Serenity Past Events

Do robots dream about electric sheep?

This question may never be answered, but Ferrus believes he dreams of dogs.

The moment Guts suddenly lunged out, perhaps because he was completely filled with tentacles, Ferrus's vision flashed like a slideshow.

"I remember it was over a century ago when Horus suddenly left, leaving me to command the fleet in his place and, incidentally, to mentor my brother, Fulgrim."

"Ah! That was the first time I met Fogg, and it felt like an eternity. He was so radiant, like a proud Phoenix that would never bow its head."

Social Darwinist Tech-Bro encounters Young Social Terrorist —it all seems so natural.

Ferrus knew that he was a man of his word, and everything would be done with efficiency in mind, to the point that he would overlook many details.

But when that figure looked at him with a slightly disdainful gaze, dragged him into the bathtub, and attracted four Giant Dogs, a corner of that eternally hard steel melted.

As a witness to their friendship, Guts remained by the Primarch's side, to the point that Ferrus disregarded his race and trusted Guts as much as he trusted his offspring.

Dogs will always be man's most Fealty companions.

As a fellow Chieftain, Guts led his entire clan to the Iron Hands. This was a task Mordred had given to every Chieftain, and it was also Guts's own choice.

Looking at the dog pacing back and forth, its tattered fur ablaze with Crimson Fury, Ferrus felt a sense of confusion. Where were the other Dog-men? Why was Guts the only one? How did he get his wounds?

"Oh, so it was all my doing! I killed all the Dog-men, and I'm the one who brought the entire legion to this state."

Unparalleled pain surged through Ferrus's mind; the more he recalled it, the more intense the agony became. In a daze, a voice resounded once more from the depths of his soul:

Go to sleep; that's the best choice for you.

Yes, whatever the outcome, the Legion has been utterly corrupted, its former glory is gone, the Iron Hands will forever bear the infamy, and my father will be disgraced by me.

"Perhaps..."

"Smack!"

A flash of green light and an inexplicable urge to vomit jolted Ferrus awake. He then saw Fulgrim struggling frantically and Guts.

Who is it?

Faced with the Divine Projection, Guts remained silent, only wielding his sword.

The Burning Fiercely Crimson Fury transformed into a cloak Gao Yang, the Green Grassland reflecting the direction of home, and through his blood-soaked pupils, Ferrus seemed to see a tall figure seated on a throne:

"Father, is that you?"

"..."

Guts's will was on the verge of collapse; he was unable to answer, only the blade in his hand remained unchanged.

The Canid Ancestors are watching him, and he only has this one chance:

Even though it was just a projection, the snake demon before him was far beyond his ability to contend with. Guts knew that his death was inevitable, but now he was all alone.

"You think 'living up to the Legion's expectations' is just a slogan? Monster!"

The ceaseless flow of blood Roared, the unquenchable rage Burning Fiercely, Slaanesh seemed to suddenly understand something, shouting in disbelief:

"Khorne, you tricked me!"

With a single, swift stroke, he severed Ferrus's head. In his final moments, Guts cracked a hideous smile and tossed the severed head toward Fulgrim.

"Tell the Great Chieftain, I am not a coward!"

Ferrus, whose head had been severed, did not die immediately; the Teleportation Collar that detected the fatal injury to the wearer began to tick.

Suddenly, a seven-colored light flashed incessantly, and a high concentration of Emerald Chaos Energy erupted at that moment, causing the man and his head to vanish instantly from the cabin.

"Boom!"

Mordred felt a sudden pang of anxiety for no apparent reason, but he didn't know why.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just feel like something's not right. Things seem to be going a little too smoothly right now."

"Wouldn't it be better if things went smoothly?"

Mordred shook his head. Success was good, but too much success was a bit abnormal. After much hesitation, he decided to restart the Divine Seal Network.

Three months is more than enough time for those nobles to make their moves. No matter what tricks you use, my Ten Million Army will crush you and you will ultimately be defeated.

As long as I raise my voice and use the name of the Second Imperium to recruit talented people, letting everyone know who the Loyal Officials and Good Generals are, then every single one of them will be fine.

Mordred opened BB device and watched the messages popping up like crazy, but he remained completely calm.

"The Yellow Heaven is dead, the Blue Heaven shall rise."

Internally, there are rebellious and treacherous officials; externally, Xenos wreak havoc. Such scenes occur every moment.

The Second Imperium welcomes every Fealty subject of the Empire to join us in ending the rebellion and rebuilding the Empire's glorious land!

Those interested should register at Ultramar 500 Worlds.

Hotline number: 183316114514.

Along with this recruitment notice came a Promotional Poster, featuring Sanguinius at the front, Guilliman on the left, and Lion El'Jonson on the right.

Mordred felt a bit numb. After all her preparations, that bastard Guilliman still beat Guilliman to it. But why would the Sanguinius go to Macragge? It didn't make any sense at all.

And most importantly, where did Koz go?

"Fine, let them beat us to it. Since the three of them are together again, it means they're safe now."

Due to the Warp storm, even the highly stable Divine Seal Network suffered considerable damage, and Mordred was eager to see how the other Legions fared.

However, after Mordred spent two hours intensively browsing the Divine Seal Network, he discovered that things had spiraled out of his control.

War is raging across the entire galaxy, and all sorts of chaotic information are in disarray. Everyone is saying they've encountered rebels, and everyone is requesting reinforcements.

What's even more infuriating is that all of Mordred's previous plans were disrupted, and his close associates, one by one, began to display astonishing wisdom.

After the Second Imperium was established by Sanguinius, Zhuang Sen, and Guilliman, Russ, for some inexplicable reason, actually joined forces with Khan Corax and even founded the Third Imperium.

Only Corvus Corax was relatively well-behaved and didn't cause any trouble.

"Hey guys, what am I supposed to do if you guys run away? Fenris, Betan Gamon, and Tallarn— who's going to guard them?"

"Second Brother, what do we do now?"

"What should I do? The problem is I only prepared one meal, and now it's full of guests. I can't even tell who's loyal and who's Vermin."

Chaos! Utter chaos! The empire is in complete disarray, everyone's gone completely berserk.

However, there are ways to play even in chaos. Since we can't figure it out, we just need to focus on one key point.

Luojia, go and call Angron over now. We're going to put on a spectacular Live Broadcast.

Not long after, a communication request was received by the Vengeful Spirit stationed at Istvaan III.

"Father, Atlas has sent a message."

"Abaddon, what are you waiting for? Release him!"

"But."

"There are no 'buts'. I know Mordred better than anyone. We're the best of brothers. He'll definitely understand me."

Unfortunately, my Second Brother was misled by our father; he had no idea that our father had betrayed us all.

That's the problem with my older brother; he's far too indecisive, which is why he didn't notice what our father had done.

But I can't stand idly by; I must stop my father. If the empire can't be made great again, then let the galaxy Burning Fiercely.

The Warmaster, rubbing the Gold Ring on his hand, looked melancholy, as if he were heartbroken for Mordred.

Abaddon knew that, as was customary, his father would usually launch into a long monologue at this point, but he had already heard enough of those.

Sure enough, after all the Sons of Horus silently counted to ten, our Eternally Healthy Warmaster Horus began his long-awaited thirty years: the Gold Ring, the Sagittarius, and the words, "Father loves me, I love my father."

Even the Lord of Gloom and the Undying Evil Dragon, who were also on the bridge, felt a chill run down their spines.

But Abaddon dared not say much. He didn't know why things had turned out this way, but he knew that the last person to curse his father was the Wolf King, and his spine had been broken by his father.

After Hard Control everyone for ten minutes, Horus finally remembered that he hadn't checked the communications and quickly signaled Abaddon to connect the recording to the Holographic Projection.

As the communication was established, Mordred, Angron, and Luojia Jia appeared on the Holographic Projection.

"Hello, hello, hello, can you hear me?"

"I can hear you, brother, I'm right here!"

Through the Holographic Projection, looking at the bridge completely soaked in blood and riddled with bullet holes and bits of flesh, Mordred first greeted everyone very politely.

He greeted Vulkan and Mortarion, who were standing beside Horus, then his expression changed, and he said arrogantly:

"Horus, you are a tyrant. Remember what I said. I will be waiting for you in the Serenity."

Luojia, come here, give him a piece of your mind.

"Horus, you three are nothing but dogs! If you have the guts, bring these two good-for-nothing dogs to Serenity, and we'll deal with you."

"That's right, Luojia, you give them a job!"

Without hesitation, Luojia, upon receiving the notification, performed a backflip on the spot in front of the entire galaxy during the Live Broadcast.

"Damn it! Get out of here! Ignore it!!"

Listen up, come here and I'll rip your wig off! You bald idiot, aren't you ashamed to be wearing a blonde wig?! Ugh!

Grabbing the microphone, Mordred held up two fingers, pointing at the stunned Vulkan and Mortarion:

"Look at you two good-for-nothings! One's a Big Moth, the other Big Lizard with a tail, and you don't even have four arms. You think you can imitate me?"

You two seem like underdeveloped Lifeform, mentally challenged children with low IQs.

Remember this: you two are the Haier Brothers, one Shuk, the other Beta, two Big Rat! You are nothing at all.

Angron, standing to the side, wasn't idle either. While he was dancing wildly with Mordred and Luojia, he was also reaching out and poking downwards repeatedly.

"You are the brothers among brothers."