Revive, My Legion!

The Red Corsairs' affair has come to an end, but the Third Expeditionary Force cannot stop.

Due to that accident, Mordred emptied the area around Serenity, creating a Maelstrom that has yet to heal.

This celestial body, resembling the Eye of Terror, extends directly into Warp and is located in the core region of the Milky Way, a place teeming with all sorts of strange and monstrous beings. Fortunately, Serenity only grazed its edge and did not completely fall into the Maelstrom.

Logically, Mordred's self-destruction should have dragged Serenity into it, but fortunately, Mordred's ascension to godhood and her self-destruction didn't happen at the same time.

When Mordred ascended the Stairway to Godhood, she was already unconscious, driven entirely by instinct. Atlas was also completely paralyzed. Fortunately, at that time, Serenity was not limited to Atlas alone.

To survive, and to get away from the utterly insane Mordred, the Lion King, carrying both the Dark Angels and the Blood Angels, frantically leaped around, managing to drag Mordred in a circle before his sudden death, finally reaching the current location of the Maelstrom.

To be honest, the fact that Serenity has been preserved is thanks to Atlas and his ilk; otherwise, they would have to find another home.

Although it may sound like nothing—no matter how important the home planet is, it's just an ordinary planet—the reality is quite different.

In this seemingly normal world, the Physical World certainly follows the Physical Laws, but the Sea of Souls, or Warp, does not follow these laws and places more emphasis on ritual.

Terra for example. It's just a tiny, broken ball, without even a sea. It's all yellowish-brown, and everyone who sees it will say it's not as good as Macragge.

On a ritualistic level, Terra is the homeworld of the human race, and in a supernatural sense, it is bound to all of humanity.

The Emperor is indeed powerful, but even the mighty Yellow Skins, the Unification Wars lasted a full 700 years, and the Great Crusade was only two centuries in total.

This is partly because the Unification Wars is indeed difficult to wage, Holy Terra is full of technological warlords. Any one of them, once developed, could become a force to be reckoned with, comparable to the Zaidan Empire. On the other hand, it is because the Emperor dares not advance too quickly.

It sounds a bit of a contradiction, but that's the truth. If they had pressed them any further, those lunatics might have used a move that would have physically destroyed Terra, and the Empire might never have been able to rise again.

The Aeldari Empire next door is in this situation. Their homeworld is paralyzed by the Eye of Terror. Slaanesh is not Mordred; he doesn't care about this or that. He eats and gorges from birth, and the Aeldari are completely wiped out, unable to rise again.

To this day, a large number of bean sprouts are still stuck in the Eye of Terror, drifting outwards. They dare not Warp Voyage and can only rely on sublight speed to drift outwards slowly.

Now that he was back home, Mordred was completely at ease. He waved his hand and, under the guise of training himself, dumped all the fleet work on Sisyphus, the chosen one.

He himself then began preparations to resurrect Atlas.

Tons of Chaos Energy Crystal were transported here. These were all Grade A crystals freshly smelted during the previous expedition, and their high purity was entirely due to the generous contributions of the local villagers.

Reviving Atlas is quite simple; the only problem is the strength of his soul, but that's not an issue for Mordred either.

The Golden Tree atop the Serenity has grown for ten thousand years. This thing is essentially the Infinity Circuit of the Aeldari, spanning a long period of time...

Over thousands of years, it has accumulated a large amount of soul colloid, more than enough to replenish Atlas.

The only thing limiting Mordred's progress was the location. That damned Guilliman not only took advantage of the situation, releasing the technical talents that Atlas had painstakingly cultivated, but also moved two Hive Research Institute away, even peeling off a layer of plaster from the walls of the institutes.

Mordred couldn't understand it. Were you really that poor back then that you wouldn't even leave the wall plaster behind?

In order to revive the Legion and rebuild the Serenity 50 Worlds, Mordred simply waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about whose children they are, they can all go to hell."

As for those Red Corsairs, they weren't spared either. They were interrogated in the morning and made to sing "Tears Behind Bars," and in the afternoon they were sent to work as labor reform workers on a construction site. They were given plenty of millet porridge every day, so they were guaranteed not to starve.

As for why it's yellow millet porridge, it's because Serenity is home to a giant foxtail grass that produces a type of yellow millet similar to millet but larger in size. Like Corn, it's one of the most important staple foods in Serenity.

Actually, it's a rather abstract topic. When Mordred fell into Serenity, he didn't have many grand ambitions. He just wanted to drift through life, showing off his rice every night.

The problem was that although Old Thomas was a Good Father, he was poor, Mordred was growing up, and with Rambo being such a glutton, they were constantly hungry. As a result, they had no choice but to rebel and eventually unify the grassland tribes.

If Mordred and Mortarion switched roles, Little Mo be laughing all the way to the bank, Big Mo be crying his eyes out. Even Corn fail in that wretched place like Barbarus, so Mordred would starve to death.

Even if they had to drink the northwest wind, it wouldn't work. That Barbarus is stinky, and it might even lead directly to Nurgle's Garden. Mortarion was unlucky; he was tricked by Fatty as soon as he climbed out of the sheep capsule.

Looking at the bustling construction site before him, Mordred thought of Pepe again. If Iron Warriors were still alive, he wouldn't have had to transform into a human crane to work there.

"Get to work faster, all of you! Don't slack off. We'll have extra food tonight!"

"Yay! I want to eat dog meat tonight."

"Huron up, Tiga is our family dog, not food."

Through intensive construction in three shifts, and after requisitioning a large amount of weaponry and equipment, and even using the Knight Armor as engineering equipment, the First Hive Research Institute finally restored some of its functions.

To ensure a flawless resurrection, Mordred specifically chose 5:05 AM on May 5th for the resurrection and erected 55 Blackstone Force Field Generators outside the Incubation Pod.

As the switch was activated, the Chaos Energy Furnace beside it roared, sending the extremely precious soul essence into the Incubation Pod through pipelines into the Golden Tree.

These Incubation Pod were blank prototypes created by Mordred, and Eldar Girl like Ji Yalan didn't forget to clone a blank body and fill it in, even making it more aesthetically pleasing.

"Speaking of which, Father, my Gene-Seed is from Livyere. Now that you're using my gene sample to create a physical body for Livyere, shouldn't Livyere call me Father?"

Mordred glanced at Saif, who loved to spout auspicious words, and then at his offspring, whose genetic samples had been extracted and who, like Severo, harbored ill intentions. He paused for a moment, then said, "That's true, but something feels off. If we're talking about blood relations, Livyere calls you 'father,' then who am I? Are you trying to take advantage of me, you rebellious Rebellious son?"

"No, I just wanted to ask. Father, I have another question: where did the gene samples from those Aeldari cultivation tanks come from?"

Compared to the nonsensical question above, Mordred felt it necessary to answer this one. He immediately pulled out two test tubes and introduced them, "Ta-da! Pure, healthy, and uncontaminated Aeldari gene samples. These were 'voluntarily' contributed by a certain Lord Regent who wishes to remain anonymous."

These words immediately piqued the gossip-loving spirit of the Atlas members, who quickly gathered around, staring at the tube of flesh and blood sample.

"Could it be that the one next to me is..."

"That's right, it was provided by a Lord Regent who wishes to remain anonymous. In order to avoid attracting attention, I deliberately went all out when I beat Guilliman, breaking all his bones. But this is not a gene sample, but a compound that I improved, which has been upgraded to the fifth generation. I call it Compound 5."

Guilliman may be a Psychic Power Muggle, but that's a problem with his gameplay. Any other player—no, Rambo, I'm not insulting you—would play better than him.

Research shows that Guilliman's genetic sample is highly compatible, which may be one of the reasons why he has a large buttocks and is good at reproduction. So I added a little something when creating our navigator's body.

The results were remarkable: compound 5, produced through genetic engineering, could make dry, brittle bean sprouts plumper and enhance cell activity.

"Oh, could it be that—"

"That's right, just like you imagine."

As soon as he finished speaking, the previously stable Blackstone Force Field suddenly exploded with streaks of purple lightning. The force was so great that it startled Mordred, who almost dropped the test tube in his hand.

This further validated Mordred's technical skill, prompting even Master Mordred to let out a soft hum.

"I'm sorry, Guilliman. For Atlas's sake, you'll have to make a small sacrifice. I'll make you a daughter when we get back as compensation."

Without any hesitation, Mordred shoved Compound 5 into the receiving port and took off the red scarf she had been wearing around her neck.

The capsule closed, and one after another, Light Sphere flew out from the scarf and, guided by Mordred, were pressed into their respective bodies.

Everything was ready except for the final touch. With the last Atlas spirit successfully docked, Mordred pulled the Red Lever.

The roaring Fel Energy engine unleashed tremendous power, even triggering a celestial phenomenon: a verdant vortex formed on the Golden Tree.

A Roared echoed from the Warp, and the long-dormant Far Southern Devouring Abyss was once again ablaze with emerald flames, signifying the reawakening of the colossal beast known as Atlas.

"Rise, my legion!"

"Waaaagh!!!"