Numerology Is Still Working

"Mordred, you inherently evil bastard, you've tricked me again!"

The slightly filthy lion Collapsed on the Ground, the black bits of flesh on its whiskers telling a story of injustice, but this reminded him of the Magnus Fruit he had eaten before, and he felt even more disgusted.

"That Zhuang Sen is such a loser! He's so big but doesn't have a brain. You actually believe in the Snow White fairy tale? And who told you Luojia is Snow White? Snow White is Fulgrim!"

"You, you—then why did you make me do this? Ugh~"

"Tsk, of course I'm asking you to eliminate a wrong answer. What? You find it disgusting, but I don't?"

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Such bluntness left Zhuang Sen with no room for rebuttal, while Huaiyan Word Bearers dared not speak, and the group of Dark Angels who had followed were all seasoned veterans who would not provoke their somewhat irritable Old Man at this time.

But Mordred wasn't lying. The Primarch does have a bit of a fantasy element, so there's no harm in trying. What if it actually works? Mortarion can even perform divination and fortune-telling.

"But then again, if you hadn't told me this was Luojia, I really wouldn't have been able to tell. At least Old Man Huang has a clean skeleton, but you've cooked it like a spicy chicken skeleton, with bones and flesh showing. It's too indecent."

Wouldn't that be indecent? Luojia looks just like a spicy chicken frame now, with charred, rotten flesh clinging to his skeleton. His front armor is completely burned away, and his face is pitted and covered in rotten flesh.

Just now, Zhuang Sen leaned over and brushed against Luojia's chin, and his beard rubbed it raw, scraping off a layer of black and gray flesh.

But it's not entirely true that Luojia is really dead. Mordred could see the flesh and blood regenerating, and the Primarch's self-healing ability hadn't failed, but it was immediately burned back by invisible flames.

Mordred is definitely the one who maxes out the self-healing skill. To kill him, you must use heavy firepower to continuously deplete his health bar, and you absolutely cannot give him any chance to replenish his energy.

If we remove Mordred, whose numerical value is not relevant, Primarch's regenerative abilities are actually quite good, capable of regenerating severed limbs.

Back when the Emperor was still relatively human, he was searching the entire galaxy for his son when he found his Senior Sister, Medusa, while Ferrus was a rather eccentric character.

Don't let Ferrus's honest and unassuming appearance fool you; he was once a strong contender for the Warmaster title. It was only later that he came to his senses and became the hardworking, dedicated ox of the Empire.

At first, Ferrus was very short-tempered. While others would immediately acknowledge the Emperor as their father, he wouldn't, and would immediately launch into a Medusa tirade.

"You yellowish-brown idiot, you think you're so tough? You want me to call you daddy and fight your own mother? If you've got the guts, come out and fight me, I'll beat you to a pulp."

This is a direct quote from Mordred, who didn't embellish it at all; it was just that simple and straightforward. He went straight for it, and then Ferrus was taken down.

According to the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, Little Cat, their relationship with the Primarch was so-so, neither good nor bad, neither respectful nor disdainful, but they still held Prince Ferrus in high regard.

After all, he was standing right there back then and witnessed His Majesty beating Ferrus for three days and three nights. They were beaten from the ground to the sky and from the sky to the ground, and he still didn't die.

This demonstrates that the original body's regenerative abilities are truly remarkable.

And Luojia is in the same state now. The program says that it should heal itself after being injured, but its self-healing ability cannot break through the limit, so it is both recovering and burning up.

"Warmaster, is there any hope for our mother?"

Sigh~

As everyone knows, the worst thing about seeing a doctor is when they frown and sigh. As the saying goes, an old man's sigh means life or death is uncertain, while an old man's smile is like a drumbeat. The only thing Mordred lacks compared to the old imperial medic is a full head of hair.

Fortunately, Master Mordred wasn't a royal physician, so there wouldn't be a situation where the emperor was on the verge of death and he prescribed a cold medicine to clear heat and detoxify. He immediately nodded, indicating that he could save the emperor.

"Your mother was injured by karmic fire."

"Is there a cure for the Warmaster?"

"Yes! I've developed Soul Reconstruction Therapy that can rapidly heal the soul from the inside out. However, I'm no longer the Warmaster. That thing lying over there is the Warmaster. You should call me the Great Commander."

Upon hearing this, the crowd of those Word Bearers were delighted and immediately knelt on one knee, shouting "Long live the Great Commander!" Angeltæ even asked, "Then how exactly did the Great Commander treat him?"

"They glued the skin and flesh together, rivets were embedded in the neck, plaster was used to shape it, ropes were used to tightly bind the head and face, then a sharp axe was used to cut open the skull to find the lesion, and then the skull was burned with evil fire to fight poison with poison!"

"No!" Copernicus, the Captain of the Word Bearers, stepped forward, indicating that it was absolutely unacceptable. This was no different from the white phosphorus fire punishment we used to deal with heretics; the mother would be burned to death before she could even be saved.

"It's alright to take action."

"Chapter Master?!"

Seeing everyone looking at him, Angeltæ walked up to the crystal coffin, pointed at Jiaoma Luojia, and said, "Mother has become like this. She is suffering now. No matter what, this cannot continue. Second Uncle, please be bold and take action."

Such a filial act brought tears to Mordred's eyes. He couldn't help but think of his Rebellious son, especially that unfortunate bastard Saif, who had become the second scoundrel after Tom. He wasn't even dead yet and he was already thinking about dividing the inheritance.

"Don't worry, Luojia is not only your mother, but also my good sister. I will absolutely not sit idly by. Moreover, I have already conducted sufficient experiments on my Soul Reconstruction Therapy."

You probably don't know this, but Old Man Huang has already developed some understanding of human nature. That's what I did to him."

Upon hearing this, the group of Word Bearers felt much more at ease. Listen to this: Emperor has been cured to the point of being humane, so there must be some guarantee.

After saying that, Mordred shaved his head to show his resolve and combed his hair into a Mediterranean Sea, which reassured everyone even more; he was clearly a miracle doctor.

If stereotypes are the essence of empiricism, then if Mordred were to have a big belly and resemble that old bastard Malcador, those Word Bearers such views wouldn't even question them.

Now that they had found their organization, the group of Dark Angels who had stayed behind were immediately called back, and Mordred's entire New Higurashi Laboratory was moved to Inwit.

Despite being only a Lunar-class Cruiser, the New Higurashi is small but complete, with numerous dimensional pockets embedded in it, just like the Abomination. Its internal space is comparable to that of a Battle Barge, and it is usually stuck in the hull of the Abomination.

As for why the Abomination didn't come, well, it's all about saving money wherever possible. The Legion is in the early stages of rebuilding and there's a shortage of personnel, so we have to use our resources wisely. What's Abomination? Even the flagship has to go and deliver cargo.

With Zhuang Sen, a strong and capable man, nearby, Mordred directly replicated a Personality Excretion Device one-to-one, and it was even a portable 2.0 version.

However, since it lacks the Golden Throne and the Black Glaze as its core artifacts, this device is slightly less powerful, but it's still adequate.

Looking at this bizarre device filled with all sorts of strange runes and capable of biting people, Guilliman would definitely have questioned it on the spot, but the Word Bearers was different.

This group of worshippers is notoriously stubborn. If left unattended, they'll definitely cause problems, but as long as they have a leader with a sound mind, they'll instantly go wild.

Although it's not quite the right word, the Word Bearers are indeed the most suitable legion to be their Dog's Leg.

With the two Primarchs on the scene, Mordred did whatever she asked, even if it meant smashing Daemon into mincemeat and boiling them into glue.

A cauldron sat in the southwest corner, simmering seven Daemons. A group of Word Bearers dragged the Daemon to the northwest corner, repeatedly beating them until their Daemon were bleeding profusely. In the northeast corner were seven books, Mordred's <The Seven Serenity Dishes Even Ogryn Can Learn>.

The southeast corner wasn't spared either; seven multi-talented Dark Angels were brought in to draw anime-style erotic illustrations.

Thirteen candles were arranged in a row, and thirteen fire rings were inlaid inside and outside the candles. On an auspicious day, Mordred performed a ritual on the spot, applying glue to Luojia.

As for why this set of feudal superstitions is used, the answer is Numerology. Don't worry about whether it's feudal or barbaric, as long as it works, that's all that matters. That's the underlying logic.

The essence of the Chaos God is a fish, one of the most adept fish in the Sea of Souls. But the Chaos God is not important; what matters is the water. And now he is about to invoke the power of a certain Lord of Life.

As Mordred danced his shamanic dance there, a wisp of power originating from the Sea of Souls was stirred and, driven by this retired old cadre, drifted towards Luojia.

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; a camel that has only lived for five seconds is still a camel.

In fact, any Primarch (except Guilliman) could have performed this ceremony, since Primarchs are essentially Warp minor gods, and are perfectly qualified in a symbolic sense.

But to be absolutely sure, and to avoid Nurgle finding out, Mordred decided to go himself, since he was at least a veteran.

As the brush rubbed repeatedly against Luojia's body, the so-called glue, brewed by Daemon, began to boil. With each burst of bubbles, like a shark smelling blood, a visible black flame emerged from Luojia's body and lunged at the foreign invader it hated.

"Did you see that?"

"I see, Numerology really useful! I need to learn this stuff."

The repeated manifestations of Numerology greatly impacted Zhuang Sen's worldview, but fortunately, Lion King was not a meticulous person and did not overthink things like Guilliman.

Normally, the Super Brain allows itself to use Super Strength, but now that the Super Brain thinks Numerology, it has to learn it, regardless of this or that.

This idea not only arose in Zhuang Sen's mind, but also in the hearts of the group of Space Marine who came to watch. As they pondered, their beliefs converged into a force that emerged from the Sea of Souls.

Especially after discovering that Luojia had actually started to gain weight, this belief became even more devout, contributing to the rise of Numerology as the most prominent field of study in the galaxy.

Perhaps the Warp is truly a gift from this world to all living beings, a boon that allows the entire world to spiral upwards, stepping on its own two feet.

War in Heaven, there were countless peerless powerhouses like the Emperor, and heroes from all over the world were as numerous as carp crossing a river. It was truly a Golden Age, when true Emperor were everywhere and Primarchs were as common as dogs.

But in the end, it was just a dream that has vanished.

While everyone was detoxifying and beautifying Luojia, a kind-faced, burly, fat man stared at the small blackboard in front of him, lost in thought, "Nurgle, have you realized something?"

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Let me think about it some more.