Horus, Your Days of Reckless Abandon Are Over.

As one of the most well-known tactics, boarding has become a human tradition.

Since the Age of Great Navigation began amidst the Shame of the Imperium, although wooden sailing ships have been replaced by Steel Battleship, the fundamental principle remains the same: when it's time to board, one still has to do so.

Mordred initially couldn't understand this tactic.

After all, boarding operations sound exciting, but they are extremely inefficient. Why not use that time to fire a couple more rounds of Macro Cannon?

Upon returning to the Empire, Mordred discovered that the Void Shield was truly formidable; it was this kind of Turtle Shell Device, which any race with even a modicum of strength could concoct, that had created the Empire's distorted tactics.

Now it was Mordred's turn to board the enemy, and he had only one thought: it was so delicious!

Tearing through the steel deck blocking his path, Mordred, taking advantage of his size, transformed into Shield Tunneling Machine, bypassing the normal route and heading straight for the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit.

Chaos Warrior, Hell Beast, Daemon Engine Cultists— all could be slapped to death. If Mordred found them agreeable, he wouldn't mind having a couple of snacks beforehand.

As a renowned Gloriana-class Battleship, the Vengeful Spirit is 28 kilometers long. While that number might not seem particularly large, its vertical drop is a staggering 8 kilometers, making it a Steel Metropolis suspended in mid-air. Even lying flat, it would be as tall as Mount Everest.

Moreover, the so-called bridge is not only at the bow, but on the upper deck. As for the upper deck, it is not in a physical sense, but is named according to the location of the Central Control Array.

For example, Atlas's flagship, the Abomination, has its bridge located at the center of the entire warship, which is relatively normal. The most abstract example is Perturabo's Iron Blood.

For some inexplicable reason, Pepe decided that the entire Iron Blood would not have any External Porthole. And to prevent it from becoming a lobster after the observation and aiming equipment malfunctioned, this little genius Pepe had the ingenious idea of placing the bridge behind the Macro Cannon array.

They claimed that in a crisis, one could observe the Outside World through the Gun Barrel, and that once they saw it, they could hit it with absolute accuracy.

The bridge is also the most Place of Secrecy the entire warship. Unless you are an insider, you would have to break through the Steel Battleship, which is comparable to Hive City, to infiltrate and cause damage.

Watching Mordred devour his food and wander back and forth inside the Vengeful Spirit, the Great Angel, despite the unfavorable atmosphere, still asked his question:

"Second Brother, do you even know the way? It's been almost half an hour."

Since it was a joint raid by Three Legions, the team that came this time was the elite of the elite. Apart from the three Primarch, the rest were all Peerless Macho Man without helmets.

In other words, this group of people are all Embryonic Killer.

On the Vengeful Spirit, which has become completely integrated with the Warp, the pervasive Chaos pollution erodes the nerves of everyone.

Not to mention Mordred, the Biggest Chaos Energy Pollution Source, was right next to them, Boarding Squad's nerves to oscillate between silliness and mania.

Seeing that the crowd was getting a little restless, Mordred, who was stuck in the passage, turned around and reassured them:

"Don't worry, even though the Soul of Vengeance has been marinated in the Warp and is so distorted that even her production line doesn't recognize her, your Second Brother will always be Second Brother."

It's just a mere Spacetime Turbulence. Back in the day, I memorized every single internal passage of the Phantasmal Dream in order to steal Old Man Huang's secret stash.

As for this Soul of Vengeance, I could find my target even with my eyes closed.

I also secretly built one inside—no, never mind how I know, coming here feels like coming home to me.

"But Your Highness, why does it seem so familiar to you?"

The one who spoke out with doubt was none other than Nemiel, the Dark Angels who had already been placed within the Dreadnought.

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, especially the Lion King, the Primarch, whose fists clenched considerably. He even began to doubt whether this was truly his own cub, or perhaps that Dorn Dorn's.

"My Second Brother was a Warmaster after all, and Atlas was in charge of the Empire's logistics. It's obvious this is to repair Kiya for other legions!"

"At the banquet celebrating the founding of the Second Imperium, Father, didn't you say that Atlas must never touch us again...?"

"Shut up! Where is this Second Imperium? I think you've been in Dreadnought too long and your brain has been ruined. After you've finished your defection, you're getting the hell out of here at the Broken Claw Chapter. Boss, I don't want to see you again."

After this minor incident, the Boarding Squad continued their advance. Mordred was right; the entire Vengeful Spirit had been completely warped, and its internal space far exceeded the ship's physical depth.

In this cabin, no longer bound by the Physical Laws, the group witnessed all sorts of bizarre sights, the first of which were 21 Sarcophagi.

Each coffin bears the name of the Primarch.

The coffin marked with the number XI was blurry and indistinct, as illusory as a bubble, and a tall figure was frantically hacking at that bubble.

Everyone looked at Zhuang Sen, but Zhuang Sen was completely baffled.

"It's just a coincidence, Mordred. You know this best; Old 11 is still alive!"

"Then how do you say this?"

Following the Great Angel's finger, the shadow that had previously cleaved number 11 reappeared before the coffin Character Mark II. Beside it was a Black Shadow resembling a savage, shouting, "Fenris has no wolves! Second Brother, don't blame me! Father sent me to kill you!"

But that's not the hardest thing to break down. The hardest thing to break down is a figure with silver arms but no head standing in front of the door.

Even though it had no head, everyone could feel it staring intently at them, making everyone's scalp tingle.

There were many more such hallucinations. In front of a cabin, the group even saw Rogal Dorn circling in the red sand, muttering something.

The Sanguinius tried to call out to his brother, but Dorn did not hear him and instead walked further and further away in the red veil.

And this was just the beginning. As they continued to delve deeper, more and more illusions appeared before them.

Inside the deep, dark cave, a group of gladiators Collapsed on the Ground, their emaciated bodies indicating that they had not eaten for many days.

Behind them, a giant tore open his wrist and fed each warrior with his blood, allowing them to survive.

The meaning of life lies in resistance. Facing their pursuers, these duelists did not give up hope. But just as they were preparing to escape into the mountains to fight a guerrilla Guerilla Warfare with the High-Riders, a golden light struck, and the Son of Red Sand who led them disappeared.

The illusion reversed; there was no dark, damp cave, only a magnificent, golden ship's cabin. But Angron, who had been captured by the Emperor, was not pleased. Instead, in his boundless rage, he tore two Adeptus Custodes apart with his bare hands.

"Number 12, I am your father!"

"Shut up, your My Father is dead."

When Angron returned to the cave, all he could see were mangled pieces of flesh torn to shreds.

With the Last Thread of Sanity shattered, the Red Angel ceased to exist, leaving only the raging the Beast named Angron, manipulated by the Butcher's Nail.

There are many more such scenes. Each cabin is inhabited by a Primarch, and a new illusion appears before each cabin.

Perturabo, who relentlessly exploited his sister and eventually rebelled, strangling her to death; Koz, who was indifferent and was eventually driven mad by illusions, becoming Midnight Wraith; Mortarion, who intervened forcefully, ensuring that his obsession would live on forever.

There were even those like Luo Jia who knelt in Confession before the Burning Fiercely Perfect City, uttering the repeated refrain, "I Am Not a God," before utterly succumbing to Luojia...

The eagle of Chogoris soared freely, but was forcibly pressed into the cage called the Empire by a giant hand. The ever-heavy glory tightened its throat, shattering the Phoenix that should have been radiant.

Although he never appeared in person, that person's figure appeared in almost every Primarch vision.

"That's disgusting!"

Nemiel was still contributing, but this time no one criticized him; even the Lion King nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, Father is utterly inhuman in his behavior, but I don't see any of your fantasies, Mordred?"

Even the illusory, soft bubble appeared as a blurry illusion, but Mordred's figure was nowhere to be seen. The only thing that could confirm his identity was the Damaged Sarcophagus that had been hacked Mars and was now sparking.

"Who knows? We Atlas No Secrets, and neither No Secrets I, Mordred."

Mordred, who had only briefly mentioned it, continued digging. He felt something was off, but as he got closer, he could smell the lingering scent of himself on Horus.

As expected, when Mordred tore open the door before them, an illusion of Horus appeared before them.

In the Lower Levels Hive City of the gang-ridden city, a figure huddled in a corner, enduring the ridicule of others, but soon a man who looked like a gang boss stepped forward.

The figure was not tall, nor did it have any unusual features; its size was even within the range of ordinary people.

With the arrival of the Adeptus Mechanicus, that unremarkable figure killed a Tech-Priest and took his weapon back to the gang, boasting to his adoptive father and seeking Name of Slaughter.

The Boarding Squad advanced through the illusion like bystanders, until the scene shifted and Space Marine descended from the sky onto the planet.

"White Scars?"

Kay, the uncrowned champion, recognized the Space Marine by their Paint Scheme as the 16th Legion, which was still under its original name.

The scene shifted again; the unremarkable figure disappeared, and in its place, the familiar Horus was born.

Standing in a pool of blood Wolf Shepherd God held a dagger, and beneath him lay his adoptive father, the Godfather Boss of the Cthonia underworld.

As the sky gradually brightened, a ray of sunlight shone upon the earth, accompanied by a strange sigh, and then the figure appeared:

[I am the First Son Found. I am his First Returned Son.]

Those were the Best Time of My Life; we lived together for 30 years.

[Just him and me, father and son.]

[After finding me, he brought me out of the Out of Darkness of Cthonia and placed me beside him.]

We spent a significant portion of our lives together; for the past thirty years, he has focused solely on and raised me.

[A bond formed between us, unbreakable, stronger than the bond between him and his other sons, for none of them had spent as much time with him as I had.]

[Thirty Years Is Not Long. I think compared to thirty thousand years, thirty years is just the time it takes for a heartbeat to pass.]

The abandoned First Returned Son lost his adoptive father, but also met his father and earned his Name of Slaughter — Horus Lupercal.

As if an unskippable opening animation played, everyone listened to Horus's inner journey.

"That's enough. I've tasted enough already. Can't you have some standards? No one can help someone like you."

The Chaos Breath, Long Prepared, shattered the illusion. Mordred, now in human form, drew his Watermelon Knife and pointed his small pistol at the fallen figure atop the throne.

You shouldn't have come!

But we're already here.

"That's right, hand over your Warmaster Position as well!"

"Hahaha, Mordred, you can never take my father away from me. I am his Most Proud Son."

Having said that, Horus, who had already been stuffed into a puff pastry, still couldn't resist showing off his Gold Ring and was about to launch into another long-winded speech, making Mordred's eyelids twitch.

"Shut up, Horus! Your days of recklessness are over. Hand over your Power On Your Body now."

Damn it! Even in this state, you still can't forget that Damn Ring. After we settle this farce, we brothers are still going to fight a lifetime of Great Crusade.

"Hurry up and finish this, you little piece of trash. I still have to deal with those other unlucky guys."

Horus laughed uncontrollably, pointing his Claw of Horus at the invading enemy. It was as if countless voices echoed within him, forming a drumbeat of incomprehensible meaning.

"You know the rules, if you want it, come and take it yourself..."

"Then stop talking nonsense and come on!"

"War!"

"Evil!"