Family Recognition Ceremony, Register Over There.

Nefarian? Are you sure you are my offspring?

"I'm sure! Father, look how alike we are!"

"You don't know, since the Chapter was formed, we have been subjected to discrimination and even called heretics, which is completely slander."

But as your descendants, we have never lost our faith, and no matter how others slander us, we firmly believe that we are Fealty.

And now, we have finally found our Gene-Father, and that person is you!

"Oh, this."

Mordred glanced at the documents in his hand, then at the burly man who claimed to be his offspring, pausing for a moment, especially at the dark skin and the sharp bone spurs growing from his arms:

"Chapter, what a great name! It truly lives up to its name. But have you ever thought about this? You're called the Black Dragon Chapter, so your parent organization should be the Salamanders, right?"

And even if we take a step back and say that the bone spurs on your hands look like mine, then I'll admit it, I also have a tail!

But open your eyes and look closely. My face is so pale, and yours is so dark. You call me "father"? Wait a minute, I remember I found a photograph in the Imperial Palace."

After saying that, Mordred took out a Family Photo and pointed to the tallest and strongest black guy in it for Nefarian to see.

Upon closer inspection, Nefarian's eyes widened in astonishment, realizing that this man was incredibly handsome, robust, and imposing, unlike any ordinary person.

"Nonsense, this is Vulkan, I don't care if others call him Vulkan, Uncle Black, Dragon Fruit, Wokan whatever, in short, this is your real father. Go register at number 18."

"No way!" Nefarian knew he wasn't Atlas, but he had brought his family to Holy Terra not to find relatives, but to blend in.

"Second Uncle, we're really terrified of being poor. The Codex Astartes Code stipulates that Chapter should have 1,000 members, but we don't even have 200. We struggle to even operate a Strike Cruiser, and we're constantly being harassed by those damned Black sprouts. Please help your Great Nephew Laan out!"

And as you know, your name is on this Codex Astartes, it's written in black and white."

Nefarian didn't mean it, or rather, this is the reality for most Chapter. Chapter with homeworlds are better off, at least they have some territory, but there are many ship-based Chapter, and that's truly a miserable situation.

Not only are supplies scarce and manpower is tight, but the already small population also has to pay taxes, including Gene-Seed. Furthermore, due to the Black Dragon Chapter's unique dragon bone mutation, many Forge World have their eyes on them.

Without the Astartes Codex, the Empire might have been destroyed long ago, but it is precisely because of the Codex Astartes that the Chapter is in this half-dead state.

Then some people might ask, doesn't the Codex Astartes stipulate that you can develop on your own? If you're not doing well, it's your fault for not being capable.

But the problem is, you have to be able to make it big. Not all Chapter are as ancient as their parent warbands. The parent warbands not only have a large number of members and great power, but even the worst-performing ones have multiple worlds supporting them.

Putting aside everything else, just look at the Space Wolves, those space huskies. If they weren't the First Founding, they would probably have been crushed by the Council after the Moon of Shame. How could they possibly have the audacity to give the Imperial Cult attitude and even bombard it with warships?

After listening to the other person's story, Guilliman, who had been forced by Mordred to work as a laborer, blushed deeply. The Primarch's blush spoke louder than any other expression; he felt as if the other person was cursing him.

And this isn't the first time; anyone would criticize the Codex Astartes, and they'd do it right to his face.

Guilliman wanted to escape, but Mordred wouldn't let him. "Nonsense," Mordred reasoned, "What would I do if he ran away? He didn't write this toilet paper. There's a cause for every crime, don't try to pin it on me. If Guilliman ran away, he'd be the culprit."

"I know about your situation." Mordred grasped the other's hand, indicating that you could rest assured that your Second Uncle was back, and he would definitely not be like some Ambition person who would make fun of you.

"First, go to position 18 to register for genetic testing. Write down all your suffering truthfully. After that, we will allocate and recombine your genetic information."

As for any of your ailments, I guarantee I'll cure them. As long as your Second Uncle has food to eat, you'll never go hungry.

But there's one thing I need to make clear to you: I didn't write on this toilet paper. I don't know this guy well; it was him, this blond guy, who wrote it. You can insult him, but you're not allowed to insult me."

Nefarian had been waiting for these words. The black dragon lad immediately stood at attention and gave an Aquila Salute: "Heh heh, I have lived up to Your Highness's expectations!"

"And I have lived up to the Lord Regent's expectations."

Seeing Nefarian head to registration point 18 with his good friend, Guilliman felt increasingly uneasy. "Something's not right. Why does he call you 'Your Highness' so readily, but treats me Lord Regent, like a freebie?"

"Nonsense, it's already very polite of him not to scold you to your face. Do you think he could at least say a few words of praise to you? It's one thing for him to write something, but you had to include my name in it. It's all your fault."

And let me tell you, this is still considered good. At least people can come to Terra. Many people are hiding in corners, afraid to come out, just in case you use another "Benevolence Decree".

Next!

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gigantic giant pushed open the door, forcing even a 3.5-meter-tall behemoth like Mordred to look up.

With just one glance, Mordred knew this was definitely a tough opponent. The Power Armor, modified from Terminator, was not only tattered and patched up, but the rifling of the Bolter at his waist was also worn away.

"Uncle! I've finally found you. You have no idea how much discrimination we've faced since the Chapter was formed."

"Stop! I suspect you're all in cahoots to fool me. Wait, what did you call me?"

"Second Uncle!" Tyberius opened his Great Maw and offered a fawning smile. But even with that smile, Mordred felt no joy, only horror.

"Your Highness, you may not know this, but I am not one of those opportunists outside. Although there are many different opinions, I firmly believe that we are Scion Chapter of the Dark Angels. Look how much I resemble the Lion King!"

Mordred didn't laugh, but the Fallen Angels hiding in the corner did. The former Fallen Angels, now the Risen Angels, Zabriel, jumped out and immediately launched into a string of insults:

"You're talking nonsense. Our Dark Angels Gene-Seed extremely stable. You're already over 4 meters tall. Standing there, you're two heads taller than our father."

Your skin is deathly pale, and you grin like a Ghouls, yet you have the nerve to say you look like our Gene-Father? How dare you!

you?"

Tyberius had never been treated like this before. His power claw instantly extended, ready to fight Zabriel to the death on the spot. Zabriel, however, was not afraid at all. He drew his sword and was ready to duel on the spot. Then, the two unlucky guys were slapped to the ground by Mordred.

"Men, strip these two idiots naked and hang them on the flagpole! You dare cause trouble in front of me? You've got a death wish!"

With these two unlucky guys cosplaying as teru teru bozu dolls, the other Chapter Master lined up obediently like elementary school students.

However, since the other party had come, Mordred had to endorse them. Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, she extended her long tail and gave Tyberius a needle.

"It's a little sweet, a little fishy, and has a chewy texture. It's not Koz, nor Khan, and it doesn't have Russ's fishy smell, but this gene fragment looks familiar. It's like I've done this kind of experiment before. That's right, you're Corvus Corax's son."

"The Raven King?"

"That's right, Corvus Corax is so fair-skinned, how did he end up with such a big guy like you? Oh right, I remember now, you're the Carcharodons. The great white shark on your ship was one I raised back in the day. Go register at seat 19 in a bit."

Next!"

The campaign to reunite Mordred continues, and more and more Chapter are taking action after discovering that these Chapter have not been called back to be slaughtered.

The Crusader Chapter, Dark Brotherhood Chapter, Dark Eagle Chapter, Dark Hand Chapter, Death Knights Chapter —these Chapter are relatively easy to identify.

Those Death Strike Chapter who wore Smurf-themed Paint Scheme and claimed to be Ultramarines were immediately rejected by Mordred, who declared that their ability to harden everyone upon their arrival meant they were definitely Sons of Dorn, and ordered them to report to the Black Templars.

There are many Ultramarines, so it's normal for someone to think of themselves Ultramarines. After all, the reputation of having the biggest butt is well-deserved. Everyone knows that Guilliman has a big butt and is good at having children. If you don't know who your father is, just be sure to identify yourself as Ultramarines.

However, there are exceptions, such as Crimson Fists, who firmly believes he is the Ultramarines, and thus they have mistaken their father.

Among them are not only those who mistakenly identified their fathers, but also those who were forced to accept a father figure, such as the Sons of the Phoenix, a newly formed Chapter composed entirely of Primaris Space Marine.

When this Chapter claimed to be the Sons of Dorn, Guilliman dodged the question and feigned ignorance. Just from the name, it was clear the Sons of the Phoenix were definitely not the Sons of Dorn; they were all just white-haired lads.

Kaul's genome is so pure that others might not know, but how could Mordred not see it? He looks nine-tenths like Fulgrim.

There were also some Chapter whose reputations were so bad that they were beaten to a pulp by a group of people as soon as they appeared, to the point that Mordred had to send people to maintain order. This Chapter was none other than the Malice Warriors.

Just from their name, you can tell this group is malicious. On the one hand, they look down on everyone, and on the other hand, they love to cause trouble. However, they are Fealty and even quite trustworthy.

They acted recklessly, daring to kill and provoke anyone, and were notorious troublemakers. Their actions were quite bizarre, and because they were so poor, they even went so far as to instigate conflicts Chapter in order to steal other people's equipment.

After learning about the Chapter's style of operation, Moreleide was initially a little flustered, after all, it was just too similar, especially this kind of cheeky and bastard-like behavior, which was completely at the mercy of Atlas.

But he quickly realized that Atlas couldn't possibly be that poor. And while Mordred was tasting the gene sequence, he was still wondering if it was Pepe's child, after all, they were a bit of a mismatch.

But the result was unexpected; they were not the offspring of Perturabo, but rather the offspring of Luojia!

It's strange, but that's the truth.

There was good news, though: Mordred did manage to find quite a few Atlas using this wide-net approach, but this good mood ended on the fifth day.

All because a Chapter came before Mordred:

"The Soul Drinkers?"