Thank you, Great General Cannon.

Perhaps for Hannibal, hemorrhoids were like race-sized intestines.

But to Guilliman, the Holy Terra of today is like that rotten intestine—it looks stinky, smells delicious, and tastes bitter.

As the saying goes, the most important thing after a war is to divide the spoils. As the ancient capital of the empire, Terra may seem like Nurgle, but it's still a place with plenty of money to be made.

Because of the harsh environment of Holy Terra, which has no sea, water can only be delivered by ships capturing comets from the Asteroid Belt. This makes Terra a very typical Hive World.

Its population density is unparalleled in the world; all 13 existing Hive City are inhabited by people, and this does not even include the inhabitants of the wilderness and the Underhive, who may not even be human. If a census were to be conducted in Terra, it would be an absolute disaster.

But now everyone isn't here for a census; they're here to ransack homes. In this godforsaken place like Terra, anyone with a little power will flock to the top—either aristocrats or oligarchs with wealth beyond measure.

After all, in Terra, where land is incredibly valuable, unless you're quite wealthy, you can't even afford a single floor tile on the upper floors. Ordinary minor nobles can only afford a small single room in the Central-Northern Industrial Zone, or even live in the Upper Hive.

In this Giant Steel Metropolis with billions of people, everyone wants to climb up the ladder, and everyone wants to experience the ultimate thrill of standing above thousands of others.

Only by standing above everyone else can one have an unobstructed view of the sky, an artificial dome covered with various green plants, and fresh air airlifted from other worlds.

Some are born in Rome, while others are born to be steeds, but with the arrival of the three Primarchs and their Astartes, these noble lords finally learned what it means to fall harder the higher you climb.

Without compromise, not a single one was spared. Atlas was both brutal and cunning, and the Dark Angels were both cunning and brutal. Escape was impossible; they were all slaughtered.

If we kill every single one of these nobles, there will definitely be innocent people among them. But if we kill every other one, there will definitely be many who escape.

At first, the Ultramarines didn't quite understand, thinking that these cousins were too brutal. They thought it was one thing to kill the ringleader, but why kill the entire family, regardless of age or gender? They should have acted according to the law.

Some say Macragge is the pride of the empire, but during the Great Heresy, the Lion King's attempt to requisition Macragge's satellites was met with public protests, the reason being that they couldn't watch variety shows.

These giant blueberries were incredibly naive, as naive as their Gene-Father, Guilliman, but they soon stopped thinking that way.

The Ultramarines found it unbelievable that these eternal nobles could buy half a warship with just a single piece of fruit from their homes.

It's important to understand that humans cannot imagine things they have never understood.

This tiny fruit is worth half a warship. If these resources were exchanged for supplies, countless soldiers' lives could be saved. And this thing is a dessert for noble ladies.

At Atlas's suggestion, and under the watchful eyes of the Dark Angels, some Ultramarines tasted the fruit, and then they became somewhat depressed.

"Did I just eat half a warship in one bite?"

"That's right, if you eat a few more bites, you might even be able to collect enough for a Cobra destroyer."

"Why? This doesn't taste good either."

"Because it is noble!"

The Ultramarines commander Captain understood, and what followed was an indescribable rage. From that moment on, not a single Ultramarines dared to waste words; they killed more ruthlessly than anyone else.

"Rivers of blood" is an adjective, but it can also be a noun. Under the combined cleansing of the three Chapter, the once magnificent Hive City of the hive city was covered in blood, which went up to ankle-deep.

This was only a minor offense; Mordred, in a moment of kindness, granted them a quick death, then their souls were burned into Chaos Energy Crystal. Those with good physical constitutions were used as experimental subjects or demoted to slavery for labor and reflection.

As for those who have committed unforgivable crimes, things are much better. Even the lightest sentence is burning at the stake with white phosphorus, or being turned into a penitent Servitor. They can't even die if they want to; with Atlas around, even if you die, he can pull your soul back and continue to torment you.

In an instant, panic gripped the entire Holy Terra. Some fled for their lives, some surrendered, some fought to the death, and some even tried to bribe Astartes.

I have no idea what this person was thinking, actually trying to bribe an Astartes. Maybe he's some kind of mentally challenged offspring from inbreeding. I'll just kill your whole family, then all that stuff will be mine!

Such people can only be described as stupid. There are even more abstract options, such as seduction. After failing, they are still not giving up, thinking that the Sanguinius has unique tastes. So they go straight to the point and send several beautiful and delicate "beauties" with the looks of Fulgrim to Guilliman.

This allowed Mordred and Zhuang Sen to mock Guilliman for an entire day, and as a result, the entire family, from top to bottom, was wiped out; not only were nine generations of their family executed, but thirteen generations were exterminated.

Of course, the Great Purge is not about mindless slaughter; it's about slow, deliberate, and planned killing.

Mordred is quite democratic when it comes to those unfortunate souls who get caught up in the mess. If they confess everything, they'll be given a chance to live, and that chance is the Imperial tradition of a three-way slap on the wrist.

If you say that the 3-in-1 draw is not traditional, then Emperor only plays the Eleven-to-one.

Alright, Master Mordred is a democratic man. If it's Eleven-to-one, then it's Eleven-to-one. Nine out of ten will die, and only one can live.

As for your reluctance to confess, that's even easier. We'll just take you to a dark room and give you a massive memory restoration spell. You won't even be able to pretend to be dead or unconscious. When you wake up, your cola will still be ice-cold.

Even if they're die-hards, we're not afraid. Psyker telepathy, Atlas's soul-searching, Dark Angels's memory extraction—there's bound to be one that suits you.

"Brother, confiscating someone's house is such a wonderful thing!"

Having never done it before, and being used as a scapegoat by Atlas, now that Guilliman is involved, it feels really good.

You should know that Guilliman became depressed after returning to Terra and seeing the Emperor. He even went on a self-funded expedition to play single-player mode. The assets he has just looted are already equivalent to all the resources he used up during his journey from Terra to Baal.

To really enjoy himself, Guilliman even took on the role of accountant, laughing himself awake in his sleep.

"Brother, you've really looked closely. The parchment in your hand isn't just a string of numbers; it's the seed money for the future reconstruction of Atlas. If even a single decimal point is missing, I'll have to admit you're Ambition!"

"What wild and unruly behavior? We're doing this for the country and the people."

"Haha, you're right, our cause is righteous and it's what everyone wants."

"Speaking of which, Zhuang Sen, it's one thing if you don't say anything, but why are you messing with my good apprentice? Jeanne, hurry up and bring your second senior brother back!"

The Lion King remained silent, only fiddling with the dog's head in his hand. Poor Rambo was just a spirit, and like a walnut, he was being handled and rubbed by the Lion King until his fur became patina. Then, his junior sister held him in her hand and rubbed him repeatedly.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about how to face my father. According to Guilliman, my father has Alzheimer's, and Rambo has confirmed it, even worse than I had imagined."

Do you think your father might be like you were back then?

The Lion King didn't say what he was about to say, but both of them knew what he wanted to say.

After spending a long time with Mordred, the two had already regained their memories from back then, and it could even be said that Mordred was the real MVP during the Great Heresy.

Compared to being infamous for being written in the Astartes Codex by Guilliman, Horus fared even worse. He was first fed to the Four Small Vendors until he was turned into a cream puff, then became a puppet to launch a rebellion, and finally was killed by Mordred with a single blow.

If it had only gone this far, it would have been alright, since that was how the plan was designed back then. But then Mordred was force-fed by the Four Merchants until he became Big Stomach Bag, foaming at the mouth and losing his mind, only able to shout "Aba aba" incoherently.

The damage caused by Mordred's loss of control was unprecedented. The Four Merchants were wiped out by the Burning Legion, and the Empire even experienced a divine war, forcing humanity to cooperate with Chaos.

Even though Mordred chose to end her own life in the end, the effects of this divine calamity did not disappear, giving rise to Maelstrom was no less powerful Eye of Terror.

The rest of the story is pretty familiar: the half-dead Old Man Huang was kicked and beaten to his knees by the Four Gods, losing 99% of his life. His buttocks were stuck on the red line, neither up nor down, so he could only be used as Golden Toilet ornament.

Of the three who knew the truth, Mordred disappeared and started over, the Emperor was unable to speak, and Horus was gone. He couldn't even clear his name. So even if he could speak, someone would have to believe him!

"Back then, I had no choice. It was all because those Four Useless Ones on the other side messed things up. They clearly had no brains, but they relied on brute force to go all in and made me an idiot."

Who could have imagined they could join forces? If even one of them were missing, I would have had a chance to self-destruct prematurely. It was just too fast; I couldn't even react before I was suddenly forced to take a big gulp.

The two accepted Mordred's explanation, just as they knew that Vulkan and Mortarion had not defected willingly.

Mordred could end her life by taking her own, but could the Emperor do the same?

Zhuang Sen dared not think about it, and he had been deliberately avoiding the issue, while Guilliman thought about it too much, which is why he became depressed.

Ten thousand years! That's a full ten thousand years! It's impossible to know how many people there are on Terra, let alone how many people there are in the entire Empire.

What would Emperor become if such a massive number of people prayed for 10,000 years? Not to mention that some of these believers were not even human; there were Four-Armed Emperor, two-armed God-Emperor, six-armed God-Emperor, and even God-Emperor with two roots.

This is relatively normal. There's also the Rome's She-Wolf, the gentle catgirl, Omnissiah, and some Orks even think that the Golden Giant is the eldest brother after Horus the Second Brother, since if there's Second Brother, there must be an eldest brother!

With such a complex set of beliefs, the Emperor was shattered more than the broth in Angel-chan; who knows how many consciousnesses were inside that body?

Guilliman, a Psychic Power Muggle, might not be able to see it, but the Lion King isn't Guilliman. How could he not see it? With just a fleeting glance, he saw a huge, dark, terrifying star.

This isn't a question of life or death anymore; it's a question of everyone dying. Even the Four Merchants are more afraid than humans, the Cursed won't be able to hold on and will have diarrhea.

"Let's make a decision. When should we go see Father?"

"Tomorrow, remember to bring all your gear, and ram your Great General Cannon into the doorway."

"Isn't this inappropriate?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Faced with his two brothers' questions, Guilliman quickly shook his head, saying that was not what he meant. He meant that one Great General Cannon might not be enough, and that they should dismantle the railgun.

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