An Forgotten One

Alpharius left, filled with doubt and resentment, slinking away from Serenity, from this place that had caused him so much pain.

There are no secrets hidden until now, only a bunch of idiots who look up with their left eye and down with their right, from the Primarch to the street Dog-men!

When everyone else is abnormal, the one who is normal becomes the most abnormal person.

Alpharius considered himself the most intelligent Primarch, Hydra was the Imperium's most skilled agent, but their cleverness backfired. A fool is Clever Head!

There's something Mordred didn't say: even if A-Fa's disguise was flawless and he overcame this obstacle, he could only Atlas the outer perimeter of Atlas.

Unless Alpharius can, like Atlas, add another surgery after the 19 Gene-Enhancement Surgery to connect to the Mind Network and embrace Fel Energy.

Otherwise, he would never be able to successfully infiltrate Atlas, but if he did, it would be uncertain whether the Space Marine who infiltrated were A-Fa or Atlas.

With Alpharius gone, Mordred, who was staying in his hometown, resumed his slacking off.

In the morning, I conduct scientific research; in the afternoon, I patrol my territory; and in the evening, I make friends with heroes from all walks of life, using dinner in Mordred to generate foreign exchange for the Serenity 50 Worlds.

Furthermore, she always goes to bed before 10 p. m. every night, and even drinks a glass of warm milk, never leaving fatigue for the next day; her daily routine is quite regular.

Meanwhile, Atlas continued their logistics operations, and ships bearing the black and red Character Mark 'a' could be seen on every battlefield of the Great Crusade.

As the Divine Seal Spire was steadily constructed, a vast network spanning the galaxy was unfolded, uniting every world and every empire's inhabitant once again into a single entity.

With the help of this global project that even the Four Merchants praised, a large number of storage worlds constructed by Atlas in its early stages began to exert their power.

The successful transition of the Imperium of Man from a primitive interstellar slave system to an interstellar feudal Monarch can be described as an unprecedented and great victory.

Mordred believed that if he had another 200 years, he could cover half the empire with the Divine Seal Spire and achieve the most basic communication.

While other legions fought on the front lines of the Great Crusade, Atlas scavenged resources in the rear. Leveraging its powerful logistics system, it brought these resources back to the heart of the Empire, where they were put into full production alongside the Forge World.

Then these weapons, equipment, and supplies are used to support the legions and even the entire empire.

A seemingly simple but cyclical system was thus formed, growing bigger and stronger, and creating new glories!

Driven by such enormous profits, Mordred didn't even need to resort to any underhanded tactics; the money-grubbing Mechanicus instantly knelt down and sent their people to Serenity, crying and begging to join the Second Imperium.

Don't think that money is useless just because Imperium of Man don't have a unified currency. So-called currency is just an equivalent; the resources it represents are the most important.

No matter how brilliant Mechanicus is, he can't do scientific research without funding. If his academic research doesn't meet the standards, he won't even be approved to become Adeptus Mechanicus Sage. And he wants to be an Arch-Magos? Dream on!

The first thing to do when joining the Adeptus Mechanicus is to learn how to attract investment, regardless of whether the project is ridiculous or not. Anyone who can fool investors is a good Mechanicus. The most successful one among them is Fabricator-General of Mars Kopol Hal.

His greatest achievements were signing the Olympia Accords with the Emperor, building the Gloriana-class Battleship for the Legion, and making the Adeptus Mechanicus one of the leaders of the Imperial Double Eagles.

This Forge Lord was quite a character. He openly swore animosity towards Atlas, as if Mordred had killed his own mother, but secretly he was so close to Master Mordred that they were practically inseparable. He was the kind of person who made money without lifting a finger.

Compared to other Mechanicus, Hal is more like a politician, emphasizing slickness.

"Your Highness, our smuggling business has become much more difficult since you stepped down Warmaster Position. Although Horus is the First Returned Son, in my heart, you are the true Warmaster."

It's a pity our Warmaster is taking things too far; he's fixated on our smuggling ships, which is truly outrageous."

Mordred shook his head, and after searching for a while, finally found a mechanical tentacle within Hal's massive, knight-like body that he could reach. He immediately activated his signature skill—"Walking Arm-in-Arm" —to soothe Hal, saying:

"Hal, as the saying goes, loyalty to the emperor and love for one's country are paramount. Horus is doing his job in his position. He is a proper Imperial Warmaster, unlike me."

To be honest, I bought this Warmaster Position, just to make money. But a man has his pride, so I had to step down and give way. But you know, don't be fooled by my apparent wealth. The moment I open my eyes, countless mouths are staring at me expectantly. I'm just a hair on this ox; don't you know where the lion's share is?"

Hal knew perfectly well that as one of the Emperor's confidants, he was a true veteran of the Aquila Banner. He was the one who sent the Adeptus Mechanicus Sage in the Webway Project, so how could he not know whose Black Glove the Second Highness was?

"Your Highness, what about the STC you promised?"

Before Hal could finish speaking, he saw Mordred pull a small box out from behind his back and open it right in front of him. Inside were the STC build modules he had been longing for—two of them!

"Hey, hey, hey, Your Second Highness, I've known you're smart since you were little. I even held you when you were still in the incubator."

"Haha, you're really lucky!"

After seeing off his business partners, Mordred, as is customary, should now drink a glass of warm milk and then lie in bed to drift off to sleep.

But just as Mordred finished showering, changed into his beloved dog pajamas, and lay in bed scrolling through silly videos to clear his mind, he suddenly felt something wriggling under his feet.

Without a second thought, Mordred kicked the bed away, saying, "Morgan, this is my bed. Go back to your doghouse and don't disturb my sleep."

Mordred would never tolerate a rebellious Hakimi like Morgan. She had to let her know who her master was, otherwise this girl would definitely take advantage of her kindness. He didn't even want to think about what she might do tomorrow if she dared to sleep with him today.

But Mordred quickly realized Morgan deserved a beating; this guy dared to touch his foot, so he immediately kicked him again.

However, this kick seemed to flip a switch, and they started scrambling even more enthusiastically.

This is intolerable! His perfect routine is about to be disrupted! Mordred stomped his legs frantically while cursing:

"Morgan, I think you've got too much to do, you like to rummage around, huh? You've got me kicked by lightning! If I don't rip the seams off your suit today, I'll change my surname to yours."

"What? You're not sleeping in the middle of the night? Are you calling for a ghost?"

A tuft of blue hair peeked out, and with a push of his hands, half of his figure emerged from his chest, looking down at Mordred —it was Morgan himself.

"Wait, if you weren't the one pulling me, then who was?"

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The master and servant exchanged a glance, and instantly their hair stood on end. Morgan cried out in terror, "A ghost! A ghost!" and immediately shrank into Mordred's blanket.

In other film sets, this might have resulted in some tedious erotic scenes, but this unscrupulous master and servant only wanted to bring out another one to attract the ghost's attention.

"Get lost, this is my blanket."

"Shut up! Doesn't a pet's life matter? You only think about yourself!"

"It's obvious you've done too many wicked things. Now the evil spirits are coming after you. It's all your fault; you've dragged me down with you."

However, this little blanket is only so big. It was given to Mordred by Old Thomas when he was young. It was difficult to cover one person with it, and now it's not enough to cover two people.

Confined to their own bodies and shivering, the two could only cover their upper bodies with the blankets.

After all, even evil spirits cannot enter the sacred bed; this is a well-established custom.

But clearly this evil spirit had no regard for chivalry; even after cowering under the covers, it still wouldn't let Mordred go, and even Morgan felt something pressing down on his feet.

"Waaah, I don't taste good! You jerk, let go of me! If you want to eat, eat Mordred, he's got more meat."

"You son of a bitch, I knew you were a traitor. I should have known better than to raise you. Give me back my brother Carlos's life."

Wait, aren't you Daemon? What are you afraid of?!

"Oh right, I'm Daemon, what am I afraid of?" Realizing what she'd said, Morgan felt a little embarrassed, but being the proud woman she was, she wouldn't admit to being afraid of ghosts. She quickly changed the subject, replying:

"You're Daemon Primarch, you've eaten at least ten thousand, if not eight thousand, so what gives you the right to judge me?"

Mordred thought about it and realized it made sense. What was so scary about ghosts? He was just scaring himself. He knew he wasn't a good person after seeing their expressions.

He immediately threw off the blanket, wanting to see which fool dared to mess with him; they must be tired of living.

But when Mordred saw the ghost's true form, she was so frightened that she screamed:

"Magnus! How did you get in here, you bastard? And you're lying in my bed!"

"Huh? I've been here the whole time."

Mordred suddenly remembered something; it seemed that he had indeed told him that the Emperor's Command him to go back to Holy Terra and not go anywhere else.

At that time, he was serving as Horus's dog in Rome, and the Abomination was suspended on the orbit of the Holy Terra. That unfortunate thing ended up living on his ship.

"So, you've been inside Atlas the whole time, and you've lived there until now, and no one has discovered you?"

"Um, is it possible that I've been here all along? I was even standing next to you at Corvus Corax's return ceremony."

Looking at the wise-looking one-eyed Sunburned Ogryn in front of him, Mordred vaguely remembered that Magnus had indeed stood next to him during Corvus Corax's return ceremony.

But that doesn't make sense. Even a spy chief like A-Fa can spot you at a glance. Why haven't you, such an obvious red-skinned troll, attracted any attention until now?

To prove he wasn't lying, Magnus even took out his terminal in front of Mordred and showed him the photos.

The first image shows Magnus standing awkwardly between Mordred and Horus inside the Hive Laboratory. The second image shows him showing off his food in the dining hall, with Mordred bragging to his offspring behind him.

The third picture is from the Elven hotel on the Abomination, where Corvus Corax is enjoying a massage while soaking in the hot springs. Another beautiful Aeldari woman is giving her a back massage, and in the middle, a Golden Giant is lying there, listening to Mordred spreading rumors about him.

Dying Memories were attacking him. Mordred was extremely sensitive to money, and he remembered that when he took the Raven King to enjoy himself, he seemed to have indeed ordered three technicians.

Mordred knew exactly how stingy he was. If only two people went over, he would never order a third technician. In other words, Magnus had been there the whole time, but he hadn't noticed him, and neither had anyone else.

No, it's not that I didn't notice him, but rather that I subconsciously ignored his presence.

The next selfie was even more shocking; Magnus was standing right next to him at Corvus Corax's return ceremony.

Ahead of him was the Emperor, launching into his long and tedious speech.

"No, something's nine-tenths off. Even if I didn't notice you, someone else should have. And even if no one else noticed, surely the Yellow Skins could see you, right?"

With your bright red color and large size, anyone who sees you will call you "One-Eyed Sunburned Ogryn." It's hard not to attract attention.

And most importantly, why are you lying in my bed?

Once her thoughts surfaced, they began to run rampant and unrestrained. In a daze, Mordred seemed to hear the sound of a mirror shattering, along with the frantic cry of a bird.

Grabbing Magnus's arm, Mordred breathed a slight sigh of relief after making actual physical contact, then slapped him across the face.

Why did you hit me?

"I was just checking if I was dreaming."

"Then why don't you slap yourself?"

"I'm not stupid, wouldn't it hurt to slap myself?"

Magnus suddenly realized that what he said made perfect sense, and he couldn't refute it. But then another slap landed on his face.

Seeing Morgan's nonchalant expression, Magnus was truly enraged. "Why did you hit me too?"

"I also want to verify if I'm dreaming."

Looking at Magnus, who was even more red than before, Mordred said:

"Brother, I smell a conspiracy."