Then, there's only one answer.

As we all know, there are always more cats than dogs on the street. The reason is that when Hajimi is frightened, its instincts take over, and it starts hissing uncontrollably.

In this situation, instead of running away, Hajimi would breathe on the vehicle and, driven by instinct, flee to the safest corner, which is under the car.

This is why Hakimi would pant and run under cars when encountering traffic; that's the underlying logic.

If you observe carefully, you will find that not only Hajimi has this kind of relatively abstract underlying logic, but it also applies to humans as higher animals, including Space Marine.

People cannot imagine things they have never seen before, and similarly, they will experience a brief lapse in understanding when faced with things beyond their comprehension, as is the case with Huron now.

Staring at the towering giant who had instantly blasted nine missiles apart, Huron was dumbfounded, his gaze vacant.

Dude, what are you doing?

Who am I? Where am I? What just happened? Why did the sky suddenly turn green? And why did a huge blond guy suddenly appear in front of me? And most importantly, where are my missiles? Why did they explode?

This is Death Strike Missile, an intercontinental ballistic missile equipped with a subatomic reactor. It has an operational range of several thousand kilometers, and everything within its blast radius will be instantly engulfed by a massive thermonuclear fireball. One Warlord Titan.

Sure, the missile launch phase isn't fast, but the initial speed is still Mach 8. You just want to launch them like that, nine per second? Can't you at least show some respect? You're not even putting on an act.

And perhaps you are the Primarch?

Didn't that bastard Abaddon say the Primarch era was over? You don't look like my father Guilliman at all! Where did you come from?

And even if you just popped up, why did I have to run into you? Didn't Frix say that Serenity was just a makeshift team that anyone randomly joined? Didn't anyone give me any advance notice?

Boys who smile a lot are usually lucky, but what if you can't smile? You'll have to force a smile!

"Sir, may we reconcile?"

"I'm just one person, while you have 743 people. Didn't you even think about putting up a fight?"

Resist? What the hell am I supposed to fight back with? That missile skeleton is made of Adamantium; you could kick it to pieces without even breaking a hair. As for me fighting Primarch, I might not even be able to break through its defenses.

"Sir, you're joking. We were just kidding."

"Just kidding? Then how do you explain this missile?"

"My lord, you are unaware of this. Although I do not know who you are, I have long been a member of the Serenity clan. This missile is merely fireworks, intended for you—"

"Shrink down, shut your mouth."

Outsiders might not understand, but how could Huron not understand? This is his hometown dialect, and the young man immediately stood at attention.

"Little bastard, I was originally thinking of sparing your lives, but you piece of trash dared to burn my tree. You can't die even if you want to. I sense you're a bit resentful. Listen up, I'm not exactly a decent person either."

Your name is Huron, your home planet Endymion, and your home planet is the 27th section of the 1451st floor of Hive City 3. You have five family members: an older brother, a younger sister, and a crush on someone, but that person doesn't like you, a poor boy from the middle nest. You confessed your feelings to that person when you were 13 years old, and your online name was Invincible Tyrannosaurus Warrior.

I still have your browsing history here. The most frequently searched keyword is --"

Huron didn't give Mordred a chance to open the box again; he immediately knelt down. He didn't want to die in public, so he knelt down quickly and decisively.

"I was wrong!"

"Oh ho, you admit your mistake pretty quickly. I like people like you who are quick to read the room. But I heard you call yourself the Lord of Serenity, is that true?"

Looking back, Huron glanced at his subordinates who were all silent, and immediately denied it, stating that he had never said those words.

He's lying!

"Who?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dog's head popped out of the bushes. This dog was none other than the former Star Scythes, now the Red Corsairs Chef, Dog-men Tiga.

"I'm sorry, boss, it was me Tiga, who betrayed you. I just made a mistake that any Dog-men would make. Actually, I've been the Chieftain's man for a long time."

Go play somewhere else.

"Alright, Great Chieftain!"

Seeing Mordred's slightly amused look, Huron finally understood. He had been tricked. He was stuck, unable to stand or crouch, and finally roared, breaking the Chainsword in his hand.

"Then there is only one answer, Your Highness, I will pledge my loyalty to you, Boss!"

"Haha, that's interesting! That just goes to show how interesting humans are. You really make me happy, kid. Come out, all of you."

As Mordred issued the order, the surrounding space trembled, and countless stealth fighters emerged from the sky, revealing the Atlas that had been lying in ambush there.

Nobody knows how Atlas managed to sneak in through the Red Corsairs' blockade. It would be a miracle if anyone knew. Serenity is Atlas's homeworld, and even after ten thousand years, there are still many secrets that cannot be made public.

"Have you given up yet?"

"I'm impressed. May I ask Your Highness's name?"

After all that buildup, Mordred had been waiting for this very sentence. He used to not understand why the Yellow Skins was so powerful and needed to bring the Adeptus Custodes to show off, but now he finally understood. This feeling of showing off is really great!

"Rambo, say my name."

As soon as the words were spoken, a phantom dog head floated out from behind Mordred, and in front of the Expeditionary Fleet and all the Red Corsairs, it loudly proclaimed. "Listen well, standing before you is the Lord of Serenity, the Second Primarch, the Father of Atlas, the Legion Commander of the Burning Legion, the Imperial Warmaster, the Lord of the Dark Moon, the Great Forerunner, the Successor of the Old Ones, the Fifth God of the Sea of Souls, the Terminator Who Devours All Things, the Empire's Number One Machine Master, the Mushroom Demon King, the Victorious in a Hundred Battles, the Galaxy's Coolest! Most Dominating! Most Powerful! And Eternally Healthy Imperial Great Commander —His Highness Mordred!"

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from all sides. As Rambo recited his rapid-fire monologue, the entire Serenity seemed to chant the name of the Son of Serenity.

At that moment, Huron thought about many things. He suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have suffered a loss. He had previously thought that he had been set up by that old bastard Frix.

But wait, isn't that a bit odd? I came to Serenity precisely to curry favor with powerful figures, and what powerful figure could be stronger than the one right in front of me?

Thinking this, Huron didn't hesitate at all, immediately throwing himself onto Mordred's lap, a fawning smile on his face, just like Dog-men: "Father! Actually, I've been Atlas's man for a long time."

"Hey, Sammael, look, this kid's not stupid. He changed his tune pretty quickly. But I'm not that Ambition guy like Guilliman. We Atlas don't do things like bullying others. We just steal. You can just call me Second Uncle."

"Then, Second Uncle, this—"

"What is this?" Mordred pressed Huron's head down, lingering for a moment on the Red Corsairs who were being watched by Atlas, and said, "I know about your situation. If you had held on for a few more years, Guilliman would have woken up, and you wouldn't be in this predicament now."

This is the empire's fault, but the empire cannot be wrong.

In principle, I certainly cannot forgive you, but you're lucky you haven't completely fallen into Chaos, so I can give you a chance.

However, while you may escape the death penalty, you will not escape punishment. Your fate depends entirely on your own actions; only by confessing can you receive lenient treatment.

The Red Corsairs knew what Mordred meant; in any case, they too were tainted by Chaos.

Without any resistance, or rather, unable to resist at all, the Red Corsairs obediently allowed Atlas to imprison and guard them. The Black Knights, who had returned from studying under the Dark Angels, would conduct the most rigorous interrogation on them.

Watching his men being taken away one by one, Huron knew this was the best outcome, but he couldn't help but wonder why this day had come so late. In the end, however, he could only sigh.

"Go on, your father values you highly, you'd better not disappoint him."

Sammael's voice rang in his ears. Huron was relatively friendly towards this gloomy-faced cousin, but he still spoke up, "I'm reporting that there are three boxes of standard Radiant Gold under my bed in my room, and a standard STC Template that I hid in warehouse number 3. I'll confiscate them all, but could you do me a small favor?"

"Explain."

"Tiga is an inseparable member of our Red Corsairs, my half-brother, and my old subordinate."

His nickname is Six Six, and his real Tiga Minasir, the big black and white dog from earlier. We have to bring him over for questioning."

"Don't worry, he can't escape. Should I put him in the same cell as you?"

It's a deal!