The Primarchs' Era Bore Abundant Fruit.

The two suns, unique to the Stygian System, rose from the horizon, illuminating Baal, who had been reduced to utter ruins.

The warmth of the sun did not bring comfort, but it did help to ease the tension in the hearts of the people of Baal.

In war, all you have to do is cut down the bugs, but post-war reconstruction requires much more consideration, and that task is naturally left to the Ultramarines.

The Ultramarines Engineers, clad in toilet seat logos, began their work, clearing and exploring the post-war ruins and recycling and reconstructing any valuable waste.

Before the widespread adoption of Warp Engine, humanity could only rely on sub-light speed engines for physical colonization. During these 15,000 years of intense competition, humanity developed environmental modification technologies that could be described as fantastical.

So much so that even after enduring the Iron Men Rebellion, the Federation's internal strife, the Old Night Era, and even the warlord era that lasted for 10,000 years, this environmental modification technology has not been lost.

Even as the Empire's technology declines across the board, this technology has been innovated and become one of the few things the Empire can still boast about. As a result, any Adeptus Mechanicus Sage with a little skill can handle it; the only difference is the time it takes.

The widespread adoption of this technology is also thanks to the three planetary modification ships that Mordred built back then. In order to compete for these three ships, the Mars headquarters and the other Forge World fought tooth and nail, and finally agreed to jointly develop and share them equally.

Those three massive modified ships, comparable to the Gloriana-class Battleship, became a microcosm of an era.

Looking at the Space Marine clearing the ruins, using their brute strength to become miniature excavators and searching for survivors, Mordred finally sighed and said with a sour tone:

"In the past, Atlas could have completed Baal's reconstruction in just one Terra week, using 30% of the Legion's resources for saturation reconstruction, and spreading it out from Baal to the entire Stygian Sector."

Within ten years, the Stygian Sector can be completely transformed, becoming an imperial stronghold no less important than the Serenity.

"But brother, those things are all in the past."

"Yes, it's all in the past."

Mordred looked at Guilliman grinned foolishly. His missing front tooth was so conspicuous, and coupled with his bruised and swollen face, it would be an understatement to say that he didn't look like a ruler.

As for Zhuang Sen, he looked much more dashing. After some grooming, he transformed back into that handsome middle-aged man.

The three Primarchs sat by the city wall, the rising sun casting long shadows of them. All three had blond hair, but their appearances and states were quite different.

Despite being the eldest, Zhuang Sen, the Lion King, had the most relaxed mindset. After slumbering for millennia, he had achieved enlightenment and was now indifferent to everything, abandoning all thought altogether.

It was this carefree attitude that allowed the aging Lion King to regain his former glory, becoming more deadly and more rational than he had been ten thousand years ago.

Guilliman, the Tenth Brother, may appear young, but he is in the worst mental state. Just one look at him gives the impression that he is about to die suddenly.

Guilliman had been awake for almost ten years, but in those few short years, Guilliman felt he had suffered more than the empire he had ruled for a thousand years, and even developed forehead wrinkles.

It was unfortunate, really. Guilliman had a good night's sleep, but it came at a price. He kicked his legs, closed his eyes, and woke up to find that he was the most powerful fighter in the Empire.

The empire, which has been dormant for millennia, has seen its Combat Power plummet, and I've become its main source of Combat Power!

Moreover, what awakened him was a Xenos, with several dead children floating around in the sky, chanting incantations. Only Guilliman could remain calm; otherwise, he would have run away long ago.

Perhaps because the Empire was such a cesspool, Guilliman's premature aging tendency stopped instantly after drawing two SSR brothers. Even after being beaten up for three days and three nights, he couldn't stop the joy from the inside out.

After all, Guilliman was no longer alone.

As for Mordred, after experiencing a series of setbacks, he had become indifferent. He was like a soldier when he stood there and a maggot when he lay down. His lazy and indifferent nature was overwhelming, and nothing could stimulate him anymore.

But seeing his brother acting all high and mighty while he was lounging on the city wall sunbathing like a couch potato, Guilliman didn't want things to be like that. He wanted his good brother to help him with the work.

"Brother, is your Atlas gone?"

"Interesting. If you're going to talk, then say more. Do you believe I'll kick you off the platform?"

Guilliman said, "Second Brother, you've misunderstood. I didn't mean to provoke you. It's just that Atlas is dwindling in numbers. Why don't you come back to Terra with me? I'll provide the troops for Atlas Terra you do."

After saying that, Guilliman looked at Zhuang Sen and said, "Brother, don't worry. Ever since you disappeared, I've been personally keeping the Warmaster Position for you."

Isn't this a coincidence? Now that the three of us are together, it's perfect timing to "establish the First Empire, right?"

"Brother, look what you're saying! What empire? The empire doesn't even exist!"

"Well, since Zhuang Sen and Dante have already formed the Second Imperium, you can go play with that Yellow Skins yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Guilliman immediately did a 180-degree turn, stating that the Second Imperium was the true legitimate human race, and that he didn't know who the Yellow Skins was. He added, "You say he's my father? What father? My father is King Konnor. We're the real brothers."

To get his brother to eat some shit, Guilliman even turned down Yellow Skins.

Mordred and Zhuang Sen were speechless. What could they do after things had come to this point? Of course, they chose to forgive him. After all, he was their own brother; they couldn't just watch him suffer alone, could they?

Then Guillimambo gave the two of them a big surprise.

"What? Those Vermin actually ignore you, saying you've forgotten your roots and are Ambition? Don't they know that only we can call you ambitious?!"

"Zhuang Sen is right. Although you, Guilliman, made a series of blunders and accomplished something that those four useless bastards couldn't do, turning the Empire into a pile of shit code."

But only we can scold you, beat you, and assault you. How dare they do such a thing? They must be crazy!

Especially that Collusion with Xenos, that's complete slander. It's one thing to say that about me, since I actually did it, but how could you, Guilliman, possibly Collusion with Xenos?"

Their eyes met, and seeing Guilliman's slightly evasive gaze, Mordred and Zhuang Sen's eyes instantly sharpened:

"Guilliman."

"Brother, I didn't have an affair with Xenos, that's slander!"

The Lion King remained silent, staring intently at Guilliman. But Mordred, upon hearing this, was wide awake. He pulled Guilliman close, his tail wagging, and asked:

"Tenth Brother, you can't lie. We asked about collusion, but you said it was adultery. If you had nothing to hide, you would never do that."

I've heard that a noblewoman went through countless hardships to reach Macragge and awaken you with a kiss of true love; she's a rather wealthy Eldar Girl.

"Well, Guilliman, I never knew someone with your thick eyebrows and big eyes would have such a hobby. I knew something was off about you a long time ago. Back when I took you to the massage parlor, you were more enthusiastic than anyone else."

Even with his helmet covering his face, Guilliman felt incredibly embarrassed that the guards accompanying them were eavesdropping.

"No, these are all rumors. My relationship with the Death Guard is merely one of cooperation. You all know me; I am mortal with the Xenos. Why would I cooperate with Xenos if the situation weren't dire?"

As for Ephraime, she's just an ordinary Aeldari Archon, and she even has that ridiculously high ponytail. I hate high ponytails the most, believe me."

However, Mordred and Zhuang Sen didn't believe it. Others might not know, but how could they not? That guy Guilliman, never lied, and he was quite rigid and efficient in his words and actions.

If it didn't look like a human, you'd think it was some kind of EceI spreadsheet that had come to life!

In the past, he wouldn't have bothered to explain, but now that he's saying so much, he must be hiding something.

The two of them immediately set aside Guilliman and began to discuss whether it was appropriate to marry Guilliman off. In the end, they found that it was a good deal, and not only that, they could even make a profit.

Atlas was able to rise to power thanks to the resistance he inherited from Mordred, but what truly allowed Atlas to develop so wildly was the Eldar Girl, Kialan.

It was thanks to the defection of this group of Aeldari Corsair that Atlas was able to obtain a small piece of the Webway map, and this small piece of the Webway map increased Atlas's freight transport efficiency many times over.

"Wow, Guilliman, you're really something. You managed to win over the Aeldari without lifting a finger. If I had known, I should have suggested a marriage alliance when you were Lord Regent. Maybe the Empire would be racing ahead of us on the Webway by now."

"Yes, that's true. Guilliman may not have much else, but its appearance is certainly appealing. I even suspect the Yellow Skins wouldn't object. This deal is too profitable."

Thinking of this, even Zhuang Sen couldn't help but chuckle, and then raised a rather intriguing topic:

"Mordred, do you think Primarch can reproduce through mating?"

"Zhuang Sen, what are you saying? I'll get angry if you say another word!"

Guilliman's threat was meaningless, Mordred immediately began a serious analysis. "No, you're just spreading rumors. I swear on my honor that Aeldari and humans are reproductively isolated."

Moreover, even without reproductive isolation, I cannot imagine that scene, considering that the Aeldari's mating cycle is measured in months.

But then again, our Guilliman is the Primarch, so his hardware is absolutely reliable, and his prestige is off the Warp, he'd be a demigod.

From the perspective of occult symbolic rituals, it's not impossible.

However, compared to this probabilistic issue, I prefer Genetic Modification. As long as I have genetic samples from both parties, Guilliman, you can completely trust my technical capabilities."

The thought of this unprecedented Blasphemous Experiment ignited Mordred's passion; his scientific spirit Burning Fiercely, and he couldn't help but hum softly.

"Who wants to believe your technical skills? What are you so proud of? I've already said I have nothing to do with Ephraime. I've had enough of you all."

"Radish, are you calling me?"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone looked towards the elevator, where a tall figure appeared before them.

Mordred's first thought was of that dazzling blond hair, and he couldn't help but think of Yellow Skins weasel's inexplicable obsession with gold.

What Zhuang Sen noticed first was the other person's clothing: a blue undershirt with a U-shaped mark, worn over a traditional Macragge robe.

The atmosphere instantly became cheerful. Mordred was laughing, Zhuang Sen was laughing, and even the Space Marine inside their helmets were laughing, only Yvraine looked completely bewildered.

As for Guilliman, he was now in a situation where he couldn't clear his name even if he jumped into the galaxy. Seeing the Aeldari Archon approaching, he immediately erupted in a sharp, explosive roar:

"Croak—Don't come any closer!"

Everyone knows Guilliman is innocent, but that doesn't matter. What matters is how satisfying it is to see Guilliman break through defenses.

While everyone was laughing and enjoying the show, news of the battle from Baal reached Holy Terra.

Looking at the information sent by the Astropathic Court, especially the two Primarch highlighted in it, all the High Lord Councilors looked grim.

For them, one Guilliman was already troublesome enough, but now there are two more Primarch, one of whom has no record of anything, making it impossible to target them.

But they were still troublesome. In the eyes of these councilors, the Primarchs were nothing more than a bunch of larger Space Marine. To borrow the words of Abaddon, the great enemy of the Empire, the era of the Primarchs was over.

How come you're not only not finished, but have actually reaped abundant rewards?

These outdated things should be swept into the dustbin of history and turned into idols for people to worship. What's wrong with being gods? Why did you come back?

The Five Great Sectors of this empire are all on the shoulders of our councilors. Without us, there would be no empire. But that's fine too, let's show you old fogies what we're capable of.

After all, the God-Emperor is on our side; we are the extension of the God-Emperor's will.

Soon, thirteen star messages were sent from Holy Terra, ordering the Expeditionary Force to return home.