Sigh, I Have an Idea!

With the resounding victory in the Battle of Baal, news of the Primarch's return to the Empire began to spread like wildfire, signaling a flurry of activity throughout the Dark Side.

If the unfolding of the Great Rift caused the Empire to split apart, dealing a heavy blow to the worlds living in the Imperium Nihilus, then the victory in the Battle of Baal was a turning point, letting all of humanity in the shadows know that they had not been abandoned by the Empire.

That's how people are. If they've never seen the light, they'll live their whole lives in a daze. But once a tiny spark appears, they'll chase after it like moths to a flame.

But while some are happy, others are crying. As the greatest Chaos of the current empire, the Black Legion Warmaster, the Sons of Horus, the Victorious in a Hundred Battles, the most powerful, the Most Evil, the Most Dominating, and the strongest in the galaxy Abaddon's mood is not so pleasant.

Although Abaddon was chosen by the Four Gods and possessed the cursed sword Draconequus, others might not know this, but surely Abaddon did?

If it weren't for the Primarchs disappearing Second Company back then, he wouldn't have dared to launch the Black Crusade. In fact, at the very beginning, he only dared to linger near the Eye of Terror, not even daring to show his face.

Even so, the Black Legion was repeatedly and brutally beaten by Ferrus Abaddon's strictest and kindest uncle, until Dorn disappeared before they dared to step out of the Eye of Terror.

Moreover, it wasn't just Abaddon; most of the survivors of the Great Heresy were in the Black Legion. Regardless of how much of these so-called veterans of the Long War were worth, at least these people had actually participated in the Great Crusade.

The Great Heresy was a mess that no one could explain clearly. There were genuine rebellions, secret rebellions, feigned rebellions, and even those who were manipulated into rebellion. Add to that the Hydra, with its God-Human roaming everywhere, and no one could say for sure or understand it.

But one thing they knew was that there was no turning back.

Fealty that isn't absolute is absolutely Fealty. No matter what caused you to fall into Chaos, once you're tainted by Chaos, you can never wash it off.

Previously, Guilliman's return to Abaddon didn't seem to bother them, since Guilliman was widely recognized as having a thin skin but a big filling and a lot of Ambition. Currently, nearly half of the million Space Marine in the Imperium of Man are his Ultramarines, and there are even a large number of former Ultramarines among the Chaos Space Marines.

Putting everything else aside, Huron, the Lord of the Maelstrom, was the former Chapter Master of the Star Scythes, which in turn was Scion Chapter of the Star Scythes Ultramarines being able to give birth, Guilliman was absolutely the best in the army.

What does "the Lion King's return" mean? Even if the Lion King is back, why is there a huge golden-haired guy following behind Lion King? It can't be Sanguinius, can it?

To put his mind at ease, Abaddon sent out a large number of Daemon spies, only to find that each Daemon he sent out died faster than the last.

As for why they died so quickly, it's just bad luck that these Daemon spies stumbled into Mordred's Daemon magic circle and were all eaten like snacks.

Mordred recovered so quickly; Abaddon deserves at least a second-class merit.

But perseverance pays off; some weak Daemon actually managed to infiltrate the area, and then they encountered the Tyranid and the Baal Garrison, who were already locked in a fierce battle.

In the very end, before the Lion King finally pinned them down and killed them, these Daemons who had fought the entire battle actually managed to get the news out.

The good news is that the unknown Primarch didn't have wings and wasn't Great Angel.

The bad news is that this Primarch is named Mordred.

Abaddon had no recollection of Mordred, but strangely, the name sounded somewhat familiar, and he wasn't the only one who felt this way; the veterans of Long War shared the same opinion.

To find the answer to his question, Abaddon sought out the most approachable Blood God, and there he heard a familiar tongue twister, instantly recalling the erased memory.

From then on, Abaddon became depressed, and he directly rejected his original plan to take advantage of the situation after the Battle of Baal, instead turning his attention to the Misty Sector.

Even the greatest enemies of Chaos know that these three people combined are not to be trifled with, yet some fools still insist on courting death, even sending out 13 star messages as if they were afraid of not dying fast enough.

What else can we do? We have no choice but to kill!

"Nephew, we're going back to Holy Terra to kill some people and have some fun. From now on, this place is yours. Don't let us down, and remember to get plenty of sunshine."

"Second Uncle, I understand."

Seeing Dante's life-or-death expression, Guilliman assumed he was still upset and immediately went over and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Dante, what I said is absolutely true. You are now the Regent of the Dark Side. Go ahead and do your job with confidence. Your father will be proud of you. By the way, why are you looking so long-faced? Smile!"

How could Dante not have a long face? He thought he could retire with honor, but now he found that he was completely immortal. Not only could he not die, but he didn't even need to eat. He could just bask in the sun and drink some water and be as energetic as a dog.

"Your Highness, you have truly caused me great suffering!"

"What do you mean by that? It's clearly a case of the capable doing more work! You need to believe in yourself and do your best!"

"Guilliman is right. The first time I saw you, I thought you resembled Sanguinius. If Sanguinius saw their offspring so radiant, they would surely be pleased."

Lion King doesn't usually praise people; after all, his emotional intelligence comes from his Emperor. These two sentences alone have drained 80% of his emotional intelligence, highlighting his straightforwardness and sincerity.

After being praised by the three Primarchs, Dante's mood did improve considerably. However, before he could say anything more, he saw the three of them chatting and laughing as they jumped onto the landing craft and ran faster than White Scars.

"Mephisto, what's that word again?"

"PUA!"

"Yes, was I being manipulated?"

"Yeah, Commander, didn't you realize? The three Primarchs have been manipulating you all along. Otherwise, why would they give you so much power as the Regent of the Dark Side? It's just to make you do the work. I saw it during the parade; they kept making you give speeches so they could run away now."

Dante turned around and grabbed Mephisto's shoulder with such force that even Mephisto, a powerful cultivator, felt a sharp pain. "Then why didn't you warn me?"

"Commander, I'm not the one in charge of the Regent of the Dark Side, why should I remind you?"

And, Master, believe it or not, the three Primarchs are probably already drinking and celebrating dumping this mess on you.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Are you sure?

Dante was already starting to have doubts, but what he didn't know was that Mordred and his two companions were not only celebrating, but also feasting.

"Hahaha, I knew it! Dante would definitely take this job. Retire? Retire my ass!"

"Second Brother is right. No wonder you had it so easy while I was working myself to the bone. Maybe I should find a scapegoat, or rather, a good son to help me manage the legion."

Guilliman's words struck a chord with Zhuang Sen and Mordred, who both sighed in dismay. Mordred sighed because he was thinking of his trusted servant, Goff, while Zhuang Sen was thinking of Luther.

Goff is alright, since Mordred has hidden his soul. As long as he gets his Red Scarf back, he can begin to resurrect Atlas.

But Luther was different. This guy, who was Zhuang Sen's mother, son, and enemy, could have disappeared anywhere. The explosion not only threw Zhuang Sen away, but also caused Luther to disappear.

Thinking about this, Zhuang Sen felt quite aggrieved; he still couldn't understand why his own Caliban had exploded.

"Father, don't think about it so much. Let bygones be bygones. Instead of adding to your troubles, let's think about how to deal with those Vermin. How dare they order you around? I'll be the first to object."

After saying this, Azrael opened a bottle of red wine, Ezekiel nearby, used his Psychic Power to chill it. Anyone who saw this would praise him as a filial son.

The Lion King thought about it and agreed. Compared to the Caliban civil war, he was more concerned about the Vermin. He immediately said, "Why don't we just bombard Holy Terra?"

Based on that statement alone, Mordred was certain that Azrael was definitely Zhuang Sen son, and all he did was blow things up.

"Zhuang Sen, look at you, you're so impatient, all you know is fighting and killing. We're civilized people, you're just lowering the Morality standards of the three of us brothers, making it seem like I only know how to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Since they want to have a meeting, let's go.

"If you just go up there and kill them, where will I get the military funds to rebuild Atlas? Letting them die directly is too cheap; we must squeeze every last drop of oil out of them."

So, let's play with them. And the first step is to appear weak. Guilliman, it's your turn to step in. Write me: the Dark Angels are down to 10%, the Ultramarines have suffered heavy casualties, and Atlas has less than 100 men.

"Make it as miserable as possible, as pathetic as possible, ideally let them think we're a bunch of useless trash."

Meanwhile, just as Mordred and his two support characters were figuring out how to maximize their profits, another group of people also began to think about it.

As the saying goes, a bad person's elaborate schemes are no match for a fool's clever idea. The High Lord had already summoned the Expeditionary Force with 13 star messages to demand an explanation, but due to political differences, he started arguing first.

The Minister of the Department of the Interior believed that the Primarch was an obstacle, and that he should be killed if possible, and imprisoned if he couldn't be killed. However, the Ecclesiarch believed that the Primarch was the son of the God-Emperor, a demigod. He argued that since they had worshipped the god for so many years, and the god had finally returned, they should be honored.

The Forge Lord and the Minister of Department of Justice said, "Do whatever you want, but the Indomitable Expedition absolutely cannot stop. One of us brothers wants to collect taxes, and the other wants to make money."

The most bizarre thing was the Inquisition, which actually suspected that these three Primarchs were not the Emperor's biological children, but wild ones, and even said that Mordred was unclean, Demon Lord Commander.

In the rotating seats, Trajan, the Captain-General, was still feigning death; the charter captain's spokesperson had no say at all; and the high-ranking imperial admiral was still a figurehead, trying to figure out how to recruit people from the Navigator ambassador.

In short, none of these 12 Imperial Leadership were normal; each had their own hidden agendas and was more wary of their own people than of outsiders.

After three full days of discussion, the group did indeed come up with a feasible solution: to host a banquet, behead the victim, and take the victim as a dog.

Inviting someone to a meal is easy, but the important thing is to behead them. We need overwhelming military force to deter them and make them take the Primarch as our dog.

The task was assigned to the Solar Auxilia, but to ensure everything went smoothly, the Grand Master of the Assassinorum stepped forward, stating that there was a Chapter had close ties with the Assassinorum and only cared about money, not people.

"Are you talking about..."

"The one who's very close to your Adeptus Mechanicus."

"Blood Ravens?"

"That's right!"

"But they only have 3,000 people. What if they can't hold the line?"

"I have a way!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at the golden figure, their surprise evident, for the speaker was Trajan of the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes.

"I can send the Iron Hands here, but in exchange, you must give me the Department of Justice's Abomination Exemplar. As for what you want to do, I won't interfere."

"A ruler's word is his bond."

"The Emperor is my witness!"