Terra is Still a Bit Too Urbanized (8K)

As one of the empire's traditional arts, rewarding those who have contributed to the war is absolutely essential.

The way to reward merit is also very simple and people-friendly: a victory parade is held, people are promoted and given titles, and if conditions permit, the planet's inhabitants are given a few days off or some good food, so as to achieve the effect of sharing the joy with the people.

Although this way of celebrating may sound like something outdated, similar to giving out rice, flour, and oil during holidays, it is the most simple and unpretentious way to unite the people.

On the other hand, it also served as a deterrent, preventing some fools from taking advantage of the chaos to cause trouble during years of great disaster.

The Battle of Baal lasted two and a half years, and nearly 3 billion people were lost on Baal Prime alone. At most, only 1 billion people with healthy arms and legs remained, and they were mostly the elderly, women, and children.

As for the outer Stygian Sector, the situation was even worse. After all, it was the main battlefield, and the enemy was the Tyran, Xenos that would eat and take everything. More than half of the population of the entire sector was wiped out in an instant.

What's even more hellish is that, because the population base was instantly halved, the residents of the sector no longer had to worry about food. Even the local governors who were originally going to be punished by Mordred lost a large number of lives on the front line of fighting the Swarm.

If you were to say how Vermin those regional governors were, they certainly Vermin. But if you were to say they Fealty, they could also hold their ground when the Swarm arrived, and their entire families could be loyal to the country.

It's abstract, but that's what an empire is like—a dilapidated house that's rotten to the core, but if someone dares to kick it, countless Han Dynasty will spring out and kick you in circles.

But the frontline soldiers only need to focus on fighting; the three Primarchs, on the other hand, have much more to think about in terms of how to deal with this mess.

Fortunately, there Ultramarines Tin Can Kid. After the Tyranid were defeated, Guilliman immediately deployed his men to every world to maintain stability.

Dante, the seasoned veteran, lived up to expectations. Unlike the others, he didn't berate the Ambition Ultramarines their ambitions. Instead, he got the Blood Angels to cooperate actively.

As for Mordred, he returned to his old ways, using his 182 Atlas as the backbone, and drawing Techmarine, Mechanicus, and a company from the Three Legions to recycle scrap metal.

We'll use the salvaged supplies to repair and rebuild the starport, and then bring over those abandoned ships floating in space for a second reconstruction.

Although Mordred possesses both striking beauty and extraordinary wisdom, even the most skilled cook cannot make a meal without ingredients, and the head of logistics cannot create something out of nothing.

It's impossible to completely refurbish a spaceship; it's practically scrap metal now, with its keel broken into several pieces. Instead of wasting time and effort on refurbishment, it's better to embrace the spirit of the Orks and create a heavily modified, knock-off version.

The general idea is that after recovering the wreckage of a cruiser, you can create a destroyer and still have some left over. Then you can use one ship to make up for the losses and slowly accumulate enough to build up a ship.

Even the scrap materials that are completely unusable will not be wasted. After all, they are materials used on warships, so their quality is guaranteed. After being recycled, they can be used to repair ground vehicles and even space fighters.

As for what to do with those damaged ground vehicles and infrastructure? They were directly converted from military to civilian use. The chassis of the Roboute Guilliman was used to make a tractor, the remains of the knights were used to make construction machinery, and even the Titan power claw was taken off by Mordred and turned into a bulldozer.

In short, as long as you don't give up, there are always more solutions than problems. Making do is better than having nothing. Even a shell casing can be turned into a kitchen knife by Mordred. She is a master of thrift and frugality.

Master Mordred has the skills, but his problem is that he doesn't have the manpower. The group of Techmarine and Mechanicus who were transferred here lacked skills, or rather, they lacked status.

According to the Mars altar's class system, only those who become sages can be considered human; everyone else is considered consumable. Most of these tech lads belong to the Enginseer class, a class of beasts of burden above slaves and below humans.

Now that a Primarch is personally instructing them and even intends to recruit apprentices, it would be foolish not to seize such a powerful opportunity. The two sides immediately hit it off.

The two Primarchs and Dante were indifferent to Mordred's cannibalism. After all, Atlas was now dwindling in population, so it was a form of compensation for their Second Brother. Besides, there were their own Techmarine among the apprentices, who could also learn some skills.

Seeing that his good brothers all had something to do, Zhuang Sen felt he had to prove himself, so Guilliman arranged a good job for him. His job was simple: the Great Purge.

Letting Lion King manage logistics might be a stretch, and asking him to handle tasks would be asking too much of him, but when it comes to Great Purge, Lion King is definitely the right fit.

Anyone who dares to take advantage of the chaos and cause trouble will be taught a lesson by the Dark Angels: what truly makes the Empire's premier Riot Squad so formidable.

Even if you wanted to hide it, you couldn't. You have a little secret? Coincidentally, we Dark Angels love little secrets the most. If you admit it, fine. If you dare not admit it, the Stone Fortress welcomes you. Release Azmodai.

Mordred just happened to be short of experimental subjects to create Servitor; they wouldn't even be allowed to die, they'd all be turned into Servitor for labor reform.

It's no wonder that Guilliman was overjoyed to meet Mordred and Zhuang Sen. With these three young punks together, he had everything he needed: logistics, administration, and, of course, military strength. They even had the Imperial Guards with them.

Their personalities are also quite complementary: Mordred is cunning and treacherous, Zhuang Sen is ruthless, Guilliman Ambition, and even Dante is a wise and experienced man. It can be said that a group of wise men, young and old, have gathered together.

Perhaps feeling that the efficiency was not fast enough, the four immortals discussed it and then had their subordinate Astartes transform into a civil engineer. "You bunch of idiots, stop wrestling passionately in the Duelling Cage and cosplaying as Dark Tong Dawei. Get out of here and beat the ashes!"

In this vibrant state, where everything seemed to flourish, the Stygian Sector regained its production capacity in just six months.

Especially with Mordred's technical support, the starch production machine that had once earned Atlas his first fortune was recreated. While the food wasn't the best, at least everyone could have enough to eat.

The security situation was impeccable; people didn't even pick up lost items on the street, which was considered a small matter. Everyone was saying that they could never repay the Primarch's kindness, and that Commander Dante was a virtuous man who saved the collapsing edifice.

Don't ask why the security situation is so good; Mordred's Servitor production line has been expanded into a factory, and they've started to innovate, turning the Servitor into flesh-and-blood mecha girls.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, after six months of frantic infrastructure construction, a victory parade was launched, with a small-scale military review held on the Baal.

The happiest person at this kind of celebration, instead of the Blood Angels, was the Dark Angels. In fact, Azmodai didn't even want to participate at first, and then Mordred gave him a thorough dressing-down.

"Kid, are you stupid? Why do you have to force me to slap you when everyone else is happy? You're not proactive in showing off, there's something wrong with your thinking. Now is your time to shine, but you're backing down."

What? Do you think we should be the guardians behind the scenes, the Fealty protectors of dark secrets? This kind of mentality is typical of trying to suffer without experiencing hardship.

You guys are just despicable. I even suspect that Dark Angels has been genetically modified by Perturabo. You're just wallowing in self- Moved. No, you're not even as good as Pepe. At least Pepe learned his lesson after I beat him up.

Speaking of which, it reminds me of that idiot Luojia actually established Imperial Cult and became its pope! That brat flying around in the sky makes me sick to my stomach. When I catch her, I'll beat her until she peees herself."

After being thoroughly berated by Mordred, none of the Dark Angels' high-ranking members dared to speak. They actually wanted to go up and show off, but they were even more afraid—afraid that the Lion King wouldn't allow it.

Mordred was speechless at this cowardly behavior of wanting something but not daring to do it, but he couldn't vent his anger because he knew why.

Despite being called the Death Angel and being super-cyborgs, the Space Marine are essentially a bunch of brats, each with their own set of personality flaws.

After all, they were teenagers when they underwent the transformation, and then they started fighting and have been fighting ever since. They are just like Magnus, possessing strength and wisdom but lacking a normal set of values.

"Something's not right!" Mordred suddenly realized something was amiss. She thought, "If you're all being stubborn, why are you looking for me? Shouldn't you be looking for Zhuang Sen?"

Mordred instantly understood: these Canned One weren't brainless, they were far too intelligent. They might not dare to speak to Zhuang Sen, but that didn't mean they wouldn't dare to speak to him.

Sure enough, Mordred looked up and saw those pitiful puppy-like eyes, which made him laugh.

"Sigh~ I just can't do anything with you guys. Tsundere is outdated. Now, directness is the way to go. Come with me, I'll take you to your parents."

"Yay! Second Uncle, you're the best to us!"

"It's good to prohibit it."

Bringing this group of problem children to Zhuang Sen, and after Mordred's scathing remark, even the Lion King was dumbfounded. He had never experienced anything like this before; usually, Luther managed the legion's internal affairs for him.

"Am I really that bad in your eyes? I'm not some barbarian. Just tell me what's going on directly. It's not like I'm going to smash your heads in."

"Pfft."

"Who? Who's laughing? Nemiel, I heard you. You were just like this 10,000 years ago. If you dare to undermine me again, I'll smash your skull in."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Sen chuckled at his own unconscious remark. If it were ten thousand years ago, he might have continued to be a saint, taking pride in the saying that Fealty is the greatest reward.

But times have changed. It was this arrogance that sparked the Dark Angels' civil war. He didn't want to repeat the same mistakes; he just wanted the Dark Angels to return to their former glory and, incidentally, to find and avenge himself on the bastard who blew Caliban to pieces.

"Get out of here. Go wherever you want, but remember we are the First Legion, the big brother of all legions. Show our might and don't embarrass us."

Upon hearing this, the group of Dark Angels scattered like birds and beasts. Compared to their previous cautiousness, Zhuang Sen was much more satisfied with their current relaxed demeanor.

And so, a victory parade unfolded in Baal, with the four legions entering in turn amidst cheers and shouts from the crowd.

Then Guilliman and Dante were stunned, because they discovered that there were their own men in Atlas's phalanx, and the paint wasn't even dry yet.

"Isn't this my Second Company Captain?" ×2

"What do you mean, your Second Company Captain? I won't say anything about Dante being young, Dante Guilliman, have you been blinded by that Eldar Girl? These are clearly my offspring; I am their father."

Dante was speechless, Guilliman had something to say but couldn't utter it, and only Zhuang Sen watched from the side with a sinister look on his face, his smile more difficult to suppress than Bolter.

[That's it! That's exactly the feeling—wanting to curse but unable to. No one can escape the rain I've been caught in, hahaha.]

Excluding Hakimi, who has become a comedian, the entire military parade was still commendable, but none of that matters. What matters is the rewarding of those who performed meritorious service after the parade.

As a powerful melody began, the Lion King took the stage first, pulled out a list, and started reading it aloud. Everyone whose name was called came forward to be awarded a medal by Mordred.

The entire awarding ceremony lasted a full four hours, and Space Marine, Astra Militarum, Planetary Defense Force, and even Planetary Governor' Model Builders were among those honored.

Then came the investiture ceremony, which was presided over by Dante, the local lord, who bestowed titles upon a series of young nobles.

After all, the Battle of Baal resulted in heavy casualties, with local officials either dead or wounded, and the Dark Angels had cleansed them from beginning to end, leaving plenty of positions available for reshuffling. It was the perfect time for a major reshuffle.

Don't think that spending a fortune to buy a horse's bones is mercenary. On the contrary, in an empire, a regime that embodies all the dregs of humanity, this is the most efficient system and can greatly boost the morale of the people.

After all, putting everything else aside, would you take the position of county magistrate if I offered you the job? If I were offered the position, Corgi would be grinning from ear to ear. Forget about being a county magistrate, I'd even be willing to be the mayor.

There's no way around it; the Baal people are just too eager to progress.

With the investiture ceremony concluded, the last to appear was Guilliman, the Regent of the Imperial Regent.

Guilliman lived up to expectations, much like his father, and began with a long and tedious speech. If it weren't for the large number of public toilets built beforehand, the entire 13-hour speech might have made people burst to urinate.

Even so, everyone listened patiently, simply because Guilliman was not only eloquent but also offered tangible benefits.

The first step is to assert sovereignty, stating that Baal and the area surrounding the Tartarus Sector are an integral and sacred part of the Empire, and also a bridgehead for the Dark Empire.

For this, the Blood Angels will receive a series of privileges, the most important of which is that they will not have to strictly adhere to the Astartes Codex and will be promoted from Chapter to Legions.

All eligible young men who survived this battle need no further testing; your actions have already proven your Fealty to the Empire, and you can all enlist to become part of the Blood Angels.

After relaxing restrictions on legion organization and conscription, Guilliman further liberalized fiscal and tax policies, granting the Tartarus Sector a full 100 [units of currency].

The year saw a special tax exemption, and Dante was bestowed the title of Archlord of the Blood Angels, establishing the Dark Side Second Imperium Provisional Government, which was governed by the Regent of the Dark Side.

If this treatment were given to Huron, he would probably be laughing in his sleep. Unlike Dante, he has no desire to be Regent of the Dark Side or a great lord; he just wants to retire.

Taking this opportunity, Guilliman also promoted the Primaris Conversion of Space Marine, which was not mandatory but entirely voluntary. However, he also said that those who underwent Primaris Conversion could receive a batch of matching equipment from the Ultramarines.

Upon hearing this news, Dante was the first to sign up, since the Primaris Conversion had a mortality rate; those with poorer physical condition were more likely to die, as were those whose bodies were too old.

Dante saw this flaw not as a flaw, but as the perfect way to retire. Now he had fame, achievements, and had done right by the Legion, Baal, and the Empire. He could finally die.

Then Dante, lying on the Operating Table, saw Mordred walk in from outside:

"Nephew, given your status, you should at least have Kaul perform the surgery. After all, he's the pioneer of this type of surgery, while I'm a novice and this is my first time performing surgery."

"No! Uncle, go ahead and do it. I like things new. You're using me as a practice subject. If it's not new, I won't do it."

Upon hearing this, Mordred was even a little Moved. If he hadn't been certain that Dante wasn't his son, he would have wanted to abduct him. He immediately unscrewed the syringe and injected the medicine into Dante's body.

"Second Uncle, what is this? Why do I feel dizzy?"

"This is an anesthetic I mixed myself. There's a special story behind it; it's a specialty from Nuceria, and even when I mix it, the production is extremely limited."

This anesthetic is all-natural, green, and pollution-free. As long as the dosage is controlled properly, it will absolutely not have any impact on your body. I wouldn't normally give it to just anyone.

And don't worry, nephew, your Second Uncle's skills are top-notch. Just based on what you said before, I guarantee I can cure you completely."

"Huh?" Dante suddenly panicked a little. He knew that Second Highness Mordred was quite knowledgeable about mechanical modifications, though that was a bit inappropriate, but his style was quite Orks. But why do you know this?

But Dante soon felt at ease again, because Mordred, after dissecting his own body, was shaking his head and sighing:

"Nephew, your health condition is indeed not optimistic. As an Astartes, you have high blood pressure, diabetes, hypoglycemia, kidney failure, bone marrow necrosis, Sus—an Membrane degeneration, heart necrosis, muscle atrophy, Larraman's Organ dissolution, and even your cell activity is weaker than the skin on my foot."

This is a sign of premature aging. It means you drank enough Fel Energy Essence before and replenished yourself properly. Otherwise, let alone undergo Primaris Conversion, you probably wouldn't even live for a few years.

Dante laughed, a completely open and honest laugh. Every symptom Mordred described thrilled him, perhaps because lying on the cold Operating Table, he could already see the little Sanguinius with wings coming to guide him.

"Father, is that you?"

"What? I didn't give you any other medicine! You silly child, why are you talking nonsense? Your father is Sanguinius, and I'm your Second Uncle. Wait, what's this?"

Following Dante's gaze, Mordred sensed a peculiar energy fluctuation, so faint that it was almost imperceptible without careful observation.

Based on the characteristics of the Gene-Seed, Mordred suspected that this energy fluctuation originated from Sanguinius.

If this energy fluctuation were even slightly stronger, Mordred could confirm it, but this energy fluctuation was far too weak. Even with all his might, Mordred could only see a blurry ball of light.

To find out more, Mordred extended her tentacles and physically connected to Dante's body. After ensuring that Dante would not be consumed by her own thoughts, Mordred indeed saw a familiar figure—a miniature version of Sanguinius.

"Brother, are you still alive? You've truly become Sanguinius! Can you say something?"

Unfortunately, the mini- Sanguinius remained silent in the face of Mordred's greeting, flapping its wings like a human-machine interface, pausing occasionally as if experiencing severe network latency.

After waiting for a full half minute, the little Sanguinius in front of her suddenly moved, slowly floating to Mordred's head. It pulled out a large sword from somewhere, waved it a couple of times, and then disappeared, leaving Mordred completely bewildered.

Even so, Mordred noticed something amiss, because the greatsword the little Sanguinius pulled out was none other than his Ashen Herald, the only difference being that a skull floated on the spine of the sword.

But Ashen Herald has disappeared. According to Mephisto, this relic disappeared 1,000 years ago, and the only one to visit Baal at that time was Blood Ravens.

But Blood Ravens denied stealing it, and even accused the Blood Angels of imprisoning their Chapter Master, thus ending the complete falling out between the two Chapter.

Limited by the scarcity of information, Mordred was unable to reconstruct the historical truth and could only keep it in mind, hoping to explore it again after recognizing Blood Ravens as a relative in the future.

"Wait, what did I just do? Oh no!"

Seeing Dante foaming at the mouth and starting to grow mycelium, Mordred quickly retracted his tentacles, picked up an adrenaline stick, and stabbed him in the mouth.

"Ah, Second Uncle, I think I just had a dream. I dreamt that I was running on a grassland, and a lot of short-legged dogs were chasing me, demanding that I hand over all my belongings. After I did, they bit me, saying that I was too tall and they wanted to bite off my legs so that I would become as short as them."

"Oh, this is all an illusion! Dreams are always the opposite of reality. You must be too tired. Go get some sleep."

"Will my Second Uncle die?"

"Death? You're insulting me. A mere premature aging disease is nothing to me. Back in the day, I even saved that unfortunate bastard Danteok from dying of old age."

At this point, Mordred glanced again at the mycelium on Dante's body and quickly comforted him:

"Don't worry, I guarantee you'll return unharmed. Forget dying, I doubt you'll even be able to die if you wanted to. Remember to drink plenty of water, and most importantly, get plenty of sunshine."

Ren Ding was a little confused, then he saw the clumps of white hair growing on his body, which startled him sober, and he struggled to get up from the Operating Table.

Mordred, however, was not about to let him get away. If he were to escape, his reputation would be ruined. So he immediately increased the dosage and administered a full dose of anesthetic.

Nuxing Technology's technology is astonishing. After this dose of anesthetic, not only would a dog like Ding collapse instantly, but even Angron would fall to the ground instantly.

Mordred wasn't lying. Others might have limited knowledge of Ren Ding's physical condition, but once Ren Ding fell into his hands, there was no way he could die. He quickly and successfully completed the surgery, even adding some ingredients using Biochemical Alchemy, turning Ren Ding into a counterfeit Orks Holy Blood Adeptus Custodes.

After incorporating a bit of Mordred's mycelium, Dante wouldn't die, not even without food or water; he could survive simply by basking in the sun and drinking some water.

After doing all this, Mordred kept his accomplishments hidden, and even left a very thoughtful little note, reminding him to drink more water, get more sunshine, and try to eat less salty food in the future.

After all, Mordred still has many surgeries to undergo.

Just when everything seemed to be going well, the 13 golden tokens finally reached Baal through the Astropath and were delivered to the three Primarchs.

After reviewing the 13 military orders, Mordred's first reaction was that they had changed, and Zhi Zhuang Sen also thought they had changed after reading them. Only Guilliman said that they were real.

"No, have I become Yue Fei?"

Who is Yue Fei?

Lion King indeed didn't know who Yue Fei was. After all, this was ancient history, and he, a barbarian who grew up playing Monster Hunter in Caliban, wouldn't understand. Guilliman, on the other hand, did. He immediately explained:

"Yue Fei was Warmaster of a dynasty during the ancient Tai Cong period. That dynasty's territory spanned a quarter of the Solar System. Unlike modern empires, the ancients did not have large and small warlords fighting each other within the Solar System."

Yue Fei is famous because he was exceptionally skilled in combat, much like you, my elder brother, and also exceptionally Fealty, much like me.

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At this point, Guilliman couldn't help but sigh, "It's a pity that this Warmaster Yue Fei was born at the wrong time. The Emperor of the dynasty he lived under was particularly incompetent and tyrannical, and he believed in a kind of 'spirit god'—you don't need to know what that 'spirit god' is, it's someone like Malcador."

Zhuang Sen understood immediately. Malcador, that old bastard, always acting like a sly old man, pretending to be weak when he's clearly an old man. He even hit himself on the head with his cane after you insulted him.

"And then what happened?"

"Later, Yue Fei, the Warmaster, was so powerful that he overshadowed his master. He was advancing triumphantly and killing the enemy without leaving a trace, but he was still given the reputation of being a 'wild and ambitious' by others."

Could Yue Fei be so arrogant? He couldn't be so arrogant. He was being slandered. Just like me, he was clearly the most loyal minister of the empire, but others were gossiping about him behind his back.

Aside from Ultramarines, my name is always red in front of other Chapter, is that right? That's not right!

Guillimambo was clearly deeply empathetic. The Lion King didn't want to hear any of this; being a "red name" (a derogatory term for someone with a bad reputation) in front of others was entirely your own doing. They'd target you first if they wanted to shoot you in the back, so who can you blame?

"And then what?"

"Later, this Warmaster was summoned back to the capital by 13 military orders, and was killed on a pretext. Not only was he killed, but his spirit was also destroyed!"

"To kill someone and then punish them? Then I understand, I am the Warmaster!"

Mordred had practically witnessed the unfolding of a farce, and what's more, the story was surprisingly accurate, leaving him extremely embarrassed. He promptly kicked him.

"You don't understand anything, or rather, you do understand, but that's still wrong. I think all you've remembered are the words 'Warmaster,' but that's not important. What's important is that this is a trap."

Mordred regretted saying that as soon as she did.

Sure enough, Guilliman's eyes lit up instantly, and he looked at Zhuang Sen with longing, muttering "What the hell, he's going to make up that damned history again."

"Stop, Zhuang Sen, don't ask me about the Feast at Hongmen. I'll explain it to you slowly later. As for Guilliman, shut up. I don't want my ears to be tortured by unofficial history anymore. Now, Mao, let's switch the topic to Yue Fei —oops, not Yue Fei, but Xing Yu. Don't you guys think that's weird?"

Zhuang Sen nodded, indicating that it was indeed strange; didn't they know who I was? How dare they order me around?

"Yeah, even if someone's incredibly stupid, they wouldn't dare call us to Tai to confront them, right? This must be Dong Mou. And when Dong Mou is mentioned, it's most likely that thing."

"You mean... Tzeentch?"

"That's right, this is my 'tested advice.' If you feel like you've been set up, then without a doubt, you have been set up. The mastermind behind this is most likely that blue clay monster."

"Was all of this planned?"

"Smart, Zhuang Sen, I feel you're different now. You've shed your barbaric nature and become as wise as I am."

"Really? But Voll wrote that I was a savage."

Mordred immediately swore to God that you actually believed Vulkan? How could a diarist be a decent person? How could he possibly write such things in his diary? Anyway, my little secrets would never be written in my diary.

Watching Zhuang Sen and Mordred rambling on and on, battling wits with thin air, jumping from the Chaos Gods to Vulkan, Guilliman couldn't take it anymore. He slammed his fist on the table, declaring that it was real.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Sen and Mordred immediately burst into laughter. "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Don't they know who I am? I'm the tax chief! Art has killed more aliens than humans! Zhuang Sen, who do you think you are?"

"I am my father's sharpest blade, the head of the anti-terrorism unit who specializes in assassinations, and the most respected elder brother to everyone."

"Big brother!"

"Second brother!"

"Hahaha, we are the god of civil war!" ×2

"Stop laughing, stop laughing! It's all true. Those people are so foolish, and they think I'm the biggest fool. I'm the one who formed the High Lords Council!"

The more the two laughed, the more wary Guilliman became, and he began to complain bitterly about how difficult things were for him, how he was being targeted, and how he couldn't even carry out Great Purge, because if he made any move, the Empire's historical code would completely collapse.

Guilliman's expression was completely genuine, unlike the wide-eyed stares of the two savages beside him, and it was precisely because of this that he fell into such agony.

Logically, as the older brothers, Zhuang Sen and Mordred would certainly have comforted Guilliman and shown a friendly and respectful brotherly relationship.

Throwing him away is impossible, after all, one is a laid-back, fun-loving person, and the other is a rebellious Embryonic Killer. Mordred and Zhuang Sen, if you count them, were both wild survivalists when they were young, and one of them is particularly rebellious.

Now you're asking them to Guilliman? That's putting the wrong people in the picture. You'd be better off having Vulkan ride in it, since he's known for being a kind Vulkan man.

"Kiman, are you a piece of trash? They've gotten so arrogant, and you're still putting up with it?"

"Exactly, you piece of trash, how dare you say that? If it were me, and he dared to call me Lion King without any respect, I would have shot him eight times in the back the next day. What kind of bullshit logic is this? Why should good people be targeted?"

"You're being too optimistic, overthinking things. The empire is a cesspool; how rotten can it get? But relax, we're back now, and nobody can bully you."

After helping his friend up, Mordred picked up the 13 parchments, his hand igniting with a vibrant green flame that instantly reduced the toilet paper to ashes.

"That's right, we've returned to the throne. No one can bully you except us. They're up to no good. Since that's the case, let's play along."

"Yue Fei was a good man. I, Mordred, can't be Yue Fei, so I can only be Huang Chao." This Tai Cong is still a bit too urbanized.