This is all my money!!!

"What? Guilliman, that bastard, actually ate the child of a childless family! How could he be so wicked?"

"Who says otherwise!"

Watching Mordred jumping around, Zhuang Sen frowned deeply, and his sighs seemed genuine. If someone didn't know the situation, they might think that it was he, the Dark Angels, who had been devoured without a trace.

"Brother, you've eaten everything I left behind? You didn't leave me a single thing. That was enough to arm three star sectors. The weapons and equipment would have lasted three or four years during the Great Crusade, and you're telling me it's all gone?"

"Yes, all the massive amount of supplies you left in the Webway are gone. At that time, the empire was in ruins and there were countless rebellions even in the Sol Sector."

Chaos fought the Xenos, the Xenos fought the Empire, and the Empire fought Chaos. Nobody knew who they were fighting, they were just constantly at war, and they were all fighting to the point of madness.

Furthermore, after you disappeared, all our memories of Atlas vanished, and the logistical system of our once-mighty legions completely collapsed. Left with no other choice, Guilliman had to resort to those supplies as a makeshift solution."

"All emergency response?"

"Yes, not a single penny left!"

At this point, the Lion King, with a helpless expression, dropped the bombshell first:

"Brother, I'm not lying to you. Although Guilliman is the first 'Hunger,' I also used those supplies. Several of us used them, but there was no other way. You know, the Iron Hands was decimated. The entire legion only had about 100 people left, Ferrus was practically half of them. They went from the Iron Hands to the Iron Heads."

Zhuang Sen has said so, what can Mordred do? Although he is indeed greedy, he is not the kind of person who is unreasonable.

Money can be earned back, and things can be made again. Mordred could only comfort himself with this reasoning, after all, things are meant to be used, as long as they are not wasted.

Even so, Mordred was still furious; it was all his money!

"Sigh~"

With a sigh, Mordred collapsed onto the sofa, chugging three bottles of orange juice before recovering. But before Zhuang Sen could think he'd finally gotten away with it, he saw Mordred jump up again and grab his shoulder.

"Brother, it's alright!"

"Although the main source of income is gone, I still have countless small coffers within the galaxy. Although they are scattered, as long as I can retrieve these supplies, I can still restore the glory of Atlas."

The previous agreement remains unchanged; I'll still give you 20%, but you have to help your brother out!

After saying that, Mordred took out a star map and handed it to Zhuang Sen. He had marked it from memory. It included 13 large warehouses, 169 medium warehouses, 2167 small warehouses, and 5 Forge Starport. The list also detailed the material composition of these warehouses.

Even the largest number of small warehouses, in this day and age, could feed a standard Chapter to its heart's content, and some even contain warships.

As promised by Mordred, 20% of it would be his, but looking at the star map, Zhuang Sen felt no excitement whatsoever. Instead, he felt even more guilty, and cold sweat broke out on his brow.

"How about we forget about it? Now that the Great Rift has opened, we're still in the Imperium Nihilus. Warp Voyage is entirely based on luck. Instead of going through all that trouble to dig for the Vault, you might as well just stay with the Dark Angels."

My offspring are your offspring, use them as you please. Didn't you want the First Legion the most? Wouldn't it be wonderful if we governed it together?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can we allow outsiders to interfere in the affairs of an army commander?"

Something's not right. Something's nine-tenths wrong. Looking at Zhuang Sen, whom even the Co-Government Chapter had mentioned, Mordred had a feeling that this guy was hiding something from him.

Zhuang Sen is extremely concerned about his image; even if you have a good relationship with him, he would never make such a decision. Therefore:

"Zhuang Sen, are you hiding something from me? And I haven't even used the word 'secret treasure' yet. What is a secret treasure?"

"Hide and seek? Aren't those treasure spots that suddenly appear all over the galaxy? Father, have you forgotten that you used to send us all over the galaxy to dig for treasure?"

Just thinking about Zabriel makes me angry. Back in the day, the galaxy was full of treasures, but not only did we not find anything, we also handed them all over to Guilliman.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Sen wished he could smash Zabriel's head open, but he had no chance. Mordred, the strongman, grabbed him and pinned him to the ground.

"You bastard, why are you being so kind? You've been waiting for me here, have you? Tell me honestly, what happened to my warehouse worlds?"

"I don't know, I don't know, Guilliman ordered me to do it."

Seeing that this guy still dared to be disobedient, Mordred went up and punched Zhuang Sen hard in the waist twice.

The thought that he might lose all his savings for his funeral made Mordred tremble with rage, and he gradually lost his humanity, biting at Zhuang Sen's head.

This scene nearly scared everyone to death. It wasn't that the Lion King was in mortal danger, but it was just too terrifying. Anyone would be frightened to see a big guy biting people like a wild dog.

Furthermore, Mordred is possessive of her food and bares her teeth when she sees people approaching.

The massive, rotating teeth relentlessly gnawed at Zhuang Sen's skull, Mars and blood splattering everywhere. Zhuang Sen wanted to escape but couldn't, and could only writhe frantically on the ground.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Second Uncle, please let go! Father's disfigured!"

Seeing that they couldn't pull them apart or persuade them otherwise, the group of Dark Angels had no choice but to call in four Dreadnought to grab their Good Father by the legs and pull him out.

It's only thanks to Mordred's current weakened state that she could have easily bitten off Zhuang Sen's skull in the past.

With everyone's strenuous efforts, Zhuang Sen was finally able to see the light of day again, but his once unruly and cool hairstyle was now patched up, looking like it had been chewed by a dog.

Seeing that Mordred still wanted to bite, the Lion King quickly retreated, wiping the saliva from his face as he roared:

"Stop, calm down first, I'll talk, I'll talk, okay?"

"Don't lie to me. If you do, I'll settle accounts with the other brothers, and you'll be in big trouble."

With things having come to this point, Zhuang Sen had no choice but to confess everything he knew, leaving no stone unturned.

When Mordred heard that his inventory had been twisted into a treasure trove during the dimensional collision and then completely looted by the Empire, his blood boiled and his mind went blank.

But that wasn't the end of it. When he asked about the reserve soldiers that Serenity had transferred out, even worse news came: Zhuang Sen said that all those people who came from who-knows-where had been assigned to the Son of the Emperor and White Scars, who were nearby.

"So, not only have I lost my life savings, but you've also completely squandered the technical talent I painstakingly trained?"

"No, I really didn't eat a single bite. You have no idea what a mess the Empire was in back then, and as the Warmaster, I had to prioritize the overall situation."

Apart from the first wave that ate the rest, I didn't dare touch any of your people or supplies; I handed them all over to the Empire.

In the end, I gained nothing, the Caliban hated me, the Legion split, and even our homeworld was destroyed. I was the most unlucky one.

Before Zhuang Sen could finish speaking, Mordred felt everything go black before her eyes and collapsed to the ground amidst the gasps of the crowd, her cerebral blood vessels bursting and plunging her into a coma.

"Aaaaaah, my money!"