Divine Doctor Ah

At the time, Hein Sevro was an ordinary machine gunner.

Facing the Orks' fierce attack, Sevro, hiding in Fortress 62 of the Ultimate Wall, kept firing. In the nine-hour battle, Sevro's heavy plasma rapid-fire cannon consumed 27 barrels, an average of three barrels per hour.

Before the fortress, Orks surged forward like a tide, only to collapse to the ground just as quickly. And this was merely a glimpse of the Ultimate Wall.

A brutal positional war broke out, with the Orks charging madly towards the Atlas defenses, riding on a massive horde of explosive creatures and death minions.

But over nearly half a century, countless cannons were installed on this steel fortress; the wealthy Atlas poured most of their fortune into these adorable Gun Barrel.

With 4.72 million Auxilia, 60,000 Spartan warriors, 4,000 Atlas, plus planetary defense forces and the remnants of defeated soldiers who had defected, the surging Green Tide was held back outside the defensive line and could not advance an inch.

This bought the Legion a lot of time. The only unpleasant thing was the Orks pursuers that came with the Death Guard. They were bigger and greener than the ones they had encountered before, and almost all of them were leaders.

Having shaken off their pursuers, the Endurance immediately moved into the starport. The moment the hatch opened, a pair of people in Death Guard rushed out, carrying Mordred and Magnus, and ran towards the bridge.

As he ran, he cried and said that his father was dying. Sweat, tears, and other messy blood smeared Mordred's face, which prevented him from having a runny nose, otherwise Mordred would have slapped him.

When the two saw Mortarion, the brat was already foaming at the mouth, his whole body was flattened into a double fold, and even the power rod that accompanied him was hammered into a crowbar.

"Your Highness, Father is dying! Please check if there's any hope for him!"

Mordred kicked away the obstructing Kalas with one foot and then kicked away Gaulo, who was trying to give Mortarion CPR, before extending his tentacles and burrowing into the half-dead Mortarion's body.

As a survivor who witnessed Mordred's true appearance, Kalas didn't say much after seeing this blasphemous scene. Instead, he pulled his other colleagues back, signaling them not to move.

What exactly happened?

None of the Death Guard who were asked spoke, but in the end, it was Kalas, the Captain, who told the truth:

"We encountered an Orks moon while Warp Voyage. Based on the Warp's trajectory, it should be heading towards the Sol Sector. Upon seeing this, my father decided to lead the team to board it."

After some enticement, the Orks satellite did indeed travel with us out of the Warp, but we didn't expect the Orks on it to be so powerful, completely different from those we had encountered before.

One of them was a giant Orks who was nearly 12 meters tall and called himself Urg. He wore a suit of golden armor similar to His Majesty's and proclaimed himself the Beast Emperor, Lord of Ulano, the most powerful and Most Dominating beast in the galaxy.

Compared to other Orks who only mindlessly hack and slash, the Orks on Ulano possess intelligence—not in the sense of their strange, special technology, but in the fact that they actually have reason.

Even after we boarded and landed on the ground, the Orks didn't swarm us. Instead, they made way for us, allowing us to see their leader, the Orks who called himself Urg.

Moreover, besides the Ork Emperor, there were nine other strange-looking Orks generals who called themselves the Beast God Generals.

These heretical and blasphemous things must be eradicated, but there are just too many of them. To save us, Father suddenly transformed into a winged Abhumans.

"Yes, they're Abhumans, and the same kind as Great Angel, definitely not Xenos," the Death Guard chimed in.

But this supplement is like burying one's head in the sand. The things that Mortarion transforms into are definitely not anthropomorphic like Sanguinius. Otherwise, given the Space Marine' typical spoiled nature, they would have been showing off everywhere by now.

It's easy to guess what happened next: Mortarion, who suddenly unleashed his power, was no match for the giant Orks. With the My Thinking Power, he smashed Little Mo into a double fold with a single blow.

That's how it's written in the book. The only difference is that the little Canned One were great and managed to get Mortarion back, preventing him from becoming a goblin saint who only knows how to babble.

Seeing Mordred's furrowed brows, the Death Guard feared he might pursue the matter too much. This secret absolutely could not be revealed, or he might say something like, "He's hopeless, just wait to die!"

Fortunately, Master Mordred was very knowledgeable and had many secrets of his own. He was not some quack doctor who couldn't even diagnose acute gastroenteritis and kept asking questions. He quickly discovered the problem.

"It's alright. Don't let your Old Man's terrible appearance fool you; he's just exhausted. It's nothing serious, just a broken spine. I'll fix it right now. Little Ma, come give me a hand and lay him flat on the floor."

"They're here!"

For some reason, upon seeing Mortarion with his broken spine, Magnus suddenly had a strange sense of déjà vu, and felt an itch on his back. But then he thought it must be his imagination, that Mortalian was just too tired and hadn't rested well.

Because he was bent into a double fold, Mortarion, lying face down, could not keep his legs flat on the ground. Seeing this, Mordred gestured to Pony to hold his legs.

"Your Highness, how will you treat our father?"

"Good question!" Mordred gestured for everyone to gather around, explaining that his treatment plan was called Physical Shock Therapy, which he had developed based on his experience after the collapse of a certain 2K nation. He added that their Old Man was suffering from exhaustion, and extremely severe exhaustion at that.

It's like trying to drive when your body is completely drained; you're so weak your mind is spinning, you're delirious, and you're practically unconscious. You need strong medicine for this, and it has to be the right medicine for the right condition. But don't worry, your Second Uncle has everything here, especially rare and precious treasures."

"Hey, Gaulo, come here and hold this fruit. When you see your father open his mouth, stuff this thing in. Oh, and this Chaos Energy Crystal too, put it in for him as well."

When Mordred pulled a bright red fruit from behind his back, it seemed to possess a strange magic, and everyone who saw the fruit couldn't help but want to swallow it whole.

This further convinced Death Guard that his Second Uncle was indeed quite capable.

Only Magnus looked terrified, as if recalling some horrific experience, but after hesitating for a long time, he did not speak up to stop it. Instead, he suggested that one dose was not enough and that the dosage should be increased!

Are you sure?

"I'm sure no one knows this better than me. You can't, Dorn can't, only me! Meow meow meow, only me."

Since even the great Gourmet had said so, Mordred could only agree. After all, he hadn't actually eaten snow, and who knew how effective it would be?

"Wait, have I really never eaten snow? Impossible, I absolutely have never eaten it. How can drinking soup count as eating snow?"

Following the principles of Numerology, the most prominent science in the galaxy, Mordred took out 13 fruits that he secretly named Magnus Fruit, and also pulled out a large pile of Chaos Energy Crystal. However, a new problem arose: there were too many things to fit in.

But this did not deter the Death Guard, who was eager to save his father. He immediately took the initiative, pulled out a juicer from somewhere, and started juicing the fruit and crystal.

As the fruit was put into the juicer and blended into a puree, Kalas, a Psyker, seemed to hear several screams and a strange, foul stench.

Don't ask why the stench could be heard; Psychic Power is a very mystical thing. After that crystal was also put into the juicer...

What was originally a normal fruit puree instantly turned into a thick green slurry bubbling with eerie bubbles.

To make the effect even more significant, Mordred decided to go all the way and pulled out a giant syringe that looked quite familiar to Kalas, drawing up a full two liters of good juice.

Everything was ready except for the final push. With Mordred's command, Magnus held Mortarion's legs down, Gaulo steadied the syringe and aimed it at his father's lips, and Mordred, after a deep breath, suddenly unleashed all his brute force, grabbing his good brother's shoulder and shoving him outwards.

"Ouch, my back is going to break---. Waaah."

Mortarion, who had been instantly straightened, opened his mouth and closed his eyes. Before he could even groan in pain, the slippery, sticky fluid was forced into his esophagus, instantly waking him up.

"Holy crap, Your Highness, you're a miracle doctor!"

"Ah! What kind of miracle doctor? Why does my mouth taste a little sweet and a little smelly? What did you feed me? This taste is a bit off, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Second Brother, what brings you here?"

"By the way, hurry up and support Holy Terra. That Ork Emperor's target is our father. I can't even beat him, so he definitely can't. Why aren't you two worried?"

Mordred and Magnus exchanged a glance, realizing that without dealing with the Orks in front of them, they wouldn't be able to provide any support.

Besides, both of them had witnessed the Yellow Skins's true power. Before Pony returned, the Emperor could make Psychic Power calls to him across astronomical distances, and Mordred still couldn't defeat the Yellow Skins.

"Little Mo, confidence is good, but you can't be so arrogant."

"Magnus is right. So, where has the Yellow Skins gone, since there's been no movement from it?"

Where could the Emperor go? Of course, to his favorite First Returned Son Horus!

Since Mordred appeared, Horus has been restless and unable to sleep soundly at night. He often dreams of being repeatedly mocked and humiliated by Second Brother Mordred in public, and then having his father's favor stolen away.

Back when Russ was first brought back by the Emperor, Horus was extremely distressed, even harboring the terrible thought of bombing Fenris. (This is explicitly stated in the original novel; Horus's feelings for the Emperor were that abstract.)

However, to please his father, Horus still dutifully became a good elder brother, winning the affection of all his brothers with his powerful personal charm. Even as more and more Primarchs returned to their original forms, Horus remained the special First Returned Son.

However, Horus's jealousy of Mordred eventually dissipated after witnessing his brother's rise to power, and he remained unfazed even after Second Brother Mordred became Warmaster.

Firstly, Mordred is so intelligent that no one can be jealous of him. To think that he doesn't resemble a ruler is an understatement. Even if Horus is petty, he wouldn't be at odds with a fool like Mordred Warmaster is the fairest thing to do.

Secondly, Horus discovered that his brother was actually quite a good person. Not only did he ensure the logistics of the Moon Wolves, but he also agreed with his ideals. Most importantly, he gave them so much.

It's true that Everyone Loves the Archangel, it's true that everyone Horus, and it's true that Space Marine all admire Mordred, this approachable and kind woman.

The Primarch who frequently spends lavishly is also true.

Even after Mordred was removed from his Warmaster Position, Horus went to the Emperor to plead for him.

It's not that Horus was carefree; it's mainly that he believed that even if he became the Warmaster in the future, Mordred would still be his Malcador, and with Sanguinius as his Valdor, the brothers would definitely be the most perfect combination.

Looking at the Adeptus Custodes Guard of Ten Thousand Men moving with the Moon Wolves, Horus felt uneasy. Wasn't this match-fixing? Or was the referee boosting his score? He had betrayed his brother.

Horus was a fiercely competitive man; if his other brothers found out about this later, how could he face them?

"Father, I still think this isn't right. Why don't you go to Zhuang Sen's place? He really wants to be Warmaster."

Emperor: "What? My Sagittarius wants to be Warmaster?"