The Overbearing Emperor Falls in Love with Me, a 300-Year-Old Palace Cleaner
"Five years, do you know how I've spent these five years?"
Morgan, now back inside Mordred, poked his head out, exuding an air of leisure, as he watched Mordred place the plant seeds he had painstakingly smuggled into the Stasis Field.
"Haven't you been playing games all these years? Don't think I don't know, you're still using my account. Sally has already complained to me."
"Damn it, I knew that little brat couldn't be tamed, she actually dared to secretly tell on me."
And don't underestimate me! I wasn't just playing games all the time; I also did intelligence analysis!
Watching her pet gradually become more and more of a comedian and increasingly useless, Mordred began to miss Carlos terribly. She wondered if she could return him to Tzeentch and give Morgan half of her good brother's intelligence, or even 1/9!
"The intelligence analysis you're talking about, is it watching 'The Overbearing Emperor Falls in Love with a 300-Year -Imperial Palace Cleaner'? I've told you so many times, watching too many of these silly short dramas will ruin your brain. You're not smart to begin with, if you keep ruining it, won't you end up like Ogryn?"
Or is it just Sunburned Ogryn?
"Speaking of which, I've been wanting to ask this before: Magnus, why are you on my ship, and wearing my clothes? Don't you have anywhere else to go?"
Mordred had originally planned to go back to her own doghouse and get a good night's sleep, even though dream walking was not an easy process for the Primarch.
Since there is no control group to verify this, the specific effects are still unknown, but judging from the fact that even Horus's projection started to fade gradually, prolonged stays will definitely cause problems.
Mordred guessed that the reason he wasn't having any problems was probably because he didn't have a true soul, while Horus's projection was a genuine fragment of a soul. Without the nourishment of a physical body, it would gradually mutate over time.
As for bringing his physical body back with him, Mordred doesn't have the technical ability to do that right now, unless he finds the Three Divine Artifacts of the Webway and embarks on a spontaneous trip.
Mordred was furious when she saw Magnus occupying her room, having barely gotten any rest.
"Second Brother, I didn't want to either! I was doing fine outside, but Father suddenly brought me back, saying that I'm not smart and have a rebellious streak, and that it would be better for everyone if I stayed obediently."
As for why it was on your ship, you'll have to ask Malcador. That old man was crazy; he tricked me into sitting on that damned Golden Toilet. It almost killed me; my muscles are all bulging."
Holding a bowl of chilled Coconut Heart Bobo, taking bites from the left and right, and enjoying it with white rice, Magnus explained.
Incidentally, the bowl of rice in front of Magnus contained not only rice but also a thick layer of curry stewed chicken, along with Macragge Specialty Snack made from nearly 20 ingredients such as pearls, coconut jelly, fresh milk, and pudding.
Mordred believed that if Magnus wasn't a Primarch, he would inevitably develop Big Stomach Bag sooner or later if he ate like that.
With a different skin, it becomes a one-eyed Nurgling Ogryn.
"Really!"
Hearing his brother acknowledge his point of view, Magnus was quite pleased. He had long disliked Malcador; how could this Old Ones be allowed to ride roughshod over him if he weren't outmatched?
"Don't get too excited yet. I admit that the Yellow Skins finally did the right thing this time. It's better for everyone if you don't cause trouble. Except for Horus."
The second thing I'm worried about is you, you bastard.
Magnus truly remained as holy as ever, even mistaking Mordred for praising him by comparing him to Horus, who had become Warmaster.
If you round it up, he's definitely a Warmaster, at least a step above Zhuang Sen.
If Zhuang Sen knew what Xiao Ma was thinking, he would curse a couple of times, and then, taking advantage of Xiao Ma's unpreparedness, unleash his signature move Lion King's Flying Head Punch, punching that big red head twice to see if he could knock the shit out of Xiao Ma's brain.
Since the Second Imperium became a laughingstock, Mordred has focused her energy on scientific research.
However, behind the scenes, he formed the Second Imperium Inner Circle with Dorn and Magnus, two Snow Eaters who had witnessed the truth of Chaos.
This time, Mordred learned her lesson. She didn't publicize it extensively or frantically recruit people. She just stayed with them, because a triangle is the most stable shape.
A target, a landmine, and a backup plan—that should attract at least half the attention.
Of course, being a member of the House Wayne, Mordred had a Plan C after Plan B, and a Plan D after Plan C, so he really understood the Dark Angels' methods.
After Tom submitted the test report, Moreleide did not set off immediately. Instead, he sent someone to summon the 19th Legion to take stock of the spoils.
Through gene cloning therapy, a large number of plants and animals that had long been extinct or mutated within the Empire were restored, such as giant bananas, polar bears, Siberian hamsters, sweet potatoes, lemons, and dates.
Mordred plans to cultivate and breed these things, then give them to his brothers for promotion, or keep them as genetic stock for modification. In any case, Mortarion, who loves farming, will definitely like them, not to mention the Sanguinius, who is a glutton.
However, it was Magnus who was the first to experience this treatment. Upon seeing these novel plants and animals, the one-eyed Sunburned Ogryn insisted that they were high-quality carbohydrates and wanted to try them.
Watching the sharks swimming freely in the aquarium, Mordred thought it would make a great gift for Corvus Corax.
Based on the abstract questions in his browsing history, my brother must still be a kid.
Meanwhile, while Mordred was waiting for the 19th Legion to assemble, five-year-old Corvus Corax, who had already grown to 3 meters tall, was huddled in his and his sister's little shack, fiddling with the handheld terminal.
Tom's judgment was correct; he had indeed found traces of a Primarch, and the illegal broadcast was something Corvus Corax himself had created.
It was through the network signal from the neighboring world of Kival that Corvus Corax was able to spy on the regime called the Empire and realize that he was a Primarch.
As one of only two Primarchs raised by women, Corvus Corax was cared for by several working-class women as a child, along with a girl Evrania, who was also his sister.
It was precisely this environment that prevented Corvus Corax, who had just crawled out of the nursery and skinned several unfortunate creatures alive, from becoming a monster, but rather a truly compassionate Primarch.
However, precisely because of his excessively high Morality standards, upon learning about the Empire, Corvus Corax instantly came to the same conclusion as the Khan: that the Empire was a cesspool, and he himself was the son of a Tyrant.
Looking at her older sister, who was ten years older than her but acted like a child, nestled in her arms, Corvus Corax wanted to say that this TV series called "The Overbearing Emperor Falls in Love with a 300-Year- Imperial Palace Cleaner" was completely illogical and watching too much of it might make her stupid.
But to avoid being constantly nagged, Corvus Corax suppressed his urge to complain and instead began to think about how to resist the oppression of the regulators.
As he was thinking about it, Corvus Corax suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by something dirty.
"What could it be? That's strange."