A Bad Day

Luojia truly lives up to his reputation as a "little Emperor." He's just like the idiot leader at the company's annual meeting, delivering a speech that's incredibly long and tedious.

Following the Emperor's seven-hour impromptu speech, Luojia also delivered a three-hour eulogy. In the end, Mordred couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed the microphone, and announced that the meeting was adjourned and dinner was served.

"Yay!"

Upon hearing the order that dinner could finally be served, not only Atlas but also the Word Bearers were quite excited, thinking that their mother was wonderful in every way, except that she talked a lot.

The Great Crusade has been going on for nearly 70 years, which means that the Word Bearers have been managing themselves for 70 years, always following the Emperor and receiving commands. They have certainly had enough experience.

Even though it's a bit excessive, to be honest, the Emperor does have a habit of talking big. He gets particularly excited whenever he's on a high platform, which is completely opposite to his usual socially awkward, big guy persona.

Fortunately, the wait was worthwhile. The Dog-men chef had prepared enough food for everyone to have a hearty meal. It must be said that Atlas's food was indeed good; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to grow bean sprouts into green beans.

Warriors carrying their food bowls sat on the ground, chatting and laughing around their respective Primarchs, with Dog-men chefs occasionally coming over to refill their bowls.

A grand ceremony is always accompanied by celebrations. Under the glow of the bonfire, the Aeldari dance troupe of Atlas presented the audience with their choreographed play, "The Imperial Favor Can Never Be Repaid."

The Dog-men warriors also displayed their bravery, joining the warriors of various legions in the glorious Malkgorra. Even the Emperor joined in, ordering his treasured wine, which he had kept for many years, to be brought out from the Phantasmal Dream and shared with everyone.

The sun rises in the east at eight o'clock, casting golden light upon the people of the empire. Just like the rising sun, no one doubts the greatness of the empire, the Great Crusade is bound to succeed, and they will be the founders of the empire.

This scene was deeply imprinted in the Little Cat's eyes, prompting him to pick up his paintbrush and record this beautiful moment.

But happy days are always short-lived; the Great Crusade is always the top priority, and the Imperial Army, having relaxed for one night, are busy again.

Perhaps fathers always favor their daughters, and even Emperor are no exception. They gave Luojia two years to build her home planet, and the vacant share will be filled by the Dark Angels.

I wonder what Zhuang Sen will think after hearing this news. Anyway, Mordred has already started researching the Blasphemous Technology to turn the Lion King into a catgirl. Hopefully, Zhuang Sen can be ruthless to himself, so he can go from being the Second Brother to the eldest Kiya!

However, Mordred was more afraid that if the technology succeeded, some freak would try to steal it away. As for who that person would be, it was hard to say, but it couldn't possibly be Horus, could it?

Speaking of Horus, according to usual practice, every Primarch is sent to Moon Wolves for an internship after returning to the Legion. However, Luojia is certain that Horus is a sycophant and hopes that the Emperor will let her learn from Mordred.

Upon hearing this, the Golden Giant immediately declared that absolutely not. One Mordred was enough for him; if another appeared, he would be driven mad with rage. In response, the Emperor even summoned Mordred and, on some random pretext, gave him a sound paternal beating, forbidding him from ever beating his Primarch again. "Your habit of hitting people must have come from that wicked woman, Eldar," the Emperor said.

After all, Little Ma was already ruined, obsessed with how to make his muscles bigger, and even created a so-called Psychic Power martial art.

The legions that cooperated with Thousand Sons felt speechless, their minds were indelibly damaged. They would rather undergo memory erasure surgery than forget those greasy, philosophical macho men, especially the one with the big red head, who was simply a form of mental pollution.

Aside from the one-eyed Sunburned Ogryn, the most promising candidates to become Webway Insurance are Mortarion and Luojia.

"Get lost! It's not my fault that Xiao Ma is like this; he chose this path himself."

Mordred always felt that the Yellow Skins had something wrong with his head. The pony was so powerful now, he had embarked on the true path of a mage. Shouldn't a so-called mage be a powerful, tough guy who has activated a series of melee skills like Charge, Cleave, and Whirlwind, and finally cast Illumination to show his identity?

But even with Luojia in front of them, it wasn't a problem. After all, there were too many Word Bearers, and their Gene-Seed were second only to the Ultramarines in terms of stability and compatibility.

The saying goes that there are distinctions between close and distant relatives, and even Emperor are no exception. His favorite was definitely Horus, after all, he was the eldest son he had personally educated for 30 years.

But what could Luojia? She just didn't like Horus. She even called him a simp in front of the Emperor and said he had improper thoughts about her.

This inevitably reminded the Emperor Fulgrim and Ferrus, who could hear rumors about his two sons even in Terra.

He simply couldn't accept it.

After much thought, both the Emperor and Mordred couldn't help but recall the same figure:

"Second Son, what do you say—"

"Don't call me the Second Son, it feels like I'll be subjected to the ultimate insult in the future. But then again, I also think that candidate is quite suitable."

When Luo Jia learned that Mordred was leaving, he was very reluctant to Luojia, but in any case, the Great Crusade was still the Empire's only priority at present, and Luojia had to obey orders.

"Luojia, you seem very happy today?"

"Second Brother, you jest. With you by my side, I'm happy every day, especially today, which is the day I return to the legion to see Father."

Mordred didn't say much about it, but took Luojia to the construction site and found the little brat marked by Atlas.

"Alright, since that's the case, Second Brother I'll give you one last lesson."

Caria was startled by the sudden appearance of the two towering giants, but she quickly realized that they were probably good people, since bad people wouldn't be so beautiful.

"Don't be afraid, little one, I'm not a good person. Do you want some candy? If you answer my question, you can have some."

A bag of Big White Dog Milk Candy with a smiling dog's head printed on it was pulled out from behind Mordred's backside, immediately attracting the attention of Caria and Luojia, who were both curious about where it came from.

"Sir, are you a magician?"

"I'm not a magician. You'll understand when you grow up; the human body is actually quite amazing."

Hearing this, Caria suddenly hesitated to reach for the candy, but fortunately Mordred ate one in front of her, which dispelled her concerns.

Because of the wars they had endured, the people of Colchis lived in extreme poverty. Everywhere there were orphans whose families had been destroyed. If you asked them what something went in with six legs and came out with two, half of them would be thrown into a frenzy.

The Big White Dog Milk Candy produced by Atlas was a delicacy that these young Batman could never have tasted in their entire lives.

By offering candy and using her extraordinary charm to gain Mordred's trust, Mordred and Luojia were taken into the little girl's home.

Looking at this place, which was built entirely of mud and was more like a dog kennel than a house, Luojia felt a pang of shame.

Especially when she saw that the little girl was offering them a box of relief food bearing the Atlas symbol, she dared not look Mordred in the eye.

"Sir, what do you want to ask?"

"There's nothing more to ask. You've given the best answer. By the way, are you alone in this house?"

Tearing open the candy wrapper, Caria savored the rare sweetness and replied very seriously:

"Yes, I don't know where my mother went, but she said she went to serve God, and that if I joined the Holy Church Army, I could survive."

Perhaps suddenly remembering something, Caria ran up to Luojia and hugged her leg tightly:

"Your Highness, I still remember you. How is my mother? When will she be able to return?"

Luojia remained silent. She already knew what that so-called last lesson was, but Mordred had already said he wasn't a good person, cruelly reopening that wound.

"No need to wait, your mother is right here."

As Mordred spoke, he took out a small box, revealing a handful of ashes inside.

Would you like to try some?