A Spark

"Chaos Star - Mardon".

Although it is called a planet, Mardon is more like a Battle Moon burning with Chaos Fire, its high concentration of Chaos Energy Corruption making it greedily crave everything around it.

And that is indeed the case. As a remnant of the First Battle of Zadan, Marton is the Battle Moon that Atlas reversed space from the Physical World and dragged into the Warp.

As a genuine Celestial Weapon, Mordred certainly wouldn't waste such a good thing. Even if it was made by Xenos, using Xenos technology is nothing new in Atlas. Its level of secrecy is even lower than that book, "The Wonderful Magic That Makes Ogryn Count to 100".

By analyzing Xenos technology, Atlas ultimately created the Divine Seal Terminal, a groundbreaking invention. It can be said that without this Battle Moon, the Empire's future would have been nothing more than a chaotic mess.

Driven by primal, genetic desires, this Battle Moon was reforged, and a colossal Chaos Energy Furnace, comparable to Hive City, rose from the ground, becoming a vital stronghold for Atlas in the Warp.

After Mordred and Val the Immortal signed a secret agreement, Mardon became the Burning Legion's training base, serving as a planetary fortress and other functions.

Adhering to the principle of never wasting a single piece of trash, and authorized by the Cursed wishes to remain anonymous, Marton became the most important black market in the Veil Gap.

Don't ask why the seemingly aloof Golden Giant acts this way behind the scenes. In reality, the Emperor is more pragmatic than anyone else; he is the biggest heretic who has blasphemed the Imperial Truth.

Since humanity ventured into the void, countless cargo ships have been lost in the waves of the Sea of Souls, their supplies tumbling and drifting to every corner of the galaxy with the tides.

As Warp Entity born from extreme emotions, Daemon will never betray their desires; even Chaos Gods must abide by this fundamental principle.

With the rampant piracy of Vashtorr and the demons' tradition of using whatever works to the fullest, Daemon also enjoyed a wave of Divine Seal benefits.

Because of the existence of the Veil of reality, it is extremely difficult for Daemon to enter the Physical World and run wild. Even if they are lucky enough to sneak in, they will be reduced to a stupid dog, and if they are not careful, all their efforts will be wasted and they will have to wait for the resurrection bar to load.

However, the emergence of Divine Seal Network broke this deadlock. If we're talking about where the most hostile atmosphere is, then the online world is definitely one of the top places.

When Mordred was building the Divine Seal Terminal, what he feared most was not the Emperor's disapproval, but the sudden Chaos Explosion.

Although this world is a cesspool, the problems that plague humanity ultimately boil down to two aspects: communication and navigation. Unfortunately, both of these crucial factors require traversing Warp.

Even knowing that the Warp is a cesspool, there's nothing they can do; Warp Voyage is just that fast, and some races can't even get their hands on the shit they want.

Take the blue-skinned Tau who will appear in the future, for example. Without the support of Warp Voyage, their expansion speed is extremely slow, ridiculously slow compared to the Great Crusade.

Before the battle report even reached our home base, the Imperial Army had already arrived after we encountered the warships. This is the characteristic of Warp that transcends space and time; it's just that useful.

So when the Divine Seal Network, a method capable of stable trans-temporal communication, was born, Mordred was gambling that the Divine Seal Network would be favored by the Four Merchants.

Once everyone has tasted the benefits of the Divine Seal Network, driven by desire, everyone will protect this little gadget that can bring them novel experiences.

As it turned out, Mordred had clearly made the right bet, but what he didn't know was that the effect might have been too successful, to the point that it spawned a whole host of strange and monstrous things.

Driven by a desire to show off and for this huge pie, the Warp Entity born from their desires lost all control and began spending money like crazy, with the Fear Family Army being the most extravagant among them.

In order to win a smile from a beautiful woman and to demonstrate their own power, various derelict spaceships were captured by Daemon, then pushed around Mardon and sold off, ultimately becoming capital for the Chaos God to show off.

These supplies, after undergoing Atlas's exorcism ritual, will eventually be processed a second time by the Emperor through secret channels before being used in the construction of the Webway, which can be seen as another form of indirect Fealty.

The Emperor was thrilled, the Chaos God laughed, Atlas profited, and even ordinary Daemon could boast on the Divine Seal Network.

Everyone has a bright future.

But who is paying the price for this bright future? The answer is those unfortunate Daemon sent to do the hard labor.

On the Brass Throne, the Khorne, having witnessed such a spectacular scene, let out a smug smile. As the Top Gifter, he also believed he had participated in this duel.

Atlas's virtual currency is quite valuable, and the Death Strike Missile is expensive; to exchange it, you must trade it for equivalent resources.

In other words, Second Brother simply pulled a fast one and blew away half of Atlas's warlord Titan. It seemed like a loss, but Khorne actually thought he had gained. This is what is known as the art of winning!

Due to the abuse of Fel Energy, Atlas has been thoroughly corrupted, completely avoiding Warp corruption, but the overflowing soul fluctuations of his still excite the Khorne.

This kind of emotional power, untainted by any ulterior motive, purely driven by the excitement and fervor of battle, is comparable to an ice-cold cola on a summer's day.

Placed in the Sea of Souls, it becomes a top-grade product of extremely high purity; a single sip can make a demon feel like they're floating on air.

Moreover, it wasn't just Khorne; every single one of the Four Merchants was eyeing Atlas, like dogs crouching at the four corners of a dining table, trying to get their share of its bounty.

The thought that even that eternally unchanging Green Fatty was starting to exert its power filled the Khorne with a sense of crisis. He instinctively tightened his grip on the BB device decorated with skulls, and his canine brain began to race. He had to make a change, increase the intensity, and send demons to infiltrate Mardon.

But what the Khorne didn't know was that Atlas brought about far more changes than that.

Many Daemon have noticed that their gods have changed. They, who were once the gods' favorites, have gradually fallen out of favor. The gods' attention has been focused on the humans, and no matter how hard they try, they are no match for even a hair of the Primarch.

This inevitably reminded the bloodthirsty Greater Daemon of the bastard son of the Blood God; his arrogant and domineering figure flashed through their minds.

In particular, the questioning of the gods began to spread like a deadly poison.

But all of this was irrelevant to Mordred, who was now inspecting the construction site Atlas had set up in Colchis with the fully recovered Luojia.

As a Primarch, Mordred was no longer Warmaster, but he still had everything a Primarch should have, Colchis also enjoyed Atlas's assistance.

Seeing the various buildings springing up like mushrooms after rain, Luojia, a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, was quite shocked. But after that duel, Luojia became much more docile.

He began to diligently follow Mordred's lead and learn from her, and the self-destructive behavior of whipping himself for no reason ever reappeared.

This made Mordred sigh, "Sure enough, you have to use drastic measures when dealing with unlucky kids. Every single one of the Primarch is a problem child. You can't reason with them at all; you just have to give them a good beating."

Luojia's transformation proved this point, and her rapid progress earned her unanimous praise from all Atlas, as if she had become a completely different person.

The only thing that Mordred was slightly annoyed was that Luojia was a little too clingy, but then she thought it wasn't a big deal. After all, they were siblings, and it was normal for them to be close. Koz had even hugged her before.

"Second Brother, what are you muttering about?"

"It's nothing. I was just thinking how great it would be if all the brothers were like you, at least they know how to change. You have no idea how much of a jerk our brothers are, they're all like lunatics."

Luojia smiled after being praised, wearing the exquisite long dress left behind by Fulgrim. Mordred was increasingly satisfied with the look; this was the true unfolding of the Imperial Princess, and her previous masochistic and perverted appearance was far too abstract.

But Mordred's smile soon faded, for the Emperor's Dream arrived in Colchis.

Emperor: My children, I have come!