Emperor! Sovereign! Spirit!

In the Sea of Souls permeates time and space, the eternal holy war known as the Great Game continues, but for some reason, the bloodthirsty demon army is even more ferocious today.

"Damn Khorne, what's wrong with it now? What does 'in the name of the Father' mean? Does it mean...!"

Tzeentch's unique and astonishing wisdom began to manifest once more; 99,999 bird feathers reflected a faint blue Faint Light as the Lord of Change's gaze swept across countless Timeline.

As One Proof of Eternity entity, the Four Merchants are not independent individuals; they exist in every era and every Timeline.

It's possible that the one here now is the Lord of Change, while the Tzeentch in another Timeline is the Duobao Tianzun, whose name is Floating Life, Boundless Changes, and Gathering Thoughts.

Wisdom, courage, love, and life—these four powerful beings span the ages, and their soul tides have resonated in the Warp since the birth of the first life.

Of course, regardless of whether it's reversing cause and effect or a cycle of cause and effect, the Four Gods absolutely dare not touch the crucial moment of the War in Heaven.

After all, the Four Merchants are just a part of the Warp, like the four dogs you keep at home. They can tear up the sofa and chew up the refrigerator, but if they get caught, they're bound to get a good beating.

The outward appearance of the Chaos God has symbolic meaning. After seeing countless scarlet dog heads and almost being bitten, Tzeentch instantly came to a conclusion:

"The Khorne went mad because he had rabies; it must have been that insidious fatso's doing!"

Once thoughts arise, they spread wildly and aimlessly. Regardless of why Tzeentch came to this conclusion, the ever-changing demonic army of the Crystal Maze began to assemble, wielding their magic as they marched towards Nurgle's Garden.

The blue slime, symbolizing the Way of Change, detested this stagnant, decaying fat man the most, and incidentally dragged in Slaanesh, the Dark Prince had been watching from the sidelines, and a massive melee in the Warp instantly unfolded.

That's just how Chaos is; they can never work together. It's not a battle between Four Gods and Emperor, but rather a barrel of blended cooking oil.

But all of this is no longer Mordred's concern; the call to the Khorne was simply to have them keep Tzeentch occupied.

If you're wondering why Mordred chooses Tzeentch over everyone else, it's because Tzeentch is responsible for at least nine out of ten bad things. When in doubt, choosing blue is always a safe bet.

Inside the Hive Laboratory, Horus, who had undergone thorough disinfection, was left with only his underwear. Blackstone Device flashing with green electricity hummed around him, and he was firmly secured in a coffin-like depression.

Despite not being as flashy and cool as the original C'tan, Mordred, being a mixed-race individual with mixed blood, can still wield a couple of Dimensional Lightning.

However, this pure and authentic Star God Power was eventually corrupted by Mordred, merging with Warp Radiation, Waaaagh Energy, Primarch remnants, Yellow Skins genes, the blessings of the Four Gods, and all sorts of strange things, becoming the Fel Energy used by Atlas.

Based on the Legion's characteristics, Mordred established an Inner Circle organization called Blood Ravens outside the Inner Circle the Atlas Black Knights.

Its members are mostly bold, meticulous, and ruthless individuals who specialize in digging up graves and, incidentally, storing unwanted trash for others.

It might sound low-class, but the truth is quite the opposite. You know, digging up graves in the Milky Way is an ancestral practice, and relying on archaeology for technology is no joke.

These Blackstone deposits were unearthed in a desolate world called Brogd.

With the help of instinct and my My Thinking Power, Mordred successfully replicated the Necron's Spirit Exorcism Dead Zone. The effect was definitely not as strong as the original, and might even be less than half as good, but at least it solved the problem of whether it existed or not.

Unlike Horus, Atlas was not indifferent and felt physically uncomfortable after being exposed to the Spirit Exorcism Dead Zone. However, what made him even more uneasy was the arrangement of things around him.

All sorts of unnamed blasphemous devices were scattered throughout the Hive Laboratory; just the Xenos embryos pulled out of the Incubation Pod could have killed Mordred a thousand times over.

"Brother, what are you looking for?"

Watching Mordred rummaging through drawers and cupboards, crawling on the floor with his bottom sticking out, and fiddling around with a small piece of cheese, Horus felt that Mordred was less reliable than Dorn.

But he soon stopped wondering, because Mordred finally found the so-called tool he had mentioned.

Looking at the yellow-skinned rat with long, straight black hair, wearing armor that was clearly a replica of the Emperor's armor, and being held by the back of the neck by Mordred...

Horus, whose Spirit Exorcism Dead Zone, could no longer tolerate it.

"Mordred, what the hell is that thing?"

"Oh, you mean this!" Mordred curled his lip, indicating that this thing was called the Emperor Spirit, Zofi, come and give Horus a job!

Upon hearing Mordred's command, the yellow-skinned rat named Zofi immediately sheathed its miniature Emperor's Sword and ran to Horus, shouting:

"Damn it! Go away! Ignore it! 8%8"

Horus was stunned, his eyes began to show wisdom, and his facial muscles twitched repeatedly. In the end, he swallowed back the words he wanted to say.

"Interesting! This yellow-skinned rat can even speak Hidden Language!"

However, Zofi can not only talk, but also fight. The yellow-skinned rat leaped onto Horus's head, pulled out a toothpick, and launched Knight Charge at Horus, while also pulling out a mini Rick V and blowing secondhand smoke outwards.

"Hey! You Dogs and Donkeys, who are you calling a yellow-skinned rat? I am the Emperor Spirit."

Here, my right to swear is unlimited, so what? You disagree? Brothers, come out! Xenos has invaded the Sacred Laboratory; it's time to launch Laboratory Unification War.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of small, yellow-skinned rats, just like Zofi, poured out of the laboratory, including a few large ones that were clearly copied from the original design.

"Yes, yes, for the Emperor!"

Seeing the little creatures poking Horus's feet with toothpicks, Mordred pulled out a large piece of cheese and threw it on the ground, instantly attracting all their attention.

Perhaps Horus's gaze was too hurtful, Mordred offered a few words of explanation:

"Actually, at first I wanted to Clone a Biological Weapon using the Emperor's hair, but as you can see, somehow it turned out like this, and its combat power is not even as good as a goose."

But the outcome was good. Since these little creatures appeared on the Abomination, there have been no more rats on the ship, so I let them breed and multiply here.

Moreover, they possess a rather peculiar special ability: they can infiltrate dreams like nightmares and dig holes in them.

Sometimes I wonder if the Emperor was even human. Why did all his clones fail, with only this one successful case? If you like, I can send you a few; they're definitely worth the price!

In a couple of days, I'm planning to collaborate with Valdor to see if we can give the Little Rats a formal position. Yesterday I even saw a Big Rat in the Imperial Palace, but it turned out to be Konrad Curze.

Horus thought that given Mordred's blasphemous behavior, it was no wonder his father beat him for no reason. If Abaddon had done something like that, he would have cut off his pigtails.

"What do these Emperor Spirit —ugh! Yellow-skinned rats—have to do with me? Don't tell me I let them burrow into my brain!"

"How could that be!" Seeing that the little ones had finished the cheese, Mordred took out another piece of cheese and handed it over, pointing to the largest one Zofi, and said:

"I already said their fighting power is less than that of a goose. They usually eat kitchen waste and rats. Their favorite foods are cheese and Peanut Butter. At most, they'll dig holes in ordinary people's dreams."

With your mental strength, that dream is like Adamantium; an Emperor Spirit simply cannot enter it. Moreover, I suspect you have awakened some strange and unusual essential ability, just like my Prairie Walker by tearing through space.

Therefore, drastic measures are necessary!

Hearing this, Horus subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Taking medicine is good; this is a proper doctor, much better than having a rat crawl into his head.

Although these yellow-skinned rats look silly and cute, they are still a bunch of Big Rat no matter what.

Horus actually has a little secret that no one knows: he has a psychological aversion to rats. It's not that he's afraid of rats as the Primarch, but he's just a little disgusted by them.

Horus did not grow at the same rate as other Primarchs, as if it had been injected with trenbolone, metenolone, oxandrolone, senna, stanozolone, triamcinolone, sisalone, nandrolone decanoate, and nandrolone phenylpropionate.

This meant that before being discovered by White Scars, Horus was almost the same as an ordinary person, the only difference being his superhuman physical abilities and extraordinary charisma.

Cthonia is a true Hive World; Horus, having crawled out of the goat's nest, found himself in the Underhive the moment he opened his eyes.

The appalling living conditions were enough to make even Mortarion shudder, and Horus, upon Opened Eyes, faced his first problem: the super-mutated Big Rat that filled his field of vision.

This was a little secret Horus had kept buried deep in his heart: duck necks were just too awful to eat. So much so that after he climbed Upper Hive and was adopted by the gang leader, even though rat meat was still the hard currency for those who Upper Hive, he never touched it again.

"Wait, an Emperor Spirit can't possibly get in. So what you mean is... No, let me go! Let me go!"

Seeing that Horus had realized what was happening, Mordred stopped pretending and pulled the Red Lever next to her, putting Horus, who was lying on the ground, into a rather embarrassing position.

After that, as the chain turned, a pipe carrying a full three tons of Peanut Butter was inserted into Horus.

Mordred's words about the Emperor Spirit's love for cheese and Peanut Butter still echoed in Horus's ears, and he already knew what was about to happen, so he began to struggle desperately.

"Stop pouring! Ahhhhh! Turn that thing off! It's overflowing! Glug glug glug!"

"Zofi, unleash your unparalleled combined attack!"

Perhaps there's some strange information in their Emperor genes, but in any case, the Little Rats' eyes instantly turned bloodshot after smelling the aroma of Peanut Butter.

It somersaulted and pounced on Horus, who was covered in Peanut Butter.

In an instant, 130 golden Psychic Power converged into one, like a wildly spinning Golden Drill, heading straight for the Eye of Horus.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mordred, using the same method she used to create projections in the Warp, pulled a miniature Khorne from her body and smashed it into Horus's head.

Meanwhile, the Emperor, who was playing chess with Malcador, suddenly shuddered and blurted out:

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"