Xinghai Wushen, When Did You Arrive?
As the saying goes, aspiration is the furthest distance.
In Luojia's eyes, everything she did was to contribute to the empire, to support her great father, and she even made the Emperor the god.
In Colchis, this would be the greatest Fealty, but now the gods have abandoned them, even though Luojia has already seen the allure of the Perfect City.
The Emperor's plan was clearly successful; he had indeed made Mordred a part of the Empire, firmly binding her to the group known as humanity.
On the other hand, he was also deeply corrupted by Mordred, evolving from a once-shining scum among Stellaris to a scum-human.
At least now I know that mouth isn't just for eating, it can also be used to breathe, and I know how to explain why I burned down the Perfect City.
When Mordred arrived in Khur, this was the scene before him: countless Word Bearers knelt on the ground, the Perfect City Burning Fiercely nearby, and ashes obscuring the sky, extinguishing the Word Bearers' faith.
The only thing that puzzled Mordred was the Ultramarines standing around the Word Bearers with guns—why were these Smurfs here?
"Luojia, are you alright?"
Looking at her older brother who knelt down to stroke her hair, the pent-up grievances, resentment, and regret of many days finally erupted:
"No, I'm not alright, Second Brother. That's Guilliman. Father has put a curse on him, and he won't be able to speak for a month. I'm right here!"
"Oh my god!"
Slightly embarrassed, Mordred changed direction. It wasn't that he mistook someone for someone else; his 88 years as a dog had made him used to finding people by scent.
After all, he was just a short dog, only reaching his calves among werewolves who were over two meters tall on average. It was really tiring for him to keep craning his neck to look up.
Seeing a huge lump of ashes covered in ash, and still kneeling there staring at it, of course one would assume it's Luojia!
As for Guilliman, why are you kneeling here, you bastard? And looking at me with teary eyes, as if I'm dead.
After wiping the dust off Luojia's face to make sure he hadn't mistaken her for someone else, Mordred composed himself and reached out to stroke his little sister's head again.
"Luojia, are you alright?"
"Second Brother, you already asked me once. I'm not good enough. I feel like a useless piece of trash, making a complete mess of things. Was I really wrong?"
Seeing Luojia's pitiful puppy-like eyes, most people would have comforted him, but unfortunately Mordred was no ordinary person; he was from the Second Legion.
"Isn't that obvious? I was only gone for a short while, and you've already made such a big fuss. Anyway, I'm not the one kneeling, so guess who's in the wrong?"
If you had just been honest and upright, you wouldn't have ended up in this mess.
"But I clearly imitated Atlas. Everyone knows that you, Second Brother, kept Xenos, Blasphemous Experiment, and treated the Imperial Truth like toilet paper. I just wanted to create a golden statue for Father and all my brothers. In comparison, Atlas has many more little secrets."
Even the weapon you gave me before, it has that sound—"Whoosh whoosh."
Before the unfortunate child could speak again, Mordred shoved her mouth shut and solemnly warned her:
"The Second Legion No Secrets. If you keep talking, even your Second Brother can't save you. I'll say it again, it's Machine Spirit, Machine Spirit! Do you hear me?"
With her mouth gagged Luojia couldn't speak, and could only nod frantically, "But..."
"There are no 'buts' anymore. Do you think the Imperial Truth is a lie? Why doesn't the Empire use such useful tools and insist on carrying out the Great Crusade step by step like an idiot?"
Even Old Man Huang is the biggest bug in that Imperial Truth; he's clearly using Psychic Power but pretends not to see it, trying to make everyone ignore it?
Then you think you can rely on artificially controlling faith to create divine weapons belonging to the empire, thereby accelerating the Great Crusade and preventing heavy casualties among the empire's soldiers, right?
"Ah, me?"
In fact, Luojia Jia didn't think that much about it. On one hand, it was to satisfy his own desire for worship, and on the other hand, he believed that the Emperor was a god, and as the son of a god, he had to praise and glorify his father.
But seeing Mordred's repeated glares—"If you don't admit it, you'll be exiled to Catachan immediately" —Titan Legion Luojia, despite his initial delight, ultimately backed down.
"That's right, that's what I think."
"Then you've gone astray. Get up now, and you bunch of silly little Canned One too."
"But Father made us kneel for a whole month."
"As the eldest brother, I'm like a father. Old Man Huang isn't here, Zhuang Sen isn't here either, so I'm your big brother. Don't force me to hit someone when I'm in a good mood."
"Second Brother!"
"Little sister! Get up quickly."
Under Guilliman's envious gaze, Mordred scooped up the unfortunate child and gestured for everyone else to get up quickly.
As for that disgraceful Guilliman, Mordred didn't miss out either, but because the Emperor had placed a curse on him, his entire body was locked up, so he could only randomly select a few lucky Ultramarines to carry him.
Even so, starting from Luojia and going down, the Word Bearers in front of them were all like eggplants that had been beaten, completely losing their previous spirit, and unease and confusion enveloped the entire legion.
But Mordred knew that Old Man Huang had done the right thing this time. If it were him, he would have blown up this corrupted Perfect City. After all, Imperial Cult that combined the shortcomings of everyone was too abstract. As long as he lived, he would never allow such a thing to exist.
As the saying goes, heresy arises from scheming. Space Marine are human too, and at this time, the morale of the Word Bearers is in disarray. If they are left with nothing to do, problems are bound to arise.
Luojia, who was supposed to stabilize morale, was now more confused than anyone else. Mordred had no choice but to temporarily take over the command system of the Word Bearers and send them to search for survivors in the ruins of the Perfect City.
Meanwhile, the Ultramarines were also at a loss watching their father were not idle either; Mordred immediately sent them out to block the news.
In any case, everything in the Perfect City had to come to an end. Mordred's 88-year leadership career had changed her a lot, and there were problems within the wolf pack as well, but Mordred and Russ resolved them one by one.
Since he could make a pack of werewolves sweep away hunger and become himself again, Mordred was also confident that he could restore the Word Bearers to normal, after all, it wasn't the first or second time he had taken care of children.
Fortunately, the Yellow Skins didn't go too far this time and knew to present evidence when punishing those who spoke out. Otherwise, these fanatical believers who had been brainwashed by religion would have hated him to death.
Sure enough, after Mordred and Luo Luojia went to the Emperor's Dream to apologize, the Yellow Skins actually personified itself.
Do you realize your mistake now?
"Yes, Father, even if you can bring the dead back to life, even if you can compress stars into tiny spheres and send them to Sanguinius, even if you can stop the rotation of planets and make everyone kneel down, you are still not a god!"
Upon hearing this, the Emperor felt that Luojia was still incorrigible and was mocking him behind his back, but what could he do?
Are you suggesting we kill Luojia 11 and imprison him in the Imperial Shadow Prison to keep Sisyphus company?
The Emperor loves the Primarch, but the Psychic Power primitive who grew up without parents has no idea how to raise children. The only one who can cooperate with him, Eldar, is also a crazy, love-struck woman, and even that crazy, love-struck woman ran away.
Whenever faced with such trouble, Old Man Huang would turn to his capable wife Malcador, for help. But this time, Malcador was not there. Imperial affairs were almost overwhelming this hardworking old horse, Malcador was so bored that she went out to have fun with her husband, Houmi.
Mordred knew this Yellow Skins was unreliable. Watching the Old Man Huang sinking into the rock again, Mordred felt utterly exhausted. This family was doomed without him.
"Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, Old Man Huang, get the hell out of here. You're just getting in the way. You'd be better off killing a few Xenos."
Without hesitation, Harkon, triggered by the underlying logic, decisively started the process. However, before leaving, she removed Luojia Legion Commander, temporarily appointing Mordred to the Captain.
This order caused Luojia, who had been silently observing, to fix her gaze firmly on Mordred.
Looking back, the missing piece of the puzzle in my memory was slowly pieced together, eventually perfectly matching the figure before me, and then I recalled the little secret that Fulgrim had revealed to me before.
Without any hesitation, Luojia grabbed Mordred, who was pondering what to eat for dinner, and shouted:
"Brother, as you know, I lost my mother when I was young. I thought I had lost her forever, but now I realize that's not the case at all!"
I've noticed that you look just like our mother, brother!
Malcador kept telling me that his mother was dead, but the more I look at it, the more it seems to be true. I understand now; it must be that his mother's soul has transferred into his body.
Hehe, Mordred, no, Mother, I miss you Kiya.
Seeing this, Mordred felt a chill run down her spine. Her composure, cultivated over 88 years, finally crumbled, and she slapped him across the face.
"You bastard, it seems I'll have to really get under control of you."