I Will Not Become a Memory (Two-in-One)

Blue sky with white clouds drifting by, and dogs running below the clouds.

Sitting on the ground, Mordred held a paintbrush, pointing and gesturing at the model in front of her, telling her to turn left, then right, and finally uttering the lewd remark about sticking her butt out more:

"Are you ever going to stop, you bastard?"

Looking at the alluring woman on the canvas, Mordred ignored the Emperor's complaints, took out a frame, and mounted the painting before speaking:

"You bastard, I'm already being incredibly kind by leaving you two pieces of cloth. I have to leave something to prove I was here. I'll eat this little secret for the rest of my life."

Besides, I'm about to die, can't you grant me this one last request?

Even tigers don't eat their cubs, so I don't know who is so cruel as to want their son to die.

I lost my parents when I was young, and then I ended up with such an unreliable biological father like you. I thought I could finally enjoy life, but who would have thought you'd be such a hopeless bastard.

The tall woman in the tight-fitting bodycon dress looked helpless, but she couldn't get angry yet. After all, no one would be happy to be asked to die.

"At least draw it somewhat normal. If these blasphemous things get out, where will I put my face?"

"Come on, Old Man Huang. It's one thing to fool others, but you think you can fool me? I can't even imagine how cunning you've been before. Where were you before the Unification Wars?"

Where did the Emperor go before the Unification Wars? He was, of course, exploring the local customs and culture of Commorragh. As for how he explored those customs and culture, that remains a secret.

"I went to Commorragh to study foreign languages!"

"You're quite good at foreign languages; you even know that the Aeldari doesn't have Great Thunder."

Without arguing much with the Emperor, Mordred put away the portrait and handed it to the Yellow Skins, who had already reverted to its original form.

The Emperor was right; he had to die, because only in this way could he completely negate the effects of his ascension to godhood.

Previously, it was just speculation; only by truly embarking on this path to godhood will one understand just how enormous the abyss of divine status truly is.

Based on the current situation, becoming Warp Deity requires not only sacrificing an entire race and fusing countless Warp Energy, but more importantly, sacrificing oneself. In other words, whoever wants to ascend to godhood will be the first sacrifice.

Even a being like Mordred, possessing higher-dimensional characteristics, can be consumed by instinct during the process of questioning itself.

This thing is just like in old zombie movies; after coming back to life, the first people it persecutes are its loved ones.

Moreover, due to the unique national conditions of the empire, heroism has been deeply rooted in the genes of every human being, and the reliance on strong and powerful individuals has become an instinct for every imperial citizen.

This caused Mordred's original plan to exploit a bug to establish the Dark Moon Cult to fail as the divine position symbolizing the Greedy Dissolution drew closer.

In gaming terms, it's like every creature that has faith in Mordred has to go through a round of willpower assessment.

If you can get through it, great; if you can't, you'll become Chaos cultist like someone who worships Chaos God. Even worse, you might become a mindless Fel Energy -infected entity like Atlas, who will only frantically devour everything.

When the Emperor asked his son to die, Mordred didn't actually resist much. After all, only by sacrificing everything and making everyone forget him could this divine calamity be stopped.

Mordred wasn't afraid of death. So what if he died once? He wouldn't really die. The only cost was that the resurrection process might take a long time.

Mordred grew up to be utterly uneasy about what state the Empire would become.

"Sigh~"

With a sigh, Mordred pulled out a pack of extra-strength Rick Cigarettes and handed one to the Emperor as well.

"Old Man Huang, do you think that when I wake up again, I will see a human Imperium of Man where there is no hunger, no oppression, where everyone lives in peace and prosperity, and where, under the call of Imperial Truth, people have flown out of the galaxy and begun to colonize the starry seas?"

"Forget it, this goal is too difficult for you. While I'm still alive, why don't you appoint a Lord Regent for me right here in front of me?"

As expected, the Emperor answered without hesitation, uttering the name Horus.

"Come on, Horus and I are already tainted. I think Guilliman is more suitable. The biggest advantage of the old 13 is that he is open-minded and resilient. Most importantly, all Primarchs feel the same way about him."

Ambition?

"..."

Seeing Mordred staring at him with hostility, the Emperor unusually offered an explanation. "I was just stating the facts, and that's what you think too."

Mordred had no way to refute this statement, and even in the end, Atlas's ultimate hypothetical enemy was the Ultramarines.

"The past is the past, the present is the present. Now, the most important thing for the empire is to recuperate and rebuild. Besides Guilliman, who else is capable of serving Lord Regent?"

Moreover, Guilliman's large hindquarters make him a good father, so having Guilliman as Lord Regent means the empire will have at least 250,000 blue cattle and horses to work for it.

On the other hand, regarding the good grandson...

Believe it or not, after thinking about it for a long time, the Emperor realized it was true. His own son was useless, but his grandson was quite capable.

The only thing that made the Emperor hesitate was that he didn't want the Space Marine to participate in politics, but according to the plan Mordred had discussed with him, the aura surrounding the Space Marine would be completely secularized in less than 1,000 years.

Seeing that Old Man Huang was still hesitating, Mordred suggested again:

"Then we'll promote a Warmaster from among the other Primarchs, and establish a separation of powers, with the Warmaster in charge of military affairs, the Lord Regent of governance, and you, the mascot, sitting there, beating up anyone who disobeys. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"So you mean I can give the position of Warmaster to...?"

"Zhuang Sen!"

Horus!

Seeing that the damned Yellow Skins was still chanting Horus, Mordred couldn't hold back any longer and kicked it with a flying kick:

"Damn it, I thought Horus had a one-sided father complex, but I never expected the reason was you, Gou'er Dan, you're really stubborn, I already said Horus is already dirty."

I don't care, Horus is ill, Zhuang Sen, please do your best, I choose Zhuang Sen as the Warmaster!

If the Lion King saw his good brother supporting him so strongly, he might burst into tears on the spot. The Second Son truly considers him a brother.

When a person is about to die, their words are often good. Regardless of what the Emperor was thinking, he ultimately agreed to Mordred's will.

But this was just the beginning. After all, Mordred only needed to die, while the Emperor had much more to consider.

The first problem is the chastity ring on the Emperor's body. It looks troublesome, but it's actually the simplest thing. After all, for Mordred, who is now on the verge of success, removing it would be easy.

The problem is that as soon as these four chastity rings are removed, the other side will immediately notice.

What's more troublesome is that, with Tzeentch's astonishing actions, the two dimensions have gradually merged, and no one knows what will happen in the future.

Considering the previous incident where Rambo possessed Guilliman, Mordred felt it was a bit far-fetched, but what could she do?

A daring plan took shape in Mordred's mind: he had to leave behind a seed, an anchor point that would allow him to remain in this world even after his resurrection, and this seed had to be kept secret from everyone.

"Tom! Yes, Tom is still alive."

Despite the Webway barrier, he was able to sense the 782 remaining Space Marine of Atlas through the connection of the Gene-Seed, thanks to his immense power.

Suppressing her instincts as much as possible, and propelled by Mordred, a wisp of thought drifted along the gap in the Webway to Tom's side.

"Father, is that you?"

"Yes, listen carefully, I will soon die, but don't be sad, I will not die completely."

But my death will take everything away; Atlas will be completely forgotten by everyone. But in order for me to be resurrected, Atlas depends entirely on you. You must lead Atlas to live on.

"But Father, why did you choose me? I'm just a good-for-nothing..."

"A good-for-nothing who just loafs around and waits to die, is that it?" Mordred's tone softened slightly as she comforted him.

"Although Tom, you have neither Goff's strategic planning nor the Khan's bravery, and you are not as good as Liviel's and Gawain in terms of professional skills, and you are not even as good-looking as Kialan."

You have a long list of flaws, but hardly any strengths, yet I will still choose you. Do you know why?

"Because I am your proudest son, Father?"

"No!" Mordred's thoughts transformed into a powerful punch, slamming it hard against Tom's head:

"Since everyone before me has already kicked the bucket, who else could I choose but you? But don't look down on others; compared to your other brothers, you have one extremely significant advantage—you're incredibly shameless!"

Tom considered his father's assessment to be pure prejudice, but Mordred didn't give him a chance to say anything bad:

Tom Cruise.

"Arrive!"

"Now, in my Primarchy, I appoint you as the third Legion Commander of Atlas, and your first task is to break up the army into smaller units and preserve the flame of Atlas as much as possible."

You know exactly what to do, right?

Tom nodded, indicating that his father could rest assured that the Second Legion No Secrets.

"Alright, since that's the case, I have nothing more to say. Remember, you can only come out of the Webway after I die."

Before that, I command all of you to write down all your memories of Atlas, because once you leave the Webway, you will forget everything about Atlas.

And since I'll forget all my memories, you guys better pick a cool name for me, so I don't come back to life and can't find you guys."

"A name?" Everything else was fine, but when it came to naming someone, Tom was genuinely a little apprehensive.

"How about calling him Father of the Emperor?"

Before he could finish speaking, a massive, emerald-green Fel Energy blast slapped Tom across the face. Mordred thought to himself, "No wonder the Emperor always likes to slap me; this feels fucking awesome!"

"You bastard, I told you to hide yourselves, hide yourselves! Choosing this name is just asking for trouble! If you go out with this name, you'll be lost in the Warp the very next day. Change it."

After being subjected to several more intense confrontations, Tom finally came up with a name that Mordred was somewhat satisfied with— Blood Ravens.

In fact, Atlas had already used the name Blood Ravens. Like the Black Knights, it was a special forces unit within Atlas whose job was to dig up graves and generate revenue for the legion.

After giving Tom his instructions, Mordred still felt uneasy and looked at the red scarf around his neck, which bore the name of his disciple Rambo, who had been cut in two by the Vengeful Spirit and was fast asleep.

"Don't sleep, you little dog. I have a task for you. Stick your butt out. I'm going to stuff something inside you. Hopefully, Guilliman will never know how this cigarette got across the border."

What about memory and cognition?

Mordred left behind one trick after another, and after doing all that, time finally came to an end.

"Old Man Huang, you mean to say that Little Mo and Vulkan are under control now, right?"

"Yes, and Koz too!"

"I see."

Seeing the Emperor poised to strike, Mordred didn't hesitate at all, reaching out and crushing the four bracelets.

And the moment the bracelet shattered, it kicked the Emperor out of his mental world and flew back into his physical body.

At the same time, the Silver Spear was completely burned out, and the supreme crown, symbolizing the Greedy Dissolution, finally took shape, celebrating the birth of the Fifth God.

But just as even the Warp was celebrating, a golden-haired giant with four arms and a long tail suddenly appeared and seized the crown that symbolized supreme power:

"Hehe, I won't become a memory! Your time is running out."

With the first cry of this deity, and his only sacred word, Mordred Wayne, the Great Devourer devours all things—died!

He died at the age of five seconds.

This sudden turn of events left everyone bewildered, unable to comprehend the meaning behind Mordred's words.

Only the Emperor let out a sharp, violent cry:

"Run!"

"What?"

Run!

As soon as the Emperor finished speaking, everyone saw Mordred's body flashing wildly, emitting strange beeping sounds, and the speed was increasing rapidly.

Without any hesitation, realizing that their lives might be in danger, the Four Merchants joined forces with the Emperor for the first time, tearing open space to try to escape, even taking the human ships next to them with them.

At this point, nothing else mattered. The Four Gods projections began to plunder the original body indiscriminately, and the Emperor once again sought out the Dark King to borrow External Debt from him.

At this critical moment of life and death, the Black Sun, which had been secretly plotting behind the scenes, did not hesitate and began to pour endless dark fire into the Emperor's hook.

The immense power surging into his body caused the Emperor to let out a painful howl. If his groin had not been wide enough, he might have been torn to pieces by the five divine powers in an instant, becoming the Shang Yang of the empire.

Even so, the five peddlers and the Emperor were too late. As the red light on Mordred's body flashed faster and faster, a Pitch Black Light Spots appeared above his head.

Countless green specks of light rushed in from the Milky Way and disappeared into the pitch-black Light Sphere, directly sucking in the Khan and Russ, who were closest to it.

"Boom!"

Since Mordred came into this world, the energy she had accumulated over time has completely erupted, and the divine position that should have been formed was instantly detonated.

Five five-second intervals later, Emerald Light, 55,555 times brighter than a supernova, burst forth from the dark void and briefly shot out of the Milky Way, illuminating some the Beast that were feasting.

Not only the Material Universe was affected, Warp was even more severely impacted. Souls, Daemon, or any other strange Warp Creature —anything tainted by Fel Energy —were instantly reduced to ashes, with only a very small number surviving.

What happens in the Physical World also happens in the Warp: the same Emerald Meteor, the same pitch-black Light Sphere, the same destructive explosions.

This was undoubtedly a betrayal, a betrayal by the Fifth God named Mordred against the Warp will that granted him supreme power.

The Burning Legion vanished, but with its disappearance, the realms of the Four Gods that had been devoured began to crumble, turning into countless tiny fragments that attracted a frenzy of Warp Entity.

It wasn't just the Burning Legion that vanished, nor was it just Atlas; even Mordred's existence was crumbling away little by little.

Such a massive energy explosion directly accelerated the fusion of the two dimensions, causing violent turbulence throughout the entire galaxy.

Pieces of shattered starry sky were embedded in the Milky Way, and Warp fragment were embedded in the Sea of Souls.

Because they belonged to the same group, most of the fragments were rapidly digested, with only a very small portion showing signs of rejection, giving rise to one Twisted Void after another.

The former Tallarn has completely disappeared, becoming a giant void that pierces through the dual barriers of the Material Universe and the Warp, eventually connecting to the former Serenity 50 Worlds, which is now the Maelstrom.

But none of that mattered to them anymore; what mattered was that they had survived the massive explosion.

The repercussions of Mordred's fall went far beyond that; all memories of him began to fade, and some things were completely changed with Mordred demise.

As the memories deep within their hearts crumbled little by little, everyone felt an emptiness in their hearts, and an indescribable sadness began to spread throughout the entire fleet.

But it came quickly and went quickly; within just five seconds, the memory of Mordred vanished from everyone's minds.

Who is Mordred? Nobody knows!

The meaning of "Atlas" on weaponry is unknown; it's probably a branch of the Mars Adeptus Mechanicus.

Even the existence of the Second Legion was completely replaced after being merged with another shattered dimension, becoming a little-known secret in the Emperor Eleven-to-one.

As memories of Mordred faded, no one knew what they had done before, only that they had destroyed a powerful Xenos.

But what no one knew was that as the two dimensions completely merged, some counterfeit items that hadn't been dragged in by the Four Merchants also came to this world.

Looking at the Four Merchants emerging from his body, the Emperor had no idea what he was doing. He only remembered that his First Returned Son Horus Heresy and appointed Lion as Warmaster.

"No, why would I make Lion the Warmaster?"

The Four Merchants were equally bewildered. Their domain looked like it'd been chewed up by a dog, and they'd even crawled into the Cursed's body. "Are we really that close?" they wondered.

Khorne stared blankly at the red scarf around his neck, then suddenly startled and quickly touched his head:

"No! Why do I have a dog's head?"

With Khorne's cry of alarm, the other three Chaos God also noticed something was wrong. Tzeentch discovered that his Carlos had disappeared and turned into a blue-haired... Daemon who didn't look very bright.

As for Nurgle, I discovered that not only had my soup pot shrunk, but it also had a ring of teeth marks on it. As for Slaanesh, needless to say, his Six Rings Silver Palace was missing a layer, turning into a five-ringed Silver Palace.

Doubt, confusion, and unease about a certain void led the Emperor and the Four Merchants at the center to look at each other, each believing the other was behind it all.

As for the Primarch, it was in the same state. After the two essences merged, they subconsciously looked at each other.

But the Emperor soon noticed something strange about the Four Useless Ones' eyes; they were looking at...

"Buhao!"

In an instant, four colossal hands shot out, grabbing at the Primarch that was in chaos.

And this scene was witnessed by Guilliman, who arrived precisely nine hours on time.

"What happened?"