But I Came First

The Warp is such a strange thing; used well, it's a cheat code; used poorly, it's a cesspool.

The value of the Chaos God 'One Proof of Eternity is still being demonstrated, turning Numerology concocted by an illiterate man into reality.

Nurgle believed it, he truly believed it. Mortarion's Numerology was really useful; we had to learn it!

Moreover, not only Nurgle believed it, but all the Great Unclean One who saw the Emperor's shadow believed it. The more people believed, the more real the thing became. And this is the Warp, a magical place where will can be turned into reality.

The most crucial point is that you can't disbelieve it either. The Great Unclean One is fat and riddled with diseases, but he's not blind. With such a huge Golden Giant right in front of him, he can't just pretend he doesn't see it, can he?

The foundation of the Sea of Souls is chaos—chaotic time, chaotic space, and all sorts of bizarre and chaotic things. But one law remains constant: existence is everything, and everything exists for the sake of existence.

Logically speaking, if someone eats two red dragon fruits in the morning, what comes out when they get up to use the toilet in the middle of the night will definitely be red.

But this is the Material Universe. It's not necessarily the same in the Warp. It's not that you became a Red Sprayer because you ate a dragon fruit, but rather that becoming a Red Sprayer means you ate a dragon fruit.

Seeing that things were not going well, the Emperor fled, returning to the Emperor's Dream with a belly full of questions, and then dragged Mordred along to plot something big.

A difference of ten thousand years is not a problem. The 30k Emperor ran to 40k, witnessed Mortarion's Numerology, and then took in Mordred from 30k. In the end, the two of them both fell into misfortune.

"How strange, why are we here?"

"I don't know, but there's a projector here, would you like to take a look?"

"Ah~ my eyes, quick, erase these memories, I can't take it anymore."

Sizzle----"

"How strange, why are we here?"

"I don't know, but there's a projector here, would you like to take a look?"

"Sizzle----"

The two hulking men trapped in the Secret Room are still caught in a cycle of agony, but someone will eventually rescue them. Mordred is completely unaware of these experiences; he only knows that he should begin the second phase of the treatment plan.

The initial ritual lasted for seven days, during which the glue boiled by the Daemon was completely exhausted, but it was all worth it. Luojia had begun to take on a human form and had grown fresh flesh and blood.

He had some doubts before, but now that the facts were right in front of him, Zhuang Sen instantly understood. Without Mordred's command, he very skillfully took out the same toilet plunger as the Emperor and shoved it into Luojia's head.

"Should I go run in the cage next door now?"

"That's right, but Luojia isn't Yellow Skins. You need to run slower, or she won't be able to handle it. As for you guys, don't just stand around. See that Electric Chair over there? Five minutes each, go up and act as a container."

"Reporting to the Great Commander, five minutes is too short, I can handle it."

"Get lost!" Mordred slapped the clueless Word Bearers away and declared again, "My Soul Reconstruction Therapy comes from Biochemical Alchemy, which is an extremely scientific discipline. Do what I tell you to do and don't cause me any trouble."

Anyone who has worked in a factory knows that no matter how outrageous the rules are, you should never doubt them and must always follow them, because the more outrageous the rules, the more outrageous the practices behind them.

Under Mordred's supervision, Zhuang Sen began jogging, Word Bearers took turns recharging, each for five minutes, without pausing for more than that.

Having learned from Guilliman's mistake, Mordred dared not let these people court death. According to the program he set, each Word Bearers could actually withstand 15 minutes, but for safety reasons, it was compressed to five minutes.

And there was nothing that could be done about it. After all, Luojia wasn't as resilient and durable Emperor. She was barely clinging to life, and if she were given any strong medicine, she would definitely be finished.

As for the Word Bearers, they are not Emperor Spirit. They can serve as vessels only because they are the offspring of the Luojia. This makes sense in the ritual, so they are used as a substitute. After all, Mordred didn't have the time to develop a yellow-skinned rat that was compatible with the Luojia.

Of the 5,742 Word Bearers, if you exclude those who were buried in Dreadnought and those who could not serve as containers, the total is about 5,000.

These 5,000 people were then divided into two groups for rotation to ensure they wouldn't go insane due to excessive pollution. They also had to go to Mordred's Spirit Exorcism Dead Zone to exterminate the pollution and then enter another Personality Excretion Device to dilute it and burn the pollution into Chaos Energy Crystal.

Recharging takes five minutes, but excretion takes much longer. This process lasted for a full 169 days. In the repeated cycle of recharging and excretion, almost all those Word Bearers fell into a period of exhaustion.

This is not to say that the Word Bearers are useless; on the contrary, Word Bearers are quite capable. Their magic resistance ranks among the top in all legions. This is not due to physical fatigue, but rather to the depletion of their souls.

However, this is not the end. Mordred is doing now is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. The real reason why Luojia is in this state is the Yellow Skins. There is a fragment of the Yellow Skins inside Luojia's body, and Mordred needs to remove it himself.

After Mordred finished explaining the pathology, everyone became quite excited and began asking what surgical instruments were needed, and whether they should leave first to avoid disturbing the Great Commander during the surgery.

"No need. Surgery is not such an inconvenient thing. I, Mordred, became an old Imperial military doctor because of my boldness and meticulousness."

Hey you! Yes! It's you, and you two, grab my tail. I'll give you a signal and you can pull me out.

-scold!!!"

With a loud shout, Mordred, suddenly going berserk, extended her claws and, before anyone could react, disemboweled Luojia, and incidentally gave her double eyelids as well.

All that could be seen was Luojia flesh mangled and bloody, spitting out black blood, forming a pool of blood in the crystal coffin. Without a word, Mordred leaped high into the air with a flawless pose and plunged into the coffin.

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This astonishing act left everyone speechless. Mordred, in his armored state, was a full three and a half meters tall. Such a large man had actually squeezed into the coffin, with only his tail sticking out.

"Wait a minute, why does the Primarch have a tail?"

Looking at the ferocious long tail that was swaying unconsciously in their hands, seemingly possessing its own will, the group of Word Bearers dared not ask or speak. Only Zhuang Sen, who had been jogging along beside them, explained, "It's normal. Mordred not only has a tail, it also has wings. If you make it happy, you can even ride it. Isn't that amazing?"

Amazing, absolutely amazing! And what Zhuang Sen said was true. Mordred doesn't think straight when he gets carried away. That's exactly what they did when they fought Zadan. And the person who created this style was Russ.

The thought of Russ Lion King back memories of his good brother.

Although he always called Russ a barbarian and once beat Russ half to death in a duel, Zhuang Sen actually had no ill will towards Russ, or rather, he had no ill will towards any of his brothers.

In any situation, Russ is definitely the best backup option.

The same situation applies to the White Scars. The Khan was also a top-notch talent, but these two were the ones who disappeared the most completely. Two legions searched for them for a full ten thousand years and still can't find them now.

But seeing Luojia Jia blowing bubbles in the coffin, Zhuang Sen stopped thinking, for hope still remained.

Cold, shivering.

For Luojia, it was as if she had an extremely long and intermittent dream.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

These three questions troubled Luojia for a long time. It took her a long time to remember that her name was Luojia Aurelian. As for the other two questions, she still couldn't figure them out.

But Luojia knew she didn't belong here. Someone was waiting for her outside, and she had some things to do, but only if she got out of here first.

Dreams are illusory; every human being dreams while sleeping. Most dreams are forgotten upon waking. However, dreams also come in different types, such as the lucid dream that Luojia is currently experiencing.

She knew she was dreaming, but she couldn't wake up and could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded before her. In order to find a way out and to wake up from the dream, Luojia began her journey.

Deserts, wastelands, forests, waterfalls, oceans—these are endless fields.

Luojia traveled to many places and met many people, but this only made her more confused, because she discovered that this was not Colchis at all, but rather the Holy Terra.

"Holy Terra? It doesn't feel as good as Colchis!"

Colchis is a desert world, three times larger Terra, but despite being a desert, its natural environment is better than that of Holy Terra.

Luojia may have a penchant for feudal superstitions, but as Primarch, he easily confirmed through astrological observations that this world was indeed the Holy Terra.

But there is no empire here, nor any Hive City; there are only groups of humans, and these humans are quite backward, with some even still using stone tools.

Luojia couldn't remember how long she had been here, but she had been to many places and seen some strange things. The most eye-catching of them all was a human with an ordinary appearance and slightly eccentric behavior.

This man was named Neos, a very stupid human. He was walking alone in the wilderness, clearly having separated from his tribe.

Luojia knew why he left the tribe: his parents had died, and he had even killed his uncle with his own hands.

For some reason, when Luo Jia saw Neos wandering in the wilderness struggling to survive, Luojia an urgent need to help him.

But she couldn't do it; she could only watch silently, because she couldn't manifest herself at all. Like a phantom bubble, she had inexplicably arrived in this dream.

But this wasn't absolute. As Luojia remembered her name, she discovered that she could interfere with this dream, very slightly, but definitely.

For example, when Neos almost choked to death, Luojia would give him hints to find water; when stranded on a desert island and unable to find food, she would try to signal the fish to bite.

Without any reason or ulterior motive, Luojia wanted to help this unlucky guy named Neos, even though she would do everything for free.

A boy wandering in the wilderness and a giant silently guarding the land—two completely unrelated beings come together and develop a tacit understanding in this dream.

Neos was young, but limited by the times, he was ultimately a barbarian, or rather, a primitive man from the tribal era. And for primitive men, the most important things every day were eating, sleeping, and having children.

This was everything for primitive people, their life: hunting the Beast, gathering wild fruits, cultivating plants that seemed Undead, and displaying their strength within the tribe to win more mates.

Neos was different; he killed people, and he was a menace.

People couldn't understand how Neos killed his uncle. He didn't use a spear, a bow and arrow, or even a club; he simply glared at him, and his uncle died.

The unknown represents fear, a trait ingrained in human genes, which is why Neos was driven out of the tribe.

In primitive society, when a child ventures into the wilderness, only death awaits him. But Neos is no ordinary child; he is a person protected by the gods.

Neos realized that someone was helping him, perhaps a human, perhaps a god, but ultimately Neos believed that it was a god who was helping him.

That's right, it's God!

Neos didn't know what the gods looked like, but he believed they were ultimately good because the gods would help him find food, water, and guide him out of danger.

It's a very simple logic, but it's Neos's true thought. After all, for a primitive man who has never been educated since childhood, everything he sees can be called a miracle, especially when he opens his eyes and sees a rabbit run into him and die. He's even more convinced of that.

Once is a coincidence, twice is an accident, but what does it mean by three or four times? Surely the rabbit isn't really stupid enough to deliberately run into me and die.

Therefore, gods exist; there must be gods in this world.

Luojia wanted to laugh, especially seeing Neos's loud and boisterous manner. She thought to herself, "What kind of gods are there in this world? That rabbit died right in front of you because I was helping you."

The boy, dressed in animal skins, wandered the wilderness, while Luojia silently protected him from behind. This went on for a long time, so long that Luojia almost forgot why he had traveled so far.

But dreams eventually end.

The earth began to collapse, the sky began to burn, and a maddening howl suddenly rang out, as if trillions of souls were screaming in one's ear.

"Luojia, open your eyes?"

The scene before his eyes was rapidly collapsing. The figure named Neos had vanished, replaced by a tall figure clad in jet-black armor. Flames of destruction burned on the blade, transforming into chains that bound him tightly.

"Are you leaving me too? I was here first, what's so great about him? He's a bastard, he even lies to himself?"

Luojia didn't know who this person was, or rather, who this thing was, but she knew that the person who was trying to keep her was Neos, or rather, that this was the real Neos.

Pain, unparalleled pain, stimulated every nerve in Luojia's body, as if she had been disemboweled, instantly bringing her to her senses. She looked at the sharp claw that had somehow pierced her chest.

It hurts a little, but it feels kind of good too.

Realizing that it had hit its target, the extremely savage force dragged Luojia, trying to take her out of the dream.

But the dream didn't want Luojia to leave, or rather, this wasn't Luojia's dream at all. But no matter how the dark flames resisted, the ferocious claw remained unchanged, and the flames were devoured one by one.

"Higher-dimensional properties, kid!"

A slightly mocking voice rang in her ears, but it gave Luojia a sense of peace, as if the voice itself could bring her a sense of security.

Luojia saw emerald green evil flames descending from the sky, and endless short-legged dogs emerging from the flames, rushing towards the impotent, furious, dark figure.

Just before his vision shattered, Neos appeared. He had finally emerged from the wilderness and found a lamb that had been abandoned there by someone.

"You bastard, don't run! How dare you steal my sheep! Put it down right now!"

"Haha, thank you for nature's bounty."