The Imperium Rules the World with Filial Piety

"Kid, I'm a refined and easy-going person. I wouldn't engage in racial discrimination. After all, I'm not some Chaos God."

"See those Daemon skeletons around here? I gave each of them a chance, so now I'm going to ask you a question. If you can answer it, I'll let you go; if you can't, you'll have to go inside me."

Although the blonde girl before him was riddled with weaknesses, Safiro felt a sense of oppression from the top of the food chain, like a mouse before a cat, making it tremble all over.

"Sir, although I'm just a Bloodletters, for some reason, I feel a sense of closeness when I see you. I'll answer whatever you ask. Perhaps you could have your men put down their guns? They're pointed at my head; I'm a little scared."

Mordred nodded, gesturing for the Dark Angels to put down their guns. He reached out and stroked the Bloodletters's rugged head, asking:

"I won't bully you. I can tell you're not exactly a bright person. Since that's the case, I won't ask you any academic questions. Do you know what your Blood God's real name is?"

"..."

In its final moments, the Bloodletters who called himself Safiro smiled with relief, and then, like all the Daemon in the Daemon Workshop, was drained of its life force by Mordred, leaving only a skeleton.

The originally faint, wispy Fel Energy expanded rapidly, propelling Mordred's power forward at an astonishing speed. However, after a week of frenzied absorption, Mordred came to a halt.

It's not that there aren't enough Daemon, it's just that Mordred doesn't want to repeat the same mistake. He ruined his character in the first playthrough, so he definitely wants to try something different in the second playthrough.

Last time, he was greedy and ended up getting a stomachache, which caused him to have his personality depleted for a full 10,000 years. This time, he needs to have a balanced diet.

Fortunately, the Dark Angels are a large and powerful family, and the Stone Fortress is full of treasures, including the very thing Mordred needs most right now—a Star God Fragment.

Inside the Stone Fortress, accompanied by high-ranking members of the Chapter, Mordred arrived at the Dark Angels' vault. Although it wasn't as grand as the Emperor's Vault of Wonders, it still retained the foundation of the former Legion's elder brother.

This is a prison divided by 13 Stasis Field, distributed by 23 energy harmonizing stabilizers, and equipped with two independent Plasma Reactor. It is a prime example of Brute Force prison, with a somewhat reminiscent of the Orks. Its prisoners are unstable lumps of metal churning with scorching bubbles.

Although it looked abstract, Mordred recognized the unfortunate fellow at a glance. After all, although Old Man Huang was despicable, he had never skimped on Mordred's food, feeding him only Void Dragon Head shavings.

"Your Highness, this is an ancient relic we discovered 7,000 years ago in a Tomb World. We picked it up because nobody wanted it." Oh, let me guess, were the personnel from the Second Company of the Chapter involved in that operation?

Azrael was a little confused, but his duty as Chapter Master compelled him to report truthfully, "Yes, Your Highness, the Dark Angels are different from other Chapter. The so-called 'Second Company Chapter' refers to Ravenwing, which is currently under the command of Grand Master Ravenwing Sammael, however—"

"But what?"

Mentioning this, Azrael immediately looked half-dead. That little expression, if it were in a TV series, would instantly tell you who was suffering the most.

"Your Highness may not know this, but Ravenwing is good in every way. Apart from his somewhat cruel style of doing things and his habit of peeling people's skin for no reason, he can be described as a model of the Chapter. He is also particularly tall. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the face of the Chapter."

But they have one strange habit: they like to steal.

Perhaps feeling that saying this might sound like speaking ill of someone behind their back, Azrael added, "But Your Highness, you can rest assured, Ravenwing only has a few quirks; he's certainly not a notorious villain like Blood Ravens."

"Your Highness, you don't know, those Blood Ravens are truly the worst of the worst. Of course, I'm not saying they're Fealty, no, the Blood Ravens are indeed somewhat Fealty."

According to ancient records, Blood Ravens first appeared in the Iron Hands. Its Chapter Master Tom Cruise had close ties with many Primarchs, and even we Dark Angels had a deep collaboration with him.

But I can say for sure that they are definitely not Prince Ferrus's offspring. Judging by their appearance, their Gene-Father is certainly no good either, most likely the Daemon Primarch Magnus, the Primarch, whose feet are oozing pus."

"Oh no, what if they have some kind of reason?"

Hearing Mordred still defending Blood Ravens, and seeing her genuine sincerity, Azrael was deeply Moved, which strengthened his resolve to make that choice.

"Your Highness, you are too kind. Ezekiel told me that I was also suffering greatly. If I hadn't met a kind priest on the Ascension Day of Sanguinius, I might have starved to death."

"No, why don't the other Primarchs have festivals after they die?"

Upon hearing this, Azmyow quickly grabbed Mordred's hand and comforted him:

"Your Highness, please stop pretending. I understand. Your arrival is a sign from the Emperor. We are currently in the Stygian System, so close to Baal. You even participated in the Second Imperium back then."

Now that Guilliman is back, it's definitely your turn. As for that unpleasant guy, let's just forget about him.

Mordred was completely confused. He felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Isn't this already a designer brand? What are you talking about?"

However, Asriel continued to deal damage.

"But Blood Ravens are different. They are really too evil. They even stole from me and then praised me to death, saying that I am a super genius."

Moreover, my inference is not without basis. First of all, their war cry is wrong, saying that knowledge is power and that it should be protected.

If this isn't enough to prove it, then they are merely a single Chapter, yet secretly possess an additional 500 Librarian and 1500...

Techmarine.

Those black Orks —no, those Black Templars at least put on an act, knowing to use the Eternal Crusade as an excuse—they've stopped even bothering to pretend.

And Father, don't think I'm joking. Their behavior is really too abstract. Stealing Xenos items is understandable, but they can't possibly steal from their own people, can they?

They even stole into the Imperial Palace, selling the Adeptus Custodes's motorcycles to White Scars, and then stealing the motorcycles from White Scars and selling them to Mechanicus.

The funniest thing was when the Ultramarines' Second Company Captain, Titus, called for reinforcements. Titus was even more abstract, and the reinforcements he summoned turned out to be Blood Ravens.

By the time we arrived to provide support, the Chaos Daemons were gone, the Orks were gone, and even the entire world's Forge Factory had been destroyed.

The temperature was -30 degrees Celsius. There wasn't a single piece of iron on Titus's body. The three of them were squatting in the corner with only their loincloths on. What was even more ironic was that there was a small stove in front of them.

But that wasn't the end of it. He was immediately reported by his own underlings and dragged naked to Thunderhawk. He's still serving his sentence at Blackshields.

The Blood Ravens Chapter is particularly strange. I personally witnessed them once glowing green and pinning Greater Daemon to the ground, hacking him to death. I also saw them trade one-for-one with Ork Boyz. It's hard to believe.

But this is only the unethical and unstable aspect; the most serious problem is their Collusion with Chaos. Their Librarian has actually betrayed them, and moreover, it's the Blood God.

At this point, Azrael chuckled to himself. As everyone knows, the Librarian is involved in Psychic Power warfare. If the think tank were to fall into Librarian, it would most likely be Tzeentch the usurper. The rest would either become rotten Canned One or perverted Canned One.

As for turning into mindless Canned One, others may not know, but Azrael saw one such example in the Dark Angels' files.

As for how this act of rebellion was quelled, Azrael was somewhat unsure, but according to rumors, Tom, who was then the Chapter Master, approached the Adeptus Custodes with a photograph, and then nothing more was done.

"Father, I feel like there's something off about the way you're looking at me!"

"Huh? How could that be? I'm not a petty person. What does Blood Ravens's immorality have to do with me? What do you mean by that? Do you have a problem with me?"

Mordred's face was indeed grim. He wondered how his legion had come to this state, but then he remembered that it was Tom's doing, so it wasn't surprising.

After all, even among the eccentric characters of Atlas, Tom is the most abstract one; he even peeked at Eldar taking a bath.

But none of that matters. What matters is that by eating this little snack, Mordred will have the resources to return to the Empire.

A jet-black viscous liquid, crackling with Emerald Lightning, emerged from Jeanne's body and spewed outwards at a rate completely disproportionate to Jeanne size, embedding itself into the device containing the Burning Shard.

As Mordred seeped in, cracks began to spread across the force field. The unstable molten metal, radiating scorching High Temperature, twisted and deformed, eventually transforming into half of a humanoid object that shone with brilliant starlight, resembling Aladdin's lamp.

Boom!

With a burst of fire, the 1.5-meter-tall fire giant raised its head, its face, twisted from Living Metal and materialized flames, perfectly mimicking a mocking sneer.

"Hahaha, I've been imprisoned for countless years, and now, I'm finally free!"

"Unstoppable, unyielding! From this moment forward, I will exact my revenge on those despicable slaves and traitors, and set the entire galaxy Burning Fiercely!"

"Goodbye, the Milky Way has it tough too, Burning Fiercely all the time. Have you ever thought about how it feels?"

Who is it?

The Burning One suddenly turned his head, a flaming cloak slung diagonally out, and looked at the lump of black mud at his feet, and then he felt hatred.

In terms of strength, the Burning One might be beaten to death by the Nightbringer; in terms of intelligence, the Burning One would be utterly crushed by the Void Dragon; and even in terms of eloquence, it is inferior to the Deceiver, the source of all evil, and has always been in a mediocre position.

But as the only free fragment in existence, the Burning One naturally donned the skin that had been peeled off by the Silent King Szarekh along with the Living Metal skin, as a decoration to showcase the prestige of the C'tan's vengeance.

After all, he was once a well-known and powerful C'tan. Although the Burning One had a fiery temper and had gained a lot of support from both the Ancient C'tan and Old Ones Saint factions, 90% of his fragments were used as batteries by the Silent King. This small fragment was also taken to the extreme.

But none of that matters; what matters is sophistication!

But looking at the black slime that dared to interrupt him, the Burning One was in a bit of a predicament.

First, the Burning One was certain that this was definitely not one of those pleasant-tasting Warp Entity. Although the Burning One was a C'tan, he was all too familiar with Warp Entity.

While I wouldn't say I'm extremely knowledgeable, I've certainly seen at least ten thousand, if not nine thousand.

In that vibrant era, when everything flourished, besides the intervention of the Old Ones, there were also a large number of naturally born Warp Entity.

These Warp Entity vary greatly in strength, ranging from the powerful Khaine, who was empowered by the Old Ones, to the Dog Emperor Goda, who occupies most of the galaxy. Some can even be compared to them and have absolute dominance within the Sea of Souls.

However, the weaker ones fared much worse; even the protected race was barely able to survive and could only become cannon fodder under the command of those Old Ones.

But if you were to say that the black slime in front of you is C'tan, it doesn't quite seem like one. It has a strong Warp, as strong as Warp fragment, but it also has the characteristics of C'tan. If you look at it suddenly, it is indeed C'tan.

It's like the C'tan are tigers, the Warp are Lion, and Mordred is a liger. Something doesn't quite fit either way, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

Who exactly are you?

These words seemed to have triggered some kind of switch, and even though Mordred was just a lump of black slime, he let out a loud, arrogant laugh:

"Ten thousand years, a full ten thousand years, and finally someone has asked me that question again."

Now I finally understand why Old Man Huang always had that bunch of useless Corn Elves around as a mood-maker. That's exactly what I've been waiting to hear!

Listen up, I am: Lord of Serenity, Father of Atlas, Legion Commander of the Burning Legion, Imperial Warmaster, Lord of the Dark Moon, Great Pioneer, Successor of the Old Ones, Fifth God of the Sea of Souls, Terminator Who Devours All Things, Imperium's Greatest Tech-Priest, Mushroom Demon King, Victorious in a Hundred Battles, the Galaxy's Coolest, Most Dominating, Most Evil, and Eternally Healthy Mordred!!!

Brother Yan Tou, it's me, Little Mo!

"..."

Azrael panicked, thinking, "Something's not right. Shouldn't it be Sanguinius? Ezekiel told me all this, so who is Mordred? And what about the Lord of Serenity? Shouldn't this be the Blood Ravens's homeworld? Oh no!"

Compared to Azrael's ashen face, the Burning One was less concerned with appearances, because he recognized a figure from Mordred's rapid-fire delivery—that clueless Void Dragon had always looked down on him:

"This place can't hold that many people. Stop insulting my extraordinary wisdom with your nonsense. Tell me, who are you? Were you sent by that triangular-headed idiot Void Dragon?"

"I won't repeat myself. Star God Fragment of your caliber isn't qualified to breathe on me. Azmyow, launch us out of here! This place is too small. I don't want to see Caliban shatter again."

As for you, bro, you smell so good!

"What?"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless fine tentacles erupted from Mordred's body, carrying indescribable memetic contamination that poured into the Burning One's body.

Faced with this threat, how could the Burning One possibly back down?

He saw through Mordred's intention to devour him, and the Burning One shared the same thought.

Compared to the Warp Chaos God, the Cosmic Star God born from the Physical World are more purely unequal; the law of the jungle is the fundamental logic of the entire Physical World.

The only price to pay is madness, but the current Burning One no longer have the luxury of making that choice.

Without any hesitation, after Mordred gave the order, Azrael immediately pressed the launch button, sending the entire containment device into the void.

On one side is Burning Head Captain, who once brought the flames of war to the Webway and completely changed the course of the War in Heaven.

On one side is Mordred, an extremely evil being that is indestructible, unyielding, and capable of corrupting the Chaos Gods!

Will they win? Yes, they will! After all, none of them are human.

In an instant, the cage that had imprisoned the Burning One melted away, and the concept of combustion in the Physical Laws was manifested to its fullest extent, with massive amounts of light and heat radiating out from all around the Burning One.

But Mordred was no ordinary being. The Fel Energy barrier blocked the critical High Temperature, and the distorted pollution from the higher-dimensional properties spread upwards. During the process of evaporation and dissolution, the black slime did not disappear, but instead turned into some kind of strange semi-energy entity and entered the Burning One's body.

The Physical Laws were distorted and modified by the Burning One, and then reset again by Mordred. If the once invincible Burning One were to appear in person, Mordred might be killed on the spot and resurrected again.

But now the Burning One is just a piece of debris that can't even be called a fragment. Mordred has been pulled, but its essence hasn't changed. The two are about the same.

"You bastard, let me go!"

"I won't let you go, my good brother. How can I live without you?"

"Is this how you treat your brothers?"

"Don't be so selfish. We're the Shield Hero of the Prison, let me have a lick."

What? You're saying you don't consider me your brother? Then I guess I'll just have to uninstall you.

The once-impressive clash of laws came to a complete halt. The Burning One was out of power, and Mordred was also exhausted. The two wrestled and struggled repeatedly in the void like stubborn lumps of earth.

Even the close-quarters wrestling is extremely abstract, with one being amorphous black slime and the other being ionized High Temperature molten lava, inevitably turning into a aimless war of attrition.

That's one of Mordred's goals; he's absolutely not afraid of anyone when it comes to health bars.

Fel Energy, born from the fusion of the Star God Power and the Warp Demonic Energy, is like a lump of cancer cells; once it attaches, it can never be completely eradicated. In this ebb and flow, Mordred quickly gained an absolute advantage.

"Guyi"

555 seconds later, the once invincible Burning One fell.

As the Burner was completely absorbed by Mordred, the Fel Energy that had originally appeared in the form of lightning began to change rapidly, eventually becoming a kind of scorching, viscous liquid that spewed out scorching, emerald-green fel fire.

The amorphous black slime disappeared, replaced by a long, slender dragon with four arms, a long tail, two wings, and a Great Maw, gaping maw.

Although this is the first step on the road to the top, this first step is the most difficult. Breaking through to one hundred assets in the midst of zero and one is simply a perfect start.

With its wings unfurled, Mordred could soar freely in the vast, empty sky, like a wild dog that had been confined at home and suddenly found itself on a prairie, running wild with abandon.

"Hehehe, I have everything I need!"

But to the Dark Angels peering out the window, there were no ferocious beasts running rampant; instead, there was a golden-haired Sanguinius reborn from the ashes in flames.

As Mordred regains some of her strength, the extraordinary charisma she inherited from the Yellow Skins begins to amplify once more, reaching a point where it distorts perception, allowing observers to witness the scene they most desire.

However, this exceptionally high level is not perfect. After all, Mordred sees the Emperor as a silly, greasy, middle-aged man, while Horus sees Emperor as anything. You never know how strange human XP can be.

After having enough fun, Mordred transformed into human form, except that her height shrank to three meters, she was basically no different from her former self.

After the power was allocated primarily to the Star God Power, Mordred grew considerably stronger, completely shedding his previous thin and frail appearance, and the crimson War Mark on his cheeks were fully illuminated.

Of course, Mordred's fashion sense has always been eccentric, and a vest and trench coat are indispensable.

As Grassland Illusion appeared, Mordred appeared in the Stone Fortress, surrounded by countless galloping Dog Angel.

Seeing the towering giant before them, the group of Dark Angels quickly swarmed around him. And you know what? In terms of appearance, Mordred and Zhuang Sen were actually quite compatible, which greatly eased the unease of some of the Dark Angels.

The only thing that disappointed Hakimi was that Mordred didn't have those iconic wings. After all, everyone loves Great Angel, and who wouldn't want such a perfect Primarch?

"Children, I'm back!"

"Father!"

"Calling me 'Associate' now feels a bit distant. To be honest, I am not your father. My Mordred Wayne, the second son of Old Man Huang, Lord of Atlas the Second Legion, Atlas."

Nemiel, do you remember me? I even treated you to a meal back in the day.

Upon hearing this, the Dreadnought elder named Nemiel stepped forward and carefully examined the Primarch before him.

The memory of being exiled by Mordred has been completely lost, but the One Proof of Eternity nature of the Warp God remains, and that memory and the Shen timeline must be erased.

But as Mordred was resurrected, the curse began to fade, and Nemiel began to recall parts of Joe's memories.

"War Master, you've finally returned, Ooh-hoo!"

Manipulating his Dreadnought body, Nemiel pounced on Mordred, wailing and ranting, and frantically tattling, saying that his father was a heartless man who treated them like Rangdan, working them to the bone.

Now that you're finally back, you must stand up for us!

After calming down his old friends, Mordred turned to Azwell, who was standing to the side with a fawning expression, patted him on the head, and said:

"My good boy, be careful, Blood Ravens serves my offspring, and I serve that heinous, foot-sore Primarch you speak of..."

Before Mordred could finish speaking, Azwell grabbed Mordred's leg and shouted:

"Second Uncle, don't say anything more. I've wandered half my life without ever meeting a wise ruler. You're serving my own Second Uncle. As for Blood Ravens, he's serving my half-brother. We were just joking, don't take it seriously."

"To save his own life, he even called out his Second Uncle? Azmyow, you really amaze me!"

Mordred immediately declared, "With me here, that little piece of trash Zhuang Sen can't touch you. I am Brother Cai Shi. As for your little secrets, our First Legion No Secrets."

As for Shen Ta, hurry up Second Company over. I've been here for so long, and I still haven't seen my offspring.

Upon hearing this, Azrael fell silent, tightening his grip on Mordred's leg even more.

"Second Uncle, please don't be angry when I tell you, okay? I've already sent the Second Company out on a secret mission."

"Why would I be angry? You've already called me Second Uncle, why would I be angry? Wait, is this a secret?"

Mordred was horrified when he saw Azrael lying beneath him, his face pale.

"Nephew, you're so filial! Tell me when they went there?"

Three days ago.

"Oh no, Zhuang Sen, you have to hold on!"