The First Legion Has No Secrets

"Thirty years of wind and rain, Gold Ring, Sagittarius, the First Returned Son, my father loves me, and I love my father!"

For some reason, upon hearing the name Horus, Mordred automatically conjured up this rapid-fire phrase in his mind, instantly making everything that seemed illogical seem reasonable.

This is similar to joining the Qing army in 1949; Mordred couldn't even find a reason to offer some comfort.

"That's really bad luck!"

"But then again, shouldn't Horus have been exonerated long ago? And I've been wanting to ask you this before, what is that emblem on your table?"

"It's the emblem of the Imperial Cult!"

Jeanne is no naive girl; she's quite shrewd. While Mordred was observing his Underhive, she was also observing the lump of slime.

Sure enough, upon hearing the word "Imperial Cult," Mordred's entire body trembled, Jeanne even more certain that she had found a treasure.

Unlike Jeanne's joy, Mordred felt uneasy. He didn't know where he was, what time it was, or why such a notorious thing as the Imperial Cult had appeared.

Mordred's most pressing need now is to uncover the truth; he wants to know what exactly happened in the Empire during his absence.

Although Jeanne's ancestors were once wealthy, after many generations, apart from having only a primary school education, she has been completely assimilated by the Hive City.

Based solely on the information Jeanne revealed, Mordred had no idea what had happened in the Empire. He only knew that it was Imperial Year 999. m41 and that damned Imperial Cult, but nothing else.

And his good brother Sanguinius has already sent one, and it has become the mascot of the Imperial Cult. With a big pair of wings, he doesn't even need makeup; he can directly cosplay Sanguinius.

This kind of behavior is like desecrating a corpse; it's incredibly ironic to even think about it.

But compared to discovering what exactly happened to the Empire during the 10,000 years she was gone, Mordred had an even more important matter at hand: how to contact Tom.

Before that, Mordred needed to fill his stomach; he was so weak that he couldn't even beat a rat, let alone construct a human body.

"Human body?"

Thinking of this, Mordred couldn't help but look at Jeanne beside him, tears slowly streaming from the corner of her mouth:

"Little guy, I want to make a deal with you."

"What is the price?"

Through those incredibly thin, yet still bright, amber eyes stained with extreme malnutrition, Mordred seemed to see his brother Mortarion —a wild dog that refused to rot even in the filthy mire.

"Interesting. Aren't you going to ask me what kind of deal I want to make with you?"

"There's no need. I won't live much longer anyway. I might die from poison gas in some garbage dump tomorrow, or have my neck snapped by mutants and become jerky on the shelf."

Instead of worrying about tomorrow, live in the present. Besides, I don't think you're a bad person.

Upon hearing this, Mordred burst out laughing, and the whole ball trembled. "That's right, the more cunning you are, the easier it is to be burdened by your own plans."

I ended up like this because I overthought things back then. I never expected that you would teach me a lesson in the end, which makes me very happy.

If my unfortunate brothers were half as sensible as you, I wouldn't have beaten them up so badly back then, especially that Luojia Jia.

I bet the Imperial Cult was created by some unlucky person. Just thinking about it makes me want to beat the crap out of her. It's infuriating!

Extending his tentacles, Mordred rubbed Jeanne's pale face and solemnly assured her:

"Don't worry, with me here, you definitely won't die. In fact, not only will you not die, but I will also lead you to a wider world. As for the price? I said I would repay you, and I will definitely do so."

Relax, you might feel a little dizzy, but that's normal. I'll guide you on the path to sophistication.

Repeat after me, "Whoo-hoo! Fel Energy power, Black Magic Fairy Transformation!"

"..."

"Whoosh! Harmony Power! Black Magic Fairy Transformation!"

"Tsk, speak louder, that's too quiet! You think Ultimate Being if you're this soft?"

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Jeanne had no choice but to accept her fate and shouted out this line in extreme shame.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mordred's originally gel-like, round body instantly liquefied, and fine fleshy tentacles gushed out, directly pouring into Jeanne's body.

Nerve connections, muscle linkages, bone marrow fusion, brainstem enhancement... Although not as powerful as he once was, as the Empire's number one biological Big Mek, even if Mordred were thrown into the Middle Ages, he could still use his knowledge to create Licker army with rats and trigger a biohazard.

With the help of the three lumps of paste he had eaten earlier, Mordred was confident that he could use this energy to modify Jeanne's body, allowing himself to be reborn in her body and regain a human form.

Looking at her body completely covered in black slime, Jeanne had never felt so healthy. Her five senses began to merge; she could see the pungent smell in the air and hear the faintest sounds around her through touch.

With a thought, Jeanne saw her face, which had turned from pale to rosy, and her hair, which had somehow turned golden, as the black slime seeped into her skin again, even without a mirror.

"Well, have you seen how powerful I am? Don't just look at my appearance, I also managed to cure your diabetes, hypoglycemia, high blood pressure, constipation, chronic pharyngitis, and even your hemorrhoids."

This is only the initial fusion. If I had enough energy, I could have gone a step further and given you tearing claws that can carry Decomposition Field, magnetic chitin armor that can withstand explosive bombs, and an internal circulation system that allows you to survive in the void...

In matters of inhumanity, I am the authority among authorities. The efficiency of the human body is far too low. If you like, I can even decompose your legs; that biomass is enough to generate a smooth, mirror-like snake tail for crawling.

Can't understand? That's right! If you could understand, I'd suspect you're some kind of fake Yellow Skins.

I will bestow upon you the surname Wayne; from this day forward, you shall be called Jeanne Kyle Wayne.

Now tell me, what do you want to do?

I want to pick up trash.

"Hey, you unlucky kid, you're such a delight! You've actually mastered the true essence of Atlas without any instruction. It would be an injustice if a good boy like you didn't Atlas."

Unexpectedly, she encountered such a fine piece of material. Jeanne instantly unleashed Mordred's know-it-all side, kicking open the door and lunging towards the distant pile of garbage:

"Come on, come on! Garbage collecting is a great art! See that Scavengers staring at you with ill intent? Go over there and kill him, then all his stuff will be ours!"

Just as Mordred was practicing on a new account to retrace his steps to the top, the spatial fluctuations he caused in the Physical World attracted an uninvited guest.

As the airtight valve opened, the Thunderhawk, clad in optical camouflage, appeared on the Hive City Wasteland.

Looking at the spatial fluctuations that were almost identical to those in the Stone Fortress archives, Azmodai was convinced that this must be a despicable trick used by the Fallen Angels to lure them, since they had indeed done it before.

"Those black pearls who are disliked by some, I will absolutely not let you go, after all:"

The First Legion No Secrets!