The Past is the Past, No Need to Speak of It.

Young soldiers crave glory, young generals crave war, and all of this will be paid for by the Xenos.

"Goff, I'm still your father. Let me charge one more time. Give me 3,000 men, and I can wipe out these damned Black sprouts."

"Father, please use your official titles when you're at work. I am the Legion Commander, and you are merely a Primarch. You need to recognize your place."

But I'm your father!

"Look, you're saying this again. This is a rule you set yourself. Atlas doesn't care about seniority. Even if we did, you, Father, wouldn't be as senior as me."

And I'm starting to feel like you're becoming more and more like Emperor, you're practically identical. Listen to me, here's a Game console for you to play over there, remember to use your brainpower for some Computing Power."

"All right."

Inside the bridge of the Abomination, Goff, dressed in Atlas uniform, sat firmly on his Throne Mechanicum. Massive amounts of data flowed through physical pipelines and, with the assistance of Icarus, were submitted to the Legion Commander for approval at each level.

These 555 Space Marine were buried in the Throne Mechanicum, bound together by neural links and Mind Network, originating from the Second Company Silver Knights of Atlas, who were also the core leaders of Atlas and even the Third Fleet.

Unlike the Black Knights, who specialize in special operations and are all ruthless Embryonic Killer, the Silver Knights are not known for their martial prowess, but rather for their political and command abilities.

If you look closely, you'll notice that these 555 Space Marine are covered in pipes, and especially in Atlas, where everyone has a cool hairstyle, the Second Company Silver Knights are almost all Baldy.

But Baldy doesn't mean he has no hair. Second Company actually has hair, but it has been replaced with nanowires to improve data transmission efficiency. If you didn't know better, you might mistake him for Perturabo.

This technology is actually related to Perturabo, or rather, it's a replica of the neural pathways in Perturabo's head. It's a special technology that the Iron Warriors seized from a Xenos, and then it was absorbed by Atlas.

If this were any other legion, Goff would probably have been slapped in the head for daring to order the Primarch, but Atlas is different.

All the past events are still vivid in my mind. Goff Horus to the Mordred —Yellow Skins all that's missing is a Gold Ring.

His organizational skills were so strong that he was comparable to Ferrus during the Great Crusade. Pointing his finger at the Emperor and cursing him was routine for him. The Emperor didn't dare to utter a word and could only turn around and give Mordred a good beating.

Goff managed to rise to the Ultramarines less than Second Company Captain Guilliman, was no ordinary man. Mordred would be willing to serve him tea and water, let alone let him play on the sidelines.

After all, they were among the first batch of 5,000 Space Marine handcrafted by the Emperor: Goff, the Khan, Gawain, Tom, Livyere, Joseph... These men had all fought in the Unification Wars and even worked with the Adeptus Custodes to wipe out the Thunder Warriors, making them incredibly powerful.

However, others found it somewhat unbelievable, especially after seeing the Primarch sit quietly on the sofa playing games without making a fuss.

Shouldn't the Primarch be a commander of an army? Why is he being commanded by his own offspring?

After these 3,124 Atlas were resurrected, Mordred immediately placed them in various companies as key personnel. The new recruits were definitely not impressed by these old guys who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and even thought they were outdated old guys who were not worthy of being their superiors.

We came at Father's command; we are the ones who deserve credit. Who do you old bastards think you are to order us around?

Moreover, this situation also occurred within the Greyshields. After all, Atlas is of the same lineage, and it would be pointless for a new leader to suddenly appear out of nowhere. We only respect the Great Commander.

But they soon discovered a fact: experience truly matters. The Atlas, who could fight the entire game within the Emperor's Hook and survive for 5,000 years, were stronger and more unpredictable than the last.

This is like an army of Khorne and burning right under Nurgle's nose, fighting for 5,000 years without supplies, blessings, or any hope. The one that survives is the strongest.

When Mordred All Ascended to Demon Atlas ascended to demonhood, and any one of them was Daemon Prince. These people were the best of the best, and their fighting spirit and patience were astonishing. They were the essence of Atlas at its peak.

If children are not on good terms, it is because the parents are immoral. Both children are their flesh and blood, and it hurts to see either one hurt. Faced with the new recruit's doubts, Mordred, as a parent who never spoils the mood, certainly wouldn't let it go.

I'm not afraid you'll be unconvinced, I'm just afraid you won't Captain easy. If you want to be a company commander, fine, as long as you have the ability. You can choose between verbal or physical challenges. The great Malkgorra, no one can refuse a one-on-one duel.

Mordred's unification of the Dog-man Tribe wasn't achieved through words, but through sheer hard work and battles, which led him to the throne and the Great Chieftain of all the Dog-men clans.

The result was obvious. When the Atlas veteran appeared, he was not only radiating Fel Energy, but also covered in red, green, purple, blue, gold, and black buffs, like a flash of light, which made Huron, who was watching as a bloodthirsty spectator, laugh in Huron.

Thinking to myself, "Hey guys, are you Fealty or rebels? No wonder Atlas dared to take in someone like me. Even Abaddon doesn't have as many blessings as you guys."

The most rebellious one among them was named Saif. Not only was he beaten half to death, but after being exiled to Catachan, he realized that the head instructor looked familiar. Wasn't that Livyere, the one I had just pointed at and made call me "Dad"? Oh dear! He was truly pathetic.

"Father, if you're going to play games, then play properly. Even with four of us carrying you, we still can't carry you. Why don't you just quit? Look at that War God 8888, he's treating you like an ATM."

"Yes, yes, to be honest, although I still owe you Great Commander, you're really terrible at playing games. You pick the hero with the highest stats but deal the lowest damage."

I really can't handle this anymore. I even suspect you're a spy for the other side. If this continues, we'll have to get rid of you and replace you with Your Highness Sisyphus. At least he seems like a decent human being."

"I didn't do it on purpose. Can you blame me for losing? If you guys were stronger, we would have won. At least my ID title would be more impressive. Blame the network latency."

Upon hearing this, even Goff, who was preparing the legion, laughed in anger, "Ten thousand years have passed, and Father, you haven't changed at all. We're on the Webway now, and I don't even want to call you out on it. Is your latency higher than the opponent's?"

And look at your ID—God of War Mo!

Tell me the truth, Father, you're not really someone's illegitimate son, are you?

"..."

Mordred's stats are as high as his skill level, and not only is he bad at the game, he also likes to make up nonsensical excuses.

At first glance, Mordred seems like a perfect person, but once you get to know her a little better, even the most devout believer will have their illusions shattered.

Looking at Tyberius, who just a month ago was respectfully calling himself the Great Commander and constantly saying he could never repay the favor, but now calls himself a nobody, and Goff next to him exposing his past, Mordred suddenly missed Luojia.

"Sigh~ Let's skip this topic. But I still don't think it's my fault. It must be network latency, or maybe the game designers didn't do a good job. I've already nerfed the Sanguinius's stats to the lowest possible level, but I still got crushed by the other side. What kind of idiot made this game?"

"You did it. How about I give you back your brain? You're scaring me."

Looking around and seeing no one speaking up for him, Mordred became even angrier, especially with his brain 'Computing Power at 99.9% capacity, leaving only 0.1%. His mind suddenly started malfunctioning, and in his anger, he typed out a string of curses:

[Khorne, did you hire a power-leveling service? Hey, is my good buddy Sanguinius with you?]

Tyberius's eyes suddenly sharpened. In this period of time, he was no longer the clueless Little White he used to be. This was why, despite being Chapter Master, he was dragged into playing the game by Mordred.

The phrase "accidentally stumbled into the royal court" perfectly describes Tyberius's situation. At first, he thought the Great Commander was indulging in frivolous pursuits, but he soon realized just how deep the waters ran.

Look at the game IDs on the other side: War God 8888, Big Stomach Bag, Clever Head, Purple Mood, and that Toilet Superman 'Gourmet always AFK.

If even one of them were human, Tyberius would rather twist his own head off than say or ask anything. The only thing he couldn't understand was why that Toilet Superman was on the other side.

Who are these demons and monsters? It's really hard to guess!

What Tyberius couldn't understand even more was why the Great Commander could hang out with them. Toilet Superman was one thing, but those four weirdos...

As the saying goes, devising strange ideas leads to heresy. Tyberius didn't even dare to think about it, especially after his extraordinary performance yesterday, where he killed the enemy. When he woke up this morning, he saw a battle axe on his bedside table, still glowing with blood.

Would he answer? Tyberius thought not, after all, it concerned the whereabouts of a Primarch, yet the other side had spoken anyway:

[It wasn't me, you and the Sanguinius are my wings. I really miss you, Mordred. That wretched the Cursed is no good. He will deceive you again and again, just like he did back then.]

Only I, only I will treat you as my own children.

[Young friend, since we parted years ago, do you still remember this old man? Come visit sometime, Mortarion misses you very much.]

[Koz misses you too.]

[I miss you, I miss you so much! Darling, have you forgotten that time you nibbled at me like that? I really miss you...]

(Purple Mood has been banned from speaking by the administrator for 50 years)

The Four Merchants were trash, Mordred looked down on them, but he despised this Lair Snake the most. The Khorne was ready to fight if he disagreed, the Nurgle fat man was cunning and Tzeentch abstract fun-loving man was at least a decent opponent.

You're a hedonistic addict, the strongest lesser god, yet you dare to act crazy here. Mordred may be a mess, but she was still a god once. Of the Greater Daemon, the Six Rings Silver Palace is the most pathetic. The Sixth Ring has been reduced to the Fifth Ring, and even the Ring of Avarice has shattered.

Mordred never had a standard for how strong the Four Merchants were, always believing they were invincible. But after ascending to godhood, he realized they weren't invincible at all; they were just a bunch of worthless bastards. The Warp was everything; we were just fish swimming in it. What were we pretending to be?

Mordred knew he couldn't hide it for long. With his return, those lost memories would definitely return. He had been too overthinking back then, which was why he had been tricked and lost everything.

Going home is out of the question. I'm going to spend my whole life fighting you guys. Seeing that there was no useful information, Mordred turned off the terminal and went to the porthole.

Looking at the Iron Fleet stretching to the horizon, carrying out a complete cleanup of the Webway, Mordred couldn't help but fall into thought:

Where did you all go?