Receiving Rewards on the Training Ground, Unarmored.

Is that you in the photo?

"It was me. I was very thin back then."

"Bullshit, don't play dumb with me, this isn't you at all."

"I said it wasn't me! But the boss told me to say that, and he said he'd get me a Terra account later."

When Arik saw Mordred suddenly appear, he knew he had been exposed, but he still wanted to try and salvage the situation. Besides, he hadn't lied; the person in the photo really wasn't him.

"Second Brother, I think he's just being stubborn and will only get what he deserves. Let me give him a good beating."

"No need!" Mordred pressed down on Koz, since there was nothing else to do, he might as well play along with him.

"You say the person in this photo isn't you, and that the boss told you to say that. Fine, you weren't lying to me. That bastard Seven is always greedy for small gains, but none of that matters."

"Playing dumb is fine, but pretending to be smart is impossible. Didn't you say you were going to kill 200 chickens? Now go and make me two bowls of Terra specialty dishes."

Authentic Serenity Beef Noodles, served with chopped scallions, 200 pieces of scallion, not a single piece less.

You said you came from Serenity, so you must be able to make beef noodles.

"Second Brother, I don't eat scallions!"

"Shut up, Koz. You like scallions, but if you keep nagging, don't blame your Second Brother for making you eat scallions every day."

Mordred wasn't without ways to verify his identity. Thunder Warriors aren't shapeshifters; they didn't even need genetic testing. With Mordred's sharp eyes, practically X-rays, he could spot this guy as not being Ogryn at a glance.

He even claimed he was going to kill 200 chickens, you bastard! Mordred could only get Ogryn to count to 100 even with all his might, and Ogryn from other worlds couldn't even do that. How could you possibly count to 200 all by yourself?

If you were truly a purebred Ogryn who could count from one to 200, I'd seriously suspect that Little Ma might have done something wicked.

Surrounded by people, Arik had no choice but to obediently go up to the stove and tear out two bowls of beef noodles in front of everyone. He even pretended to count the scallions one by one, and he counted them twice.

"Seven Beef Noodles, 200g scallions! Full weight, exact amount."

When the two steaming bowls of beef noodles were placed on the table, Koz picked up his bowl and started eating, which made Mordred laugh in exasperation.

"Kid, Serenity's specialty isn't noodles at all. You can only find so-called Serenity specialties in Terra, and most importantly, Serenity only produces chickens. I don't eat beef!"

"As for scallions, do you really think I'm stupid? If any of Atlas's Ogryn could count from one to 200 and be as eloquent as you, I would have started a rebellion long ago."

As if he had heard something terrible, a startled Koz quickly turned his head, only to be slapped again by Mordred.

He then pushed his own plate of noodles, covered in scallions, over there.

"Don't pretend with me. I'm not here to settle scores. Everyone knows I, Mordred, am refined and easygoing. Since you've all survived this long, then you're all innocent."

Tell me about the Thunder Warriors' past; I want to know the truth that the Yellow Skins has been hiding.

"I don't understand, I'm just an Ogryn." Seeing that this guy was still pretending, Mord felt that this was no ordinary arrogance and he had to Strike Hard.

"Judging from your condition, it's probably organ failure caused by a too-fast metabolism! I can treat you personally, and I'll provide room and board, full pay, five days on, two days off, public transportation, five social insurances and one housing fund, Terra residency—"

Stunned by his father's sudden attack, Arik grasped Mordred's hand with a speed even Space Marine couldn't see. "Your Highness, I've already been Atlas's man for a long time!"

"Hehe, I still prefer your previous rebellious self."

At this point, what's the point of being arrogant? Arik isn't Dorn. When he heard about working five days on and two days off, he couldn't take it anymore. It's not that he lacked willpower; it's just that the other side was offering too much.

Soon, through Arik's narration, the history that the Emperor had deliberately concealed came to light:

"So you're saying that you suddenly rebelled because your bodies were so unstable that you couldn't distinguish reality from your true state?"

Koz asked the question he most wanted to know, after all, he often watched adult films. It was only because Mordred sent him to be raised by Lady Yuton early on that Koz would have eventually become a madman like Thunder Warriors.

Now that he's seen someone who's come back from madness, Koz is definitely interested.

"That's right. With the end of the Unification Wars, the Legion has reached an extremely dangerous point. More and more people are going mad. We all knew what our fate would be, but we never thought it would be so fast. So fast that many people can't accept it."

His Majesty actually wanted to grant us a glorious death, but alas, the Thunder Warriors were beyond saving at that time. Can you imagine the situation where, after we strangled the enemy, we found out in the blink of an eye that the dead person was our best friend? Except for a very few, the rest of us simply couldn't distinguish reality from fiction.

Within that illusion, countless bewitching spirits whisper in one's ear, something that no human will can resist.

They'll always find a way to manipulate you and everything you have.

Arik's voice trembled involuntarily, and a pale frost spread across the ground, but it was ultimately brought back by Mordred's Fel Energy- infused blow.

The Thunder Warriors had suddenly ingested a large amount of Fel Energy, gagged. All sorts of strange thoughts flooded his mind. Although he felt nauseous, he could still tolerate it.

"As you've probably sensed, I wasn't originally Psyker. It all stems from the monster I killed, and the voice that whispered in my ear."

"But others weren't so lucky. I witnessed Kandavell lose himself, transforming from a valiant warrior who believed in the Imperial Truth into a madman who used witchcraft to wreak havoc."

"And then what?" Sevitar asked, as she was picking out scallions for Koz.

"There was no more. In any case, our legion was finished. The last order we received was to assemble the legion."

"A soldier received his reward at the drill ground but was not properly armored!"

At this point, Arik chuckled at his own words. The Emperor was indeed ruthless, refusing to even see them in the end, instead sending only the Adeptus Custodes and the Space Marine who would replace them.

There was no so-called glorious death, no explanation whatsoever, not even a single word, as if they were deliberately avoiding them.

Even though Emperor Malcador knew that some Thunder Warriors had survived, he still ignored them and acted as if they didn't exist.

Mordred could confirm that this statement was true; that's just how Yellow Skins —they don't act like human beings when they should, which is very much in line with their style, and they're also full of nonsensical whims.

"But Old Man Huang, Wang, who doesn't understand people's hearts, will ultimately come to a bad end."