Time Pincer Attack

As the saying goes, bigger is better, and more is more beautiful, and this also applies to the original entity.

If Sisyphus were just a short man a little over two and a half meters tall, even if Mordred nominated Sisyphus as Great Commander, the soldiers would certainly not be convinced. People who didn't know better would think he was just some Space Marine there to make up the numbers.

After all, a demigod must have something special about him. People won't believe that a short guy is an Imperial demigod; they'll just stereotype that the Primarch is a big guy.

If size cannot be achieved, then quantity must be the path to beauty.

The first lesson in life is loyalty and righteousness; the second is learning to use power to intimidate others. The empire was able to sweep across the galaxy during the Great Crusade because of its large population and massive size.

Your troops are dwindling rapidly, while my Canned One are endless, and my auxiliary troops are countless—enough to overwhelm you.

Although there are currently 6.01 Primarchs who have returned to the Empire, only three of them can serve as the main force: the Dark Angels, the Ultramarines, and the Atlas, which account for 70% of the Expeditionary Fleet.

However, Atlasian, and the seed compatibility rate is a major problem. They also have to be scattered in various places as deliverymen. When the Word Bearers were found, there were just over 5,000, but now there are less than 8,000.

Based on bloodline, the only Death Guard are those who previously associated with Mordred and were known as the Death Guard. Their numbers are also quite auspicious, totaling 777 including Mortarion.

On the contrary, the number of Soul Drinkers, which was only a little over 1,000 before, has surged. After the Primaris Conversion surgery, they are only 2.2 meters tall. A bunch of little Canned One are running around in a chaotic mess, and their numbers have increased more than tenfold, almost more Atlas.

The only drawback is its extremely low profile, making it easily overlooked by friendly forces and thus vulnerable to artillery fire.

As for the World Eaters, let's skip them. Their entire legion only has 0.01 Angron, and they're fat cats.

So while farming and building up her army, Mordred also had to find ways to increase her income and bring her good brothers over to eat shit. Currently, there are only two whose whereabouts are known: one is Russ, and the other is Corvus Corax, who has disappeared somewhere.

Corax is too socially awkward; if he wanted to hide, no one could find him. Mordred sent troops to Salvation Star, Raven Guard simply said, "My father is dead; we have nothing to do with him."

Take those words with a grain of salt, but they're fundamentally arrogant. The Raven Guard are going crazy missing their father, yet they still stubbornly insist on saying things like the Raven King abandoned them, they don't need the Primarch, and he wronged them—all incomprehensible nonsense.

With things having come to this point, Mordred could only focus his energy on his dog brother Russ, but he still needed to find a human intermediary.

"Pick me, Second Brother! You guys get to go out and have fun, but I'm stuck in Terra. That's not fair! So this time, I have to go."

"You?"

Looking at Guilliman, who had volunteered himself, Mordred couldn't help but recall what Zhuang Sen had told her in the Primarch group chat, "Second Son, you must keep a close eye on Guilliman. You must keep him locked up in Holy Terra. If anything happens to him, we'll be the ones who suffer. You don't want to be crushed by a mountain of parchment, do you?"

"The boss is right. We have to keep a close eye on Guilliman. If something happens to him, who will approve the aid supplies for Alicia?"

"Yes, the soldiers on the front lines are indeed blessed with faith, but they need material support even more. Second Brother, your Atlas can indeed transport goods, but the bulk of the raw materials are still in Guilliman's hands. We must make him do the work."

This was a small group created by Mordred, and even Mortarion, who had just returned, was added to it. Guilliman was the only one not included, so that they could conspire together and make that kid do the work.

Thinking of this, Mordred quickly shook his head. "No, no, Holy Terra can't function without you. The backlog of government affairs from the Plague War is still there. If you don't do it, do you expect me to?"

These words infuriated Guilliman. So now you're not even going to act anymore, you're just using me as a tool. But his sense of responsibility wouldn't allow him to act recklessly.

What about me?

"You!"

Looking at the eager Mortarion in front of him, logically speaking, this guy was the most suitable candidate. However, his purpose in seeking out Russ was to share the pressure so that the chaotic group of space huskies would have a leader to go and lay their eggs.

The Death Guard is still dead. Instead of having you search for people with me, wouldn't it be more practical for you to focus on building up your legion?

"No way, you get out there and have your babies. And let me tell you, if I don't see the Death Guard's basic framework set up before I get back, you're finished."

Look at Sisyphus. He may be a bit weak, but he's the one I trust the most. In just a few years, he's expanded the Soul Drinkers from a small Chapter to First Founding, and it's only a matter of time before it becomes a legion.

What's the point of thinking so much? Let's get the legion built first. I've even prepared the Death Guard's Power Armor, I'm just hoping you'll give me offspring.

You're not a child anymore, stop making me worry about everything. Do you know how much I want to see my dear nephews right now?

Mordred became increasingly helpless as he spoke: a seriously ill father, a mother who had left home, a lost brother, and a broken family. He had to be both father and mother to them all, and he also had to urge them to have children.

"So there's only one choice left, Angron, you have to come with me."

Meow~ Yay!

It's unclear whether it's due to his physical body, but despite possessing his original body's memories, Angron is increasingly behaving like a cat, and his speech is tinged with some strange verbal tics.

Now that Mordred has decided to go and rescue Russ, she needs to make thorough preparations for this dream journey. This is not like the previous two trips that she could just take off on a whim; she has to bring Russ back as an individual.

Since dream walking is not time travel in the traditional sense, even Mordred's favorite giant bananas, the bees raised by the Serenity Beekeepers, and the onions widely cultivated in the Empire are all products of artificial cultivation.

These things only look similar, but in essence they are still products of genetic engineering, reconstructed by Mordred using his Super Brain to analyze the genetic map and his memory.

But Russ is a person, not some cunning old devil Tiga. He can be summoned by light, or even without light. As long as there is light in one's heart, that counts as light.

In other words, Mordred back then. Tiga asked the children to lend him their light, and he lent it out, but it has never been returned, which has made his life bleak ever since.

"Then how can we bring Russ, who is in the Old Terra Era, back to the present era?" If this problem cannot be solved, then finding Russ is meaningless.

Building a time machine is extremely difficult. If he could do it, it would mean breaking down the barriers of time. This isn't just stating the obvious; it's a philosophical question that transcends the realm of science.

If a time machine were to be invented, it would mean that the entire Timeline would become a sacred timeline, the future would be equal to the present, the past would be equal to the future, and the whole world would spiral upwards in a manner where the left foot steps on the right.

This situation can be compared to Doraemon. The moment the time machine was invented, the 22nd century became eternal. You can find galactic-destroying bombs on street stalls. Even causal gadgets like telephone booths have become collectibles for home assistive robots.

Such thoughts are best left unsaid; anything can happen in dreams. But the important thing about extraordinary wisdom isn't the wisdom itself, but its extraordinary nature.

Since the technical problem couldn't be solved, Mordred decided to abandon the problem-solving mindset and achieve the result in the dumbest and most foolish way possible: let Russ appear on her own.

"I do not understand!"

"Duh, what Second Brother means is to find a way to seal Russ away in a certain place, keep him in this state, and eventually cross the river of history to reach the future, which is our current point in time."

It's similar to being on a tourist attraction like Macragge; one second you're having your throat slit by Ferrus, and the next you're seeing your own handwritten notes on toilet paper.

"Little Mo is right. We don't have a time machine, but we have Stasis Field. Not to mention, we just unearthed a Necrons Museum. The technology of the Necron is much more advanced than ours."

I can't build a time machine, but I can replicate the technology of a Necron, and that's my Time Pincer Strategy.

But now there's another problem: if I do find Russ, where can I hide him?

"You guys help me think of something first. I'm trying to figure out how this Necron Technology works."

The two people and the cat fell into deep thought. Although it has only been 40,000 years, humans have done more in these 40,000 years than in the previous millions of years.

It took approximately 2.5 million years from the first upright walking of Australopithecus to the learning to use fire, while it took less than 50,000 years from the birth of true civilization to the present day when humans are spread throughout the Milky Way and even beyond.

Within this 50,000-year period, if we exclude the 40,000-year timeframe from the Great Crusade to the present, and further exclude the period from the transition from primitive tribes to the technological explosion of the 20th century, we still have a remaining 30,000-year timeframe. And these 30,000 years represent the most frenzied period of humankind.

Some call that period the Golden Age, while others call it the Dark Age of Technology. But one thing is certain: people at that time truly possessed the ability to move mountains and fill seas, and some of their technologies would be considered magical even by today's standards.

Putting aside other things, Atlas's development to its current state is inseparable from the Dar Company ruins on the Serenity, and even now there are still some technological black boxes that Mordred cannot crack.

However, it's important to know that during the Human Federation era, the planet Serenity was merely a zoo owned by the Dar Company, Fenris was a Nordic theme park, Angron's hometown, Nuceria, was an amusement park for live-action role-playing games.

Moreover, we need to consider not only the Abstract Maneuver of the Human Federation era, but also the reasons of the times. If Mordred had gone back, he would definitely be in projection form, at most a dog with superpowers.

Although the Void Dragon was just a fragment, not everyone is Yellow Skins, capable of riding a horse across the void and sealing this unfortunate thing on Mars.

So where could Russ be hidden? He must be hiding near Terra, but that godforsaken place has hosted countless PUBG tournaments.

Terra from 40,000 years ago was not the Terra of today; it involved physically moving mountains and filling seas.

The Primarch's Super Brain was working at lightning speed. After eliminating all guesses, Guilliman and Mortarion exchanged a glance, and they both thought of the same place.

But instead of speaking, they stopped Angron from speaking, and Angron instantly understood what his brothers meant.

Their eyes met, and the two people and the cat confirmed the answer and began gathering information to verify whether it was feasible.

The result was an unexpected coincidence. Throughout 40,000 years of human history, this place had never been affected and had simply remained there, untouched.

So much so that everyone overlooked it.