The Forgotten One

Time flies, and years pass by. Looking at the red-haired brat in front of her, Mordred had no recollection of ever having such a sister.

But he quickly realized that among the 21 Primarch, aside from the two unfortunate individuals, Luojia and Perturabo, there was only one possibility left:

Sisyphus?

"It's me!"

"Then why are you wearing Dorn's clothes?"

"I saw that nobody wanted this armor, so I picked it up."

"Then why did you run away?" Zhuang Sen asked, puzzled.

"If you chase me, of course I'll run!"

It was logical and irrefutable. Anyone else would have run away if three big guys suddenly appeared. But if you said it was the truth, Zhuang Sen and Mordred wouldn't believe it; only Guilliman would.

"Something's not right, nine out of ten things are wrong. If you're a Primarch, why didn't you show yourself after we three brothers returned?"

Can I not tell you?

"Are you sure? Zhuang Sen, quickly lift up Guilliman's clothes and show her what we've got."

Without any hesitation, amidst Guilliman's loud scream, Zhuang Sen ripped his robes apart, revealing Guilliman's bruised and Mighty Body, especially the diaper with the "Extreme" mark that caught everyone's eye.

"Kid, don't think I won't torture you just because you're our sister. We have plenty of ways and means."

We dare to beat up those Yellow Skins! There's nothing we wouldn't dare to do!

If you tell the truth, I'll accept you as my sister. If you don't, I'm just worried about not having enough Blood Reservoir to create seeds."

Mordred and Zhuang Sen don't seem like actors, Guilliman's injury isn't fake either. The three of them together are far from God and not close to humanity either.

"I said, after I finish speaking, can you let me go? I didn't do anything, I didn't even leave Terra, I just picked up a piece of clothing."

Sisyphus, true to her name, looked incredibly easy to bully. Not only did she speak in a cowardly tone, but she also had an extremely low profile. If she hadn't been exposed to her face, probably no one would have noticed her. She was like a Big Rat crawling in the shadows.

Seeing how cooperative this guy was, Mordred softened her tone considerably, saying, "We're siblings from the same parents, how could we possibly harm you? I'm the one who rubbed your body."

"But you are bad people, Tyrant. You came to Terra and started a massacre. The one who isn't wearing clothes is the worst. That's what the books say. And I even saw the three of you ganging up on Father."

"Nonsense! We were clearly treating our father. Even tigers don't eat their cubs. The Yellow Skins is our father. How could we possibly beat him? Didn't you see it was raining in Terra? These are tears of Moved and relief."

As for why we launched the Great Purge, it's entirely because the other side was inhumane; they didn't kill anyone who had any positive impact, sending them directly to labor reform.

Sisyphus didn't believe it and pretended to be stupid, but Mordred wouldn't tolerate it. She opened the box on the spot and tore the Centurion Warsuit apart with her bare hands. Then the three brothers discovered a problem: Sisyphus was too short.

Among the Primarch, whose average height is over three meters, Sisyphus is only two and a half meters tall, while even the two shorty Primarchs Alpharius and Omega, are two and a half meters tall.

"Look, what are you looking at? So what if I'm tall? Does being tall make you superior? Good things come in small packages, you're all just tall and don't have brains."

The sight of the three men deeply wounded Sisyphus's pride. She didn't want to be so short, but that was exactly what she was. Plus, without armor to fill out her physique, she felt terrible.

This only confirmed Mordred's suspicions: the Soul Drinkers were definitely Sisyphus's offspring.

After all, such evenly sized little gadgets are really rare.

Furthermore, after the Battle of Zadan, the few remaining members of the 11th Legion were assigned to the Imperial Fists, which indirectly proves why the Soul Drinkers call themselves the Imperial Fists Scion Chapter.

Sisyphus was slightly taken aback, his mouth already steaming. He never expected to encounter such a troubled child after ten thousand years. Mordred couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately, as a great educator, Master Mordred had ample experience in educating such problem children, and he directly crushed the Centurion's Adamantium skeleton with his bare hands in front of Sisyphus.

Seeing the clump of Adamantium seeping out from between Mordred's fingers like soft mud, Sisyphus's eyes instantly cleared. In fact, this happened when Mordred placed her hand on her head.

"Ah, back in the day, your Second Brother relied on hard work and sweat to overpower everyone with just his physical strength."

The once invincible warrior who could smash the skull of even Greater Daemon with a single punch is now far from what he used to be.

Why are you sweating so much?

Of course she was sweating. Ever since that hand landed on her head, she felt like her head was protesting. And when she met Mordred's rather kind and gentle gaze, she didn't dare to move.

"Second Brother, I'm so excited! The thought of reuniting with you all makes me incredibly happy."

"Really?"

Even Adamantium couldn't be this real!

"See, you should have done this sooner! Remember, I'm your Second Brother, this is your eldest brother, and that Ambition fellow is your Thirteenth Brother! From now on, you'll be the second Princess of the empire."

Without giving Sisyphus a chance to wonder, Mordred simply grabbed her, tucked her under his arm, and headed deeper into the Imperial Palace.

Mordred was probably more familiar with the palace's layout than Dorne, the chief architect, after all, he was the major financier of the Weasel Web, and he knew far too much about the little secrets hidden in those dark corners.

In the deathly silence, none of the three brothers spoke, except for Sisyphus, who continued to mutter to himself.

But she quickly ran out of things to say, because Mordred really knew how to open boxes.

As the green light came on, a secret elevator was activated. There were many footprints around, indicating that people frequently came and went, but the elevator had never been used.

After taking the elevator, the four of them arrived directly at the Gene Research Institute located deep in the Himalayas. As soon as they opened the door, they saw a large number of small odds and ends piled up there, making it look like a doghouse. There was even a complete set of the Adeptus Custodes Achillus Armour inside.

The entire research institute was in complete chaos, with signs of battle everywhere. The most conspicuous thing was a dog hole that ran through multiple walls, going straight up, its depth unknown.

There was a lot of household garbage next to the dog hole, but the most abundant thing was books, all kinds of books.

Picking out any book at random, Mordred was already in a bad mood just from the title. "<The God-Emperor Tyrant Record> - who the hell wrote this? Oh! It's Luojia, no wonder."

When Sisyphus saw Mordred easily bypass multiple layers of defenses, not only without triggering any alarms, but also proceeding unimpeded and even commenting on his collection, Sisyphus completely panicked:

"No, I'll do whatever you say, just don't lock me in that cage again."

Mordred remained silent, but placed his hand on the wall, activating the research institute's backup Plasma Reactor. Accompanied by an electronically synthesized voice confirming identity verification, the damaged facilities were rapidly repaired, revealing the core laboratory at the rear.

Seeing the Ewe's Womb, violently damaged and bearing the Rome numeral 11, Mordred finally put Sisyphus down.

Tell me everything you know.