Countryman, Don't Look Back, I'm Sanguinius!

"Mordred, it might sound greedy, but you know me, I'm just so curious, what gift did you give Guilliman?"

"It's nothing, I just think Guilliman is bored staying in Terra. Didn't you see that last time? Lady Yuton told me to take good care of Guilliman."

As the saying goes, of all virtues, filial piety is the most important. Guilliman's mother is my mother. How could I watch my good brother suffer alone and helpless? So I gave him a daughter."

Upon hearing this, even the Lion King was momentarily stunned, and it took him a while to recover. "Ultramarines, right? I get it! Don't think that just because I look savage, I'm actually a civilized person, and I know technology too."

The Dark Angels had also conducted experiments, but the female Space Marine exhibited inconsistent performance due to the Gene-Seed and hormonal reactions, making them far too cost-effective and unable to adapt to the intensity of warfare during the Great Crusade.

So this technology was devolved. You have your Spartan Warriors, and I have my Sentinels, so you created a female Space Marine for Guilliman, right?"

"..."

"I understand, I understand. You always come up with new tricks, that's human nature, right?"

"..."

"At least it's not Xenos!"

Now Mordred could speak up, saying, "Don't worry, she's definitely not some eight-legged Xenos. She's a proper demi -Abhumans. As long as Guilliman is human, then she's Abhumans. And look at Ephraime, she looks perfectly normal. You have to believe me!"

"Believe it for nothing! The person Zhuang Sen was most worried about was Mordred. He finally understood why the Emperor always gave Mordred a good beating whenever he saw him."

Such wanton manipulation of genes would have resulted in anyone else being dragged out and shot long ago.

He and his Dark Angels went to great lengths to protect these little secrets: Fenris has no wolves, the Randan Xenos don't exist, the Blood Angels don't drink blood, and there are people inside the Dreadnought Iron Hands —all of this was covered up by him. And now you're pulling this stunt.

"So, would you like to use Webway?"

"The Webway?" Looking at the illusory Obscurus Sector hyperdimensional Dimensional Space Outside World, and the Atlas Aeldari astronauts commanding the fleet on the bridge, Zhuang Sen shamefully compromised:

"But Father won't agree, I won't agree, and Guilliman won't agree. You've gone too far. We could turn a blind eye before, but if we open this door..."

What would happen then?

In the dark corner, the two giants stared at each other, and through those golden pupils, the Lion King seemed to see a mirror.

He knew this was Mordred's characteristic, just as he himself could Forest Walk. Mordred inherited the Emperor's charisma, and the Emperor's charisma would reflect the scene that the observer most wanted to see.

In Zhuang Sen's eyes, the Emperor was a Monarch, while in Horus's eyes, the Emperor was...

Well! Zhuang Sen dared not think, nor did he want to think, what the Emperor would look like in Horus's eyes. Just thinking about it made him feel like he had suffered a 10,000-point blow to his soul.

Although he inherited traits, Mordred was slightly different from the Emperor. What Zhuang Sen saw in his brother's eyes was another version of himself—not a lion, but someone with Russ's cunning, Sanguinius's holiness, Magnus's wisdom, Dorn's eloquence...

Zhuang Sen couldn't describe it, but he knew it wasn't him; it was Mordred. And similarly, that figure was also himself—a Lion that had grown from Mordred's body, but more like a hyena that would stop at nothing.

"The Yellow Skins made a backup when it created the Primarch. We each have our own roles but are also one. You were the first to be born, and I was the second."

You can fool others, but don't fool yourself. Otherwise, why do you think we're friends? Horus is only friends because the Yellow Skins are biased. We're true brothers, you can tell just by my name."

"Kings do not meet kings, generals do not meet generals; you are the Lord of Knights, and so am I."

Zhuang Sen hesitated. No matter how much he pretended, he could never deceive himself. He was that barbarian, prioritizing efficiency and acting on instinct.

So what are the chances of success?

"Thirty percent!"

"Too low. Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts. The more Aeldari die, the better. We must not only infiltrate physically, but also comprehensively infiltrate through culture, customs, beliefs, and every other aspect."

"Don't worry, as long as half of this empire's territory is stabilized, I will slowly devour these Pointy-ears, and then thoroughly humiliate that Lair Snake. I simply can't stand those dry bean sprouts; green beans are much better!"

"What green beans? Boss, it seems we've reached our destination."

The lights came on, illuminating the two burly men huddled in a dark corner, plotting their scheme. Seeing Rambo, who had somehow appeared there, Zhuang Sen instantly felt confident, after all, the Dog-men had already proven the feasibility of the plan.

"Nothing much. We're having braised noodles with green beans for dinner. After that, come with me to look for someone. Remember to shout out the menu this time, don't lose face."

Mordred said he wanted to eat braised noodles with green beans, and that's exactly what happened that night. Even the taciturn Dark Angels thought it was time for the Legion to recruit some Dog-men chefs. Drinking Adamantium porridge every day was fine, but it would be better to have a few bites of something better to change things up.

As the Webway Gate reopened, the Dark Angels's Indomitable Truth and the Atlas New Higurashi appeared in an unfamiliar star sector.

Contrary to the initial assumption that it was a barren land, Inwit was not as backward as imagined; on the contrary, it was exceptionally well-developed, not only preserving its most primitive landscape but also developing into a Pocket Imperium.

Seeing this, Zhuang Sen understood why Dorn had hidden his homeland away; it was a sanctuary, and Dorn's final act of care for his people.

The Khan thought the Empire was a cesspool, Dorn thought so too, but Dorn went further; he completely concealed the location of his homeland and didn't act as rigidly as he did.

"So I still don't understand why Dorn would tell you and Magnus the location of his hometown. What kind of life-or-death friendship do you have?"

"Want to know? Heh, I'm not telling you. This is a little secret between the three of us. I promised them I would never tell anyone. So forget about it. But then again, if you really want to know, you can eat this fruit."

Having said that, Mordred, who was walking on the ice field, pulled out a large, fresh, red fruit from behind her. Despite the fact that the surrounding temperature was high enough to freeze a person to death, the fruit was completely unaffected.

For some reason, upon seeing the fruit, Zhuang Sen inexplicably felt it tasted delicious. Coupled with his natural instincts, he simply picked it up and popped it into his mouth.

"Hmm? It tastes so good! It's supposed to be fruit, but it tastes like meat. One bite and the juice bursts out of my mouth. Sanguinius would love it. Give me another one."

Zhuang Sen was showing off his fruit, ate with gusto, truly wanting more and more with each bite. Rambo, oblivious to the situation, also tried to take a bite, but Mordred slapped his hand away.

"Rambo, you're Dog-men, not a dog. This thing really doesn't suit you."

"Why? This isn't chocolate."

"Yeah, why are you still possessive of your food? Come on, Rambo, I have some more. Remember to introduce me to a few Dog-men when you get back. By the way, what's the name of this fruit?"

Watching Zhuang Sen and Rambo walking and eating, Mordred couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of what might happen next. She pulled out a basket of fruit and handed it to the Dark Angels around them who also wanted a taste.

"This thing is called Magnus Fruit. As you can tell from the name, Magnus was the first to discover it. I named it because the fruit is so red and big, it looks just like a Sunburned Ogryn."

"That's certainly fitting."

"That's right. People who eat this Magnus Fruit will be like Magnus —they may not be very wise, but they will certainly be extraordinary."

Furthermore, this thing, well, it generally only grows in Warp, so normal people can't even eat it if they wanted to. I advise you not to ask why.

If it were anyone else, they definitely wouldn't have asked, but the key is that they are Dark Angels, and they've become obsessed with these little secrets. They certainly wouldn't let go of this opportunity to get to the bottom of things.

Three minutes later, Mordred was speechless as he looked at the group of burly men kneeling on the ground, frantically trying to choke themselves.

"Get up quickly, we've arrived at our destination. It was so easy! The Frozen Throne is right ahead. I even helped build this fortress back then."

I sensed a power; there's definitely Primarch in here. Watch your behavior. We're now the Imperial Fists returning home for a visit, and you, Zhuang Sen, are an Ogryn.

"I am Ogryn, and what are you?"

"Nonsense, your reputation is earned by yourself. At least have some self-awareness, okay? Which one, Dark Angels or Atlas, looks like a good person?"

So of course I am Sanguinius.

Having said that, Mordred no longer concealed himself; a pair of pure white wings unfurled from his back. Coupled with his appearance and demeanor, everyone who saw him would have to call him a Great Angel.

"Don't turn around, fellow villager, I'm Sanguinius!"