Frozen Throne

Inside the Abomination, Mordred's experiments finally yielded results.

Staring at the rapidly scrolling data on the screen, Magnus put down the vanilla ice cream he had finished eating. After confirming that he couldn't understand it at all, he turned to look at Mordred beside him.

"Sigh~"

"Hey! Second Brother, say something! What are you sighing about? You're making me really anxious."

Mordred he was. Through comprehensive testing, Mordred discovered that half of Magnus's Psychic Power had evaporated, and his soul essence was also slowly dissipating, like a parasite clinging to Magnus and sucking his nutrients. Although it wasn't fatal, no one knew what the future held.

Mordred could only reassure him, "Little Horse, I know you're anxious, but don't worry, you won't die anytime soon."

First, tell me what unusual sensations you are experiencing.

"Does feeling hungry count as an abnormal sensation? No matter how much I eat, I still feel hungry, and I'm also extremely sleepy. I always feel like there are flies buzzing around my ears."

It seems so, yes, I am Rogal Dorn!

"Hmm? Dorn!"

Mordred was genuinely confused. Why would you think of Dorn when you're hungry? Although he felt like taking a bite out of each of his brothers when he saw them, he decided against it; he was afraid of getting Dorn stuck in his teeth.

Magnus found it strange that, apart from Mordred, he had the best relationship with Perturabo, since one was a scholar and the other a craftsman, and they could chat easily.

As for Dorn, Magnus believed that even Perturabo, who was at odds with Dorn, would be convinced that Dorn was an extremely reliable person, but as for how good their relationship was, well, let's not get carried away!

After all Dorn was notoriously disliked by everyone. It wasn't that he was a bad person, but Dorn was a very peculiar individual. As long as he didn't open his mouth, everything was fine, but once he did, anyone could be tortured half to death.

Moreover, this guy has a high opinion of himself and always likes to tell nonsensical, lame jokes. Even if no one pays attention to him, he'll still suddenly burst into laughter, which is creepy to think about.

Since things had come to this, Mordred had no choice but to take Magnus to the canteen. "You said you were hungry? Well, we at Atlas may not have much else, but we have plenty of food."

As the saying goes, if you don't say it, it's zero calories. The shrunken and faded Magnus went crazy showing off his food, opening his mouth wide and burying his head in eating. What he ate were all high-sugar, high-salt, and high-fat calorie bombs, and he devoured three fried chickens.

After all, no matter what, Space Marine are carbon-based life forms, and no matter how much energy is generated in Warp Gene-Seed, the law of conservation of energy still applies.

To provide for the daily needs of these super soldiers, most of the legion's diet consists of high-calorie foods, and they also regularly consume nutritious porridge mixed with active Adamantium powder.

That's why Serenity's Crispy Fried Chicken is so popular in the Legion and even half the Empire. After all, the craving for high-calorie fried foods is a fundamental logic etched into human genes.

The Salamanders Legion is the most satisfied among them, consistently being the largest customer of the Serenity Chickens. The second largest customer is White Scars, Chagoris are particularly suitable for raising chickens, and who have even developed a special unit called Chicken Knight.

Perhaps it was truly due to hunger that Magnus stopped eating after consuming a full eight tons of food, and his muscles ceased to atrophy.

Recalling the strange occurrence of Magnus being forgotten by everyone, Mordred, who was quite sensitive to numbers, had a bold idea.

The verification method was also very simple; Mordred directly used the most basic method—making phone calls one by one!

Yes, you heard right. Due to the proliferation of various illegal broadcasts, there are Divine Seal Spire within the Four Gods' territories. As a result, the Divine Seal Network now contains not only humans, but also Daemon, Chaos God, Xenos, and all sorts of ghostly creatures.

This even led to the creation of many bizarre Warp Entity, and most of these newborn Daemon, drawn together by their connection to Fel Energy, joined the Burning Legion.

It sounds abstract, but it's true. In this cesspool of a world, even if you're just hurling insults at each other online, the echoes of its Myriad Spirits' Tide of Thought will give rise to Warp Entity.

Mordred opened BB device, clicked on that incredibly valuable group that Vashtorr dreamed of joining, and immediately dialed the Khorne's hotline.

As expected, the call was answered instantly.

"Godfather, I have a question for you. Did you secretly do something to Magnus?"

Upon hearing this, Magnus was shocked, thinking to himself that his Second Brother was indeed resourceful and unconventional. If their father found out, he would be beaten to death.

Some Khorne were enjoying themselves didn't care about that and immediately replied:

"No, my favorite will always be you and the Sanguinius, Magnus. That one-eyed Sunburned Ogryn? It smells like bird feathers. I'd rather have Dorn this Ogryn, that worthless thing."

"That wretched the Cursed! How dare he lie to me! I did the most work, and we agreed the Sanguinius would belong to me, but now he's going back on his word!"

Through the dimensional barrier, the god, slumped on the Brass Throne, saw Mordred looking up at the sky, and also saw the red scarf that Mordred always wore around her neck.

But in the end, he didn't say much, only continuing to rant about how the Emperor was a despicable villain and that he should hurry up and join him instead, as following the Cursed would only lead to a bad end.

He can fool us, and he can fool you. He's a complete liar. If you follow him, you'll be betrayed one day.

After giving a few perfunctory words, Mordred hung up the phone, grabbed Magnus, and returned to the Hive Laboratory. Without another word, he immediately started the Spirit Exorcism Dead Zone at maximum power.

Watching Mordred bustling around, opening bucket after bucket of Peanut Butter, Magnus, who had nothing else to do, joined in and helped his good friend unseal the Peanut Butter.

Out of caution, Mordred also asked, "Little Pony, are you allergic to peanuts?"

Magnus didn't reply, but instead proved it by scooping up a large spoonful of Peanut Butter, stuffing it into his mouth, and then offering his assessment:

"It tastes good, but it's a bit bland. If it were me, I might add two more spoonfuls of sugar. Chocolate flavor would also be good, but I prefer vanilla."

Mordred nodded, then immediately took out a jar of vanilla extract and mixed it directly into the Peanut Butter.

If Horus were present, he might have already fled in panic, but Magnus, clearly inexperienced in the harsh realities of life, was still there, offering his opinions and lavishing praise.

Having calculated the exact data from the previous experiment, Mordred did not use the original procedure again. Instead, he gestured for Magnus to come over, saying he had something good for him to experience.

Soon, Mordred brought out the Primarch Dreadnought that had been shown to Corvus Corax earlier. However, compared to the original, this Dreadnought was much larger and had a very cool Steel Throne installed.

However, in Magnus's opinion, the so-called throne looked more like a converted refrigerator; he could even see unwashed vegetable leaves inside.

On that so-called throne sat a giant yellow rat that resembled Emperor; it was Zofi, who had grown to over 1 meter tall.

Peanut Butter, Emperor Spirit, Magnus already guessed what was going to happen, but still held onto a sliver of hope:

"Second Brother, I think I'm fine now. Maybe we should just call it a day. Besides, I've secretly read your lab logs; you can't do it alone."

"Shut up! This is Second Generation Dream Walker. What do you take me for? I don't need to enter your Magnus Eye at all. You're obviously an incompetent fool."

It's important to understand that the human body is quite amazing. If you break it down, you can think of it as a tube. In other words, the process of food going into your mouth is the same as going into your lower body.

See that giant pacifier? In a little while, you'll be sitting on the Frozen Throne that I personally crafted, sucking on this. As for what you said about needing someone, that is indeed a problem.

But don't worry, Second Brother's plans are flawless. Just now, one of our brothers arrived at Serenity to rest and reorganize the troops. You're in luck!

Magnus wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. God bless him. Which bastard had to come at this time of year?

Who is it?

"It's me!"

With a loud bang, the laboratory door was flung open from the outside, and an arrogant figure strode in.

His slightly stubble, wild blond hair, and the knight's greatsword at his waist all exuded heroic qualities, and that touch of dark green alone was enough to calm Magnus down.

"Zhuang Sen, is that you?"

"Haha, of course not!"

He ripped off his cloak, instantly shattering the Lord of Knights. The same blond hair, the same stubble, but the sight sent a chill down Magnus's spine:

Russ, you bastard, when did you get here?