Fabricating Friends

Scientific research has found that proper vegetable intake is beneficial to health; even purely carnivorous animals will graze on wild grass.

For example, some short-legged dogs like to pick up some wild grass by the roadside and nibble on it, which is perfectly reasonable.

Among them, the onion is a perfect crop that has evolved over tens of thousands of years and still survives within the empire.

But even the best food can't withstand constant munching. After three whole baskets of onions, the Emperor's face turned purple, yet he still had to cheer. And that bastard Rambo was still adding more.

Everyone saw it, but no one said much. After all, this guy deserved it. But then the Emperor started causing trouble again.

The first to suffer was Luojia. Logically speaking, the destruction of the Perfect City was entirely her own doing. The Word Bearers was also relegated to the sidelines and sent to Atlas to do logistics.

It was only right to be punished for making mistakes. Luojia, who was demoted from Legion Commander to Captain commander, accepted it. After desensitization treatment, he also understood why the Emperor did this.

But the Emperor, for some unknown reason, suddenly stood in front of Luojia in front of all the Primarchs, and started crying and making a scene, which startled her so much that she dropped her fork on the ground.

"Luojia, Father, I was wrong. I know you harbor resentment, but I was forced into this situation. Don't worry, you will always be one of my proudest children..."

"What?"

Without giving anyone a chance to react, the Emperor, having already gained experience from the second playthrough, continued his performance:

"I will immediately order your reinstatement to your original position and continue leading the Word Bearers. The Ghoul Sector is a good place; it's perfect for you to go there and fight on the battlefield."

The Emperor thought he had done a fantastic job. After all, the Legion was naturally eager for honor. The Ghoul Sector was chaotic, and although it was a bit remote, Luojia would definitely be satisfied.

However, as soon as these words were spoken, Luojia's face instantly darkened. She thought to herself, "I finally have a chance to get close to my Second Brother, and you actually want to exile me to the Far East."

You ignored me before and made our entire legion kneel in submission, and now you want to expel us. Are you targeting me?

Just a nanosecond later, Luojia rejected the idea in her mind. With her keen sense of reason, she knew that her unreliable father didn't have the brains for that; he was probably having another episode.

"Father, can you please be normal? Don't force me to yell at you when I'm happiest. If you want to make it up to me, just finish that bowl of onions and go back to where you came from. Stop causing us trouble, okay?"

After what happened before, the Emperor's image in the eyes of the Primarchs was, if not perfect, shattered.

Seeing Luojia looking at him with obvious disdain, and even subconsciously taking a step back, the Emperor thought to himself, "There's no reason for this. My future self said this trick would definitely work."

At this point, the Emperor glanced at Perturabo, who was arguing with Dorn. Even a brief exchange of glances displeased Perturabo.

"What are you looking at? Calling you father is giving you face. You dump all the dirty and hard work on me, fine, but whoever wants to go to that godforsaken place, the Ghoul Sector, can go. I'm not going. Let Dorn go."

As for Dorn, he was much more straightforward: wherever his father looked, he would look; whatever you asked him to do, he would do.

They didn't give the Emperor another chance to act crazy. Before, it didn't seem so bad, but now Mordred finds it increasingly strange. Could he have gone mad from eating onions?

But making a change is better than pretending to be stupid. Mordred has been feeling uneasy lately. Since this Yellow Skins wants to make amends, let's give him a chance.

Soon, after urging the Yellow Skins to finish eating the 300 pounds of onions, the Primarchs, along with their families, arrived at the Elven Inn located by the Serenity seaside.

Although I have no fondness for Xenos, I must say that the Aeldari Empire was indeed quite cunning. Just in terms of massage techniques alone, Mordred, who only learned a trick or two, caused the great Mei Yangyang to stab her own father in the back.

As the most handsome guy in Atlas, the task of receiving guests naturally fell to Tom.

The environment can indeed change a person's mood. Inside the steaming bathhouse, apart from Vulkan and Magnus, the two Primarchs with naturally perfect camouflage, everyone else had turned pink from being submerged in boiling water.

Forgrim and Loka Peturabo were chatting there, Feralus was discussing forging techniques with Vulcan, and Guilliman was still there expounding on his blue dream.

Khan and Corvus Corax huddled together, discussing how to install wings on a motorcycle, and whether there was any scientific basis for the claim of a red triple speed.

Only the Great Angel, as always, was there flaunting fruit platters with Mortarion and Angron.

Seeing this incredibly peaceful scene, the Emperor squeezed between Horus and Mordred, enjoying the back-stepping service from the Eldar technician.

"Horus, Mordred, do you remember when you two turned into dogs and first met Makara?"

"I remember, Father, could you change back?"

Glancing at Horus's malicious gaze, the Emperor truly admitted at that moment that his parenting had somewhat failed. How Could his Sagittarius become like this?

Don't even think about it.

"Then why are you asking this? I felt something was off before. Yellow Skins, are you hiding something from me?"

Seeing that both of them were looking at him, the Emperor sighed. Even as the most powerful man in the entire galaxy, he was quite annoyed after learning that Great Heresy was inevitable.

"You might not believe it, but before I came here, a particularly despicable friend showed up. To be honest, if I hadn't felt sorry for him, I would have made him kneel down and leave."

But you know me, Father. I may not have much else, but I have a kind heart. Even though he spoke rudely, I still managed to win him over with my noble character.

Guess what? I used one trick, and he knelt on the ground, crying and begging, "Good brother, please help me up! I'm kneeling down for you!"

But he told me a story, a tragedy of a father and son killing each other, and after hearing it, I felt as if countless ants were crawling all over my body.

You all know me, Father. I hate riddle-makers the most, but this bastard didn't explain things clearly before taking them away.

Unfortunately, he said I would understand once I came to Serenity, but aside from eating a bellyful of onions, I still don't understand."

Others might not believe this, but Mordred and Horus, who had experienced dream walks, would never make a mistake at this moment.

With his left eye on Mordred and his right eye on Horus, at that moment, the Emperor and his two Warmaster reached a strange tacit understanding.

"Old Man Huang, the friend you're talking about isn't yourself, is it?"

"And Father, I've been wanting to ask you this for a while now, why is your buttocks still bleeding?"

"..."