The Emperor Deserves Death

"Of all the times, those Yellow Skins had to come now of all times!"

Listening to Mordred's obsequious pronouncements about the Emperor, the Imperial Adeptus Custodes who came to deliver the message said nothing. They were already used to it; perhaps this was the communication style between the Second Highness and His Majesty. If one day a scene of filial piety and parental love appeared, that would be a real problem.

As for the saying "a subject dies for his lord's disgrace," let's forget about that. It's normal for a father and son to have some minor disagreements. Wouldn't it be hateful for a subordinate to go and cause trouble?

It is said that the Adeptus Custodes Guards are impartial and rigid, like Servitor, but that is not the case at all. No matter what, the Adeptus Custodes were transformed from ordinary people and also had their own emotions and desires.

Furthermore, each member of the Adeptus Custodes was a learned and versatile individual. While they might not be experts in everything from astronomy to geography, they were among the most talented people in the empire and certainly had brains.

"Second Brother, Father isn't as bad as you say, is he? He's still our father!"

"Come on, that's exactly what I'm afraid of."

Looking at Luojia, who was now on the right track and pleasing to the eye in every way, Mordred's biggest fear was that this guy would turn into a charlatan again.

"Luojia, promise me you'll remember what I taught you: there are no gods in this world, at most just some powerful Lifeform."

"Don't worry, Second Brother, I'll definitely remember that. Someone like you, who can destroy a mountain range with a single punch, is just an ordinary person."

"Yes, that's Second Brother. I'm just an ordinary person who started out raising chickens. Apart from being a little taller, I'm no different from anyone else."

Looking at Mordred, who kept insisting that she was human, Luojia maintained her smile, but her eyes revealed a strange and benevolent look.

"So, Second Brother, what kind of person is our father?"

This question really stumped Mordred. He couldn't deny Old Man Huang's achievements, but he also couldn't ignore how despicable the man was. After weighing the merits and demerits, he finally gave a relatively fair evaluation:

"He's just a middle-aged, socially awkward guy I meet on the street. He has a terrible temper and a violent temper, and he likes to beat me up every day. You'll see when you meet him."

Perhaps feeling uneasy, Mordred pulled Luojia aside and, right in front of the Adeptus Custodes, shoved a beautifully sealed, limited-edition art book into her hands, gesturing for Luojia to open it.

Sure enough, when the picture book that even Horus praised was opened, Luojia couldn't help but gasp, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Could it be that...?

"That's right." The Adeptus Custodes Guards who suddenly surrounded us spoke up, "This is the famous <The Rome's She-Wolf>, and judging by the packaging, it's an original limited edition. Look at the print on the cover, it's Radiant Gold, enough to buy a house next to the Imperial Palace on Terra."

"Wow, you're an expert! That's right, this is the original limited edition set released by Atlas. After you see this catalog, I'm sure you'll be demystified of the Emperor."

"As for the rest of us, we'll each get one."

"Great! Long live the Warmaster!"

Mordred quickly waved his hand, indicating that he was no longer a battle master, and that everyone should keep that to themselves and not say it out loud.

In particular, the empire governs the world with loyalty and filial piety. I can accept what the Emperor gives me, but I will absolutely not touch Emperor does not give me. You young comrades must always be self-critical!

The four Adeptus Custodes said, "As expected of the Second Highness, look at his awareness, no wonder he can be Warmaster. We must immediately condemn such blasphemous things."

Luojia didn't know what her mindset was when she opened this picture book, but after she finished looking at it, her entire worldview was reshaped, and she couldn't help but drool.

No wonder Horus kept saying "Father loves me, I love my father"—that's why! Anyone would be confused in that situation!

"Wait a minute, if that's the case, then Horus is acting a bit strange."

Luojia, suddenly realizing the true nature of the problem, was horrified. The image of Horus stroking the ring on his hand with a look of ecstasy flashed through his mind. This was utterly blasphemous, and he had to criticize it thoroughly.

Since the Emperor not only came himself this time, but also brought the 17th Legion, it was clear that he intended to have the little Canned One recognized as their ancestors.

Therefore, it is essential to prepare in advance.

Mordred hoped that the Emperor would be more human-like this time, so that he wouldn't cause any more trouble for her.

However, Mordred was still too young. He had no idea how destructive the Yellow Skins was. After all, not everyone had the high-dimensional characteristics that allowed them to resist the golden succubus.

As the hatch opened, accompanied by a shower of flower petals, a Golden Giant stepped onto the red carpet, followed by the 17th Legion, who had also entered Colchis.

"Go, Luojia, keep your spirits up and don't embarrass yourself. You know what you should and shouldn't say."

Seeing Luojia walking towards him, the Emperor, who had been shocked by Perturabo, had long since lost his initial shock and smoothly accepted the fact that he had another daughter. He even had the leisure to pick his nose with his finger.

Especially since this daughter looks quite like him, and seems very considerate, unlike that scoundrel who took after Eldar.

Not only does she drive him crazy every day, but she also spreads rumors about herself.

But in Luojia's eyes, the Golden Giant before him grew infinitely taller, becoming a colossal Djinn radiating golden light.

Aside from the fact that her appearance is starting to look incredibly similar to the picture book she saw before, even if you let Mordred beat her to death, she still wouldn't believe that this isn't a god!

Fortunately, Mordred's Titan Training Method was effective, and Luojia quickly regained his senses. He had learned how to distinguish right from wrong. As for whether the Emperor was a god or not, that would require further observation.

"Daughter, I am the Master of Mankind."

"Father!" Before the Yellow Skins android could read its prepared statement, Luojia stepped forward and threw herself into the Emperor's arms, like a child whining to its father, leaving the socially awkward big guy standing there dumbfounded.

"Father, I have long seen your majestic figure in my dreams, and I know your grand goals. As your son..."

I will dedicate my life to the Great Crusade.

"Ah, this..." For the Emperor, who had cosplayed as Batman since childhood, he had no idea how to interact with his children, and his lines, which were supposed to be his, were even stolen from him, which made the Yellow Skins a little frustrated, but someone quickly eased his embarrassment.

Having never witnessed such a grand spectacle, and driven by their genetically ingrained gossip instincts, a large number of Colchis people came to watch. They were instantly captivated by the Emperor's Charm Aura, transforming into enthusiastic young men raising their hands and shouting words of gratitude.

Even worse, some people fainted from lack of oxygen due to their desperate shouting.

At this moment, the Emperor's extraordinary wisdom finally came into play.

The Emperor raised his hand, and boundless Psychic Power surged forth, illuminating the entire sky. Everyone bathed in the golden light was restored to their original state.

The dizziness has subsided, the vision has cleared, and even some disabled people have straightened their backs and grown new limbs.

Seeing Luojia's stunned expression, the Golden Giant couldn't help but feel smug. He was sure he had left a deep impression on his daughter; he was such Good Father.

Thinking of this, the Emperor couldn't help but look towards Mordred. That bastard kept cursing him for being incompetent, and today he wanted to see what this Rebellious son had to say next.

As expected, the Emperor immediately noticed Mordred's stunned and strange expression, and even saw her trembling with Moved.

The Emperor, who felt he had finally regained some of his fatherly dignity, was unaware that Mordred wasn't one of Moved, but rather anger.

"You damn Yellow Skins, you son of a bitch, give me back my dear sister!"

"The Fel Energy spun 150,000 bolts, Lightning Cyclone Slash."