The Direction of Home

When you're feeling indecisive and your mind is in turmoil, calming down and relaxing might be a better option.

As the mother planet of Atlas, Serenity remained unchanged, but Mordred had forgotten the last time she ran freely in her homeland.

Old Thomas is right. If you're still hesitating, it's because you're unwilling to give up.

Through the tireless efforts of generations, Serenity has become a renowned transportation hub, boasting a massive starport comparable to Holy Terra. However, unlike Terra, which has become a small earthen ball, the planet's surface has retained its pristine natural environment.

This is Mordred's pride, and the pride of all Atlas.

As Mordred strolled through the streets and alleys, her shrunken form did not cause a commotion.

Time left no mark on him, but for ordinary people, more than a century of change is nothing short of earth-shattering.

In Serenity, you can see people from all walks of life, races rarely seen in the Outside World, and even noble Death Angel appear in large numbers.

Inside the beer pub, a short old man standing on a stool was boasting about his construction skills, but he soon attracted the ridicule of two giants.

"Come on, old the Khan, you can fool others if you want, but you think you can fool us? I remember you were the clan Great Chieftain back then, how come you're so pathetic now?"

"Exactly, exactly, it's all because you were asking for trouble, going to a Death World to dig up graves, and then randomly pressing that big red button."

Anyone with a modicum of sense wouldn't randomly press buttons. But you went and wiped out half the expedition, then were expelled from the clan.

Normally, Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors are rivals who often don't get along, but if they hear others bragging, they'll team up at lightning speed.

The Khan, who held a grudge, immediately retorted, "That was just a mistake, but you can't deny the construction skills of the Hearthkyn. We are the greatest engineers in the entire galaxy."

These words instantly filled the beer hall with a cheerful atmosphere.

As everyone knows, due to his height, the short-statured old man usually only sits at a table with the Ratling Skaven. The houses they build are like dog kennels, or sometimes even worse. Dog-men can't even get in; they have to crawl in.

Faced with the ridicule of the crowd, the Khan had no choice but to take out the Book of Grudges and write frantically, when he saw the evil tomato peeking at him from the side.

What are you doing?

"Nothing much, I just think your little gadget is pretty fun. How about we buy some of our legion's specialty, the Nine Bird Potion? It can make you as tall as me."

"Really?"

Faced with the Khan's longing and yearning gaze, the muscular sage of the Thousand Sons Legion nodded:

"Of course you don't trust anyone else, but you certainly trust my My Father, Magnus. Have you forgotten how we fought together against the Orks?"

I, Kayan, am a man of integrity and my potions are of the highest quality. For just 5 gold dogs, I can give you a course of Nine Birds Injection.

Clearly, the Khan was tempted, but before he could make the deal, the tavern door was kicked open from the outside, and several Dog-men dressed in Riot Squad uniforms rushed in, accompanied by an unusually burly, short- Space Squats.

"It was him who sold fake medicine, you despicable bastard! Because of you, all my carefully groomed beard has fallen out, and now my head is all pointy! You owe me money!"

In an instant, the tavern became incredibly noisy, with Thousand Sons frantically fleeing, Skaven taking advantage of the chaos, Aeldari navigators enjoying the spectacle, Space Wolves drinking heavily, and even a Psychic Power stealing Ogryn.

Wait a minute, something incredible seems to have slipped in. Ogryn can actually use Psychic Power? That's simply unbelievable.

But that's the Serenity; you can see all sorts of strange and interesting sights here.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Mordred skipped out on his bill and left the tavern, wandering aimlessly around the Hive City.

Due to abundant rainfall, sunny days are rare. Even on weekdays, many pedestrians bring their families to sunbathe, or simply lie down and sleep, enjoying this rare and beautiful weather.

A relaxed atmosphere has permeated every corner of the Serenity place, completely unlike the bitter and resentful atmosphere of other worlds.

The aimless wandering continued. After spending two copper dogs to board the orbital airship, Mordred leaned against the window, looking down at the dense, Twisted Jungle below, with the students chattering away in his ears.

"Leon, did you steal my candy again?"

"It wasn't me, Ada, you know I'm not interested in candy," the blond boy with parted hair retorted, quickly starting to playfully fight with his friends.

The children were brimming with enthusiasm and energy, and a Spartan Warriors, who had been put to trial as part of Mordred's plan, was brought in to act as their guide.

"Good day, Your Highness!"

Looking at the tall warrior before him, with her beautiful red hair, left eye on guard, right eye on watch, and wearing Thunder God Type IV Power Armor, Mordred recognized her name after a brief search:

"Jill, I didn't realize you'd grown up so much. I remember the last time I saw you, you were just a stubborn little kid. Do you want some candy?"

A Big White Dog Milk Candy was handed out, and Jill seemed to have found the candy thief.

"Your Highness, I am already 103 years old. Logically, Spartan of my rank shouldn't be breathing on you, but perhaps you should refrain from stealing children's snacks. Mind your image."

"We couldn't control it, I thought nobody wanted it."

He eventually accepted the candy, and taking this opportunity, Mordred and Jill chatted for a long time. He did most of the talking, asking Jill how she was doing.

"Of course it's great! The legion's benefits are excellent; I have so much allowance I don't know what to do with it. Although being Spartan Warriors comes with many challenges, I love this kind of life."

"To be honest, I've also found a boyfriend I can entrust my life to. He's a very good person. Although he's in the Thousand Sons Legion, he's different from the others. He's not only very stable, but also very career-minded. His name is Kayan."

"Oh! You mean Kayan has a younger sister?"

Jill nodded vigorously, saying that as expected of His Highness, he hadn't believed it before, but it turned out that Atlas's spies were indeed spread throughout every legion.

Mordred remained silent, echoing his silly daughter's words while ordering the Riot Squad to use a powerful memory restoration spell on the fake drug dealer. His reason was simple: he didn't like the kid.

The short trip ended quickly, Jill, as the tour guide, led the group of bear kids, who sounded like they could easily cause a vehicle to explode, into the car and headed to the ranch for their practical experience.

Mordred, meanwhile, took a large bag of snacks that had somehow appeared in her hand and sat down in a secluded spot.

On the boundless green grassland, flocks of Super Ground Chicken forage for food. They have long since been replaced by newer breeds. Dog-men herders, riding cool motorcycles and holding Bolter, are on guard against four-winged dragons that may fall from the sky to steal their chickens.

The sun had set, and wisps of smoke rose from the distance, carrying the aroma of food that wafted towards Mordred, gently caressing his patched yet still warm and comfortable red scarf.

The illusory figure reappeared, saying nothing more than a question:

Have you found your way home, my child?

"I've found it, this is my home."

But now you're all alone.

Looking at the BB device of unread messages in his hand, Mordred's arrogant smile, reminiscent of someone running wild across the grasslands, reappeared on his lips.

"No, I'm not alone."