Father, it says we can go!

The empire governs the world with loyalty and righteousness; Fealty is everything, and everything is for the sake of Fealty.

As for why loyalty and righteousness are singled out and not discussed in terms of other virtues, that's because the empire has its own unique national circumstances.

For the people of the Empire, the first lesson they learn from birth is loyalty. Fealty is either absolute or absolute Fealty. As for who you are loyal to, don't worry about it; just be loyal.

After all, the Empire is a multi-faceted regime, an interstellar empire, with extremely advanced systems, including but not limited to slavery, feudal autocracy, feudal lordship, divine right of kings, tribal Chieftain, parliamentary elections, and even imperial-specific ideology.

In short, modern empires possess all the systems that have appeared throughout human history, and some that don't even exist.

The Empire has a million core worlds on record, and countless smaller worlds. It's possible that while a cyberpunk street battle is raging here, the monsters next door are still drinking blood and baring their teeth at the little monsters.

In this vibrant and flourishing state, where everything seems to be thriving, the Imperium of Man, a hodgepodge even larger than a stew, needs a slogan: loyalty and righteousness!

Moreover, this slogan is very convenient; you can put anything into it. Ask anyone, and it's labeled "local specialty"; say "the Emperor is above all."

It doesn't matter where I'm from, or whether I'm an Adeptus Custodes, the Astartes, the Astra Militarum, or a four-armed follower. We are all part of the Empire, and we all believe in the Imperial Cult.

Clearly, this is an absolutely terrible bug, but it just so happens to run in the Empire's mountain of garbage code, and it has even become a consensus among everyone.

Imperial Truth was no longer politically correct, the Imperial Cult flourished, and faith became the bond between all the people of the empire.

Anything that can become a bond is hardly a good thing; bonds alone can strangle generation after generation, and the Faith is no exception.

As the core node in this mountain of code, the great Master of Mankind, the man from Terra, the coolest and most domineering Golden Giant in the Galaxy's Coolest, the Emperor now adorned with Golden Toilet ornament, is one of the consequences.

In order to meet their father openly and honestly, the three brothers, who were originally scheduled to go to offer their birthday greetings the next day, did not come. Instead, they began various preparations.

The neighboring Hive City are Great Purge, and fortifications are being built across from the Imperial Palace; everyone has a bright future ahead.

"Guilliman is right, the Great General Cannon might not be enough. We need to set up the railgun turrets."

"Rambo, are you sure the Yellow Skins has completely gone mad?"

Faced with the questions from the two Primarchs, Rambo shook his head, opened his mouth wide, and sighed:

"It couldn't be more true. Ever since I regained consciousness, I've been possessing Trajan's body. You all know me; 10,000 years ago, I was just a little dog."

I met the Emperor back then, and I even treated him to a meal, but now he's completely forgotten about me and wants to bite me.

Trajan and I might be able to glean a few words through a combination of guesswork and deduction, but he usually just spouts nonsense like "abba aba," and who knows how many people he's blown up.

At this point, Rambo, who was merely a soul, shrugged in a very human-like manner and sighed:

"Boss, he's no longer the Yellow Skins you remember. His personality and consciousness have shattered into countless pieces: men, women, the elderly, and children. There are over 300 confirmed cases, and that's just the tip of the iceberg."

However, one thing is certain: these personalities are all rather immoral.

"That's true!"

Guilliman said Old Man Huang was suffering from dementia, Rambo said Old Man Huang was reduced to dust, in short, there was no good news, and maybe the Yellow Skins would burst open at any moment and he would have a big bowel movement.

But since things had come to this, the three of them had no choice but to bite the bullet and proceed; they couldn't just leave him alone, could they?

As the Imperial Palace gates opened, the three brothers re-entered the imperial sanctuary, without any of the clichéd plot points of Primarchs being barred from entering.

After all, the gatekeepers were a squad of Dog-men guards. When they saw their Great Chieftain return in triumph, their tails were wagging like electric fans. They were overjoyed and immediately started showing off, each taking two Canned One.

Looking around at the palace complex, which was exactly the same as it had been ten thousand years ago, even the decorations were unchanged, Mordred couldn't help but sigh. Ten thousand years had passed, and the Imperial Palace was still the same old thing, filled with blinding light pollution. It looked like a nouveau riche estate, without a single patch of greenery.

The only slight change was that the Adeptus Custodes on duty now had their own Dog-men, and the dogs were even equipped with Power Armor —the latest Mark X, so they were finally getting paid by the emperor.

"Well done, Rambo!"

"Of course, boss, you don't know, the Dog-men have expanded their population and are now distributed across the homeworlds of various Chapter. Among them, the most widely distributed are Serenity and Holy Terra. We are the guardian dogs of the nation."

Not only do they serve as biological gatekeepers within the Adeptus Custodes, but some of these outstanding young men have even become Space Super Dogs. The Dog-men- people outside are still in reserve; once they serve for 50 years, they can enter the Imperial Palace as military dogs. Actually, we've long been Imperial citizens."

Before Mordred could even feel a sense of relief, he saw the three Adeptus Custodes standing in front of the door. More abstractly, behind these three naked men were three equally naked giant Dog-men posing for photos.

"You're back, you're all back! How come you three bastards are still alive?"

As music began to play from who-knows-when, these three—no! six—ghostly things appeared before them in an instant, moving with a speed that even Mordred couldn't react to, and immediately started to attack them:

"Your Highness, your incredibly strong muscles are a delight to us Kiya! It's been ten thousand years, and you still look as radiant as ever. Would you like to join us at the gym for a good workout?"

"Roll!"

"Your Highness, why are you so heartless? Have you forgotten the day we ran together in the sunset?"

Mordred didn't even want to hit anyone. These three guys were covered in a thick layer of oil, and he was afraid of getting his hands dirty. What the hell was that day of running together under the sunset? That was Magnus. Only a fool like Little Horse would play with you Adeptus Custodes.

Guilliman and Zhuang Sen were even more distraught, realizing the Adeptus Custodes was doomed. Why had the Imperial Guard fallen into such a sorry state?

These kinds of weirdos are absolutely not to be bothered with; the more you pay attention to them, the happier they become. The three of them decided to simply ignore them and make a clean getaway.

As they ventured deeper, the three brothers encountered all sorts of bizarre Adeptus Custodes. The ones standing guard outside were alright; at least they knew to wear clothes. But those inside were all exhibitionists.

Those gleaming, massive muscles made one's heart pound; no wonder the Adeptus Custodes were reluctant to go out—it would be utterly humiliating if they did.

After walking through the long, narrow corridor filled with all sorts of mental pollution, the three men and their dog finally arrived at the entrance to the underground palace. After being baptized by those ghostly things, the three brothers' patience had been completely worn down, fearing that a group of perverts were having a party inside the underground palace.

Fortunately, there was no sign of burning inside the underground palace, only a mummified corpse with its eyes wide open, placed on Golden Throne.

At the same time, the moment the three entered the underground palace, a powerful surge of Psychic Power, enough to turn mortals into mincemeat, instantly struck.

"Savage, dog meat, Ambition, Second Son, hurts, ass!"

As the Psychic Power radiance materialized, countless complex thoughts flooded the minds of the two people and the dog. The low-temperature frost generated by the Psychic Power spread instantly, and then turned into intense heat under the golden light.

The instant the Psychic Power shock arrived, Mordred grabbed Rambo's head and shoved it into Guilliman's body.

"Just a hair's breadth away, just a hair's breadth away, and my dog apprentice would be gone."

The sheer volume of the fluctuation sent chills down Mordred's spine; he felt as if his hair was on fire, truly earning him the title of "Burning Head Captain."

Zhuang Sen was also in a bad mood. Overwhelmed by a jumble of thoughts, he was in a daze, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing, muttering strange things like "traitor" and "rebellious Rebellious son," and drool was dripping from his mouth.

Guilliman, on the other hand, remained unmoved, standing there in a daze as if nothing had happened, but he too was forced to the ground by a powerful force, his mouth and eyes agape.

"Enough!"

Emerald Chaos Energy flickered, and boundless brute force erupted instantly. Accompanied by the sound of a mirror shattering, Mordred, covered in blood, leaped onto the Golden Throne and raised his hand to slap the Yellow Skins.

"Slap"

"Neos, wake up, you fucking idiot!"

Perhaps Mordred's slap really worked, as the extremely suppressed Psychic Power fluctuations weakened slightly. Seeing this, Mordred went all out and unleashed a flurry of blows.

With a sharp crack, Mordred's hands moved like afterimages, whipping the Emperor's head back and forth.

Seeing that this method was actually effective, Zhuang Sen, who had regained his senses, rushed up as well, and also pulled Guilliman up with him.

Zhuang Sen threw a punch, Mordred a palm, giving their old father a good beating, leaving Guilliman completely bewildered.

"Brother, Second Brother, isn't what we're doing wrong?"

"Shut up, you Psychic Power Muggle, get back to work! This bastard ruined my hairstyle! Calling him 'father' is giving him face, and he's so rude! Give him a good beating!"

"Exactly! He actually called me a traitor! I think Father's getting dementia; he needs to be brought to his senses! Stop pretending; you were the one who suggested that railgun by the door."

As a Psychic Power Muggle, Guilliman might not be able to receive the signal, but Rambo knew that if Mordred hadn't reacted quickly, he might have been dead, or worse, turned into a cursed dog.

"Guilliman, you better beat him up right now! Your dad actually wanted to recruit me as a water ghost to work for him illegally. You don't want Old Man Huang to know you've married him off to an Aeldari woman, do you?"

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

The two brothers were locked in a fierce fight, and the sound of Rambo barking filled the air. Looking at his father, who was being beaten and swaying back and forth, Guilliman roared, leaped into the air, and kicked the Emperor in the groin:

"Father, they say it's okay to go! This is all for your own good, don't blame me."

At that moment, Guilliman felt he had grown up, his eyes hardened, and he kicked the Emperor's two bad legs hard.

The three brothers relentlessly beat their mute and immobile father, their filial piety so intense that it moved the frail Emperor to Moved.

Watching the torrential rain pouring down from the sky, Marshal Trajan of the Marshal of the Adeptus Custodes couldn't help but sigh, "His Majesty was indeed overthinking it. What's with all this talk about closing the gates? The three Primarchs went to pay their respects, and now it's raining in Holy Terra."

What does this signify? It means His Majesty was Moved to tears after the Scion Chapter!

"Your His Majesty, please enjoy this precious moment."