Little Centurion, You Can't Escape!

Inside the Imperial Palace, in a Secret Room undetectable by any detector, was Guilliman's location. "You bastard, if you dare touch me with your filthy hands again, I'll blast you apart! Big brother, Second Brother, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"Heh heh, Guilliman, you're just messing around. You won't be able to beg for mercy in a minute. You even called out 'Second Brother' to beg for mercy, you rascal!"

Guilliman, his body glowing, was hung from the roof like a roast goose, covered only by a diaper. His face was covered in bruises, his swollen and bruised features telling a story of endless humiliation.

However, no matter how much Guilliman begged for mercy, Mordred and Zhuang Sen simply stood there quietly watching MOMmom.

"Music!"

With Mordred's snap of his fingers, a powerful melody began, seemingly a very old song, from 2k...

It was performed by a band during that period.

At that very moment, three figures appeared behind Mordred, and the Lion King couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"Hey Guilliman, like this song? It was so Kiya in the Terra 2K era!"

"Oh (ō;)"

I wasn't quite sure of the song's origin, but a strange feeling washed over me, and Guilliman immediately got goosebumps all over his body, while cold sweat poured down his back.

Hey Youngman!!

Quack! It turned out to be three burly, perverted Adeptus Custodes dressed in very little clothing. Their lewd eyes and obscene smiles made it clear that they were the cream of the crop among the Adeptus Custodes.

To Guillimambo, the three Adeptus Custodes before him were now more terrifying and frightening than a billion Ork Boy.

"You wouldn't believe it, would you, Guilliman? I specially borrowed three hunks from Trajan, and upon hearing of a beauty like you, they all came over to personally attend to you without a second thought!"

Mordred rattled off a string of words, while the Lion King, not to be outdone, opened a bottle of lubricant right in front of Guilliman, his expression lewd, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"Old 13, you don't know this, their current group is called 'The Three Custodians,' which means three Adeptus Custodes."

Don't underestimate them; even among the Adeptus Custodes, where everyone is a perverted exhibitionist, these three are outstanding.

Each one has their own unique strengths and special skills. Their fighting spirit and patience are truly astounding, and their secret weapons will bring you unexpected surprises! Hahaha!

Just seeing these three terrifying creatures made Guilliman break out in a cold sweat and emit a sharp, explosive sound:

"No, no, you can't, you can't do this!"

"Hahaha, why not? Guilliman, weren't you enjoying spreading rumors about me? Now you're scared? I'm going to make hundreds of billions of copies to show the whole Milky Way. This is the price you pay for spreading rumors and causing trouble for me. Enjoy it!"

Having said that, three Adeptus Custodes stepped forward, one holding a pipe wrench, another an electric drill, and the last one was the most formidable of all, the Pear of Anguish in his hand gleaming with a chilling light.

Without any hesitation, a strong, powerful hand slammed down. "Oh! Your Highness, look at you, your whole body is covered in solid muscle!"

"Quack! Get your hands off me, get your filthy hands off me!"

"Roar, the scent is strong and powerful, so strong!"

Upon seeing the three people before him, Guilliman burst into tears, drenched in cold sweat, and surged with uncontrollable rage, becoming utterly oblivious to everything else. "Second Brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

With a cold laugh, a burst of flashes went off as Zhuang Sen, camera in hand, captured this unforgettable moment.

The three Adeptus Custodes also turned around instantly, ran to Mordred with extremely eager eyes, and stared at him.

"Your Highness, we have done everything you asked us to do. Is that alright?"

"Sure, sure. Here, this is my personally formulated Muscle and Bone Strengthening Powder. Take it three times a day after meals. After taking it, I guarantee you'll have shiny, smooth skin. It's purely chemically extracted, contains no natural ingredients, and also protects your liver and kidneys and promotes metabolism. I guarantee it will make you the most beautiful kid."

The three Adeptus Custodes, having obtained the treasure, vanished at the speed of light without a word, leaving Guilliman utterly bewildered.

"Mordred, Zhuang Sen, you've tricked me!"

"What? Still not satisfied with how you are? Should I call them over again?"

Guilliman remained silent; he was truly terrified now. The Mordred of the past, though reckless and unscrupulous, was nowhere near as deranged as he was now. Who knew if Mordred would pull out a stun gun and stab him the next second?

"Could you please delete the photos?"

"Then you must be joking. Begging me won't help. Even if I wanted to delete it, Zhuang Sen wouldn't. We'll live off you for the rest of our lives with this little secret. If outsiders see it, even if you don't have multiple escape routes, you'll never be able to clear your name even if you jump into the Milky Way."

Having said that, Mordred immediately unlocked the chains. Only Zhuang Sen had any conscience left, so he took out a robe and tossed it to Guilliman to prevent the Lord Regent from doing anything disrespectful.

After leaving the Secret Room, the two brothers didn't let Guilliman go either, and directly carried him deeper into the underground palace.

As for what it's for, it's to install a talking device on the Yellow Skins, of course.

However, when the three arrived at the Golden Throne, they discovered that there were outsiders present. A Centurion, who was kneeling on the Emperor's lap, even tried to run away upon seeing the three.

Mordred had been suspicious for a while; he always felt that this world was abnormal. Now, seeing this Centurion, his Dying Memories jumped up and slapped him across the face.

"Don't run, Dorn, stop right there!"

"Dorn! Where is he?"

"It's that Centurion; the person inside must be Dorn."

If Mordred had any doubts before, she was now certain that the Centurion was Dorn; otherwise, why would he run away?

Mordred is alright, after all, he left the scene early, which means he has less of Dark History and didn't experience the mess that followed.

Zhuang Sen's lifespan was similar, totaling only 300 years. During those 300 years, he served as Warmaster and enjoyed countless battles.

She had a positive image and later became Sleeping Beauty.

Only Guilliman was instantly enraged upon hearing Dorn's name, thinking, "Seventh Brother, you're really wicked! When I returned to Terra, I was ostracized everywhere, and you didn't stand up for me. Now that the three of us brothers are back, you're still pretending to be dead. So you bastard have been hiding here all along."

"Catch him! We absolutely cannot let him get away!"

Faced with the encirclement and interception of the three Primarchs, the Centurion used agility far beyond that of an ordinary Space Marine to leap and bound, even performing a 720-degree backflip.

This further reinforced the three's deduction: the Centurion was heavier than the Terminator, yet he could carry that suit of iron and still move so smoothly—if he wasn't the Primarch, then who was?

Seeing that the guy was still running away, Mordred became ruthless, snatched the pistol from Zhuang Sen's waist, jumped onto the throne, and shouted at his Good Father's skull:

"Stop! Get over here right now! If you dare run away again, I'll smash your dad's head in."

"That's your father too."

"I don't care, just tell me if he's your father or not?"

"Waaaaah!"

Upon hearing the dead head speak, Mordred slapped it across the face. "Shut up, you unfilial father!"

You still dare to yell? If you can't speak properly, then don't. Who can understand what you're saying? If you yell again, I'll beat you up too.

Unexpectedly, his good brother was so capable, acting so convincingly that he almost fooled him. Without saying a word, Zhuang Sen and Guilliman grabbed the stunned Centurion and brought him over.

"Second Son, your acting is really good."

"Of course, I call this a genuine expression of emotion. Dorn, you're still pretending, aren't you? Don't think that just because you're hiding in this shell, no one will notice. I'm going to rip your hood off right now."

Grabbing it in one swift motion, Mordred instantly refined it, extending his claws that embedded themselves directly into the Adamantium. With a slight effort, he ripped the helmet off, leaving the three brothers dumbfounded:

"No, who are you?"