Waaaagh!!!

He came and went in a hurry; after presiding over the Khan's return ceremony, the Emperor slipped away again.

Because Yellow Skins discovered that Chagatai was rebellious, he couldn't even win an argument with him when discussing the Imperial Truth. Not only was he rendered speechless, but he was also constantly being looked at with a "don't pretend, I know everything" kind of look.

No matter what the Emperor says, the Khan is there. Yes, yes, everything Father said is right. If you say you are not a god, then you are definitely not a god. If you say it Imperial Truth, then we will believe in the Imperial Truth.

This attitude of being the only one sober while everyone else is drunk is too invincible. Even the Emperor couldn't stand the cold violence and decisively ran away as soon as the Phantasmal Dream arrived.

"So, our father was just a simple-minded, physically strong, and incredibly naive Tyrant?"

"Yes, and this guy really isn't very bright. If you ever meet Magnus, you'll find that we brothers have all inherited his flaws."

Calling him Tyrant is too much of an exaggeration. He was just a general who conquered empires and was a walking, talking Exterminatus; he simply didn't have the brains to govern an empire.

The Empire, this makeshift organization, is entirely on Malcador's shoulders. Be careful when you see that guy in the future; he has a bad temper and always likes to hit me on the head with that cane."

As one of the most normal members of the Primarch, upon returning to the Legion, the Khan immediately summoned his offspring and reviewed all the Legion's internal documents and records.

With Mordred acting as a human-shaped reading aid, answering his questions instantly, he finally gained a comprehensive understanding of the Empire. Then he discovered a fact: the Empire was a cesspool.

Inside the Abomination's laboratory, Chagatai watched as Mordred extracted primal blood from his own body and then inserted it into a special creation called the Blood Reservoir.

As Atlas's deepest secret, Mordred has always claimed that he prepared this to solve the Legion's problems. Coupled with his technical talent, which he acquired from Carlos, no one doubts his true purpose.

Seeing that Chagatai was still contemplating life, Mordred spoke up to comfort him:

"Don't overthink it. Although the Empire is indeed a cesspool, it's still stronger Warp. You saw how terrifying that world-destroying Khorne was before, and my Burning Legion too."

But our home turf is the Material Universe, and even that Khorne can't completely squeeze in. They only know how to use underhanded tactics to recruit collaborators. The more reckless their thinking, the more likely problems will arise.

Honestly, in this respect, probably no one can compare to Guilliman; he's truly invincible.

"Oh? You mean our brother Guilliman is really strong?"

Mordred shook his head, indicating that in terms of individual strength alone, Guilliman might not even be able to defeat Luojia, but in terms of willpower, Guilliman was definitely the strongest, after all, not every Primarch could defeat his own Warp essence.

"Let me tell you, there are all sorts of people among us brothers. Our eldest brother, Zhuang Sen, is obsessed with officialdom. Besides being as refined and easy-going as I am, he has a lot of little secrets."

The third son, Fulgrim, is a chatterbox. He'll chatter incessantly whenever anyone's around, like a flamboyant peacock. That unfortunate kid is probably doomed; now he's even hanging out with Ferrus.

It always gives me the feeling that I've painstakingly raised this cabbage, only to have it eaten by a pig.

The Khan remained silent. He seemed to remember that his Third Brother and Tenth Brother were both men. Could it be that there was a pervert among his brothers?

Knowing this would be the reaction, Mordred took out his treasured photo album from his pocket dimension and pointed to the silver-haired beauty, saying, "That's Fulgrim, and the short-haired guy next to him is Ferrus."

After a series of psychological changes—surprise, doubt, confusion, and finally understanding— Chagatai nodded silently. "That's only human nature!"

"See? I knew it! And let me tell you a little secret: the so-called Princess Alpharius in the Empire is actually Fulgrim in drag, while the real Alpharius is bald."

Following the order from one to twenty, Mordred introduced each of her brothers and sisters one by one, which broadened Chagatai's horizons. Chagatai exclaimed that there were really not many normal people in their family, and compared to them, his Second Brother was indeed the most normal one.

What Chagatai didn't know was that the last person to say that was Lion Zhuang Sen, who thought that Mordred being normal was the biggest abnormality.

"I've said everything I needed to say. As your Good Second Brother, I certainly can't show favoritism. The proper procedures still need to be followed. Come with me."

I'll take you to a secret organization that's no longer considered a secret organization.

Is it the Second Imperium?

Upon hearing this, Mordred smiled with relief, then slapped him across the face.

"Trying to act all high and mighty, huh? You already know, why are you still asking? Hurry up and get to the point to sign and put your fingerprint on this document. Now I understand why Old Man Huang ran away so decisively. Your habit of constantly interrupting others is really annoying."

Even so, the necessary procedures still had to be followed. Although not at the same time, they were in the same place, in the same Secret Room. In front of Huang Xiaomei's limited edition figurine, Chagatai respectfully lit three incense sticks and hung up the legion's flag.

The problem arose when it came to filling in the name of the legion, because the Khan was a bit of a literary type. Despite his usual fondness for reciting poetry, he always hesitated when it came to naming things, which is why the Fifth Legion still hadn't changed its designation.

"How about we call him White Scars? My most beloved pony was named White Scars. It's just a pity that as I grew up, it became a little difficult for him to carry me, but he's still one of my closest companions."

With the White Scars pony and Chagatai's smiling face, Mordred wondered if he might pull out a Rick V at any moment and beat up this traditionalist old man.

And so, taking on the name of the warhorse named White Scars, the Fifth Legion's Star Hunters officially changed their name to White Scars.

Meanwhile, Mordred transformed into a billionaire, acquiring a planetary terraforming ship to gift to his good brother, and incidentally scouted over the Thrace Forge World nearby as well.

Although he was no longer the Warmaster, Mordred believed that those Mechanicus wouldn't cause trouble. If they dared to disagree, he would show Mars what it meant to be unable to move an inch.

When the time comes, the power outage and network shutdown will be carried out seamlessly. Don't ask why your ships suddenly get lost in the Warp, or what those Daemons with green flames are. In short, if you don't want to improve, there are plenty of others who do.

Thanks to its geographical advantages, Chagoris is not far from Serenity, and with the Son of the Emperor's homeworld, Chemos, this star sector will soon become a new prosperous place.

Khan, true to his reputation as someone who could connect with Mordred on a brainwave level, chose a development direction that was quite suitable for White Scars from among the many aid plans, immediately eyeing the powered motorcycles and Raider gunships.

Mordred, of course, would not refuse such a small request, and immediately sent over the complete set of production technology, along with a group of political workers transferred from Macragge.

Before he could even enjoy a few days of leisure, a plea for help from Thousand Sons instantly set the entire empire in an uproar:

"Olympia has fallen! Orks are everywhere! Help! We can't hold out much longer! Waaaagh!!!"

The Beast Wars has begun.