You See, You're Singing Again.

How to describe heavy rain?

Some might mention rainy nights, overpasses, and Maybachs, and use these to create some kind of so-called "painful literature."

But this thing is just a pathetic fantasy of a loser named Long Gui Xuan after suppressing his feelings. Once a loser, always a loser. He should write at least a 1748-word essay to severely criticize this loser.

If Mordred were to describe it, it would be that the rain was so heavy that he would not hesitate to buy an umbrella from a shady vendor for 200 dollars.

At this very moment, just like at that very moment, a sudden downpour swept across Holy Terra, finally letting the people on this little broken ball experience what rain truly meant.

A heavy rain washed away the filth and dispersed the blood that flowed with the return of the original body.

The former Emperor and Malcador lured the Mars Adeptus Mechanicus with just a downpour, and now another torrential rain is coming, making countless devout believers marvel at the power of the God-Emperor!

No wonder the demigod Jaghatai Khan left behind such a convincing and timeless saying; this is the wisdom of the ancients.

Chagatai was truly unlucky. He was a dashing and unrestrained horseman, but because of a slip of the tongue, he was muttered about for a full 10,000 years.

With the arrival of this torrential rain, the Warp storm that had previously confined the Holy Terra to the dark room vanished without a trace, and Terra regained contact with the Outside World.

Seeing the High Lords Council completely wiped out, the Imperial Navy didn't even put up a fight, immediately sliding to its knees and being taken over by the four legions.

As for your claim that we were traitors and rebels, you need to provide evidence. As everyone knows, our Imperial Navy never fights prepared battles, and we protected the three Primarch without firing a single shot.

As for who was involved in the plan to eliminate the Primarch, it must have been the High Lord, the root of all evil. They're like generals who are not subject to the rules when they're abroad; we didn't do anything!

Incompetence might be a derogatory term, but at this moment it became the Imperial Navy's shield, giving Astartes no reason to deal with these people.

But none of that matters. What matters is that with the arrival of this torrential rain, the Emperor finally calmed down, and even a ballad was sung:

"Thirty years of wind and rain, Gold Ring, Sagittarius --"

"Look at you, singing again!"

Because there was simply too much to sample, Mordred didn't give the Emperor a chance to go berserk. He punched the mummy right in the eye socket, stopping the brainwashing incessantly, and then the rain poured down even harder.

This peculiar connection intrigued the three brothers, who all stepped forward to test it. Soon, through their meticulous beating of Old Man Huang, the three brothers figured out how to manipulate the distribution of rainfall in the Holy Terra.

Rain is good. Terra is so dry, it's about time for some rain. It's just a bit of a hassle for the three Primarchs, as they still have to manually control it.

"Could this rain be my father's tears?"

"Don't joke around. Yellow Skins don't feel pain. He's just a dried-up corpse now, with hardly any flesh left on his body. Even if he could feel pain, who knows which personality is currently dominating his consciousness?"

Even if it turns out to be a bad apple, we've still done a service to the people!

Zhuang Sen and Guilliman thought about it and agreed. The sudden attack by the Psychic Power just now didn't seem like the work of a good person. What good person would drag someone down to become a water ghost?

That Rambo almost died. It's hilarious to think he turned into a cursed dog; it would just be another example of Dog-men biodiversity.

Although she was furiously smashing Old Man Huang's little toe, Mordred felt an indescribable sadness looking at the skull frame stuck on the Golden Toilet.

"Old Man Huang, you know, I was perfectly fine when I left, how did I end up like this in the blink of an eye? I don't even feel like cursing you anymore."

"Crack! Ouch, this bone is broken."

Mordred pulled a bottle of shampoo from behind his back, applied it a couple of times, and then glued the finger bone back on.

"No, we absolutely cannot let Old Man Huang suffer like this. Look at all the pits on his body; he must have suffered a lot of injustice."

Upon hearing this, without the three of them even lifting a finger, the rain outside the Imperial Palace poured down even harder, making the three brothers quite distressed.

"No, we have to get Father back to normal, at least enough to make him speak. I remember there was a talking device, why isn't it working now?"

Zhuang Sen's words jolted Guilliman awake. He immediately pulled Mordred to the side of the throne, pointed at the speaker, and asked:

"Second Brother, this communicator has been overloaded since it was installed. Since you made it, you must know how to fix it, right?"

"What kind of talking device? I've never made this crap before."

Mordred didn't believe it. After all, his inventions were all about sophistication, and he would never use gold as a color. He usually used black as a base, with red and green as accents, and a little bit of white for a striking and eye-catching effect.

But after he took the thing apart and heard the startup sound effect of "Atlas Technology welcomes you, creating happiness with heart, no money to play with you," he was a little dumbfounded.

"This thing was definitely not made by me. Atlas has never taken on this kind of business. You may not understand, but the materials on this thing are exactly the same as those on the Golden Throne, which means it is a creation from the time of the Human Federation."

As the saying goes, a good horse needs a good saddle. The Psychic Power pollution of a massive energy entity like the Yellow Skins belongs to the level of Chaos God, and ordinary materials simply cannot withstand such a huge energy impact.

"Hey Zhuang Sen, doesn't this look familiar?"

In fact, Zhuang Sen knew nothing about these mechanical creations. If it were Perturabo or Ferrus, they might have been very interested and might even have studied them together with Mordred.

But since his brother had asked, the prideful Lion King naturally wouldn't refuse, and then he realized the problem:

"This design looks familiar, Rangdan?"

No, it should be Dahl!

Atlas's initial technology was developed from the Dar Company's database. However, due to the database's incompleteness, Atlas did not possess that technology during the Great Crusade and had to settle for a less advanced approach, but the essence remained unchanged.

My production philosophy is to focus on functionality, not necessarily high quality. The most important thing is that it's durable, reliable, and can be mass-produced to cover costs through output.

Zhuang Sen was a little confused, but Guilliman understood. "Mordred means that although Atlas's weapons and equipment seem cheap and durable, their quality is not bad."

"That's right. Don't think that just because we Atlas often pick up trash, and even the Titan mainly produce Dire Wolf or those below the Warlord-class, they look cheap. But that's because of their cost-effectiveness."

The materials and processes used in our weapons and equipment are not cheap. Take the Bolter as an example: to extend its service life and make the trajectory more stable, the barrel is mixed with 0.13% Adamantium, and then a large amount of Adamantium is used to further reduce weight.

"That doesn't make sense."

Mordred didn't even need to answer; Guilliman, who was standing nearby, answered the question, "Because of production capacity, while the Adeptus Mechanicus was still making things by hand, Atlas's fully automated production lines were already in place."

Perhaps Atlas's weapons aren't as good as those handcrafted by the Arch-Magos, but the Empire has so many Arch-Magos. While ensuring quality, more is better, bigger is better, and the key is standardization.

"That's right, standardization. That's the first lesson I learned, and that teacher is the Serenity Dahl Ruins."

Mordred suddenly became excited. This wasn't a battlefield brawl, but an academic contest. It was by analyzing the genetic code of the Randan Xenos that Atlas was able to acquire the powerful tool of the Mind Network.

And Rangdan's predecessor was the Dar Company, so even after 10,000 years, Atlas still couldn't avoid this destined rival.

"Leave it to me, I'll fix the communicator. It's like a problem tailor-made for me, as if it knew I possessed the Star God Power."

But then again, when did this Centurion arrive here? He's round and yellowish, quite cute.

"It seems like it was there before; I didn't even notice until you pointed it out."

The three paid no attention to the Centurion loitering in the corner; after all, the Imperial Palace, even just the exposed buildings, was as large as an entire mountain range, so it wouldn't be surprising to find anything there.

Now that the problem has been identified, the rest is relatively simple: Mordred repairs the speaker, and Zhuang Sen continues with the cleaning.

As for Guilliman, he was busy reforming the workplace while continuing to farm.

However, before that, the three brothers discussed it and decided to issue a wide call for heroes, summoning back all the Chapter they could. The current Chapter structure was somewhat outdated, and it was time to reorganize the legions.

Little did the three know the enormity of the trouble that would ensue once this message was sent out.

This is especially true for those Chapter who are destitute, unwanted, begging everywhere and disliked, and struggling to make ends meet.

Primarch are in high demand!