You Still Want to Be My Stepmom? Dream On!

"Luojia, how many times have I told you not to read those perverted erotic novels written by Sisyphus? Is your brain full of shit?"

Damn, I really can't take it anymore.

Without any hesitation, after that bastard Luo Jia Luojia those lewd words, Mordred went up and delivered a powerful flying kick, sending her flying into the air.

Then he unleashed a barrage of heavy punches, repeatedly beating the filth until Luojia was suspended in mid-air, her feet barely touching the ground. Within three minutes, she was foaming at the mouth, her eyes rolling back, emitting a strange groan. "Smack!"

With a kick followed by a finishing move, Luojia was embedded in the floor, his mouth and eyes crooked and unable to take care of himself.

"Finished work, Angeltæ, get out here Carpet Bombing."

"Yes, Great Commander!"

If it were anyone else who had insulted their Gene-Mother in this way, Angeltæ would have already led his men to draw their knives and attack them. But Mordred was different; he even felt that his mother was doing it on purpose, just to enjoy the beating.

Every family has its own troubles, Luojia is like that. He seems quite serious, and he even has the added advantage of being a pope, but secretly he's a masochist. Luckily, he didn't inherit the priestly tradition of liking little boys, otherwise he would be a disgrace.

It was a bit embarrassing, but also quite reasonable. The group of Word Bearers skillfully pulled out shovels and dug the Primarch out of the ground, which made the Ultramarines quite gratified, feeling a sense of shared suffering.

As for whether Luojia will be beaten up, please, is the Primarch such an inconvenient thing? Its health bar is longer than their lifespan, and it can even survive by eating dirt. It's just a minor paralysis; it will recover in a while.

Soon, feeling quite pleased with himself Guilliman, Luojia followed Mordred around like a shadow, handing over various matters to Mordred.

When Luojia heard that Luo Jia had managed Ultramar very well in the past five years, Mordred was quite pleased. He thought that with Guilliman and Luojia around, he could finally take a break. However, he still criticized, "Your approach to cultivating the younger generation is too radical. It is easy to cause panic among the conservatives. And hastily launching a new round of the Indomitable Expedition will make these people think that we are going to settle scores with them."

It's not that we're preventing you from launching a new round of Indomitable Expedition, but rather that we're advising you to fight slowly, deliberately, and in an orderly manner.

Let the capable people go first, let those with better conditions advance first, and let those who advance first motivate those who advance later, so that we can ultimately achieve common progress.

At the same time, we must also consider the specific circumstances and avoid blindly launching expeditions to cultivate loyal followers. We must carry out the personnel changes in a precise, scientific, and efficient manner.

Moreover, your approach is too one-sided. Use your brain more flexibly. You should not only carry out Second Founding, but also bring about changes in local areas and even in the Forge World.

Let those with technical expertise participate in the production process, and let those with good management skills take the lead, so as to help everyone build new prosperity with professional expertise.

Overall, you did a very good job; you're ready to graduate!

Hearing Mordred's so-called criticism, Luojia would probably be strutting around with pride, since this was the first time Mordred had affirmed him like this.

"Second Brother, I can do even better!"

"Good, you truly are my good sister. Having you and Guilliman around is such a blessing. You are both my wings."

"Oh, is there something else about me?" Guilliman, who was sprawled on the sofa digesting his food, felt that Mordred was coaxing a child, and the words sounded so familiar, as if Euten had coaxed him like that when he was a child.

"You two are like the Crouching Dragon and the Sleeping Dragon Phoenix Chick among us brothers. Possessing either one is enough to conquer the world. Now that we have both, our empire is thriving!"

Which empire are you referring to?

"That's the Imperium of Man, of course! Guilliman, if you can't speak, shut up. Nobody thinks you're mute. Look at Luojia, then look at you. Get back to work. We need to go back to Terra after this."

Seeing that Luojia was quite pleased, Mordred couldn't help but marvel at Lady Yuton's expertise was still rising, and quietly closed the book "Child Psychology" in his hand.

He thought to himself that if Yellow Skins had read more books back then, he wouldn't be so isolated and abandoned now, with not even a Perpetual friend helping him.

Thinking of this, Mordred couldn't help but think of his dear Uncle Malcador, wondering where the old wall lamp had gone.

"Wait a minute, why would I want to talk to Malcador? I remember there's something I need to do."

"Second Brother, what are you talking about?" Mordred scratched his head, indicating that he seemed to have forgotten something important. He remembered it before, but forgot about it as soon as he turned his head.

"That must be something unimportant."

"That makes sense—oh wait, I remember now, Isha is still in the sack."

Due to the urgency of the situation, Mordred was delayed by Mortarion after escaping the Garden of Nurgle, and simply threw the sack of scraps into the bridge of the Abomination.

Now, five whole years have passed, and we still don't know if Isha is dead or alive.

But the goddess of life is the goddess of life; her life is incredibly tough. Even after being dismembered, cut into pieces, stuffed into sacks, and dried out for five years, she still hadn't died, though she was a little wilted.

However, when Isha was found, she wasn't on the bridge; instead, she was in the kitchen, sitting next to a whole box of cured meat, right next to the slaughterhouse.

As the bag opened, and Aisha saw the three Primarchs peering at her, especially Guilliman who lingered for a moment, Isha completely broke down, two tears streaming down her face. "Waaaaah (;)"

For the past five years, Isha has suffered immense mental torment. The Dog-men chefs who occupy the kitchen of the Abomination may seem kind, but others may not know, but doesn't Isha know? It was the Old Ones who led them to end the wolf plague that ravaged the starry sea.

These werewolves weren't all dead; they were even hanging out with humans. I had once fantasized about a tall knight coming to save me, but instead I was beaten up and then torn to pieces.

He had not escaped with his life; instead, he had entered an even more terrifying hell.

To Atlas, the Abomination was their warmest nest, but to Isha, every inch of the ship's steel was soaked with the dying howls of Daemon, Icarus's tentacles covered the hull, and the Abomination had become a completely living creature.

The rampant, emerald-green evil fire and the constantly howling Daemon souls caused Isha's mental state to deteriorate further, and the unknown fears shattered her psychological defenses.

The more afraid she was, the more she would overthink, and the more she overthink, the more afraid she became, ultimately ruining Isha to the point where she is now, almost dehydrated.

"Mordred, why isn't she reacting at all? Look, she's crying again."

"I don't know, she was probably moved to tears, after all, I'm her savior."

Whether she was a benefactor or not is unclear, but Isha was unusually docile. Even when Mordred was stitching up her torso, she was lifeless, as if she had been played with and broken.

But this situation did not last long. With the arrival of Atlas, the leader of the Psychic Power demi -Abhumans, the Grand Patriarch of the Dark Moon Cult, the fifth of the Four Heavenly Kings, the Second Legion's secret Webway navigator, and the Empire's Long War veteran, Ji Yalan, the goddess of life finally showed some reaction.

Looking at Ji Yalan, who was no different from any other Elven Aeldari but was quite strong and powerful, Isha felt as if she had found a new support. She buried her face in Ji Yalan's chest and began to wail loudly.

This behavior, however, made Ji Yalan feel quite embarrassed, after all, one cannot serve two masters, she already belonged to Prince Mordred.

Especially for Eldar like Ji Yalan, who experienced the destruction of the Aeldari Empire and eventually became Aeldari, their feelings towards this goddess of life are extremely complex.

On the one hand, he was quite grateful for the goddess's doting affection, but on the other hand, he was dissatisfied with her actions when Doomsday arrived, especially after seeing Isha only crying and whining, this dissatisfaction turned into anger.

Aside from the Dark Eldar, all the Aeldari have survived to this day in the galaxy are die-hards. Although their behavior may seem somewhat abstract, they were truly ascetic during the Aeldari Empire era.

The saying "a doting mother spoils her son" applies everywhere. These Aeldari had foreseen the birth of Slaanesh and wanted to reverse the situation, but by then the Aeldari Empire had completely fallen into depravity, and even the gods had retreated and given up, and were even leading the way in throwing parties.

The Eldar Gods aren't blind to it, but rather they choose not to see it, just like the former overlord Xiang Yu, who didn't seize Guanzhong but instead returned home in glory.

After the War in Heaven, the Aeldari did not consider expanding outwards. Instead, they retreated into the Milky Way, indulging in extravagance and pushing the boundaries of Morality and ethics.

Isha was the most important instigator of this. Every time the Aeldari had a chance to turn things around, she would step in, cry without saying a word, and use her so-called love to indulge the Aeldari Empire step by step toward depravity.

The important thing about Slaanesh is not the lust, but the sin. Don't think that going to Slaanesh's realm means encountering countless Daemonette and perverts, with all sorts of twisted acts. Even the most handsome and ruthless among the Four are not to be underestimated.

All of this originated from the former Aeldari Empire. One could even say that the Slaaneshi Daemon were less adept at this than the former Aeldari, since it was common practice for them to mate while disemboweling themselves and jumping into stars.

Seeing her Mother Goddess still weeping and wailing like a useless piece of trash, Ji Yalan's last shred of loyalty to the former empire shattered completely. She shoved the useless goddess away, saying, "If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? Stay away from me, or I'll accuse you of indecent assault. I'm afraid His Highness will misunderstand."

But you are my child!

"Shut up!" Ji Yalan puffed out his chest, which was beyond the reach of ordinary Aeldari and even surpassed that of goddesses, indicating that he had long been an imperial citizen and that Aeldari!

Upon hearing this, the useless goddess started crying again, which annoyed Mordred so much that he punched her in the stomach.

"Cry, cry, all you do is cry! What kind of expression is that? And what are those tears? If you dare to cry again, next time it won't be a fist hitting you."

"What are you up to?"

"What are you doing? Who do you think you are? Daemon don't feel pain here, and neither do gods. If you can't offer any value, I don't mind having a little treat."

But don't worry, as long as you work honestly, I won't mind providing you with shelter.

Isha grabbed the useless goddess and, compared to the extremely imposing Mordred, looked like a little chick being held in someone's arms. "See? My flagship is as solid as a rock. Even Daemon would curse it. Your children are very happy here. They will no longer suffer from Slaanesh's persecution. And all of this is based on Fealty."

What you can do, I can do; what you can't do, I can still do. While you were just crying and wailing, I brought Serenity to Ji Yalan, so that they may find eternal peace after their deaths.

In Atlasian is equal. Whether human Dog-men, or Aeldari, we fight under the same banner; we are all true brothers and sisters.

And what were you doing at this time? As a deity, and their Mother Goddess, you should feel ashamed!

"Know shame?" Isha disagreed with this assessment, but couldn't find the words to refute it.

"What, you're not convinced? Speak up! If you have any complaints, just say them. I don't believe you can bring yourself to say them."

Do you know why I can still say this so frankly? Because men have some sense of shame, and I don't know which gods were treated like trash when their race was wiped out—some were broken into pieces, some rotted away, and some were even taken prisoner, leaving a clown to carry the banner in the end."

Upon hearing this, Isha felt like crying again, but seeing Mordred's fist, which was "real" the size of a cooking pot, she forced herself to pull it back.

The reason she was crying was not anything else, but because Mordred's words were all true; he had torn away the last veil of pretense from the Eldar Gods.

"But I still can't accept being your stepmother! And at the same time, being your sex object."

"What? When did I say that?!"

"You are. Don't think I'm stupid. I can see clearly. That seemingly Ambition blond kid isn't you. That's just a disguise. The one who hit me, cursed me, and even tried to cut me with a knife is you."

At this point, Isha turned around and hugged Mordred, burrowing into his arms like a shrew, making Master Mordred feel nauseous, and he unleashed another righteous iron fist.

But this trick didn't work; the more he beat her, the more excited she became, until Mordred was forced to grab her by the neck and tear the thing off her body.

"No way, fine, you're blind, but take a good look in the mirror every now and then. You think you're good enough for me? You want to be my stepmother? Dream on!"

"Although I've always called that Yellow Skins an idiot, I know he'll never forget the wonderful time he was repeatedly humiliated by Eldar. It was a bittersweet experience for him. I won't allow you to ruin my parents' relationship."

If the Yellow Skins could move freely, upon hearing this, it would definitely do everything in its power to pin Mordred to the ground and beat him up.

Was that true love? It was completely forced upon him!

Neos had just emerged from the wilderness when, for stealing one of Ol' Peson's sheep, he was brought before Eldar by that bastard to be sold into servitude as atonement.

He barely escaped from that madwoman's clutches, only to be betrayed by all the Perpetual; they all sold him out.

On one occasion, for a mere 30 silver coins, he was tied up like a dumpling and thrown onto Eldar's bed by his good buddies right after he finished eating.

So whenever someone asked him about his past experiences, he would remain silent. Did the Emperor simply not want to talk about it?

There's absolutely no way to talk about it.

"And I, Mordred, am not one of you bunch of lousy gods. Simple lust can no longer satisfy me. I am the Ultimate Being."

After saying that, Mordred's flesh and blood surged, and she instantly transformed from a 3.8-meter-tall giant into a 3.8-meter-tall lesbian.

His flowing blond hair cascaded down his back, and his face possessed both the androgynous beauty of Fulgrim and the sunny cheerfulness of Sanguinius. One could even discern the wildness of Perturabo and the sacredness of Luojia in his brows.

Coupled with that look of disdain for everyone else, her character model and aura are off the charts. No wonder the Emperor said Mordred and Eldar were cut from the same mold. Their model and aura are both top-notch, making her even more like a goddess than Isha, which makes her a little jealous.

"See? Gender and appearance mean absolutely nothing to me. If I wanted to, I could turn Dorn into an ice queen and make her an imperial Princess. You need to recognize your own place."

Choose: will you allow me to dissect you into parts and turn you into a divine puppet, or will you swear allegiance to me?

Isha, you only have one chance. You don't want to see your children suffer, do you?

With that, Mordred tore open her own wrist, placing the blood, Chaos Energy Corruption, before Isha.

Gazing at the blood plasma that seemed to writhe as if it had Self-Awareness, Isha seemed to see an indescribable the Beast Roared from the abyss.

"So what is the price?"

"Become as handsome as me!"