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Joining in the fun is human nature, an instinct ingrained in our genes.

Although we don't know which ancestor had nothing better to do than stuff all sorts of things into our genes, it's a fact that men like beautiful women and beautiful women like handsome men—it's an instinct rooted in our genes.

In other words, when you come across some great videos, don't feel bad about it; it just proves you're a normal human being.

In a corner of the Hunting Grounds, three heads huddled together, quietly watching everything that was happening. Upon closer inspection, none of them were human. The dog head was drooling with its mouth wide open, showing its somewhat dim-witted nature; the donkey head was grinning foolishly, constantly shouting that this must be the power of its father; only the last lizard head was somewhat normal, but its eyes also gleamed with an eerie light.

"Second Brother, I don't believe Father is just an ordinary middle-aged man as you describe him. If someone has the power of a god, then he is not human."

"Yeah, yeah, although the Cursed has some reputation, I never expected he could actually fight against the Blood God. Boss, you're playing both sides!"

I promise I won't tell anyone. From this day forward, I, Shaflin, also believe in the Imperial Truth."

What do you mean by betting on both sides? Don't talk nonsense. Do you think I, Mordred, am a cunning and deceitful person? And you, Chagatai, who was it that said the Emperor was a fraud just now? How come you've suddenly become like this?

As expected, before Mordred could speak, Chagatai asked a rather fatal question:

"I think my father is a god."

"I'm not a god!"

A loud shout came from afar. The Emperor, suddenly distracted, made a mistake and was grabbed by the wrist by the Khorne, who twisted it in half and pressed it to the ground, turning the Golden Giant into a C-shape. The two thick Dog's Leg then began to stomp wildly on his glutes.

"Woof woof woof, you damn Yellow Skins, I'm going to stomp you to pieces!"

"Hmph hmph hmph ah ah ah ah" The stench of the roar echoed across the entire wasteland, attracting countless bloodthirsty Daemon were excited and shouted the name of the Blood God. They wanted to see this and quickly crush this damned the Cursed.

Even if stealing the flames grants the power to completely eliminate Daemon, a defeat is still a defeat. While ordinary Warp lesser gods are easy prey for the Emperor, they cannot defeat Khorne, currently the strongest Chaos God, even with all their might.

However, as the number one person in the world, the Emperor, with his "mortal" body, went head-to-head with the Chaos God, which is already the ultimate Long Aotian. Don't be fooled by his current miserable state, the Khorne also lost a front tooth and his mouth was crooked.

Accompanied by countless tramplings of Dog's Leg, a soft "plop" sound, like an egg breaking, was heard, and the Emperor let out a rather tragic cry of anguish.

In an instant, black flames erupted, and an explosion carrying destructive power swept across the area. The Daemon who had come to join the fray didn't even have time to react before they were blown into ashes, leaving only a roar echoing in the sky:

"Just seeing two peerless experts clashing is enough to make even dying Kiya!"

But the Khorne was no ordinary creature. He neither dodged nor avoided the attack, and instead picked up his greatsword, intending to castrate the Emperor on the spot. Chagatai couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and a terrifying thought popped into his mind.

However, after one reversal comes another. The Emperor, bent into a C-shape, broke his own back and slid along the ground, grabbing Khorne's Dog's Leg and stretching it forward to unleash his signature move, the Rocket Headbutt.

"Smack!"

The Emperor's skull was harder than Khorne's armor; a single Rocket Headbutt shattered the ferocious armor instantly, and a mournful cry echoed once more across the wasteland.

"Mean!"

"Heh heh heh, you foolish Khorne, that's called resourcefulness. I'm not playing with you anymore."

"Damn it, ignore it!"

Endless Psychic Power erupted, and a golden flash shone from the wasteland. All the demons that were exposed to that blinding light cursed and swore at which bastard had thrown the flashbang.

Under the cover of this golden light, Golden Giant was running wildly on the ground with its two arms, its posture abstract and bizarre, clearly having abandoned all sense of shame.

"Second Son, save me!"

Mordred wanted to let this disgraceful creature fend for itself, but what could she do? It was the cheap father she had chosen. So she swung her long tail and hooked the Emperor back before the rift closed.

"Phew~ Hitting and running away was so exciting! What's with the donkey here?"

"Father, I am your son Chagatai!"

As the saying goes, good news makes one feel refreshed. Although the Emperor is in a miserable state now, this is the first time he has fought so fiercely. After all, before, he could only sit at the children's table when he ate, but now he has the strength to fight against these four good-for-nothings.

And now, another offspring has suddenly appeared; it seems destiny has smiled upon me.

"As expected of my offspring, his bones are truly extraordinary. Quickly, help me reattach my waist; I can't feel my buttocks anymore."

A few crisp sound effects rang out, and the golden giant that had been folded in half successfully became a smooth stick again. But soon the Emperor noticed that the dog, the donkey, and the lizard in front of him were all looking at his shoulder.

"It's just a minor, fatal wound; it's no match for me."

However, the reality was not as easy as the Emperor made it out to be. As a Perpetual being, he could refresh his status, but only after resurrecting. He was just putting on a brave face.

Through the Emperor's explanation, everyone finally understood why he was in the Khorne' homeland. It turned out that ever since the day he took Horus and the Great Angel to Devon to steal the fire, the Four Merchants had completely broken ties with the Emperor.

The Emperor, feeling incredibly powerful, desperately needed an opponent to test his mettle. After much deliberation, he decided that the relatively simple Khorne were the most suitable.

Seeing that the Yellow Skins was about to trigger its underlying logic and start giving a speech to Chagatai, Mordred quickly stopped it. This Chaos Star wasn't just him; Vashtorr was still here, and he absolutely couldn't let him see it.

After summoning Saffrin, Mordred ordered him to secretly develop the Inner Circle within the Burning Legion and report back to him in secret at all times. He also granted him some authority over Mardon.

As the boss, Mordred was undoubtedly the best type. He was lazy enough and didn't have much Ambition. As soon as Saffrin joined the new company, he became the third-ranking figure in the legion and immediately promised that he would never let down the Legion Commander's cultivation.

The Emperor saw all of this, but he didn't say much. After all, the Burning Legion regularly supplied Terra with large amounts of supplies, and even if we take a step back, his son couldn't be allowed to treason.

Moreover, as the Burning Legion gradually develops, it will inevitably become a thorn in the side of the Empire in the Warp. The Emperor has experienced the corrupting influence of Fel Energy firsthand; even he couldn't withstand it. As long as Mordred exists, the Burning Legion will be his backup plan.

Even if there are only these few Daemon, I, Neos, will restrain the Sea of Souls.

Soon, Mordred and Chagatai returned to reality with a wave of physical discomfort originating from their souls. However, this time, the Emperor, Golden Giant, accompanied them back.

The moment he regained his human form, the Khan knelt on one knee and swore allegiance to the Emperor.

The Emperor also reached out and used his powerful Psychic Power to melt the Khorne teeth that had been knocked out earlier into a powerful greatsword, which he then bestowed upon his fifth son.

This miraculous scene attracted the attention of countless Chagoris herders, who shouted "Long live the Emperor!" It's unclear whether this was praise or a curse wishing the Yellow Skins would die soon.

Since the main force of the Fifth Legion was still on its way, the ceremony for Chagatai's return was not held immediately. The group of Tin Can Kid who had arrived early with Atlas were quite lucky and directly became Chagatai's Primarch Guard.

It was quite a coincidence that during Mordred's tenure as Warmaster, in order to better coordinate resource allocation, he ordered each legion to send a military commander to garrison Holy Terra.

Meanwhile, Xios, the acting Legion Commander the Fifth Legion, was seriously injured at that time and was betrayed by his good brother, who told him that as the Legion Commander, he should dedicate himself to the legion and hurry up and go to Terra to steal things.

Xios didn't want to go, but he was too badly injured and was stuffed into the Dreadnought. When he opened his eyes, he was in Holy Terra, surrounded by a group of Atlas who had ill intentions towards him.

Fortunately, it was all worth it. Due to his love of cars, Xios found Shuk, the fifth Captain he had worked with for a while, who is now the fifth Captain of Atlas.

Upon learning that his father was searching for the Primarch, Shuk immediately informed his best friend, Xios, who then became the first Space Marines to meet the Primarch.

Thanks to Atlas's improved neural connection technology, the warriors buried in the Dreadnought no longer have to endure the agonizing phantom pain, allowing them to maintain a more comfortable experience and even perceive the Outside World environment.

Looking at the beautiful Chagoris grassland before him, Xios was slightly worried.

Since the initial Space Marine Legion were mostly without Primarchs, they were largely under the leadership of the First Returned Son.

Even more coincidentally, Horus was discovered by the Fifth Legion's Star Hunters, which made the Moon Wolves take good care of them.

Many Fifth Legion soldiers initially wanted to join the Moon Wolves, but ultimately they joined the Star Hunters.

They are rather reclusive, wandering throughout the empire, and apart from the Emperor, Horus, and Mordred, almost no one knows their exact whereabouts.

More than half a century of fighting has made most of the Fifth Legion less eager to become Primarchs, and some even believe that the Legion can achieve glory even without Primarchs.

Atlas was able to provide them with the supplies they needed, and Moon Wolves were their most compatible fighting brothers; even the Emperor held them in high regard.

More and more Star Hunters came to Chagoris, and more and more people saw their Primarchs. Xios inevitably heard their discussions.

He praised his father not only as a brave and valiant warrior, a leader like Lord Horus, but also as handsome as Prince Mordred.

This displeased the veteran who had led the Legion for a century; he did not want future generations to compare other Primarchs with their own Gene-Father.

But Xios also understood that the Legion was too deeply influenced by Moon Wolves and Atlas, and that this was something only his father could handle.

Hopefully nothing goes wrong.