Flowers bloom again, but youth never returns.

Are you ready?

"Ready, meow! I'm the most amazing cat."

"Alright, you're now a perfectly good piece of trash, you can become my head ornament."

Mordred, sporting Ultimate Cat atop his head, stood before the Golden Throne. After a month, he had figured out the Stasis Field of the Necron.

Based on current technology and his previous experience with Horus, even if it were to turn into a dog again, he could still replicate a device that could put Russ into hibernation for 40,000 years.

He didn't ask about the hiding place, since asking would invalidate the theory. Whether the Grandfather Paradox actually exists is still debatable, but Mordred chose to believe his brother.

Have you verified it?

"Yes, this place is definitely a good hiding spot. Perhaps that's why everyone has overlooked it."

"Then let's take action!"

Thanks to its performance during the Plague War and the return of Luojia, the yellow-skinned Big Rat, Emperor Spirit, has gained importance and has become the officially designated pet of the Imperial Cult.

Especially those golden-skinned Big Rat infused with the power of the God-Emperor, each one is a sacred beast of the Imperial Cult, a symbol of status, and can also be thrown out when encountering Xenos Daemon as a means of mutual destruction.

Its function is equivalent to a house-elf, a rat catcher, and a sacred grenade.

Don't think this is animal cruelty; on the contrary, because the Emperor Spirit has the Emperor's genome, it also inherited the racial knight's talents.

Upon seeing Xenos or Daemon, it will exhale and shout "yes yes yes yes" while lunging at the enemy in a glorious self-destruction.

It was precisely because of these characteristics that the Empire eliminated a large number of infiltrated Genestealer and Cultists in the Hive World. Like the Dog-men chef, he was highly praised by the soldiers, and some have already begun to suggest that Mordred include the Emperor Spirit in the reserve forces.

Under this situation where they were treated as biological radar, the Emperor Spirit began to multiply rapidly, queuing up every day to be infused with power by the Yellow Skins.

Moreover, only the largest and strongest among the best are qualified to evolve into golden-skinned rats and enter the Indomitable Expedition. This has even led to the formation of small groups that mimic the legion.

Emperor Spirit who fared well joined forces with Astartes, while those who fared poorly were forced to remain within the Holy Terra, where a few of the biggest and strongest yellow-skinned rats emerged from the ensuing chaos.

Take, for example, the one in front of Mordred. He calls himself Ratiman. He was the first to form a small group when the other Emperor Spirit were vying for power, and his gang had the most members. He seems very Ambition.

To ensure the plan went smoothly, Mordred recruited the Ultrarat Warband, including Ratiman, to lead them deep into the dream world and to the point in time where Russ was.

Although it was called a conscription, these Emperor Spirit didn't suffer any losses. In order to transport Mordred and Angron, they had to consume a large amount of chocolate Peanut Butter.

They even snatched this recruitment qualification from the Word Rat Warband Ultrarat Warband, secretly burning down the opponent's Perfect Rat Nest.

Everything was ready except for the final touch. As the Ultra Rat lined up to prepare, Mordred also brought Russ's mother over and started tugging at her fur, turning it into a blanket on the spot.

However, due to its excessive size, the blanket could only serve as a cloak for Mordred. If she kept pulling at it, Russ's mother would really bite her. So, she just plucked out some fur to make a hat for Angron.

"Yellow Skins, are you sure you've never seen Russ?"

"I'm sure I was still a mercenary at that time, so poor I didn't even own a horse. I ended up picking up a wild horse that nobody wanted."

"That's fine, which means I won't encounter any Perpetual."

"Not necessarily!"

Yellow Skins 12345 said that he is not the only Perpetual in this world. There are many Perpetual. Every myth has a Perpetual being, and our traces can be found everywhere in the long river of history.

Especially during the Old Terra Era, the power of the Perpetual was undeniably divine, as were the Dragon Kingdoms. You don't really think mythology is fake, do you?

If a rare the Beast like you were taken, you would be severely humiliated, unlike me, who would only feel sorry for you.

For some reason, Mordred felt that Yellow Skins 12345 had been acting all cheeky lately, making him itchy to give him a good beating.

But then they thought about how they had worked so hard to make this suit, and how it would have to be repaired if it got damaged, so they had no choice but to give up.

"Mortarion."

"Receive!"

Long Prepared, Mortarion put on his goggles, pulled out a syringe, and injected it into Angron's rear end. As the medicine was injected, Angron fell into a deep sleep before he even had a chance to react.

"That's not right, I clearly calculated the dosage of the medicine, but he fainted before I even finished administering it."

"That's normal. Angron is allergic to the anesthetic produced in Nuceria. Its effects are several times stronger than others. Let alone one injection, he probably couldn't even withstand half an injection back then before he was captured and forced to become a gladiator."

Compared to Angron's instantaneous incapacity, Mordred's situation was much simpler. He could fall asleep whenever he wanted without any medication. All he had to do was take out his leather sofa and cover himself with the small blanket that Old Thomas had given him.

Just three seconds later, Mordred was fast asleep, and Mortarion, the nurse, pulled on the tubing, ultimately deciding to shove the Peanut Butter into Angron's mouth.

In an instant, golden light flashed, and one after another, the Emperor Spirit transformed into golden lightning, forming a spiral drill that pierced the sky. The spiral drill directly slammed into Angron's cat's rear end, instantly melting two lychees.

Perhaps due to the excessive power, the blinding golden light caused pain to everyone's eyes, and no one noticed that the half-injected medicine had disappeared and appeared in the hand of the Emperor, who should have been unable to move.

Thirteen seconds later, the blinding golden light disappeared. Looking at Mordred, who had already started snoring, grinding his teeth, and talking in his sleep, no one knew whether the plan had succeeded or not.

"Tear his tongue out and bang it against his head."

"What does it mean?"

The Emperor's sudden outburst left the two bewildered, but Guilliman did as he was told, prying open Mordred's mouth and pulling out his tongue to bang against his head.

As Guilliman moved, Mordred's golden pupils began to Faint Light, projecting images and even subtitles outwards.

Guilliman was already used to this kind of peculiar phenomenon; after all, he had eaten Hot Pot inside Mordred's body. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but subconsciously glance at Mortarion beside him, and suddenly felt hungry again.

Without any hesitation, Guilliman threw off the blanket and frantically rummaged around behind his good brother, actually pulling out a bucket of orange juice, two bowls of fried chicken, three pineapples, and four packets of spicy crispy pastries.

Seeing that there were still empty seats on the sofa, Guilliman and Mortarion simply placed their Good Second Brother in the middle, fiddling with Mordred's head to adjust the viewing angle, while eating their good brother's fried chicken, drinking their good brother's orange juice, chewing on their good brother's spicy crispy snacks, and sitting on their good brother's sofa.

He acted as if he were in his own living room, the only thing missing was warming his sister-in-law's bed. (This was the scene I witnessed the other night; it was truly ironic.)

Meanwhile, the other Adeptus Custodes crowded around, taking out various snacks from the Dog-men and eating them as they watched, looking just like onlookers.

Why isn't the screen moving?

"What's the rush? Wait a little longer. See, it's moving now. But why is the camera angle so low?"

Meanwhile, Mordred, completely unaware that she had been used as a projector, slowly woke up, pushed away Angron who was clinging to her head like a facehugger, and took a deep breath of the surrounding air. "Ah! This is the smell, even the air is so fresh. By the way, what are those people up ahead doing?"

Taking advantage of its height, the surrounding crowd didn't even notice the short-legged dog carrying the fat cat at its feet. Instead, they kept shouting bloodthirsty remarks like "fight it out!" and "kill it!"

The commotion instantly woke Angron, but like Mordred, he was bewildered, watching the two burly men fight each other.

"Second Brother, what are you doing?"

"How would I know? It seems like that bearded guy was picking a fight, saying that the guy in the green hat was selling inferior goods. They were speaking with a slang term that I couldn't quite understand, but those two were really strong. They could smash a railing with one slap. Are they even ordinary people?"

Wait, look, another one's here. He's actually pinned those two burly men down. I didn't expect there to be another expert."