Father, look how much we resemble each other!

Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.

As far as the Primarch are concerned, everyone except Alpharius and Russ has a bad impression of Malcador.

This impression stems from two aspects: firstly, because Malcador is wary of the Primarch and doesn't even bother to act.

This inexplicable malice makes for a bad first impression, and another reason is that the Emperor is inhuman.

Although the 30 -Gold Ring's charm belongs exclusively to Horus, other Primarchs are just as easily seduced by the Yellow Skins.

After discovering that the Emperor did not match his idealized image, Malcador became the scapegoat.

My father loves me, and I love my father. It must be that treacherous minister, Malcador, who caused my father to become like this.

In addition, Primarchs are all problem children, and Malcador never tolerates these incredibly destructive brats. He'll just go for it with a Psychic Power neck lock. Even Horus has been beaten up before.

So why wasn't Malcador, a mere "mortal," killed by the Primarch?

The answer is no, he can't beat him. Don't be fooled by Malcador skinny and old he looks; that's all an act. He's Psyker even more powerful than Magnus, and he's also Perpetual.

In the Old Terra Era, he would at least be a god-king in a myth. If it weren't for the Emperor's overpowered abilities, he would be a complete Long Aotian protagonist.

The more they hated him before, the more they like him now. The Emperor's departure has indeed helped the Primarch grow a lot. Looking back, Malcador is really too important to the Empire.

Seeing all the Primarchs staring at him with a strange, indescribable longing in their eyes, Malcador sighed helplessly.

"Do you all think I have some kind of secret? And the kind that, if revealed, could change the state of the empire?"

"Really? Malcador, no! Uncle Mal, I knew you were hiding a lot of things. Quickly bring out your little treasure chest!"

Guilliman was so fed up with the messed-up state of the Empire that he grabbed Malcador's Dreadnought and stared longingly at this nuclear-powered beast of the Empire, who was also his heirloom.

Not only Guilliman, but everyone thought so. After all, the Primarchs weren't stupid. After searching through the Department of the Interior archives, they were convinced that the Empire couldn't possibly be as poor as it was now, and that something must be hidden.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the Emperor and Malcador close they were practically inseparable, so he must know.

Malcador didn't keep them in suspense, revealing a smug emoticon on the Dreadnought's LCD screen.

"Yes, yes, come with me."

Upon seeing the Dreadnought being escorted to him by Primarchs, Valdor immediately recognized it as his old companion and joined the group.

Following Malcador's footsteps, the group arrived at the Hive City located beneath the Imperial Palace. The entire space was situated in a dimensional rift, and its size far exceeded that of an ordinary underground city.

Due to the Webway War, this dimensional rift was also affected, with all sorts of spatial anomalies occurring one after another, which is one of the reasons why the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne.

To avoid disturbing the secret realm, Malcador did not use Psychic Teleportation. Instead, he boarded a Stormraven and flew deeper into the realm with the Primarch and the Marshal of the Adeptus Custodes.

Through the porthole, the crowd could see the Imperial Adeptus Custodes leading Lucifer Black Guard and the Sisters of Silence clearing the spatial anomalies, including some silver-gray warriors dressed as Terminator.

Perhaps sensing the Primarchs' confusion, Valdor explained:

"The aftershocks of the Webway War are still lingering. If these spatial anomalies aren't eliminated, they could very well attract Chaos invasion. If left unchecked, and Holy Terra were to be blown up into a second Eye of Terror, that would be a real disaster."

"So that's how it is! I thought you Adeptus Custodes were just sitting around doing nothing!"

In response to Luojia's sarcasm, Valdor simply replied, "If it weren't for this mess to clean up, I would have already led the Adeptus Custodes to crush those imperial traitors."

In contrast, you should have faith in your own legions; the Adeptus Custodes has never betrayed you in the face of Chaos's attack.

"What do you mean?"

That's exactly what I meant.

Seeing the tension escalating, Guilliman quickly tried to smooth things over:

"Alright, that's enough! What rebellion? In my opinion, there are no treacherous officials among us, only loyal ones!"

Regardless of the circumstances, Guilliman was the Emperor's appointed Lord Regent, and even a top-tier Embryonic Killer like Valdor had to listen to his superior. He continued, explaining:

"According to the plan, we were absolutely not going to let anyone into this space before the cleanup was completed."

"Because of the Webway?"

"That's right!" Valdor nodded, indicating that the Webway had been completely shattered, and that the Emperor had sealed the Webway Gate for some unknown reason.

Only in this way could His Majesty have a chance to set off, but Magnus, the backup candidate to guard the Webway, was kidnapped by the Chaos Gods.

"So before I ascended the Golden Throne, His Majesty gave me a task: to restart the Webway Project at the right time. But now the Webway Gate have opened by themselves."

"It's open?"

"Yes! And it's not just open, it's open from the inside out, and... I don't know how to describe it, you'll understand when you see it."

Upon arriving at their destination, everyone finally understood why Valdor had said that, and they turned to look at Malcador standing to the side.

"Don't look at me, I don't know how they appeared in the Webway either. I saw them when I sat on the Golden Throne. I'd like to ask, whose people are they?"

Not only did Malcador and Valdor have doubts, but the Primarchs also felt uneasy.

Before them, a group of Space Marine wearing raven-style Power Armor, but Paint Scheme in rainbow colors, were crouching on the ground, with several lizard-like humanoid creatures beside them, the largest of which was at least 7 meters tall.

But none of that matters. What matters is that these Space Marine and the Lizardmen are carrying huge packages on their backs, and they are emptying them under the orders of the Adeptus Custodes.

Upon closer inspection, wow, this package contained everything imaginable: gold coins, cigars, strangely shaped beverage bottles, Adeptus Custodes's Power Halberd, Mechanicus half-dead, Daemon's corpse, a small blanket, a bizarre little figure in a green robe, a hammer, and even an Iron Warriors's Dreadnought.

The previous stuff is one thing, but how did they pull out a Dreadnought from such a small package? It just doesn't make sense! And that hammer—no, wait! That hammer!

Realizing what was happening, Vulkan instinctively reached behind him and, sure enough, his Dawnbreaker was gone. Then he saw the thief who had stolen his hammer suddenly grab his leg.

"Father, you've finally come to find me! It's me, Tom!"

Even a kind-hearted man like Vulkan was amused by this. He had a strange sense of déjà vu, as if someone had said something similar before. He picked up the small Canned One, which was only a little over two meters long, and asked:

Are you sure?

"Of course, look how alike we are! We're practically cut from the same mold, so you must be my My Father."

I still remember the time my father and I burned the Aeldari children together. I handed you the fire.

"Shut up! How do you know? It was just Xenos. I didn't do anything wrong."

No, no, that's not important. Haven't you noticed that our skin tones are completely opposite? Open your eyes before you speak.

"Damn it, we were found out!"

Although Tom's voice was very soft, there were Adeptus Custodes and Imperial Guards present, and even Malcador was a Psychic Power fanatic; how could he not hear him?

Besides, is there even a need to figure it out? Anyone with eyes can see it! Salamanders aren't white; they're all as black as charcoal.

However, Tom did not give up. After being put down by Vulkan, he rushed to Dorn, who was facing the small blanket and questioning his Dorn.

"Father, look how alike we are!"