This is a Trial
Luojia felt like she was having a dream.
In my dream, I was fixed in Incubation Pod, where a large monster led a group of smaller monsters that kept chattering away, and even cut something off my body.
Just as she was trying to figure out what was going on, she drifted off to sleep again.
Looking at Luojia, who had fallen into a coma again in the Incubation Pod, Morgan showed no pity and took out another tube of anesthetic and put it in. It was only Primarch had a strong self-healing ability that Luojia's neck was covered with dense needle marks.
"Father, isn't this a bit inappropriate for us, especially for the third child?"
"What's wrong with that? Two sixes, beat them. Morgan, come over here, it's your turn to play."
"Here they come, here they come." Morgan, holding cards, has recently become increasingly human-like and, with Mordred's approval, has begun making contact with the Legion. Perhaps inheriting some of Mordred's traits, his gaming skills are extremely poor, but his card-playing skills are top-notch.
Due to its close ties with the Warp, Atlas boasts well-developed Entertainment Facilities, serving both to cultivate one's mind and to avoid Warp Radiation contamination.
Don't be fooled by the Daemon under the Four Gods and Demons; these Four Merchants can tear planets apart with a single thought. This is in the Warp.
In the Material Universe, it would be utterly nerfed.
Otherwise, why would the Four Merchants go to such lengths to pursue the Primarch? It's because the Primarch has dual residency in both the Material Universe and the Warp. The Greater Daemon isn't strong in the Material Universe; a single Macro Cannon would still banish him with a fart.
Human travel is inseparable from the Warp. Even if the Abomination is large enough, like a Steel Metropolis, it could be poached if it discovers heretics or makes any oversight.
The empire, driven by extreme chauvinism, chose exploitation and brainwashing. As long as every bit of the crew's strength was squeezed out, they had no time to think outside the box. Coupled with repeated brainwashing based on Imperial Truth, Fealty was all that mattered, regardless of the crew's well-being.
The reason why Atlas's crew had a low mutation rate has always been an important research topic for Mechanicus, who even suspect that Mordred may have conducted some kind of blasphemous Genetic Modification Blasphemous Experiment.
But in reality, there were no Blasphemous Experiment at all. At most, Fel Energy be considered one, but the most important thing was that Atlas treated people as human beings.
Atlas soldiers, who possess vast resources, enjoy extremely high benefits; even though their salaries are similar, their welfare benefits are excellent.
Once you Atlas, the legion will support you for life. Even if you die in battle, your descendants will live and Cultivate with the Nation. Hospitalization and Medical Care will be free, and you'll receive housing, land, and bonus points on exams.
On the battlefield, the T-Series Individual Power Exoskeleton issued to all personnel can greatly enhance the Combat Power of the Auxilia, allowing wearers to jump higher, run faster, and save their lives as much as possible, directly comparable to the Stormcast Eternals.
Atlas invested all the wealth he had accumulated over the years into infrastructure development, which led to an improvement in the living standards of the people and a better quality of soldiers.
Mordred disdained the exploitation of the Civilians, and even more so the so-called Culture of Suffering in the Empire; he would take money from whoever had it.
With ample food and drink, full pay and generous rewards, and a clear path to promotion written in black and white, becoming a New Aristocracy is not a problem as long as you are willing to work hard.
The young Atlas soldier was eager to make a name for himself. What Daemon and Xenos? He'd rather borrow their heads and use them to forge his legendary path.
It's no wonder that Warp are circulating throughout the Warp that Mordred is Khorne son. Her obsessive fascination with heads, and her constant attempts to build mounds of skulls, are making even the Khorne want to tear up the flag.
This combination of moves—joining the Legion to protect Super Serenity, becoming Atlas, becoming Spartan warrior, becoming a powerful and cool Space Marines —is the dream of every child in the 1950s.
"So, if we don't take drastic measures against someone like Luojia, who's so eccentric even Rambo would shake his head, there's bound to be trouble later."
Rambo, feeling offended, had nothing to say. After all, this was his boss, so he immediately ordered everyone to lay landmines.
If you broaden your perspective, you can see Luojia's hometown, Colchis, but this isn't Colchis; it's her satellite, Cole's Ruins.
Indeed, humans used to name things so casually. Colchis had four satellites: Cole Grey Silk, Cole Black Silk, and...
Cole White Silk, and Mordred's favorite Cole's Ruins, made him thirsty.
As Arms Dealer, Atlas had its own Titan Group, including two Warlord Titan, six Dire Wolves, and Tactical Dreadnought capable of brief Aerial Glide, all of which were airdropped onto the surface of Cole's Ruins.
To make the special training more effective, Mordred brainstormed ideas and, at the suggestion of her offspring, laid down landmines, Sentry Gun, and "Jingba Mushroom".
They also brought a series of Atlas weapons, and even airlifted a Catachan Demon over.
If the self-destructing toads weren't so wild and untamed, exploding whenever they saw people, Atlas and his gang, always eager for drama, would definitely have taken down a couple.
For a whole week, the Atlas Tin Can Kid did nothing but set traps on this ruined satellite and discuss how to make the esteemed Imperial Primarch "more comfortable."
In other legions, they certainly wouldn't do something so despicable as to harm Primarchs, but Atlas has a history of such actions. They even dared to use their own Primarchs to Blast with Lance, so it's already quite generous of them not to put the Luojia into Orbital Bombardment.
With the incubation tank containing Luojia fully loaded, all Atlas retreated to their designated locations. (Open the screen of the character "Pip-Boy".)
Come and watch this Primarch Battle Royale drama.
Cold, shivering.
Luojia Opened Eyes and knelt on the ground. The flickering light and the dark, cramped space made her realize that she might no longer be in Colchis.
Then she saw various weapons neatly arranged next to her, and a Television Screen displaying Mordred.
You're awake.
Second Brother, why did you--
"Shh." Without giving Luojia a chance to ask, Mordred said expressionlessly:
"Sometimes I feel quite helpless. My father is a gambler, my mother ran away, my brother is away on a military expedition, and our family is broken. As your Good Second Brother, I feel helpless."
I must work hard for your future.
"Luojia, don't you like to pray? Your Second Brother believes you. But I think whipping you is too impure. I have a better gift for you."
Luojia thought Mordred might have gone mad and missed the days when Horus was around; at least Mordred wouldn't have laughed so frighteningly back then.
Do you think I'm crazy?
"No, How Could I think that? Second Brother, why don't you Let Me Go? I'll never pray again; I believe in the Imperial Truth— "
"Lie!!"
A loud shout interrupted Luojia's story and started the countdown on the screen. Mordred didn't believe any of this two-faced stubborn person's nonsense. He knew to dodge when a fist was about to hit his face. Where was he before?
"Is your faith so fragile? Luojia, this is a trial. One month. If you can persevere for one month, you will be reborn."
I really dislike potential threats, so you absolutely must survive!
Otherwise, I'll replace you with another Luojia; she still has hair, you know.
Stepping aside, a massive Incubation Pod came into view. Through the screen, Luojia could see that the Tall humanoid figure looked exactly like himself.
"See? You have thirty seconds to prepare. You absolutely must survive, or you'll be sent back to the furnace for rework."
"Remember, this is a trial. Have fun, my dear sister."