Remember One Thing Until Death

"I'm hitting you! Tell me, where did you hide my scarf?"

The Emperor, now equipped with a talking device, spoke in human language, but his words were unpleasant. What did he mean by "Stop hitting me"? We didn't hit you at all! You don't even have eyeballs, yet you say we hit you? That's complete slander.

"You Yellow Skins, say something! Scarf, where's my big red scarf?"

"Is that you, Second Son? You're finally back! That wretched Mordred, you tricked me! You idiot, I Am Not a God! Luojia, rebellious daughter!"

As Mordred shook the Emperor violently while holding him down, a ball of light emerged from Guilliman's body and, to Sisyphus's slightly puzzled gaze, transformed into a dog's head, replacing Guilliman's skull.

"Boss, what you're doing is useless. Old Man Huang has dementia; his soul is shattered into countless pieces. He won't be able to tell you anything even if you ask him."

Rambo was right. During his ten-thousand-year-long life as a corpse, the Emperor had become completely intertwined with the Golden Throne. The faith of trillions of humans had converged and poured into this body.

According to historical records, when the Emperor first sat on the throne, he still had flesh on his body, but when the moment of demonic possession arrived, that is, after Luojia went mad, the Emperor began to gradually wither away.

The Imperial scholars didn't not want the Emperor to return to normal, but they simply couldn't. The Faith, strong enough to shake the Warp, continued to grow, making the Emperor no longer the Golden Giant he once was.

If the Four Merchants are Warp Entity born from the extreme emotional tides of all beings, then the Emperor is an uncrowned king forcibly elevated to such a position by human faith.

When a person is sick, they can take medicine or have surgery, but the Emperor cannot. He is completely immobile; if he moves even slightly, the entire Holy Terra will be blown to Eye of Terror.

Even his Perpetual resurrection mechanism couldn't be triggered, since the prerequisite for Perpetual is death. He couldn't die even if he wanted to, and could only endure it on the toilet.

Moreover, with such a massive convergence of Faith, Neos's individual will had long been shattered.

To say that the left brain attacked the right brain would be an exaggeration. The Emperor is now brainless. The only good news is that those soul fragments have inherited the Emperor's characteristics, making them particularly stubborn.

"I Am Not a God! Mordred is an amateur, Luojia."

"Yes, yes, you're not a god, I'm an amateur. Can you give me back my scarf?"

"I Am Not a God, I'm an amateur - Luojia -"

No matter how Mordred questioned him, the Emperor would only repeat the same few sentences over and over, which annoyed Mordred to no end. However, he couldn't get angry, since it was already quite an achievement for the Yellow Skins to have lasted this long, and he couldn't ask for anything more.

Why are you so resentful? You keep saying I'm an amateur.

Seeing Mordred standing there in a daze, Guilliman stepped forward to comfort him, "Boss, try to think positively. At least the Emperor can speak now, right?"

"Yes, it's not your fault that your father is like this. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, you should think about how to help him recover."

"As long as the three of us—" Zhuang Sen paused, glancing at the slightly embarrassed and bewildered Sisyphus beside him, then changed his words, "As long as the four of us work together, we will definitely be able to restore Father to normal."

"You're the worst of us brothers, but with such a sharp mind, you'll definitely come up with a treatment plan."

Watching the three brothers so affectionate and respectful, Sisyphus felt he should also try to fit in. But Mordred only had shoulders, and there was no room for her, so he could only place his hand on Guilliman's head. "Second Brother, I believe you!"

"You believe me? You're such a fool who can be easily fooled even in a game, and you believe me? Well, thank you so much."

Sisyphus was rather naive; she wasn't stupid. She could tell Mordred was being sarcastic, but she could only mutter under her breath, "Father's just gone mad, he's not dead. Why are you all acting so bitter and resentful?"

According to what you said before, Father is a ticking time bomb right now. People live to be happy, what's the use of you thinking so much? There's still no solution. Why don't you think about what to have for lunch?"

After saying that, Sisyphus actually pushed out a food cart from a corner of the underground palace and started baking bread in front of everyone, and even fried an egg.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first!

Soon, the entire underground palace was filled with the aroma of wheat. The three brothers sat on the ground, squatting in front of the food cart, watching Sisyphus roast wheat vigorously.

To be fair, Sisyphus certainly lived up to the Primarch's name; the baked flatbreads were quite crispy, and they were served with roast meat, fried eggs, vegetables, and even a secret sauce to enhance the flavor. There was even iced soda in the food cart.

A bite of wheat cake, a sip of chemically-based sweetened water—the four siblings sat around the pot, devouring their food while gazing at the Golden Toilet.

"If this were before, even if we were eating shit together, Father would still come over and snatch a couple of bites."

"That's right, that's how my father is, but I've never eaten shit, Rambo says he hasn't either."

"Come on, Rambo's already eaten it."

"Really?" Guilliman was a little skeptical. Although Rambo, that dog, had a foul mouth and liked to get up in the middle of the night to manipulate his body to steal food, he had never eaten shit before. He immediately grabbed his dog's ear to ask for an explanation.

"You dog, did you eat shit using my body?"

"You're talking nonsense! I'm Dog-men, not a dog. Why would I eat shit when I have perfectly good food? You Ambition, all you do is spread rumors. If it weren't for me, you would have been beaten to death by Magnus long ago."

Mordred and Zhuang Sen knew that Magnus was now the Daemon Primarch, but they didn't know the specifics. With Sisyphus, the gossipy girl, stirring things up, Guilliman and Rambo began to recount the events of the Battle of Luna.

"You wouldn't believe it, when Little Horse saw me merge with Rambo, he was terrified. He was yelling and screaming that we were with the Khorne, and then two dogs fell from the sky and bit his butt."

He went from being Magic Little Pony to a one-eyed, Sunburned Ogryn, unable to use any Psychic Power magic, and was ultimately kidnapped on the spot by the Khorne.

As the only notable victory for the man and his dog, Rambo's eyes lit up as Guilliman recounted the story, and he immediately projected a precious battle video onto the screen.

Watching the nine-meter-tall red-skinned troll instantly Collapsed on the Ground, transforming from Magic Little Pony with two pairs of large black wings into a stupid, muscular red-skinned brute, Guilliman and Rambo couldn't help but laugh out loud, "See? Magnus is such a loser. All he's got is his size and no brains. He's just a one-eyed Sunburned Ogryn, even corrupted by Chaos, he's still just as stupid."

"That's right, as long as we brothers work together, we are invincible."

"Base!"

"Bo!"

"Good brothers, for life!"

Magnus does have a Sunburned Ogryn one-eyed, so it's normal that he's not very bright. But what are you two getting so worked up about?

However, after seeing the video, Mordred remembered something.

Magnus has now transformed from Magic Little Pony into a muscular brute. Magnus did indeed undergo a similar strange transformation 10,000 years ago, but in the exact opposite way.

In order to treat the pony's muscle atrophy, Mordred and Russ embarked on a spontaneous journey through the Emperor Spirit, traveling directly to the ancient era in their dreams and creating the Dog-men Imperium.

Logically speaking, this journey should not have occurred in the first place. Dream walking is based on a medium, utilizing the unstable nature of Warp time to explore through that medium.

In other words, the extent to which Magnus's dream extends is the limit to which they can explore. Clearly, during that dream journey, Mordred and Russ did not rely on Magnus's dream, but rather on the Khorne '.

This also indirectly proves the fact that Magnus was Khorne.

Mordred felt he had overlooked something. His first dream journey was due to Horus's prophecy. Considering the existing clues, Horus's prophecy was indeed accurate, except that it was a different Timeline of him, in a world where the Old Man Huang was the Lord of Beasts.

This can be verified by the fake Guilliman that Guilliman and Zhuang Sen encountered during the Great Heresy.

"No, both of these dream walks were wrong. Magnus is connected to the Khorne, Horus is connected to the Yellow Skins. The future and the past are not linear; they influence each other."

Mordred was a little dizzy. It was just like the messy account of who was his ancestor and who was the Khorne's ancestor—it was impossible to figure out.

Even so, Mordred found a crucial clue. "Where did the Emperor Spirit go?"

"Dead."

"Dead?"

"That's right! On the day Luojia ascended to heaven, all the Emperor Spirit were engulfed in flames and exploded," Guilliman said.

As one of Mordred's Blasphemous Artifact, he initially only wanted to use the genes of the Yellow Skins to create some kind of biological weapon, but all of them failed.

Therefore, Mordred had no choice but to lower his requirements, gradually compromising and abandoning experimental standards, from the Ultimate Being to the Golden Giant to the blank Primarch, the Adeptus Custodes, the Space Marine, and even ordinary people.

Even so, all the experimental projects ended in failure. Frustrated, Mordred gave up and randomly modified the Yellow Skins's genes. Ultimately, by combining it with mouse cells and adding other random weird stuff, he mutated a yellow- Big Rat, which is the so-called Emperor Spirit.

These real Yellow Skins are really weaklings, completely violating the original intention of biological weapons. They can only grow to a maximum size of half a meter, and their combat power is not even as good as a goose, but their intelligence can reach the level of a human child.

As a pure scientific researcher, Mordred did not have that kind of inexplicable humanistic concern. He was also a madman who practiced the Imperial Truth in reverse. These were just heretical creations. He even made Daemon Engine. He was not afraid of them at all.

Based on their original identities, the Emperor Spirit were directly taken in as pets, and these yellow-skinned Big Rat were made into Xiao Qing, used to deal with things like mice, pests, or kitchen waste.

If that were all, these yellow-skinned Big Rat would likely have become one of Atlas's little secrets. But when they met the Emperor and absorbed the Old Man Huang's Psychic Power, exhibiting a quality similar to the Dream Eater's Membrane, their status changed.

The little sprite that leaped directly from garbage collector to Master of Mankind has had its race name changed to Emperor Spirit!

Although he didn't know where the Big Rat had gone, it didn't matter. Looking at the yellow-skinned creature babbling incoherently on the Golden Toilet, Mordred, as a pure scientific researcher, didn't have that kind of inexplicable humanistic concern. He was also a madman who practiced the Imperial Truth in reverse. These were just heretical creations. He even made Daemon Engine. He wasn't afraid of them at all.

Based on their original identities, the Emperor Spirit were directly taken in as pets, and these yellow-skinned Big Rat were made into Xiao Qing, used to deal with things like mice, pests, or kitchen waste.

If that were all, these yellow-skinned Big Rat would likely have become one of Atlas's little secrets. But when they met the Emperor and absorbed the Old Man Huang's Psychic Power, exhibiting a dream-eating quality, their status changed.

The little sprite that leaped directly from garbage collector to Master of Mankind has had its race name changed to Emperor Spirit!

Although he didn't know where the Big Rat had gone, that didn't matter. Looking at the babbling Yellow Skins on the Golden Toilet, Mordred suddenly had a bold idea. "Brothers, I have an idea!"