Azmyow: Face the Lion with an Open Heart!

Mordred had no idea how much of a Crown Prince his scheme would cause, but even if Mordred did, he wouldn't care.

He wasn't as unlucky as Zhuang Sen, and the place where he was shattered wasn't his Serenity hometown. Instead of thinking so much, he should eat and drink as usual and recover his strength as soon as possible.

After all, strength is the only reason to be king. With Mordred's current strength, which is only enough to fight against pheasants, he wouldn't even dare to return to the Empire.

Who knows if, on his way back to the empire, a giant hand might descend from the sky and abduct him?

It's one thing if Old Man Huang appears, but what if it's one of those four? With Mordred's small frame, he'd be captured and enslaved!

The Nurgle fat man is alright except for his stench. As for the Tzeentch birdman, ever since he regurgitated Carlos, Mordred has been particularly missing his good brother. If they could rekindle their romance, it would be a wonderful thing.

But if Mordred falls into Slaanesh's hands, she'll be set for life.

Even Mordred was glad that she had completely deleted her account back then. If she had accidentally left a trace that Slaanesh had picked up, she might have been exploited for 10,000 years and turned into Purple Mood Kiya!

Surely no one thinks Slaanesh is just about lust, right? The most important thing is the word "slave" in her name. Just thinking about it makes Mordred feel a tightness in her anus. Even if she's in a good Purple Mood, she might still suffer the ultimate humiliation.

As for the Khorne, although they are the most normal in comparison, Mordred is the Khorne. After all, it's a messy situation, and he can't be their creator, master, friend, offspring, and enemy all at the same time.

Upon closer examination, this relationship is even more complicated than that between Zhuang Sen and Luther.

This is only the external cause; the internal problems are an even bigger mess. Mordred is now just a figurehead with the title of Primarch but no Primarch power. He doesn't even dare to contact Tom. His appearance now is only harming them.

Think about Prison Eleven. Without power, they would only be captured and used as ruthless breeding machines. Blood Ravens simply couldn't withstand that kind of malice.

Therefore, Mordred's best course of action right now is to continue acting, gathering information while secretly indulging in Warp snacks to build up her strength.

Even when stealing food, Mordred didn't dare to be reckless. He had ended up like this because of his gluttony, so he had to maintain a balanced diet.

"But isn't this taking a bit too long? Is Azmodai's Star-whisper Transmission reliable at all? Why not use the Divine Seal Network?"

Hearing the Primarch's urging, Azmodai put down the fried chicken in his hand and explained, "Your Highness, please don't worry. The aftershocks of the Great Rift have not yet dissipated, and the Chapter Master is definitely on his way here. This is normal."

I sent someone to send a telegram every 13 hours, so the news of your return to the Empire must have reached you.

As for the Divine Seal Network you mentioned, the Divine Seal Spire in the Alfrad System has long been shut down. It was dismantled and fragmented 1700 years ago as spare parts to supply the Sol Sector.

Azmodai's words once again shattered Mordred's understanding. Back then, he had spent countless resources to lay out the Divine Seal Network. It was one thing that you didn't continue laying it out, but you didn't even have the ability to maintain it.

"Sigh, I'm not surprised at all."

But then again, back then, many Forge World had production workshops to replicate the Divine Seal Spire. But then again, given the brain-dead mentality of those Mechanicus who want to hide all the good stuff, sharing technology was simply impossible.

I remember there's a foundry on the Oath of Loyalty, right? Take me there now.

Mordred glanced at Azmodai's incomprehensible gaze and kicked him.

"What are you looking at? Do you think I'm just a barbarian who knows how to wield swords and spears? The reason I became the Imperial Warmaster is because of my extraordinary wisdom!"

"Your sullen face makes me angry. What are the Iron Winged Sky Army doing? They haven't even preserved such important technology. I reckon you've probably forgotten the Icarus Protocol."

What is the Icarus Protocol?

Upon hearing this, Mordred smiled with relief. One of the original intentions of the First Legion's establishment was to curb the rampant growth of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

The Icarus Protocol not only included the First Legion, but also the Iron Hands and Atlas. The Three Legions planned to limit the Adeptus Mechanicus and gradually infiltrate and erode it.

But now this task has been forgotten. Luckily, I'm not the real Zhuang Sen, otherwise, if he knew, he'd probably slap me to death.

Following in Azmodai's footsteps, Mordred not only shared this ancient knowledge with them but also recounted how powerful the First Legion had been.

As the conversation went on, the topic began to veer off course, with Mordred expressing his dissatisfaction with the current Dark Angels, especially the Abstract Maneuver taken by Zhuang Sen after learning of his disappearance.

Although they wanted to say that Your Highness was insulting himself, the Dark Angels were all ashamed at Mordred's incessant rant.

This feeling of shame quickly faded because Mordred assigned them new jobs.

Because of Fera's incompetence, even though he invented the Divine Seal Spire, Mordred could no longer distort matter with his will to achieve the miracle of creating things from nothingness as he had done in the past.

But this is fine too, since there's nothing else to do anyway. Mordred can take this opportunity to teach them how to build the Divine Seal Spire, as for whether they can actually learn it.

Mordred said it wasn't a problem. "I can teach even the Ogryn to count. Surely even the dumbest Space Marine can build a hyperspace communications spire by hand?"

Three days later...

"TOM! Lazarus, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? Connector 73 has been offset by one nanometer, that's a whole nanometer! If your eyes are useless, you might as well donate them."

And you, Fellrus, with such a grand name, anyone who didn't know better would think you were the Primarch of the Iron Hands. Are you blind or crippled? Turning the reactor power up so high, are you trying to blow your own head off and become a headless Senior Sister?

Beautiful! Does it make your hands feel numb? You idiot, you didn't disconnect the power. If I see you messing around again, I'll break your Dog's Leg and stuff you into the Penance Mech to cosplay as Yellow Skins.

What do you mean I can't insult His Majesty? Then let me ask you, how do you know that the Yellow Skins is cursing the Emperor?

Mordred has a phobia of stupidity, but her tendency to be a know-it-all mitigates this. The only price is that these Dark Angels are constantly being scolded and occasionally kicked.

But for the Dark Angels, this punishment might actually be seen as a reward.

Another month passed in this shift-based life in the foundry workshop, and a miniature Divine Seal generator was finally successfully built, allowing Mordred to finally play video games.

Meanwhile, Azrael finally destroyed all non-existent data about that non-existent event and led the Dark Angels to the Alfrad System.

As they drew closer and the Oath of Loyalty became visible to the naked eye, even after destroying all the evidence, Azrael couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

After all, that's a lion! A ferocious Lion King that even the elders who have survived to this day find hard to describe in words. Would he just smash my head open with a single punch?

"Chapter Master, the connection has been successfully established. You may begin your journey now!"

"Ezekiel, do you think I can walk to the other side alone?"