What Demon, It's Clearly Delicious Little Bread

Such an outrageous statement instantly drew a crowd of onlookers.

Atlas, huddled in a corner, snapped photos frantically; even knowing he might be held accountable later, he would never give up such a juicy secret.

Even the Adeptus Custodes on duty at the door tilted their heads slightly, wavering between protecting the reputation of His Majesty and their own inner nature. Only the dogs were the most human-like, continuing to sleep or slack off as they pleased.

However, what was even more absurd was that upon hearing Fulgrim's outrageous statement, the Emperor—that dog and donkey—didn't offer an explanation, but instead chose to play dead, merely saying, "Your mom is dead."

Compared to the Emperor's lack of humanity, Mordred was no better. He didn't have a good temper, and hiding behind the guise of Huang Xiaomei, he launched into a tirade:

"Third brother, what is going on in that brain of yours? I really doubt if your head was caught in a door when you were born. Are those eyes of yours just for show? I am your Second Brother, you idiot!

Old Man Huang, say something!"

After a distortion of flesh and blood, Mordred reverted to his true form, but this did not convince Fulgrim. Heaven knows what was hidden beneath this skin.

Especially for someone like him who cared so much about the opinions of others, combined with Mordred's charm—which was no less potent than the Yellow Skins—the eight-year-old Phoenix felt his mind in a chaotic mess.

He recalled the unprovoked concern Mordred had shown him since he arrived at Serenity, and the meticulous guidance that was practically spoon-fed to him.

Compared to the coldness of the Emperor, the contrast in Mordred was much stronger. It was as if he knew him like the back of his hand, completely filling the ecological niche of a loving mother. It was hard for Fulgrim not to have other thoughts.

Even after the Emperor spoke up to vouch for Mordred's identity, it didn't dispel these notions; in fact, it even brought a sense of secret joy to Fulgrim.

But the past six months of guidance had taught the Phoenix how to hide his feelings. He didn't argue, but instead left the Laboratory with great flair.

As for whether Mordred's explanation just now would succeed, no one knew.

As the door closed again, Mordred lost the mood to argue. Under the puzzled gaze of the Emperor, he walked over to the workbench, rummaged around, pulled out two pink mushrooms, and tossed one to the Emperor.

Soon, two sparks lit up. Mordred, having taken a deep drag of the mushroom, spoke:

"I finally understand why you're so socially anxious. With this kind of charm ability, you're surrounded by brainless fans. Harkon, you've had it rough."

"Sigh, I'm used to it. These mushrooms aren't bad. Send some over to me later."

"Sure. Now, what about my Spartan Project? Are you going to seal it or destroy it?"

After a long silence, the Emperor finally Nodded, indicating that the Spartan Project could be implemented, but with conditions: it could only be used by your Second Legion. Other legions would easily run into problems; these augmented humans were unstable, essentially a different breed of Thunder Warriors.

"One more thing, how did you learn Biochemical Alchemy?"

"What? Didn't you have Malcador send that Early Education Machine over?

I should be the one asking you! Why did you set the guidance program to a parrot? It's just like an Abominable Intelligence. Aren't you afraid of Tzeentch causing trouble?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Emperor's face turned as black as Vulkan's. He thought to himself that those Four Useless Ones were indeed no good; they all wanted to steal his dog. It was a good thing he never intended to keep his promise, or he would have suffered a huge loss.

After all, to the Emperor, why should he pay back a loan he took based on his own ability? Not only would he not pay it back, but he would also set a trap to screw those Four Useless Ones over later.

A few minutes later, under the witness of Mordred, his favorite Learning Machine was hacked into pieces by the Emperor's sword. As for the little blue parrot, it was grabbed by the Emperor and slapped into his own body.

The moment the blue parrot dissipated, a sinister laugh seemed to flash past Mordred's ears, shouting something about how everything was according to plan, just with a bit more stubbornness.

According to the Emperor, he had now passed the most dangerous period of his infancy and could continue to develop by eating some Warp snacks, but to avoid the previous situation, he needed a balanced diet.

As for how to balance it, the Emperor didn't say; he simply pulled out a Star God Fragment glowing with green light.

It was called a Star God Fragment, but at best, it was just a sliver. Mordred swallowed it in one gulp without even tasting it. The only difference was that his lightning became greener, just like the Emerald Chaos Energy.

That's right, to make his move names sound cooler, Mordred followed the example of his idol, the world-ending Titan Sargeras, and gave that energy the name of Chaos Energy.

It's no wonder that Stand-in users are always attracted to each other. After discovering that Mordred had decent research capabilities, the Emperor's desire for experimentation flared up, and he began his tests, with the subjects being Mordred and his Atlas.

As Expected, after a series of tests, the Emperor discovered that after Mordred the Primarch evolved, Atlas, as his sub-unit, also exhibited various peculiar changes.

Simply put, traces of Emerald Chaos Energy were also detected in the Space Marine of Atlas. Some of the stronger ones could even use that bit of energy to solidify their souls, molding them into green, candy-like entities to restore their vitality.

This change excited both of them. After all, they were both relics who had lived through the 3k era, and they instantly thought of a fantasy profession—Warlock.

Under Mordred's instigation, the Emperor couldn't hold back and began randomly pulling lucky winners from the Warp. From the initial small fry to the wild Copper Bull of the Kobolds, all were quietly snatched up for testing.

If future Inquisitors knew that the Emperor they had sworn their lives to was playing with demons behind their backs, they would surely be shocked, gouge out their own eyes, and shout that it wasn't true.

However, that was indeed the case. Let alone having ties to Chaos, as long as it was beneficial to the Great Crusade, the Emperor didn't care at all. Not to mention that Mordred, who was Not Afraid of Trouble, was right there beside him.

Looking at the Yellow-skinned Demon that was paralyzed with fear by the Emperor and could only Huddled in a Corner, trembling like a Mutated Pikachu, Mordred walked up and started kicking and punching it.

"Little thing, you look pretty ugly! Do you like my big iron fist?"

"Slap! Speak!"

"Despicable human, let me go!"

The demon's voice was full of terror. It covered its right eye and shrank back, but a chain prevented it from escaping, dragging it back like a yo-yo.

"Bang!"

Mordred didn't dare use his full strength, but even so, the palm stained with Emerald Chaos Energy slapped the little demon until it was half-dead, and it desperately wanted to escape this cage that was like hell.

Soon, the Yellow-skinned Demon couldn't take it anymore. After all, in Mordred's view, demons didn't have a sense of pain; you had to be meaner and more ruthless than them to subdue them, otherwise, you would only be backlashed by the demon.

Seeing that the demon was about to be played to death, the Emperor signaled Mordred to stop and began the next step.

A plain-looking Bolter Pistol was held in Mordred's hand. Amidst the demon's shrill screams, he cleanly and decisively thrust it into its body.

However, at this moment, the dying demon was not absorbed by Mordred, but instead, under the guidance of the Emerald Chaos Energy, it was fused into the pistol.

Through contact, Mordred could sense a terrified soul inside the pistol, which satisfied him greatly. He turned the muzzle and fired a shot at the target.

A miraculous scene occurred. Even without a magazine inserted, the muzzle shot out a dim yellow electric light, burning a small, shallow pit into the target.

Seeing this, Mordred couldn't help but burst into laughter. The dark cloud that had been hanging over his head finally dissipated; he could go out and have some fun.

"Old Man Huang, I have a bold idea."