Not as Good as Horus

No matter when or where, Roboute Guilliman is always considered a potential candidate, as if he were the second-best martial artist in the world, someone everyone would have something to say about.

If we were to rank the Primarch according to their obsession with the Emperor, Horus would definitely be at the top, Mordred would be last, and Russ would at least be in the top few.

Like the Khan, the Wolf King knew perfectly well that the Empire was a cesspool. Even if he didn't eat shit like Dorn and Magnus, he understood the undercurrents behind the Warp. Speaking of the Wolf King, one can't help but think of another Lion King. One was Clever Head disguised as a barbarian, and the other was a barbarian disguised as a civilized man.

After witnessing the state of the empire, Russ did not wander outside the empire like Chagatai. Instead, he firmly believed in the idea that wherever his father looked, he looked, and no matter what you did, what his father said was right.

The Emperor wanted the Space Wolves to become the military police, so Russ trained the Sixth Legion to be the spearhead of internal operations. He also had a good relationship with Malcador in private, clearly a shrewd man who knew how to play dumb.

Thanks to the husky's destructive nature, Space Wolves has lived a very comfortable life for decades, sending all sorts of junk and scrap to Atlas, which then turns around and exchanges it for military supplies.

With the infrastructure previously built by Atlas gradually coming into play, the Fenrisian have benefited from the update and are now able to ensure basic self-sufficiency.

This is why everyone gets along with Mordred; after all, the Emperor only makes empty promises, while Second Brother is the one who actually gives!

Upon hearing the call, Russ came over without saying a word, without even taking off his armor, and then saw Magnus strapped to the Operating Table, his body covered in a dense network of tubes.

"So, the current situation is that this red- Ogryn is sick, and I need to go inside his head with you, Second Brother, to find out the cause, right?"

"That's right! That's exactly what I mean." Mordred explained, "For reasons that can't be stated openly, I suspect that Little Pony has been set up, and not in the present, but in the future or the past."

It sounds like a tongue twister, but Russ clearly understood it. After all, Wolf King wasn't an old fogey like Zhuang Sen. He also liked to watch TV series and anime in his spare time, and his favorite was <Cardcaptor Sakura>.

A heart of a tiger, yet a gentle touch like a rose; even Primarch human, so having a few hobbies is perfectly reasonable. The Great Angel even enjoys knitting in his spare time.

But understanding doesn't mean comprehending. Looking at the extremely haphazard and bizarre device before him—which, though called a medical facility, resembled more of a strange creation of Orks beings— Russ still asked one more question:

"Are you sure this is reliable? And I understand the logic, but why is this yellow-skinned mouse so big?"

Hearing the big guy in front of him call him a yellow-skinned rat, Zofi pouted. Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain. I'm so sorry I didn't satisfy the Wolf King!

"Don't worry! Don't let my creation fool you, it's very reliable. This is the Second Generation Dream Walker, and its inspiration comes from the Golden Throne."

Don't be fooled by its pitifully low power; it's a kind of transformative energy. With the deep resonance between Zofi and the Yellow Skins, it can allow our consciousness to step into the dream dimension.

"Then we'll make a second jump from the dream dimension, and then use the instability of Warp to perform hyperspace displacement. As long as the sacrifice goes smoothly, we can successfully reach the exact coordinates. Do you understand?"

Seeing the two staring at her blankly, Mordred couldn't help but sigh, indicating that they wouldn't understand even if she said more. Russ, aren't you scared? I feel like you're not as good as Horus!

"I'm inferior to him? Are you kidding me? Today I'll see what's going on."

Russ believed himself to be incredibly strong, capable of easily defeating at least 80% of the Primarchs. Coincidentally, almost every Primarch thought so, and he disliked being told he was incapable.

But Magnus objected again, "What do you mean by 'sacrifice'? You didn't say that before."

In response, Mordred said, "Shut up already, behave yourself, find a comfortable position to lie down, otherwise you won't be sucking on a pacifier anymore, and you don't want your Magnus Eye to get critically hit, do you?"

"Um, I was just kidding. You guys continue, don't mind me."

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. As a scientific researcher, Mordred is meticulous. She first made Russ bathe, change clothes, and remove his armor, and then took out the Emperor figurine to burn incense and make offerings.

Even Magnus was heavily edited 13 times; it's only because his skin was red that he was covered in such a Macho Man Pink.

However, before leaving, Mordred still gave him some instructions:

"Russ, you might experience a small change later, but don't worry, it's all normal."

You mean to say...?

"Don't ask anymore, you'll find out when the time comes. Speaking of which, I'm quite curious about what you'll become."

As for the rest, you guys first let your own legions know you're safe, and send someone over to keep an eye on Ren. Remember to pick a reliable person; I have enough people on my side who aren't reliable."

Second Brother was indeed the most thoughtful. After communicating with the legion, three figures arrived before everyone shortly afterward.

The tallest one is Tom, who grinned foolishly when he saw Mordred and proudly showed off his collection to his friends.

Next up was Ahriman, who looked proud upon seeing the three Primarchs, but his eyes kept darting around the laboratory.

The last Space Wolves was quite young, but the insignia on his body indicated that he should be a Wolf Guard, carrying two large cases of beer, and his Bjorn.

After confirming that these were indeed the two's most reliable offspring, Mordred had nothing to say, secretly lamenting that the empire was doomed sooner or later, but ultimately accepted the fact and beckoned the Trio over.

Without any hesitation, among the three cups—small, medium, and large —Mordred directly pressed down the youngest, Bjorn, and began explaining the precautions.

As for the remaining two, they weren't spared either. Poor kids, not very bright, but they're strong enough to be security guards.

Everything was ready except for the final push. At 13:13 in the afternoon, Mordred and Roboute Guilliman, who were already prepared, gave Magnus an OK sign, and then Bjorn pulled the Red Lever.

In an instant, fine, dazzling golden lightning flashed in the laboratory, carrying the two people's consciousness projections and transforming them into Golden Drill, which struck Magnus's waist.

Unaware that Magnus, dazed from drinking the Nuceria flaxseed, was watching Mordred's red scarf shimmering in the dream world as the two walked together.

Seeing that their father didn't move at all, the Trio exchanged glances, one took out a beer, one took out snacks, and the other took out fruit.

How about a Gwent?

"Good! That's exactly what I was thinking."

"Absolutely! Absolutely!"

Meanwhile, the god on the Brass Throne rose to his feet amidst the cheers of 88,888 Bloodthirsty Demon. Endless Crimson Fury erupted from the demon realm, completely silencing the echoes of the Serene World in the Sea of Souls.

The Four Gods are definitely not a monolithic entity. As eras change and cycles repeat, whenever one Chaos God gains power, the others will frantically try to trip him up.

But in this era of constant warfare, Khorne's power is undoubtedly the strongest among the Four Gods, and the Khorne's movements instantly attracted the attention of the other big shots.

The delicious emotions brought by Atlas have become a hot commodity in the hands of the Four Gods, and they will absolutely not allow the Khorne to monopolize it. This is no ordinary act of protecting food, and they must Strike Hard.

But this time was different. When the three demon armies in the Eternal Holy War turned their guns around, the Khorne demon army did not flinch at all. Instead, they launched a full-scale attack on the main bases of the three demon realms.

The Crystal Maze, Nurgle's Garden, and the Six Rings Silver Palace —everywhere you look, you can see frantically attacking red-skinned Big Lizard. Even Khorne himself has left the Demon Realm and is blocking the entrance to the Crystal Maze.

If you're wondering why the Khorne chose to block Tzeentch instead of going anywhere else, the only explanation is that the Blue Slime has a terrible reputation; the only one above it the Deceiver.

Looking at the chessboard, which was now in complete chaos, the Emperor, holding the black pieces, remained unmoved, prompting Malcador in approval.

As expected of the His Majesty I swore allegiance to, he indeed collapsed in the Himalayas without changing his expression. Only a king like this is worthy of my loyalty!

However, before Malcador could feel good for long, the Emperor suddenly had a seizure, rolling his eyes and shouting "YES," while his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, as if he were seriously ill.

Left with no other choice, Malcador could only helplessly pull out his scepter and smash it down on the Emperor's head, cursing as he did so:

"Your His Majesty, wake up! Swallow your saliva back!"