Everything is Going According to Plan

"Second Brother, was this also part of your plan?"

Seeing Luojia and Angron completely bewildered by the disappearance of the Astronomican, Mordred showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, she reached out and embraced them both, replying with a smug look:

"That's right, it's all part of my plan!"

"You didn't believe me when I told you before, but now you see? This is the first step of the big plan— the Dead Hand Plan."

This so-called "Dead Hand Plan" is to first throw the entire empire into chaos, so that if the mountain doesn't come to us, we'll go to the mountain.

Mordred patted the two on the shoulder and whispered mysteriously:

"Now that the signal has been sent, it means that Old Man Huang has made his choice and successfully transformed into the Ultimate Emperor Weapon."

In any case, we have completed the most difficult step and secured the most important safety net.

As for the rest, no matter how you look at it, the battle force is 80 million to 1 million, plus your two legions, the advantage is on my side!

Luojia, although I've been trying to correct your values, the Yellow Skins has indeed reached the half-step god realm, and you've managed to pull through.

"Forget it then. So-called religion is just a self-deceiving idea. Gods have long been killed by human reason. The thought that the god I devoutly believe in is a wretched thing like my father always makes me feel uncomfortable."

Luojia's reply pleased Mordred greatly, and he was increasingly delighted with it. However, Angron raised a question:

"Second Brother, since your plan is so flawless, where is our enemy?"

Good question!

Mordred gestured for the two to sit down, then pulled out Galactic Map and began pointing at it.

"Do you see? Serenity is located in the center of the Empire, at a major transportation hub, and has been continuously built up by Atlas for nearly 200 years."

In this galactic transportation network that spans the entire empire, Serenity is the most important core node. As long as the situation is clear, we can go there immediately to set things right.

Conversely, anyone who wants to conquer Terra must get through our Impregnable Defense Line.

As for the so-called enemies you speak of, Luojia, you might be one, Angron, you might be one too, but the problem is, neither of you are currently one."

"So, Second Brother, you're the traitor?"

Before Angron could finish speaking, he was slapped to the ground, and then Mordred cursed:

"Bullshit, is your brain full of shit? This proves my hypothesis is correct. With me watching over you two, there shouldn't be any problems. This also means that Dorn and Pepe won't have any problems either, oh, and Magnus too."

Our most important task now is to remain still and wait for someone to act as the bait, and that person is Horus.

And most importantly, Angron, don't you know that I, Mordred, am the most Fealty in the entire Empire? You can keep this to yourself; why say it aloud?

Rubbing his already chapped nose, Angron dared not speak out, afraid of being beaten for saying the wrong thing again. He could only say that his Second Brother was right.

"But judging by the time, it should be about time. I need to help Horus, otherwise, with his weak constitution, I'm really afraid he won't be able to handle it!"

The two were baffled by this strange talk, but Mordred had his reasons. The spire of the Hive City where the three of them were located began to slowly open, revealing a Black King wrapped in countless layers of cables.

If we broaden our perspective, the two Primarchs would surely discover that, in the Serenity North and South Poles, there also stands a tall, spiraling spire.

"What's this?"

"Black Glaze, but I prefer to call it the Frozen Throne."

Without much explanation, after receiving confirmation within the Mind Network, Mordred simply plopped down on the so-called Frozen Throne.

As one of the prototypes of the Golden Throne, Black Glaze also possesses immense power, but Mordred doesn't want to become a god. He only needs a key that can shatter the world, and Mordred's not even willing to expend the energy required; he just wants to get it for free.

Amidst the bewildered expressions of the two Primarchs, Rambo led several Space Marine to the Frozen Throne, forming groups of four and standing at the four corners of the throne.

Located in the northwest, Rambo pulled out a tray. Thanks to his height advantage, the two Primarchs could see that there were eight rats on the tray.

After exchanging glances with his boss, Rambo drew his tactical knife and slit the throats of the eight rats, soaking the entire tray in blood.

Then he took out a bag of dog food that looked very expensive, sprinkled it on the dead rat, and wrote a crooked eight on the side of the tray with chalk.

After Rambo finished doing all this, he handed the chalk to Akurduna, the Eldest Son of the Phoenix, who was located in the southwest. However, Khur did not take a tray, but a soup pot instead.

Under Mordred's approving gaze, the sword master, who could rival Sigismund for the title of the greatest swordsman below the Primarch, had an abstract expression, seemingly making some enormous psychological decision.

But upon seeing the Black Sword Mordred casually handed him, his expression shifted from hesitation to determination, and he began to start a fire and cook.

Luojia could vouch for herself with her own eyes; all she saw were common ingredients, and even the seasonings were just seven simple kinds.

But when the Son of the Emperor put these ingredients into the pot and simply stir-fried them, a plume of green, poisonous smoke suddenly appeared.

He dipped his finger in the thick soup and put it in his mouth. Even Mordred couldn't help but give him a thumbs up. But Khur, who was praised by the Primarch, was even more melancholy. He picked up a piece of chalk and drew a seven in front of the soup pot.

The chalk circulated once again, this time ending up in the hands of Kialan, Eldar Girl and one of the four Atlas Four Heavenly Kings.

Unlike the others, Kialan, located in the southeast corner, was very excited because she knew she was courting death, but the extreme pleasure that came with it made her face flush with excitement.

The item she took was also quite unusual. Accompanied by some indescribable sound, an indescribable substance covered in viscous fluid was placed on the tray, with the number six written on it.

Angron and Luojia exchanged bewildered glances, any words seeming utterly inadequate at this moment. They could discern what kind of bizarre ritual was taking place, but the offerings were far too abstract to grasp.

Dead rats, a pot of stinky soup, a [illegible]... something just doesn't seem right. Shouldn't it be normal to kill thousands or tens of thousands of people?

They still lack experience. The so-called ceremony is just a gimmick. It's like chatting; if the other person is willing, you can send a smiley face at 2 a. m. and they can write an 800-word essay.

Seeing that it was finally his turn, the Khan, the Black Knights leader and Atlas's first Black Glove, who firmly believed that Atlas No Secrets, took the chalk.

Compared to the others, what the Khan was holding was much more normal—a book. But as soon as the book appeared, a sudden blue light enveloped the chalk and wrote a nine in the northeast corner.

There's a sense of eagerness in it.

Such a strange phenomenon prompted Luojia to recite the title of the book: <108 moves that even Ogryn could count to 100>.

Heartless slaughter where blood and courage coexist, rotting depravity where life and death stagnate, an insatiable Ecstatic Perception, Hellstorm where hope and change are intertwined.

The ceremony was complete, the offerings were in place, Mordred, seated on the Frozen Throne, grew increasingly arrogant, Roared to the heavens:

"Now, immediately, right now, what are you Four Useless Ones waiting for? Hurry up and bestow blessings upon me!"

However, Mordred's howl caused no reaction, as if he had completely fallen out of favor.

Even Luojia and Angron thought their brother had gone mad. How could he possibly accept such a thing? He was using a dead rat as a sacrifice; this was more than just a perfunctory gesture.

Time passed second by second, and just as Mordred began to marvel that even a simp had finally learned to open his eyes and see the world.

The sudden, immense pressure swept across the entire planet, tearing a hole in the Veil of reality. Four beams of light descended from the sky, pouring fiercely into his body.

With an unparalleled surge of power, Mordred's body rapidly expanded.

With Four Arms Six Eyes, a long tail and sharp teeth, its sharp Bone Wings, carrying Emerald Lightning, shot out, and Black Liquid Metal, as if alive, clung to every inch of its skin.

An Inverted Spire emerged from the void, and through the light screen, an Iron Angel, also possessing Metal Wings and wrapped in layers of furnace cables, soared through the air.

The surging, boiling Chaos Fire Burning Fiercely, and countless Legion Demon raised their right hands, joining the Serenity Atlas in a hymn of Fealty:

"Hey ha, I've lived up to the Legion's expectations!"

With a deafening roar, and empowered by the Black Glaze, the sky shattered instantly, and the Burning Legion appeared before the world for the first time.

"Ah, such immense power! I lack nothing now."

With the blessing of free and the summoning of the Legion, Mordred believed that with him sharing the burden, the pressure on the other Primarchs would be greatly reduced.

"Everything is Kiya according to plan!"

Meanwhile, these words also came from the mouth of a certain blue slime:

"This was all part of my plan!"

Why are you still wearing that long face, you Khorne? Don't you want to reclaim the debt that rightfully belongs to us? Stop thinking nonsense, I just want to laugh whenever you try to think.

You're such a dog, that silly dog is really cute too. Doesn't it know that Fenris also has Webway entrance?

Don't think that just because you've pinned Magnus down, I can't do anything to him. I have plenty of tricks and methods up my sleeve, and it's all in the works...

"Noisy."

With a single sword stroke, he slashed away the soft mud before him. The Blood God's eyes, enveloped in layers of blood and brass, flickered. No matter how he tried to escape, the red mark on the chest of that dark figure remained strikingly conspicuous.

No, this shouldn't be happening. No matter what, I must bring you back to me.

Mordred, I really love you so much!