Council of Nicaea

Even in the 30k era, leather products have always been highly sought after and loved by countless people.

Whether it's a warm, comfortable, and luxurious fur coat, or a holster issued by the Department of the Munitorum to high-ranking officers, they are all synonymous with high value.

Even Space Marine like to carry as much ammunition as possible by attaching a leather weapon belt to their body after their power packs are full of ammunition.

This situation improved after Atlas issued high-capacity armored chest rigs to all Legions, but the restless Space Marine then used the leather to make belts, leather jackets, and a range of other everyday items.

Even on the black market, a handmade leather belt crafted by the Death Angel can fetch an astronomical price, attracting numerous nobles to vie for it.

A belt made by the Primarch itself is even more extraordinary; it can be treasured as a work of art and passed down as a family heirloom.

The belt in Mordred's hand was a gift from Vulkan, made from Salamanders unique to Nightfall Star, capable of lifting an entire Leman Russ Battle Tank.

Such a wonderful item terrified Rambo, who Dog's Leg and begged for mercy.

It's not Mordred's fault for abusing dogs; it's just that Rambo, that bastard, doesn't learn anything good and actually cursed him to sit on Golden Toilet. Is that thing even fit for a human? And Malcador should knock you unconscious with a stick; otherwise, you'd really be beaten to death.

Seeing that his son was still alive, the father drew out Seven Wolves and hung him up to whip him until Rambo dared not do it again. His eyes no longer held any worldly desires, only cowardice!

Although he was furious, Rambo's words, though rough, were not without merit. If Atlas, which had become the lifeblood of the Empire, were to have problems, the consequences would be absolutely catastrophic.

If you were to ask Mordred for her opinion on the Empire, the answer would undoubtedly be one word—rotten.

As the Great Crusade reached its zenith, the Empire's territory expanded, and the administrative system that Malcador had previously been able to support was no longer able to cope. In fact, there were even instances of conscripting members of the Adeptus Custodes Guard.

This was even with the Divine Seal Terminal prioritizing supply to the Sol Sector, but the Space Marine were conquering cities and seizing territory at an alarming rate. So fast that some worlds became part of the Empire without even realizing it, and then had to pay taxes.

Let the people suffer a little longer. Once the Great Crusade ends and the Human Webway Operational, the Empire will have time to set things right and resolve its internal problems.

It's a complete mess, a powder keg ready to explode at any moment, but at least there's still hope.

On the other hand, Chaos is nothing but a pile of shit. Compared to that, even shit-flavored chocolate is still chocolate.

During their previous secret plots with the Emperor, every Primarch could have been spoiled like a puff pastry, but Mordred was the only one who wasn't afraid.

With the sharing of Mind Network and my own high dimensional resistance, I'll just stick my ass out and let you fill me up, since I'm infertile anyway.

After all, latitudinal barriers aren't just for show. What good are your Four Merchants ruling the Warp? They'll be utterly thrashed in the Physical World. How much cream puffs can you stuff in? You might as well just eat them all up anyway.

"Hahaha, you're just scaring yourself. Rambo, get out that bottle of champagne I've been saving! I'm going to test if opening it at halftime works!"

"Master, I drank that bottle of wine you had."

"..."

"Alright, then pour me a glass of orange juice."

Soon, a glass of bubbly orange juice with green pulp was placed in front of Mordred. It was cool and refreshing, a rare treat that reminded him of his good brother Vashtorr, who was still working hard in Mardon.

The Burning Legion has a loyal follower! I must reward my good brother properly when I have the chance, and make sure he dies a gruesome death, reduced to ashes.

However, he still has a use for it now.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. After finishing Luojia psychological counseling, Luo Jia immediately went to Mordred. Seeing this unstable individual who could easily become a vulnerability, Master Mordred decided to broaden her horizons.

The first stop was undoubtedly the Daemon Zone inside the Abomination.

When Luo Jia saw the Daemon who had been tricked by Atlas being sorted out, with the good ones being turned into Daemon weapons and the bad ones being thrown directly into the Chaos Energy Furnace to be burned into Chaos Energy Crystal, Luojia didn't think much of it.

The idea that the weak are inherently destined to be dominated by the strong, and that Mordred is undoubtedly that strong one, is quite reasonable.

But what she couldn't understand was why the Emperor turned a blind eye to her Second Brother's behavior, but was so petty and calculating towards her.

Mordred knew this unfortunate child would think that way, so he led her toward the Daemon magic circle connecting to Mardon, explaining as they walked:

"Sister, you probably think Old Man Huang is being unfair, but have you ever wondered why only we Atlas can do this?"

I admit that Old Man Huang's Imperial Truth are indeed somewhat false, but it is a necessary step if you spread the religion throughout the empire and reveal the demons and monsters hidden in the Warp.

"So, compared to these Daemon I burned as fuel, do you think mortals are the weak or the strong in your eyes?"

Luojia couldn't answer, even though she already knew the answer in her heart, she still stubbornly insisted:

"I believe I can control them. As long as the plan is perfected, the Warp is a vast treasure trove, and I am the master of that power."

Upon hearing this, Mordred was truly confused as to whether Luo Jia was genuinely naive or feigning Luojia. Why did she suddenly seem to have such a pointed head?

"That makes sense, but let me warn you, the last person to say that was Magnus, yes, our big, red brother."

You saw the consequences of his botched attempt; now he's obsessed with protein powder, and his arms are thicker than my waist. You don't want to end up like that, do you?

Even as Primarch, she suffered from appearance anxiety. When she learned that she might end up looking like Magnus, a muscular brute, Luojia felt nauseous and her stomach churned violently after just a moment's thought.

Then she saw Mordred hand her a large, bright red fruit that looked delicious and helped to suppress her nausea!

Without any hesitation, Luojia picked up the fruit and stuffed it into her mouth, while Mordred didn't say much, and then picked up another whole basket of fruit.

"Ah, it tastes so good! Second Brother, what kind of fruit is this? It tastes like meat, and it's a bit sticky and chewy, like a kind of pork skin jelly made in my hometown."

"If you like it, eat more. As the name suggests, this is a magical variety first discovered by Magnus, called the Magnus Fruit."

Eat more, I'm about to reveal the truth to you. You need to be well-fed to have the energy. Since you like it, I'll take you to see where the Magnus Fruit grows."

Luojia thought it made sense; this thing was so red and big, it was a perfect match for Magnus, but she still felt something was off. She couldn't quite describe the taste, but you know what? It was actually kind of addictive.

Isn't that obvious? How could the taste be right? This is the second step of the Titan Training Method: desensitization therapy, which is most suitable for masochistic little devils like Luojia.

Through careful observation, Mordred discovered that Luojia was practically his nemesis. If you beat her up, she would say it felt good; if you scolded her, she would hum softly.

But as the saying goes, no one is perfect. Even Mordred has to admit that while she possesses all the advantages of the Primarch, she also inevitably inherits a few minor flaws.

For example, traits like being suspicious, barbaric, shameless, a perfectionist, conflicted, socially conscious, lazy, greedy, lustful, petty, narrow-minded, obsessive-compulsive, irritable and easily angered...

Luojia also has a flaw that isn't exactly a flaw: she has an extremely severe case of mysophobia. And this Magnus Fruit is the remedy that brings Luojia to her senses.

Luo Jia, still unable to figure out what this Luojia tasted like, followed Mordred step by step toward the magic circle, carrying a basket of fruit and eating as she went, unaware of the torment that awaited her.

As Emerald Lightning flashed, two small figures appeared on the Chaos Star. Mordred was undoubtedly still the orange and white Khorne, the only difference being that the red scarf around her neck was gone.

As for Luojia, he turned into a large weasel with a tuft of white fur on his head.

A certain sun once said that fruit must grow on a tree, and this Magnus Fruit, without a doubt, must also grow on a tree.

As for why he didn't plant this thing on his own boat, Mordred said he'd seen people grow potted plants, but never dung.

Before Luojia could fully experience this novel sensation, an immense and powerful pressure instantly descended, Mordred's good brother, Vashtorr, appeared directly in front of the magic circle.

Faced with this Daemon demigod, Luojia, who was merely a projection, couldn't help but tremble with instinct. Then she saw her second Second Brother suddenly jump onto the terrifying Daemon's shoulder and whisper something to it.

Because of the distance, Luojia couldn't hear what the two were saying, and couldn't even read lips, because Mordred was now a dog.

But she could sense Vashtorr's surprise, and he was looking at her with an incomprehensible gaze.

Are you sure?

"I'm sure! Luojia is my own sister, she loves this kind of thing. You don't believe me? Look at the basket in her hand."

Thor looked closely and, sure enough, saw the two remaining Magnus Fruit that had been eaten, and then the entire Demon City was in a panic.

"As expected, your old human saying is true: one is never too old to learn. I've lived this long, and this is the first time I've ever seen such a novel scene."

Three minutes later, looking at the orchard with fruit hanging from the treetops, Luojia was irresistibly drawn to the bright red fruit and began stuffing it into her mouth as if she were bewitched.

After she had eaten until she was completely round, Mordred held a glass of Chaos Energy Pulp Orange Juice, bubbling with green bubbles, to her lips.

"Drink it, my dear sister. After you drink it, you will understand everything."

For some reason, Luojia replied as if possessed:

"So what is the price?"

"The price is that it helps with bowel movements and digestion."

Mordred wasn't lying. If such a high concentration of Chaos Energy Pulp Orange Juice were administered and reacted with the Magnus Fruit in Luojia's stomach, and she didn't have a bowel movement, then he'd be in serious trouble.

Meanwhile, just as Mordred was persuading Luojia to drink the cup, the Emperor, far away in Holy Terra, suddenly unleashed a burst of extraordinary wisdom:

"Valdor, summon all Primarchs to Nikaea for a council meeting."