Bringing Kids? Even Dogs Wouldn't Do It!

Self-interest is always the best bond for maintaining relationships, and even Space Marine, who are super-cyborgs, are not immune to this.

Upon receiving Mordred's orders, Arcas Fal, the acting Legion Commander of the 19th Legion, immediately ended his current mission as quickly as possible, left the Expeditionary Fleet, and headed to Holy Terra.

Throughout a century of expeditionary battles, the 19th Legion fought alongside the Moon Wolves.

Like all late-game legions, after such a long period of independent operation, the later the Primarch returned to the Legion, the more indifferent the Legion's internal attitude towards the Primarch became.

The Dark Angels were a watershed moment. Before that, the legions were all going through tough times, during the most difficult period of the Empire's founding. Some legions were so poor that even rats would gnash their teeth at them.

The Adeptus Mechanicus, being cunning and opportunistic, had a batch of weapons and equipment ready to be forged, and with so many people waiting for them, they had no choice but to prioritize supplying the legions with Primarchs. As for the legions without Primarchs to lead the flag, they would have to wait for the next batch.

Once the resources from the early stages of the Great Crusade were depleted and the Empire's production capacity began to surge, this phenomenon gradually subsided.

Not to mention that during that period, Atlas gradually gained power, Mordred rose to the Warmaster Position, simultaneously cutting costs and increasing revenue while reducing surplus.

These legions, who had no one to care for them, received a huge wave of aid.

Everyone remembers how good the Second Highness was.

Throughout history, the frontline soldiers have never lacked capable and skilled warriors; what they lack are those with connections, and specifically, those with connections that can reach the highest levels of government and have powerful backing.

Arguing with the Department of the Munitorum is useless; those incompetent people can't even do the math themselves. The decimal point on the Dataslate is bouncing around like a madman; one bounce and countless accountants' hairs would be burned off.

There were even bizarre incidents where the Department of the Munitorum colluded with the Imperial Navy to embezzle funds, only managing to cover their losses by smuggling supplies with Atlas.

Even the Moon Wolves, Crown Prince Legion, know the coded language of seeking out Atlas after leaving Holy Terra. Second Uncle is not only ruthless...

They even protect their heirs; they have so much money they can never spend it all.

Horus, who had just undergone localized tightening surgery, immediately approved the 19th Legion's sudden retreat. After all, Moon Wolves had no shortage of cannon fodder, so he figured he might as well do them a favor.

After dragging their feet for a whole week, the 19th Legion finally arrived in Holy Terra to join forces with Atlas. Mordred didn't hesitate and immediately got to work.

A fantastical Webway Gate the netherworld unfolded in the void, with the Abomination leading the way, charging into it with the 19th Legion, accompanied by a planetary construction ship.

Although quite curious about the Webway, Fal didn't think much of it. Instead, he immediately went to the Abomination to visit Moreleide, accompanied by a large group of people carrying various gifts, highlighting his social skills.

Looking through the porthole at this giant mother ship, comparable to the Gloriana-class Battleship, the little black Canned One of the 19th Legion, though silent, were filled with longing in their eyes.

"Warmaster, is this a gift for us?"

"You know the answer already, but I'm no longer Warmaster, so you can't just say whatever comes to mind!"

Upon being greeted Fal, Far immediately scurried over, a hint of obsequiousness on his face. "Your Highness is joking! What Warmaster? In my heart, you will always be the Imperial Warmaster! My Second Uncle loves me, and I love my Second Uncle!"

Mordred, who was being shown filial piety, waved his hand, indicating that he was not a vain person. He said, "If you're going to say something, then say a few more words. Rambo, come here quickly and get my good nephew some drinks. Bring me my bottle of orange juice."

Those who can climb to the position of Legion Commander are no pushovers. They may not be the most capable fighters, but they are certainly good at getting by. He picked up a bottle of orange juice and, amidst the horrified stares of the Atlas, downed the entire bottle in one go.

Startled, Moreleide quickly placed his hand on the young man's head, drawing out the immense Fel Energy that could instantly corrupt a high-ranking Daemon.

Don't Fal, a veteran who fought in the Unification Wars, now acting like a Dog's Leg. Others might want to be Dog's Leg but can't, but for the sake of the Legion, he's willing to do anything.

Mordred pulled out a list and slammed it on the table. He patted his nephew on the shoulder and pointed to the list of 10,000 Mark IV Power Armour, 330 Ironclad Terminators sets, 220 Heavy Venom Tank, 110 Contemptor Dreadnought, 13 Crusader Knight, 5 Fenrisian Titan, and one planetary modification ship, saying:

"From now on, you'll be living independently. Your Second Uncle may not have much else, but he has considerable wealth, and all of this will be yours from now on."

Don't drink anything recklessly from now on. Work hard and don't let the Empire down!

"I will live up to the Warmaster's expectations!"

The uncle and nephew exchanged a glance and burst into arrogant laughter, but before Fal rejoice for long, Mordred changed the subject:

"You've seen the item yourself. Since I brought it here, it belongs to your 19th Legion. No one can take it from us. However, my Second Uncle values family harmony."

Before long, your father will be returning to the Legion. You'd better put away all your bad habits and watch your step. I don't want you Terran-descended veterans to be wasted away.

You need to understand who your Primarch is. Even Horus and I are just your uncles. You need to treat your father like a child, communicate with him more, and try to coax him a bit. Do you understand?

Fal, the seasoned veteran, clearly took it to heart, but combined with Mordred's coaxing tone, it still felt a bit awkward.

If it were any other Primarch, Fal would certainly not have dared to ask such a question, but this Second Highness had no Primarch airs and was very approachable, so he asked:

"Your Highness, I get the feeling that our Primarch is somewhat cynical, or rather, difficult to get along with. He can't possibly kill all 11 of us, can he?"

It's not a serious blowout; after all, not everyone is the Boss. Corvus Corax is a brother who's very much to Mordred's liking.

But it was precisely because of this that he understood how great the differences would be between the 19th Legion and his brother whom he had never met, and how it would eventually lead to the abstract scene of Space Marine shouting, "My father is dead!"

If Corvus Corax hadn't fully grown up, Mordred could have educated him from a young age like he raised Konrad Curze, but five years was enough time for the Primarch to establish his values, so he could only take preventative measures in advance.

Seeing that Fal was lost in thought, Mordred pulled out his Pip-Boy and connected it to the bridge holographic projector, immediately showing everyone Corvus Corax's browser history.

Although it's somewhat Morality, what can you do when the Divine Seal Network is based on the Atlas architecture? Mordred has access to the core code, and with control of the Box Weapon, he can spy on Corvus Corax's every move.

Upon seeing the browsing history scrolling through the Holographic Projection, Fal immediately realized a problem:

"Your Highness, is our father a little kid? Why does he like watching cartoons? Especially shoujo anime! Is our Primarch male or female?"

Plop.

Hearing the laughter, Mordred glared at Tom, and after a long pause, she explained:

"It's a son, no, it's a father. You're about to welcome a father, though he's a bit young! He's just a kid, what's wrong with watching some anime for girls? I even like watching Dog Three Sisters."

Mars Girl is pretty good too. It was a co-production between Atlas and Adeptus Mechanicus, and they even got Sanguinius as the voice actress.

And think about it, the Primarch isn't your average kid. Don't let your father's age fool you, he's only five, he's growing fast!

Konrad Curze grew to 3 meters tall by the age of eight! Who would believe that? I was worried when I saw it!

Fal thought it made sense? What a load of rubbish! He had planned to bring back the Primarch and make the Legion famous, but it turned out to be just a little kid. He might as well have continued to follow Moon Wolves, or even Atlas.

Without the Primarch, the Legion cannot comprehend the true significance of the Primarch to the Legion. This is the state of mind that Fal is in now, reluctantly agreeing.

Because the 19th Legion had always followed Moon Wolves, a so-called wolf-like culture had emerged within the legion.

What these Embryonic Killer need is a strong leader, a powerful father who can lead them to dominate the galaxy and adorn their armor with honor, not a brat who watches anime for girls.

"Are you sure? You said it yourself!"

Fal was astonished, thinking, "Could it be that His Highness can read minds? How does he know what I'm thinking?"

Are you wondering how I know what you're thinking? And do you suspect I can read your mind?

Fal had a lot on his mind, nodded, and then saw Mordred looking at him with an expression as if he were an idiot.

"Come on, hasn't anyone said you have a lot of facial expressions? I had the same expression when I first met Makara, exactly like you."

Based on my analysis, you might be a repressed person with a lot of inner monologues; this is an issue that needs treatment!

Fal admitted that the Primarch was indeed the Primarch— to be able to see his own face was far more difficult than mind reading! And why did he always think about such random things? Was he really a repressed pervert?

"Stop thinking about it. If you keep thinking about it, I think you'll lose your mind. Don't drink other people's things in the future. If I hadn't acted quickly, you might have blown up."

As for what you just said, I think you'd better not be so decisive, otherwise you might get slapped in the face for saying it.

Fal said it was impossible, absolutely impossible. Bringing a child? Not even a dog!