Conjugate Father and Son
"Smack!"
A crisp, loud slap rang out, and Makara, who had just been full of ambition, instantly burst into tears, crouching down to defend himself with his head in his hands.
What are you doing?
"What? You weakling think you can take my place! Do you believe that when the Yellow Skins comes back, it'll slap you against the wall and you won't be able to pry yourself off?"
"Exactly, exactly! You yourself admitted that you were just a tool set up by Neos to deal with Eldar, and you still want to take her place? If it weren't for the two of us, you'd probably be starving to death by now."
Malaka's declaration of his dreams made Mordred laugh in exasperation; his mouth nearly twisted in disbelief, and even Horus was on the verge of losing his composure.
Others couldn't see it, but the two of them could see it clearly. As the head of the Emperor's fan club, Horus admired his father the most. As he got to know Mordred better and better and witnessed the Emperor's various Abstract Maneuver, Horus was no longer the stupid kid he used to be. He directly evolved and became a twisted Emperor fan.
In Horus's eyes, the Emperor will always be the White Moonlight that has accompanied him for 30 years, a father and a comrade-in-arms. The saying "like father, like son" is most fitting for the two of them.
This emotion transcends the bond between father and son, and it is not some trivial lustful act.
The white moonlight will always be the White Moonlight, even if the White Moonlight herself came to visit!
You're only fit to deal with Eldar's Purple Mood, yet you dare to replace my My Father? Don't you even look in a mirror? No, you poor wretch, you don't even have a mirror. The fish in the porridge was killed by me when I went out to sea in the middle of the night!
Horus, completely letting loose, wiggled wildly and danced awkwardly with Mordred, each saying a line and furiously dissing Makara in front of them.
Don't let Horus's usual serious demeanor fool you; Horus is also the head of a gang in Cthonia, and with Mordred, the queen of foul language, who can curse without even uttering a single swear word, they managed to make Makara cry.
"Stop cursing, stop cursing, you two bad dogs! Do you think I want to be bullied by that crazy woman? Even if I were in my true form, I couldn't withstand that kind of exploitation."
"Waaaaah! I don't want to end up like this. They promised to let me come back in three years, but three years have passed, and now Rome has been established as a nation, and that bastard Neos still won't let me go back. So, does that mean my clones aren't human anymore?"
Completely devastated, Makara threw a tantrum, cursing Neos for being inhuman, saying that he had at first brought her food and drink, but later he disappeared.
What could she do? To fill her stomach, she had no choice but to submit to Eldar, at least she could please this crazy woman and she even knew to give her living expenses.
Looking at the unfortunate little thing on the ground, crying and making a fuss like a spoiled brat, the two dogs exchanged a glance and couldn't help but sigh. Because the Primarch was not a normal person, even Guilliman, inside and out, did not have a childhood that could be called normal, let alone a normal family relationship with the Emperor.
After all, even Lady Yuton complained to Mordred that when she first saw Guilliman, her first reaction wasn't maternal love, but fear.
According to Lady Yuton, Guilliman, who had just been found, was like a machine, with no human qualities whatsoever, but he was incredibly intelligent and always managed to come up with the right answer.
This is a pseudo-human whose intelligence is completely suppressed, who eats a lot, changes almost every day, and can grow to more than 3 meters tall by the age of eight. The Dahl effect is directly maximized.
Nobody would believe it if you told them, is this guy really eight?!
But you could say Lady Yuton was a great mother. She raised a terrifying robot like Guilliman into a perfectly normal son who honed his powerful elbow techniques, allowing him to unleash his true nature with elbows even when all Primarchs were aware of the Warp, while ignoring the harassing phone calls from the Four Merchants.
That's amazing, Kiri Mambo!
On the other hand, the other Primarchs were less than satisfactory. With a mother who ran away from home, a gambling father, and brothers whose identities were unclear, there wasn't a single normal person in the Emperor's entire family.
"Alright, alright, why are you crying? It's like we're bullying you. Don't you understand the saying 'Iron Within, Iron Without and out'? Someone like you thinks you can take our place? You probably won't even get your next meal, unless—"
"Unless what?"
Malaka grabbed the two men's paws, her eyes darting around wildly. For her, living her own life was more important than anything else.
She really didn't want to live that unlucky life of going hungry one day and eating the next, feeling like the whole world was against her.
"Please help me! Since you say I'm the chosen magical girl, you must have a way, right? Romus, Remus..."
I can do anything.
No matter what, Makara is part of the Emperor, inheriting that extraordinary and amazing charm. Even if she's dressed like a country girl, her modeling skills are still top-notch.
As expected, after using the same trick as the Yellow Skins, Horus was instantly captivated and turned to look at Mordred.
"Second Brother, perhaps this is why we're here. What are you waiting for? She's begging us!"
"I really can't do anything with you, but what can I do? I'm kind-hearted. To be honest, I also have a nickname: the Coward Buster. My track record is well-documented."
Honest and fair dealings with both young and old.
If we hadn't broken the heavenly rules and been banished to the mortal realm, I would have definitely pulled out my Titan Training Method.
Don't worry, the reason we've descended to Earth is to train us into strong, independent women. Once we complete our mission, we can return to the 22nd century in Apache Attack Helicopter and report to Doraemon.
These are bizarre and outlandish theories, yet they seem impressive despite their incomprehensibility!
Ultimately, she suffered from a cultural disadvantage. Makara didn't know what Apache Attack Helicopter was, but she knew what Titan was—a colossus, even a kid on the street knew that.
And for some reason, Makara felt that the two dogs in front of her looked very friendly and would never harm her.
"Okay, I'll do whatever you say."
As a titan of the Imperial Cult, even if you dragged an Ogryn over, Mordred could make it count to 100, and even teach it to march in step, turn around, and even more advanced skills like goose-stepping.
With Horus, the Imperial Warmaster, on top of that, the shearing action was at its maximum, absolutely maximum! Two such powerful figures serving Makara was incredibly easy.
However, Mordred, driven by his wicked sense of humor, is unlikely to be so normal. The Emperor usually beats him up in the name of his father, but now the tables have turned, and the little Yellow Skins is still Yellow Skins.
"Call me 'godfather' and let me hear it."
"Godfather!"
One dared to speak, and the other dared to bark; Master Mordred's mouth stretched to the back of his head as he listened, and his tail wagged like an electric fan.
Horus, not to be outdone, also tricked Makara into recognizing the dog as his father, driven by some twisted mentality.
As the words "godfather" were uttered, the two shameless individuals hurriedly helped the stepmother up, shouting that there was no need for such formalities.
Meanwhile, seeing the Emperor's eyelids twitching wildly, his lips twitching, and him suddenly calling him "Dad, "Malcador panicked and quickly asked:
"Your His Majesty, are you alright?"
"It's okay, I don't eat Liuliumei!"
Upon hearing this, the air fell silent. The combined age of the two old men, exceeding the length of human history, simultaneously conjured up the same image in their minds. The Emperor even crushed the chess piece in his hand.
"Ah-- Mordred!"