Soul of Darkness

It's hard to be a human, it's hard to be a dog, and it's even harder to be a dog that's just a plaything.

By the time Mordred and Horus realized what was about to happen, it was too late!

Seeing the two lumps of heat that had instantly turned white-hot and exceeded human tolerance, Horus and Mordred exchanged a speechless glance and immediately jumped out of the hot spring and shrank into a corner.

If they hesitated for even a second, it would be irresponsible of them. The hot spring was already tainted, and seeing this scene would make them unclean as well.

"Second Brother... I think I've gone blind! Are those two...?"

"Shut up! Don't ask, don't think. Once we get back, we'll wipe your memory as soon as possible. You're almost blind, but don't you think I'm not?"

Mordred, a scientific researcher, is actually just like the Mechanicus he looks down on. Although he always claims to be a normal person, the Arch-Magos Kragg knows that his boss is even more eccentric than her.

Back then, in order to solve the problem of low compatibility of Atlas Gene-Seed, Mordred conducted a lot of research, including on the amazing human group of Perpetual.

Because these Perpetual are extremely cunning, some of Perpetual didn't even know they were Perpetual until their resurrection, which meant Mordred never studied the original body.

Fortunately, Mordred has a good brother named Vulkan, a black guy who perfectly inherited the Emperor's Perpetual talent. Coupled with their Salamanders title, they can be considered a poor man's knock-off version of the immortal Saurus.

However, after repeated experiments and the destruction of numerous failed experiments that could be considered abstract even in the Warp, all the experiments were unsurprisingly declared failures. But Mordred did manage to uncover a bit of the secret of the Perpetual.

As a unique mutant species unique to humans, the Perpetual, unlike the untouchables who can inherit their genes through some kind of recessive gene, are just like randomly spawning NPCs, with absolutely no pattern.

More importantly, Perpetual only spawn among humans, and each individual possesses some strange abilities; they are all powerful Psyker.

Taking Emperor as an example, once a Perpetual has lived long enough, their traces will inevitably appear in history.

Myths and legends, as well as local historical accounts, may very well be based on real events, only their protagonists might be some unknown Perpetual.

But Mordred, who views the world from a scientific perspective and even attributes Chaos God to powerful natural phenomena with their own logic, sees mythology as nothing more than misinformation.

These are unofficial histories from an ancient era when productivity was low and human knowledge was extremely limited. After all, they are myths and legends; you can listen to them, but how can you really believe them?

But now Mordred and Horus truly believe it; unofficial history may not be historical fact, but it's certainly unofficial enough! And what's even more unofficial is that these unofficial histories are actually true.

When a person lives long enough, he will inevitably become abnormal, and Eldar, who can play with the Emperor, is obviously not a normal person either.

From 9 p. m. until dawn the next day, Mordred and Horus huddled in the corner, enduring the antics of these two eccentric individuals who defied human comprehension.

The two dogs, having fought until dawn, were satisfied. Looking at the mess on the ground, and seeing the two pets still huddled in the corner, Eldar, being the dominant one, pulled the orange dog from the corner and patted Mordred's head:

"Neos, why does this dog look a bit silly to me?"

Neos, who also dragged the silver dog, was even more inhumane; he actually used Horus to wipe his body. Mordred, witnessing this, silently mourned for his good friend for two seconds, but it's very likely that Horus wouldn't mind.

"Perhaps they were shocked by my strength; after all, not everyone is as strong and powerful as me!"

"How about I switch this time? I remember the Athenians really liked this."

Clearly, the results of the Holy Emperor's attempt to bypass the Webway did not satisfy Eldar. Upon hearing this, the Rome's She-Wolf's face turned pale instantly.

"Tch, you good-for-nothing! I'm quite satisfied with how you served me this time. I'm going back to Athens now. Don't you dare run away next time I come looking for you, or I won't just leave you like this, my beauty!"

"..."

Mordred seemed to understand why the Emperor never mentioned Eldar, and even when questioning Malcador, the Arch-Magos had a constipated expression.

It turns out that it wasn't like what the Emperor said, that he wouldn't stoop to that crazy woman's level. Rather, the Emperor had always been in a weak position, and Eldar was the unparalleled powerhouse, while Erda was just a Purple Mood toy.

As expected, as Eldar left gracefully, the Rome's She-Wolf instantly Collapsed on the Ground, and anyone could see that she was a little weak.

Looking at the two dogs, one big and one small, staring at him with strange eyes, Neos felt for some reason that the shorter-legged one looked really annoying.

And that's exactly what she did; she slapped Mordred on the head.

"What are you looking at? Look at me again and I'll skin you alive and make you into a vest! Do you think you're looking down on me? You're asking for it!"

Mordred, however, didn't tolerate this bastard. She immediately revealed a set of gleaming white teeth and bit down on her calf.

"Ah—let go! Let go of me! Where did this mad dog come from?"

The more Neos struggled, the more Mordred bit him, and Horus, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but try as well, biting at the other leg as well.

Although Horus always flaunted his Damn Ring and secretly drew erotic pictures, it didn't mean he wanted to see his father, whom he admired so much, become so depraved.

Neos, being mauled by two rabid dogs, was helpless. No matter how much she struggled, even using brute force capable of crushing steel, she could not break free from these two strange dogs.

Finally, having exhausted all other options, Neos noticed a bag of melons lying nearby for some unknown reason. He decided to use the melons to lure the two beasts away.

"Good puppy, let go of my mouth!"

Putting aside the question of why a great Emperor could come up with the bizarre idea of using fruit to lure a dog, her very act of wanting to talk to the dog shows that she was not mentally sound.

Fortunately, the dog wasn't a normal dog either. Mordred and Horus exchanged a glance, then released the dog's mouth and pounced into the bag of melons.

Sensing danger, Miss Neos made a hasty escape, unaware that she had already been marked by her two Rebellious son' scent, and two furtive figures were following her. Meanwhile, the astrologer, having finally pinpointed the exact location amidst the complex Timeline, watched as the figure was forcibly fixed in place by the pitch-black flames.

The moment, filled with the sense of destruction, fell silent.

"What kind of power is this?"