brother, save me, save me!"

"Scream? Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you. I've had enough of all this red tape. A brat like you needs to be properly disciplined."

You like self-torture, don't you? Fine, then I'll grant your wish. You'd better live on with all your might! Morgan, what are you waiting for?!

With a soft "plop," the sharp, Adamantium crafted needle pierced the skin, injecting a special anesthetic from the Angron —Nuceria into the bloodstream. Three seconds later, seeing Luo Jia Collapsed on the Ground Luojia, already fast asleep, the unscrupulous master and servant exchanged a glance and couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"No wonder it's Nuceria specialty. I suspect the Emperor doesn't dare go to Nuceria because he's afraid of being drugged by the High Lord and captured to be Star Slaves!"