Snow White and Black Snow Princess

As Galileo recounted the events, Mordred and Zhuang Sen finally understood what had happened.

Following the Caliban bombing, Zhuang Sen became the first Primarch to disappear after the end of the Great Heresy, a time of great turmoil as the Dark Angels were engaged in a series of civil wars.

This civil war not only affected the Dark Angels, but also other legions and even the entire Empire.

The Great Heresy was still fresh in people's minds, and they feared that these demigods would cause trouble again. In order to dispel doubts and stabilize public sentiment, the Imperial Cult, led by Luojia, began to expand rapidly.

When people have mental problems, they are instilled with faith; when the empire has problems, it is suppressed. The Second Beast War proved that this choice was correct.

Blessed by their faith, the people of the Empire were fearless in the face of death, and the Skitarii fought bravely, suffering countless casualties, thus demonstrating their Fealty and proving that the Imperial Cult could indeed unite the Empire.

The empire that survived the Beast Wars not only resolved its internal problems but also embarked on a new round of rapid development. It was this foundation laid during this period that allowed the Imperium of Man to withstand the onslaught for a full 10,000 years.

But everything comes at a price. As Yellow Skins 12345 said, because of Atlas, the Great Crusade was carried out at a faster pace, and the empire's territory was a full quarter larger than before.

Like all animals, humans are animals, and they are animals that are in heat 24 hours a day.

To fill these gaps and for rapid development, the empire began large-scale immigration, and it was during this period that the technical talents trained by Atlas were released into the wild.

Furthermore, since there is no concept of time in the Warp, the cataclysmic event caused by Mordred lasted only 55 days in the Physical World, but in the Warp it would take at least 55 years.

Over the course of 55 years, the Burning Legion conquered cities and strongholds, and through a bugged system of unlimited mana and resurrection coins, spread its evil flames to the Crystal Maze, Nurgle's Garden, and the Six Rings Silver Palace of Skullfield.

Even the weakest of the Slaanesh was gnawed away by the Burning Legion, a truly crippling blow that kept them quiet for a full 1000 years.

With the empire on its side, what will humans, a race that cannot survive without lust, do? They'll make children, of course!

While minting coins, I prayed, and the Emperor praised my good health.

The first salutation is to the Emperor, the second to the Regent, the third to the Warmaster, and the fourth to the Primordial Body.

We work by day, screwing in screws; by night, we mint coins and make children, praying as we do so. Our work is sacred, our love is sacred, and everyone has a bright future.

And that's exactly what happened. Under Guilliman's extreme management, he managed to support these people, who were all like gods.

What happened next was relatively simple. The Emperor had intended to pull a big one, but unexpectedly, he became the big one himself. The excess Faith couldn't be expelled; instead, it burrowed into his hook.

The emperor, caught between a rock and a hard place, was caught neither up nor down. Adding to the turmoil, the Four Merchants, now recovered, were frantically stuffing food in, causing the Emperor to leap into the air, and also injuring Luojia Jia.

But Luojia wasn't Mordred; she couldn't withstand the Emperor's corruption at all. She instantly became a demon, and the Word Bearers were also driven mad, resulting in a second cataclysmic disaster.

Zhuang Sen really didn't know about this, since he went to bed early. By the time Luojia lost control, he had already transformed into a shooting star and appeared across the Milky Way.

Mordred had no idea that he hadn't had a moment's rest since he returned; he'd been incredibly busy.

First, he turned into a lump of mud to fool Jeanne, then he was anxious for the Dark Angels to find Zhuang Sen. After finally finding the organization, he was dragged to Baal to fight bugs for two years.

Even after meeting Guilliman, he was always busy, purging corrupt officials, rebuilding his legion, and then going back to fight a battle for Serenity.

As for Sisyphus, let's not even talk about him. He slept for 9,700 years, and the first thing he did after waking up was to hollow out the Himalayas. If you ask him about his brain, he'll say he wants to drive an excavator.

What happened to the Word Bearers afterward?

Galileo sighed and said what else could he do? He had joined the legion later and heard from the veterans that the Word Bearers had been purged at that time.

The Word Bearers, driven mad, wreaked havoc. Those Word Bearers remained sane tried to fight back, but were outnumbered and unable to prevail.

Moreover, this pollution spreads rapidly, from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred. Even the dead cannot rest in peace; once the black fire ignites, they are transformed into skeletons and rise again. Only by being completely eradicated can they find peace.

Most importantly, the pollution will not dissipate, and even if it is restored later, various hallucinations will occur.

In an effort to completely eliminate the negative impact, the Word Bearers were attacked by all the Legions, with fewer than 800 surviving, but all of them were taken into custody and imprisoned; those who were not imprisoned fled to the Eye of Terror, for it was they who tarnished the Word Bearers' reputation.

"As for what happened later, according to my mother, after she woke up, she returned to Colchis, purified the pollution that was lurking in our bodies, and eventually hid all the way to this isolated ice and snow world."

For the past 8,000 years, we have never left this place, for fear of being purged. Some merchant ships that tried to enter this area were driven away by us, and we even encountered a wave of beasts.

To avoid attracting attention, we've always disguised ourselves as the Imperial Fists, and sometimes we even go out to search for special supplies. But in recent years, a Warp storm completely blocked the passage, and we've been unable to leave."

How many of you are left now?

5742 people.

As the second largest group after the Ultramarines during the Great Crusade, the Word Bearers were not just one in ten, but one in twenty was considered a lot, even fewer Atlas.

Furthermore, judging from their height, these Word Bearers are generally not tall and have obvious Inwit characteristics.

"Alright, you've really suffered, but don't worry, now that we're here, we'll definitely clear your name. I heard you say Luojia is here too, where is she?"

Galileo's expression darkened slightly, and the others who heard this also looked rather grim, but they eventually explained, "My mother is ill, and her condition has worsened over time; she is now completely asleep."

Following Galileo's footsteps, the group arrived at the depths of the palace. It was only then that Mordred realized that this was not a palace at all, but the Ashen One flagship of the Word Bearers.

The main body of the ship is beneath the ice sheet, stuck on the continental shelf. The small palaces exposed above the ice were built later to conceal its existence. No wonder the Auspex showed that the planet's magnetic field was abnormal.

The Gloriana-class Battleship are enormous. The Ashen One is 23 kilometers long and has an elevation difference of 8 kilometers. It's like a steel Hive City.

Through the operating elevator, Mordred can see marine animals beneath the dark ice field, and numerous steel structures gleaming Faint Light beneath the ice, all built bit by bit by the Word Bearers over thousands of years.

They even have a self-destruct device in this elevator; they're genuinely afraid of being discovered. But why did you even come up with a self-destruct device?

As the cargo elevator reached the ground floor, the group entered the Ashen One. Compared to the sparsely populated ice field, the underwater city was much more lively.

Having been notified in advance, a group of Word Bearers were already waiting. When the leader took off his helmet, Mordred actually recognized him.

"Angeltæ, and Laum!"

"Your Highness, you are... you are?" Angeltæ stared blankly at the giant in front of him. He knew that the one with the sinister face was the Lion King, but what was the origin of this tall Primarch who stood guard with his left eye and kept watch with his right eye, and who didn't look very smart?

But he quickly realized that the Daemon Laum inside him was screaming madly, shouting strange things like "Your Highness's kindness is never enough! Don't eat me! Don't eat me!"

Angeltæ had never seen Laum so afraid. He tried to warn it, but it only elicited a sharp screech from its companion, causing Raum to cower into a ball—it became withdrawn!

But as her past memories rapidly returned, an indescribable joy arose in her mind, and Angeltæ finally remembered that name:

"Your Highness, you're not dead?"

"Haha, you're really good at saying auspicious things. If you don't know how, then say less of it. Now, take me to see Luojia."

Whether to reminisce later or not, others might not know, but Angeltæ certainly knew who Mordred was. The Word Bearers was in cahoots with Atlas, so without any hesitation, he led Mordred directly to the Lower Levels deck.

As for why Laum was so afraid, Angeltæ figured it out. After all, Atlas believed that Daemon had no sense of pain, Laum had just been trained by Atlas for three years before meeting him.

With acquaintances around, things got much more efficient. Soon, the group arrived at a heavily guarded secret Secret Room, with numerous pipes coiled throughout, securely locking the coffin placed in the center—a crystal coffin, no less!

Since they were already here, they had to see what Luojia looked like. Mordred and Zhuang Sen exchanged a glance and signaled everyone to step back; they were going to open the coffin and examine the body.

"It looks like Snow White. Let me see... Holy crap, what is this thing?"

"What the hell? You're such a coward, Zhuang Sen! Look at you, all scared out of your wits! Let me see... Holy crap—"

Mordred was also startled. It's no wonder he was so easily startled, because Luojia's current state was indeed not good, or rather, a bit too creepy.

Looking at Luo Jia lying in the coffin, charred and Luojia like an Indian meat pie deep-fried in gutter oil countless times, especially his face which was no longer recognizable as human and only half of his gums were showing, Mordred felt nauseous.

"Zhuang Sen, I think I've seen a movie where Snow White's stepmother awakened Snow White with a kiss of true love—it was through maternal love."

"Luojia and I are not related by blood!"

"What kind of beastly talk is this? As the saying goes, the eldest brother is like a father. We call you 'eldest brother' for a reason. Now is the time to test you."

"But!"

"There's no 'buts' anymore. Luojia is your own sister. Are you just going to stand there and watch your sister suffer?"

"But isn't this wrong?"

"What's wrong? Are you even a man?"

"Ugh, vomit~"