How Extravagant Was the Emperor? The Eldar Knew!

Dreams are a blur of reality and illusion, the Warp a mix of truth and falsehood.

The thoughts of all living things converge into the Sea of Souls, which then feeds back into the Physical World, giving birth to countless lives.

If nothing unexpected happens, then without a doubt, the Warp is the greatest gift the universe has bestowed upon living beings.

As the price for enjoying the benefits of the Warp, all beings with souls have some connection to the Warp.

And what is closest to the state of Warp is undoubtedly the dream of living beings.

According to the analysis in "Numerology", "The Biochemical Alchemy", and "The Guide to Warp Geography" compiled by Atlas, Horus, you should be entering puberty.

Just like Second Brother, you must have awakened some amazing superpower. Maybe once you master this divine skill, you can transform into a dream traveler, transcending the Three Realms and the Five Elements!

On the beach, Horus, who looked 70% wolf and 30% dog, with a golden collar around his neck, lay prone, watching Mordred pick her teeth with her crab claws while explaining her so-called science to her.

Compared to the many mentally ill patients, Horus was one of the more normal Primarchs, to the point that he seemed somewhat out of place.

In other words, Horus had an enormous heart; otherwise, anyone in a normal person would go insane. But what can you do when Horus is Primarch?

To be honest, Horus was quite envious of Mordred's silly state. No matter what happened, nothing could stop him from eating. "Second Brother, I feel like you're kidding me. And the most important thing is, why did I turn into a wolf, while you turned into a dog!"

We've stopped being human! Can't you at least give us some kind of response?

Mordred was staring blankly at the starfish, sponge, and octopus trio among the rocks, wondering if this weird place was called Bikini Bottom, suddenly shook his head, his dog eyes sharpening instantly. Under Horus's questioning gaze, he swallowed the unfortunate starfish whole.

"What do you mean by 'fooling you'? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. You should know that I am a disciple of Carlos's extraordinary wisdom. Do you know who Carlos is? You don't, right? That's right!"

If you knew my good buddy, how could I make up this story? Besides, from what I've observed, wolves don't stand on two legs. The way we're acting now, we're clearly monsters."

Mordred was right. At this moment, the two creatures huddled on the coastline, though described as animals, were more like a combination of Khorne and Gnoll, at least at the level of beastmen; neither of them was human.

"Besides, a dog like you shouldn't be able to hiss at me based on your rank. Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it. There are only three tons of Peanut Butter. Considering Zofi and the others' appetites, we should wake up soon."

Perhaps thinking of something amusing, the dog's face, which should have looked rather cute, suddenly revealed a hint of lewdness. "Atlas has the most comprehensive medical care in the entire empire, guaranteeing that you'll be able to fart every time you want to."

Horus, startled, unconsciously tucked his tail in; there was no other way but to accept reality.

"Let's go. Remember to stay on all fours. Right now, we're just a projection. If we die, we'll be banished back. Everything should be done in secrecy."

Just consider it a relaxing trip. This is the Holy Terra from 30,000 years ago. Look at this sea, look at this sky. Perhaps other people will never see such beauty in their entire lives.

Perhaps it was Mordred's influence, or perhaps it was the immense pressure of becoming Warmaster for the first time, Horus thought about it and decided to follow in Mordred's Dog's Leg.

Soon, the two strange-looking dogs, one large and one small, left the beach. The fishermen didn't pay much attention to them, except for a few extra glances at Mordred, since dogs with such short legs were indeed rare.

Because her geography teacher in her previous life was an ambitious young man who liked to tell witty stories, often recounting amusing anecdotes like 500,000 marks worth of bread, Mordred's grades were quite good.

Furthermore, with the Ultramarines, these space Rome, as a comparison, Mordred was certain that he had indeed been brought by Horus to the Old Terra Era Rome city-state of Terra.

Or to be more precise, it was the city of Wus, located in what later became the Roman Empire, around 290 AD, with a fluctuation of no more than 2,000 years. As for the exact date, I don't know.

With its powerful military strength, the Federation is expanding rapidly. Although Mordred still sees them as a group of backward ancient people, it should be noted that the Rabbits at the same time were still in the Han Dynasty.

In this era, the Roman Empire was already considered a relatively advanced civilization. Even though they still retained slavery, at least they had public toilets and a parliament!

Although the two are currently in the form of dogs, they are, after all, dogs transformed from the Primarch, and in terms of appearance, they are cool dogs among their canine counterparts.

As for the language barrier, that was not a problem either. Latin is very similar to Low Gothic, and Super Intelligence enabled the two to quickly learn to communicate, even with Wus accent, making them sound authentic.

For some reason, the vendors always felt that there was a problem with the city's security, and that their goods would mysteriously disappear.

Watching Mordred soaking in the hot spring, devouring melons one after another, Horus, after struggling repeatedly, also waved his paw, poked a melon, and popped it into his mouth.

"It tastes so good, it's making my head spin! Give me another one!"

"Hehehe! I knew Horus was up to no good. By the way, why were we brought to this era?"

Horus was also puzzled by this question. Logically, they should have entered the illusion to carry out a secret operation and finally find out who was chasing him. He didn't know why they had come here.

But as Mordred said, since he was already there, he might as well make the best of it. After witnessing the beauty of Old Terra, Horus became even more determined in his beliefs:

"Brother, I will never let the empire become what the prophecy foretold, and I will never believe that Father would kill us."

Father must be right. He is so perfect. Even if that shadow really is Father, he was forced into it. We must have made some unforgivable mistake.

If that day ever comes, I hope you can stop me. I don't want to upset my father.

Horus was clearly aware of something, aware that some malice was watching him; once was a coincidence, twice was an accident.

But why did you have to come at my coronation ceremony of all times? And with those rather instructive pursuers, it all looks like a conspiracy.

Horus stretched out in the hot spring, his silvery-white wolf fur swaying with the water. Mordred could sense that he was speaking from the heart, but something about it sounded strange. So, he was still saying, "I love my father, and my father loves me," as usual.

"Alright, since things have come to Second Brother, I'll tell you a little secret. This is a secret between the two of us, and you absolutely mustn't tell anyone else, not even Old Man Huang!"

"Don't worry, I promise I won't tell anyone."

Through various allegorical and ambiguous means, Mordred used four melons to reveal the existence of the Four Gods to Horus.

Then he pulled out a fifth melon, saying that this one was the Emperor, and that it was essentially no different from the other four melons.

However, the current Emperor is just a malnourished little melon, and the seeds inside are humanity. Once it is fully ripe, then...

Plop.

Looking at the melon that Mordred had bitten into and smashed, Horus seemed to understand. So his father was a ticking time bomb. Once he became like the Four Merchants, humanity itself would be the first to perish.

Seeing that Horus was in a bad mood, Mordred had to offer a few words of comfort:

"Don't worry, with your Second Brother here, I will never let the Yellow Skins turn into a melon bomb. Actually, what I'm most worried about is you!"

You're such a notorious dog-like boy, you'd even say Yellow Skins's fart smells good. Don't argue with me, you probably know better than anyone what kind of person Old Man Huang, you just don't want to admit it.

"What if Old Man Huang disappears one day? You'll definitely think your father betrayed you, that he doesn't want you anymore, and so on. Guess what, at that time, will four melons appear in your Eye of Horus, turning you into a puppet?"

Although unwilling to admit it, Horus knew that Mordred was telling the truth. If that day ever came, he would definitely be in trouble. Moreover, as a staunch supporter of the Great Astartes Doctrine, Horus essentially looked down on mortals. But the Emperor's magical move was that he did not want the Space Marine to rule the Empire, and he did not even grant them the right to enter the political system.

The reason all Primarchs are scrambling for the Warmaster position is because it is the only position that the Legion faction can secure.

"You're right. One should fulfill one's duties in one's position. I am not only my father's Sagittarius, but also the Imperial Warmaster, and the protector of us brothers."

These 20 Space Marine Legion —no, now it's 19 —Space Marine Legion are all on my shoulders. I am the second-in-command of the Imperium!

If my father has failed as a ruler, then I, Horus Lupercal, have a responsibility to correct the mistakes he has made!

Mordred was quite pleased with this level of awareness. As for Zhuang Sen, well, I'm sorry, I'll still choose Horus next time I elect Warmaster.

This is a classic case of being bullied because of kindness. If it were in the hands of Atlas, who had a whole bunch of crazy people, he wouldn't care about this or that. If anyone displeased him, he would make them disappear from the face of the earth. Exterminating nine generations of their family would be too lenient; he would wipe out three generations.

Honestly, sometimes Mordred thinks he might as well not have this empire. Given his relationship with the Khorne, at worst...

Before Mordred could commit any disrespectful act, the hot spring gate, which should have been closed, was opened from the outside. Under a magical connection beyond his bloodline, Horus instantly forgot his previous ambitions.

Even Mordred opened his mouth wide, his fur standing on end in fright, and he hissed frantically.

Two women in long dresses entered the hot spring. The taller one, if not exactly like Mordred, was at least nine-tenths similar.

The long-haired, straight-haired girl in her arms, snuggling and talking about 18+ topics, would be unrecognizable to Mordred and Horus, the editors-in-chief of <The Rome's She-Wolf>, even if she were reduced to ashes.

"Eldar, there are two dogs here!"

"Never mind them, they're probably just some abandoned pets. Come on, you'd better serve me well today, my sweetheart!"

Mordred: 0.0

Horus: 0.0

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