I Have an Idea

Inside the Abomination, two burly men slumped on the sofa.

The younger sister, who was not young, listened with a unique light as her unreliable older brother recounted his little secret that had never been known to outsiders.

But as the conversation went on, the topic gradually veered off course.

"Second Brother, is that woman Eldar really our mother? And our father has been her concubine all this time?"

"Yes, and it wasn't just as a concubine; they were practically used as medicine residue. It was for this reason that the Yellow Skins, whom we had developed feelings for, was let go of the old woman even when Eldar went mad and abandoned us brothers and sisters."

If you don't believe me, I have a precious video recording of the match here for you to enjoy.

"Isn't this inappropriate? After all, she's our mother."

Are you going to watch it or not?

Please let me have a look.

Mordred felt that Luojia not only had severe mysophobia, but was also a rather gossipy bystander. But as the saying goes, you have to love what you do, and over the years, Old Man Huang had developed a fondness for it, so he had to grant this small request.

Mordred tapped his head, and his right eye flashed with an eerie Faint Light, playing back the precious image he and Horus had once seen, like a slideshow.

Honestly, none of the Primarch were ugly, and Eldar, as the genetic mother of the Primarch, was absolutely stunning.

Although their current behavior is somewhat abstract, resembling something akin to peeping through a keyhole at one's mother, it's not Mordred's doing; he's also a victim!

After reading it, Luojia was deeply shocked and immediately asked a very pointed question, "Where is our father?"

"That one with the black hair is it."

"Oh, so my father was quite adept at this Old Terra Era?"

Luojia was clearly unsophisticated. He was quite adept at playing the Yellow Skins game, and Mordred knew he had once visited Commorragh. But in Luojia's eyes, the contrast between the Emperor in the picture and the expressionless Golden Giant was too great.

As a precious video clip played, Luojia's idealized image of the Emperor shattered completely. Taking this opportunity, Mordred asked a question he had long wanted to know but had never dared to:

"Hey sis, what kind of person is Old Man Huang in your eyes?"

"What should he look like? Shouldn't he be a radiant, handsome man with a figure like the statue of Olympia? And very tall, at least 5 meters."

As we all know, the image of Emperor can vary greatly in the eyes of different people, and will automatically become the one they most admire.

The Emperor in Luojia's eyes was radiant and godlike, but in Mortarion's eyes he might just be a kind old farmer.

Just as there are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people's eyes, the Emperor was such a remarkable man, and his interpretations varied from person to person. However, there was one person Mordred certainly knew: Horus.

"No wonder Horus turned out this twisted way. Being raised for 30 years by a gentle, kind, Golden Shining, dark-skinned hottie—who the hell could resist that?!"

"What about you, Second Brother?"

"Then you've come to the right person. My eyesight is honed through countless trials; calling them 'eagle eyes' wouldn't be an exaggeration. Psychic Power illusions are nothing but fabrications in my eyes, utterly worthless."

Mordred patted his head again. There was no Golden Shining, Golden Giant in the picture, only a thin, middle-aged man with long, straight black hair and a punk-like appearance.

But Luojia's gaze wasn't on the Emperor; instead, it was on the silver-haired little girl beside him—no, the silver-haired little boy.

Combined with that hemp robe and that eternally burning scepter, the identity of this pure red-toothed, silver-haired little boy is obvious.

The thought of the Emperor and Malcador inseparable inevitably brought up some random thoughts for Luojia.

"No, I disagree!"

Seeing that Luojia was about to have another outburst, Mordred quickly changed the video. This time, it was none other than the 88 years that he and Russ ruled the Wolfkin Empire.

This 88-year tenure provided Mordred with a perfect opportunity for experimentation.

Mordred hoped that Luojia could become a true builder like Guilliman. Playing with religion was too outdated. With Word Bearers Zhe was a master at farming and management.

We need to quickly reset our skill points and start over. Our own Second Company is almost at its limit. It's a good opportunity to find a way to transfer Word Bearers over to serve as a government Servitor later.

The Empire has no shortage of capable generals, but it lacks political talent who can coordinate affairs from top to bottom. It's the Emperor's business if he doesn't want Space Marine involved in politics; every Legion does it in private.

Otherwise, with less than 130 years to sacrifice the entire brains of the Council of Terra, the Great Crusade wouldn't have been able to proceed so quickly.

Where there's a policy, there's a countermeasure. Mordred didn't want the empire to be destroyed by a bunch of mediocre people at this dawn.

Given the prevailing trend, Mordred was not fighting alone. The Space Marine had been fighting and dying on the front lines; it was time for them to enjoy the fruits of victory.

This is not God-Human dictatorship, but Mordred's best solution after careful research. The Gene-Seed alone can ensure that the Space Marine will not be tempted by external things.

This is one of the reasons why Mordred and the Yellow Skins went down the wrong path.

He was confident that in just 500 years, he could resolve the empire's internal problems and build a true empire on which the sun never sets.

At that point, Mordred could implement the second phase of her plan, reforming the 19 Space Marine Legion by splitting them up while retaining half of their original structure.

Although Guilliman's Astartes Codex is often called a piece of toilet paper, that's a complete overgeneralization and a result of later generations' misuse of the text.

After conquering territory, the most important thing is to maintain stability. According to Mordred's calculations, by the time 500 years have passed, all the legions will become bloated and unwieldy.

With a single Benevolence Decree, he ensured that even half the original strength of the legion would be stronger than it is now, while the detached Chapter would become seeds, stationed throughout the empire as a different kind of armed police.

As exchanges between people became more frequent, Space Marine were no longer the legendary Death Angel, but tangible defenders of the Empire.

We must take from the people and use it for the people; we must never allow the Space Marine to become an isolated small group.

At that time, the imposed filters on the Space Marine will gradually melt away, resolving the most fundamental question: Are the Space Marine truly human?

This move would not only provide the Space Marine with a perfect home, but also stop them from having any unrealistic thoughts, and allow the two to become one.

With the addition of Atlas's Divine Seal Spire, and the smooth flow of information, the empire, like a powder keg, can gradually cool down and be revitalized.

Before Guilliman's swelling subsided, Mordred grabbed him and began explaining his grand plan to the two farming prodigies he had chosen.

Although he was constantly ridiculed for his Ambition, always suffered setbacks in battle, and was repeatedly humiliated by his brothers in one-on-one duels, there was one thing that all Primarchs admired: Guilliman's political acumen.

Whenever the three of them get together, a brilliant idea is bound to emerge. Mordred is that brilliant idea, and Guilliman and Luojia are the builders who perfect that idea.

Given Mordred's previous experience in building the Wolfkin Empire with Russ, we can proceed cautiously, confirming the general direction and then simply adapting and incorporating local elements.

But just as the three were working on their grand plan, a transfer order suddenly arrived in the hands of the three Primarchs.

"Second Brother, has Father had another episode? He's sending all of us to a meeting in Nikaea, and he won't let us bring our legions, only the Primarch Guard."

"Yes, I think I saw it in some ancient Terra book, something like Sibi Sibi, it's about a group of people fighting for the Plasma Spark Tower at Xuanwu Gate."

Mordred was starting to regret it. He should have known better than to send Joseph to spread rumors in Holy Terra; he figured Joseph had probably made them up himself.

Hearing it now evokes a sense of absurdity, like graduating from university and seeing your old QQ posts from middle school – a whole lot of Dark History.

"Don't overthink it. It's probably just some regulations from the Yellow Skins restricting Psychic Power and religion. It's just a formality, a minor issue. They'll just make a statement later."

"Blame it on Luojia for your lax quality control. You created a huge mess out of nothing. The rest of us will probably be fine, but you're going to get a severe scolding."

Luojia didn't say much, after all, she had indeed done something stupid.

However, just as Luojia had mentally prepared himself to hitch a ride on Atlas's Webway with Guilliman to Nikaea and get scolded...

The mastermind behind the scenes has finally revealed his true colors.

There was no witchcraft or trickery, no Chaos corruption, just an ordinary list.

A list that covers all of Atlas's little secrets.