You tell me which Warmaster?

"Your Great Commander, what is your opinion on this Rogue Trader charter?"

"Of course, of course. As the saying goes, one should not avoid recommending relatives for the best. The empire is in dire need of rebuilding and needs Fealty people like you to come and help."

By the way, my second brother Jeanne, also has the surname Kyle, right?

"Reporting to the Great Commander, you are correct. Jeanne's mother is the granddaughter of my third aunt's family. Our Izekai Family has been loyal for generations, and during the Great Crusade, we were..."

At this point, the female chieftain, covered in scars and standing easily two meters tall, paused. Seeing that Moreleide didn't seem to care, she continued:

"We are Rogue Trader families personally appointed by the Lord of Moon Wolves, and we are also pure-blooded Cthonia. As for what happened next, you probably already know. A Warp storm caused us to get lost in the Sea of Souls."

Everything was fine when we left, but after we came back we were labeled as traitors! We've been wronged!

Although it wasn't the first time she'd heard it, Mordred still found it a bit hard to believe. This woman Vida Izekai was someone she'd gotten out of the Inquisition; she was from the Rogue Trader families that Jeanne belonged to.

You could say they were unlucky, that they managed to find their way out of the Warp, but you could also say they were lucky, that they came out and ended up in the Inquisition's arms.

When the Inquisition asked them who they were, they said they were Rogue Trader and possessed a Rogue Trader charter personally appointed by the Primarch. When asked which Primarch they were, they said they were Warmaster!

Then the Inquisition found nothing wrong; it was indeed the Primarch, definitely Warmaster, and you even claimed to be from Cthonia, with the surname Kyle.

What? Your family also produced a well-known Space Marine Abaddon? Could you make an exception for us?

That's incredibly accommodating! Quickly call all the family members over; we're going to hold a banquet to welcome you! You ask why we're having a banquet on a rainy day? This is our local custom, Terra tradition.

"And then what?"

Vida looked up at the sky, pointed to the scar across his face, indicating that he had been knocked down by an axe as soon as he entered the room.

"Then remember to wear a helmet when you hold banquets in the future. Hurry up and get down, I'm afraid your bad luck will be contagious, I'm a little scared."

"I will live up to the Great Commander's expectations!"

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Get down here now and do a good job from now on."

Mordred has been quite busy lately, going to great lengths to restore Serenity and Glory, recruiting talent from all over the world.

In the pursuit of Atlas's revival, Mordred once gathered a large number of Rogue Trader families, eventually forming a military-industrial complex that spanned the entire empire.

The problem was that Guilliman had released those people, so in order to rebuild the caravan and cultivate talent, Mordred went all out and began to plunder people everywhere to rebuild his own armed caravan.

As for where these people came from? Of course, they came from their own family.

When one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. Mordred doesn't care about nepotism or favoritism; the closer the relationship, the higher the Fealty. This creates a virtuous cycle where Rogue Trader families support Atlas recruitment.

Even if a family doesn't produce a Space Marine, just being able to join the Black Watch, Auxilia on Atlas, would be a source of great pride and honor for the family.

At first, Mordred thought this would create internal factions, but he later realized that the Empire had its own unique circumstances, where everyone valued honor more than their own lives, and everyone was a fanatical young man.

If you change your worldview, the Imperium of Man is pure evil, and compared to the imperial people, Mustache is an extreme conservative.

You say animals are so cute, why do they wear animal skins? Sorry, this is human skin!

Fifty-five Rogue Trader charter bearing the blood of the Primarch were issued, and these 55 Rogue Trader families would become an important part of Atlas's logistics system, ultimately forming the cornerstone of Atlas.

This was something Mordred had discussed with Goff beforehand. He was recruiting soldiers outside, while Goff was Serenity reorganizing his forces. With the last Rogue Trader charter being delivered, Mordred was also about to get down to business.

"What? Why can't I go?" Sisyphus's complaint echoed in the Department of Administration, but it only earned him glares from the three Primarchs.

"The Soul Drinkers only have a little over 1,000 people now, but you've taken up a whole legion's quota. If you're going to be so interested in finding people with me, you might as well go back to Alicia and mass-produce troops."

Your White Light is already under construction at the Mars Shipyard. Don't let the Gloriana-class Battleship be built and you run out of manpower before you can even operate them. Otherwise, you'd better get out of here, or stay in Terra like me and handle missions."

Sisyphus left, taking the newbie gift pack his three brothers had given him and heading to Alicia. Perhaps feeling that this guy was really unreliable, Mordred even specially transferred Roland over to help.

As for whether Sisyphus can build the 11th Legion well, Mordred believes he can. Alicia's paratroopers are renowned far and wide, and it is also a Hive World located in the Sol Sector.

Above is Fenris, below is Armageddon, and there are even monsters and demons emerging from the Great Rift to amuse us. It's practically a chosen land, with both high-quality and abundant troops.

Besides, this guy is such a lazy bum. He started slacking off just a few days after returning to Terra. Rather than letting him stay here and do nothing, it would be better to send Alicia to farm. After all, birds will eventually fly to the sky, and the three of them can't take care of Sisyphus forever.

Inwit's location was so well hidden that it wasn't even marked on star charts, but Mordred knew it, and not only Mordred, but Magnus did too.

Aside from the Khan, these three were probably among the first Primarchs to know about the dangers of Chaos, since they had already consumed it; even if they didn't know it before, they already knew.

Because this icy world is located in the Storm Sector, and the most famous world around it is Tallarn, the world where Luojia and the rebel Iron Hands played tank battles, this place, like Serenity, is also a place where all sorts of strange and wonderful people gather.

Currently, the empire controlled by the four siblings is limited to the Sol Sector to the Maelstrom. The T'au Star Sector is plagued by endless civil war, the Storm Sector is ravaged by Xenos, the Misty Sector has a large number of Chaos forces, and the Extreme Sector where all three are gathered.

So, after discussing it, the four decided that the main focus should be on recovering lost ground, and that they should start by taking what was easiest to get their hands on.

As for the Imperium Nihilus, well, Dante will just have to suffer a little longer!

Atlasian and also has to shoulder logistical responsibilities. The Ultramarines are all used as administrative assistants, leaving Ultramarines Dark Angels with the most free time.

Faced with the choice between staying in Terra and Guilliman to defend their home base, and going on an expedition to Inwit with Mordred, Zhuang Sen wasn't stupid; without a second thought, he chose the second option.

Watching the Expeditionary Fleet being organized and beginning to depart from the starport, Guilliman couldn't help but sigh, "It's me again guarding the home base. Sigh... everyone's busy. It's good to be busy. Will you guys even come back for dinner?"

"Don't worry, I promise I'll bring Dorn back safe and sound. Then the five of us can eat shit together and have a good time. Knowing Dorn's personality, he'll definitely eat the biggest portion."

Come, come, your Second Brother knew you were feeling down, so I specially prepared a surprise for you. I've already prepared the gift for you; it's in the research institute underground in the Imperial Palace. I guarantee you'll like it."

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Mordred stepped forward and grabbed Guilliman's hand— Ephraime's hand beside him—a strange glint in her eyes.

"Are you eating well? Are you staying comfortably? When are you going to have the baby?"

"What?" Yvraine was shocked, and Thousand Faces next to her was so angry that he drew his knife. Mordred found this quite satisfying; he loved the feeling of toying with others.

"Your Highness, the Lord Regent and I are merely business partners; please don't spread rumors!"

"I understand, I understand everything!"

[What do you know, you bastard? Why are you smiling like that? How long are you going to hold my hand like that? What are you trying to Kiya?!]

Ephraime was internally ranting and raving, was unaware that Mordred's specialty was spreading rumors. Compared to the somewhat outdated "The Rome's She-Wolf," Mordred was planning another major work, "Warp Feast."

Perhaps because of her ascension to godhood, Mordred completely squandered her already meager moral integrity during the resurrection match, a process known as personality excretion.

This book, "Warp Feast," is Mordred's masterpiece written after he abandoned all morals.

The main character is named Roboute, a dull and nerdy Psychic Power Muggle. The female lead is named Fuleini, a genuine Aeldari blonde. Add to that Space Squats chef, Dog-men assassin...

Mordred guarantees that this first volume, which depicts the main characters falling into the Commorragh Abyss and is a humorous and heartwarming story about eating Warp Entity and Xenos creatures, will definitely be well-received.

"Am I really a genius?"

What are you talking about?!

"It's nothing." Mordred, having inadvertently blurted out her true feelings, released his grip. Seeing Guilliman's expression—was he going crazy again? —Evelyn's expression—was she some kind of idiot?—she burst into laughter and dragged Zhuang Sen away at lightning speed.

"I've set up a puzzle-solving section; you two can go together!"

Their eyes met, and in that instant, Guilliman suddenly reached a consensus with the Aeldari leader he disliked.

Has your brother always been like this?

Yes! And there are 19 more.

"..."