What Does It Mean for an Emperor's Elbow to Flip Four Merchants?

"Angron, the history of Old Terra has been completely altered, or rather, this is the true history. But don't worry, it's all part of my plan."

"Second Brother is truly Invincible Under Heaven. I never imagined this was all part of your plan?"

"Absolutely!"

Looking at the group of boys and girls fiddling with tree bark in the courtyard, and Chang'e cooking spicy rabbit head (without chili peppers) for herself, Mordred continued to play the role of a hermit.

In reality, Mordred had no plan at all; he was making it all up. But he was just as stubborn as Old Man Huang, so whatever the plan was, he'd just admit it first.

"I had my suspicions before. The Yellow Turban Rebellion was at its peak in 184 AD, and it's still in chaos now in 189 AD. It has lasted for more than ten years since the uprising started, and Zhang Jiao has not died of illness."

Even the map is wrong. This place is Zhuo County, which belongs to You Province. There's also Ji County, which is occupied by Gongsun Zan, next to it. This isn't Shanxi; it's Hebei.

And the ages of Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei are also wrong; can you believe Zhang Fei is only 17 this year?

"17? That's way too precocious. I'd think he was 37, even 27 would be too old for me."

"Who says otherwise?" Mordred pursed his lips. In an era where people married and had children at twelve or thirteen, looking older than one's age was normal. It was considered lucky for Civilians to live to 40.

Only pampered high-ranking officials and nobles can gradually grow old; others simply don't live to that age.

The idea that time travelers seamlessly transition to ancient times is a complete myth. Just the basic necessities like food, clothing, and daily necessities can drive people crazy. There's even no toilet paper. Ordinary people use clods of dirt and leaves, while those who are more particular use small pieces of wood.

The four essential skills for time travelers are salt making, papermaking, iron smelting, and gunpowder making. Each of these four skills is difficult to master, and even if you have the technical skills, you can still be framed and executed simply because of your personal conduct.

"But we're different. This last dynasty is already in chaos, and with the addition of the rampant demonic chaos, no one can control us."

Do you know Angron?

"Huh?" Angron asked, puzzled. Mordred explained, "It's just that when I descended upon Serenity, I thought I'd give those local bumpkins a technological shock."

After all, the Dog-men of that time seemed very primitive, not even reaching the level of a feudal dynasty, still operating under a tribal system. Wouldn't it be like taking off overnight if I just made some gunpowder weapons?

So even after seeing Dog-men, creatures beyond my comprehension, I stubbornly believed I could change everything with the power of technology. I didn't take anything Thomas taught me seriously, and I thought the Old Ones knew nothing.

"And then what?"

Upon hearing this, Angron saw Mordred's expression turn into one of great distress, her tail drooping as if she were recalling some unbearable past.

"Then, after I actually mixed the gunpowder, Old Thomas gave me a demonstration of what it meant to use a half-ton stone to shoot down a wyvern flying at an altitude of 1,700 meters, with a power comparable to CIWS."

There are plenty of Old Ones like Thomas, and some Dog-men Chieftain who have lived for countless millennia can't even handle me when they go crazy.

The Serenity Unification Wars lasted for eight years. I won over all 88 surnames bit by bit. The most difficult battle was against a war Chieftain Sargeras. He hacked me to pieces, but in the end, I had to fight him to the death by sheer willpower.

But things are different now. I studied the pill you brought back before, and it can be said to be a counterfeit, inferior, and crudely made Gene-Seed.

It can cause the user's soul to burn briefly, attracting Warp Demonic Energy to infuse it, thus creating a humanoid Enchanted Warrior in a clever way; and its raw material is the mutated blood plasma of Russ.

As someone who experienced it firsthand, Angron knew what those Enchanted Warrior Mordred was talking about. In the past, he could have killed a whole bunch of them with a single slap, and a contingent of the Astra Militarum could have wiped them out completely.

Calling them Enchanted Warrior is an understatement; their weapons, equipment, and tactical skills are all outdated, and their physical strength is no match for that of a regular Stormcast Eternals after modification and enhancement.

Take the Adamantium most commonly used on Power Armor as an example. In this day and age, this stuff is a godsend. Unless it is contaminated with Psychic Power, it is absolutely impossible to penetrate. After all, with a generational gap of 40,000 years, the gap in materials technology is insurmountable.

These downgraded Enchanted Warrior are indeed not very good, but to ordinary soldiers in this era, they are monsters on the battlefield, capable of taking on a hundred men single-handedly. And these are just the basic units; who knows what kind of monsters might appear later?

Although they jokingly refer to the Astra Militarum as the "big shots" and saying they're only carrying flashlights, the Astra Militarum isn't just about individual weapons; Carpet Bombing artillery is their standard tactic.

Even without heavy firepower support, the Lasgun, jokingly referred to as a flashlight, is powerful enough to blow the Ork Boyz's head off with a single shot.

"Therefore, we cannot view this era with the same perspective as before. The Dragon Kingdoms were the Void Dragon's first biological testing ground. We must develop more powerful weapons; at the very least, gunpowder weapons must be put into use."

After two years of development, the entire Zhuo County, from top to bottom, has been completely infiltrated by the Mordred Dark Moon Cult.

This place has everything from coal and iron mines to saltpeter and sulfur, and it's located in a remote rural area, so setting up an arms factory wouldn't be a problem at all.

Although she is currently just a projection and her combat power is not even as good as a naked Space Marine, Mordred is still smart. She can definitely use the Star God Power to manually manufacture key parts. The only thing she lacks is insufficient energy reserves, so she must take it slowly.

"What about the Void Dragon?" Angron asked the most crucial question. If the Void Dragon issue wasn't resolved, the two of them would be fish on a chopping board. But Mordred said that wasn't a problem.

"If I'm not mistaken, it won't be long before Horus and I, from ten thousand years ago, arrive in this era, and the Void Dragon's good days are over. The Yellow Skins will solve everything."

"Huh! Second Brother, are you sure?"

Their eyes met, and looking at his brother's confident expression, Angron still felt a little uneasy. He was no longer the clueless fool he used to be.

As one classified document after another is opened, the Primarch now knows what the C'tan are. They are powerful beings comparable to the Warp Chaos God, and Angron has even witnessed the ghostly creatures that roam the edge of the Milky Way.

That C'tan, named the Outsider, was the one who was tricked into having epilepsy during the War in Heaven, and who ate his own kind until he went mad with his Big Stomach Bag.

Perhaps this is the only complete C'tan that humanity can observe. The mere existence of the Outsider caused the Tyranid Hive to avoid the Misty Sector and instead detour through the Extreme Sector to devour the Milky Way. None of the Four Merchants dared to act arrogantly in front of that monstrous thing.

The Milky Way is truly a treasure trove, with Cosmic Star God scattered throughout the universe and its Warp extent beyond our comprehension. Yet, these precious beings have chosen to exploit the Milky Way relentlessly, with everyone, human or ghost, flocking to it.

The outside world is so vast, yet we refuse to go out. It's all about technology and grueling work; who knows, the galaxy might explode one day if we're not careful.

Because of his enmity with the Aeldari, during the Great Crusade, Angron annihilated countless Aeldari Corsair and was known as one of the Empire's two great masters of sprout cooking, along with Vulkan.

According to the Aeldari information captured by the World Eaters, the Void Dragon's full Mag'ladroth. He was one of the three C'tan during the War in Heaven and was described as a top master of technology with a wicked and capricious personality.

This thing is practically an invincible symbol in War in Heaven. It has the perfect stats and the perfect mechanics. The creation of the Necron is the result of its operation.

It's equivalent to Mordred, who manipulated Blasphemous Technology in the Primarch, but in its final evolved form. The Void Dragon is the largest fragment of Mag'ladroth. This thing appeared in the Old Terra Era, and Angron couldn't possibly figure out how the Emperor defeated it, no matter how hard he tried.

The Emperor is not God-Emperor. It's not that Angron doesn't believe it, it's just that he doesn't have the ability.

Moreover, not only did Angron not believe it, but even the crowd watching the movie in front of the Golden Throne did not believe it. Mortarion, who had grown to two meters tall, even uttered wild words, saying that if his father had such ability, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

"Actually, I'm super brave!"

"What? Father, you're kidding me. Don't let my unsociable Mortarion fool you; I'm educated, especially knowledgeable about the history of Old Terra."

"Given the level of technology in Old Terra Era, tell me how you managed that? You couldn't possibly be riding a broken horse, wielding a lousy spear, and killing Void Dragon with a single thrust, could you?"

At this point, Mortarion was so angry he laughed, and Guilliman grinned foolishly, stuffing Coconut Heart Bobo into his mouth one after another. Not only the Primarch, but even the Adeptus Custodes were also slacking off nearby said that His Majesty was exaggerating a bit too much.

"It really is me! And I must clarify, that's not a broken horse, it's the most agile horse in the mountains, and that spear isn't a broken spear either, it's a silver spear that Eldar carved for me."

"Pfft~"

"Guilliman, what are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

Looking at his father standing on the Golden Throne, especially lingering for a moment on his rather lewd appearance, even knowing that it was Yellow Skins 12345 speaking now, Guilliman still felt that his father had gone a bit too far.

"It's nothing. Even if you, Father, rode a fine village horse and wielded a fine village spear to kill the Void Dragon with a single blow, how did you manage to seal it on Mars?"

"The horse carried me up there." If it weren't for laziness, the Emperor would have shown his own experience to prove it. He'd been deceiving people his whole life, but he really wasn't lying about this. Why don't you believe me?

Ha~

Father, you're joking! A horse carrying you from Earth to Mars —why don't you say that horse is Macado, or Malcador? Magnus is Magnus horse, isn't he?

Okay, even if what you said is true, then by that logic, why didn't you beat those Four Merchants to a pulp during the Great Heresy?

"That's right, that's right, Guilliman, you've finally said something sensible! If Father had that kind of power, I wouldn't have had to suffer for ten thousand years. What kind of father are you, you piece of trash?"

"Ah~ you Rebellious son, I'm your father!"

This approach used to work; whenever Emperor played the family card, the original body would inevitably fall into the vicious cycle of "my father loves me and I love my father." But now that they've seen what kind of person their own fathers are, this tactic no longer works.

"Tch, Old Ones, you're too weak. Just be a good welfare girl and I'll open the Imperial Palace as a tourist attraction in a few days and start charging admission, then I'll rake in your gold coins."

Seeing the Imperial Palace begin to shake and Psychic Power lightning flashing all around, it was clear that the Emperor was in a state of rage. But Guilliman not only didn't stop talking, he continued to attack, "What, you're not convinced? You're just a fragment of my father, not my dad. My dad is King Konnor."

And Mortarion wasn't wrong. Even if Father were fully recovered, he couldn't beat the Four Merchants. If he could, we wouldn't be working so hard. You should be ashamed!

Six eyes met as the Emperor looked at his two filial sons lying on the sofa, mocking him. His feelings were complicated. He was a proud man and couldn't stand such ridicule. Even at the risk of exposing himself, he stubbornly said, "Actually, I'm not afraid of those Four Useless Ones at all. After the Second Son self-destructed, I fought them for real. If they hadn't outnumbered me, I would have won!"

"So, did you win?"

"No, but even so, I was slightly better. I risked my life to take those Four Useless Ones down with me, and incidentally, I also exhausted the Dark King's power."

Although I was trapped on the Golden Throne, those Four Useless Ones weren't having an easy time either. They all had to go back and resurrect, especially that Lair Snake. I sent it back to fight the resurrection match as soon as it was born.

So a small loss doesn't count as a loss; rounded up, I've actually won, and won big at that.

Perhaps to save face, the Emperor even diverted some of his power to randomly select an unlucky girl in the underground palace to possess, so that his Rebellious son could cover up how he had beaten up the Four Merchants.

He went up and elbowed Slaanesh to pieces, letting the trash resurrect first, then grabbed the Khorne's head and smashed Tzeentch's brain, throwing all the brain matter out of his dog brain, and finally attacked the fat man, strangling him to death with his intestines.

Putting aside whether the Emperor's description is true or not, where did you learn this disgusting habit of randomly possessing little girls' bodies? Is my father really a pervert?

Because the news was so shocking, and because the Emperor's credit score couldn't even be scanned on a shared bicycle, Guilliman and Mortarion didn't believe a word of it.

Moreover, not only did they not believe it, but even the most loyal Adeptus Custodes did not believe it, yet they still echoed it, as if they were fooling a child.

After all, the Emperor has sacrificed so much for humanity. Not only has he become a vegetable, but he has also developed Alzheimer's disease. His mind is almost like that of a child. Let him be willful, we can only coax him.

"Oh yes, yes, you're absolutely right, Father, you're Invincible Under Heaven, aren't you? Since you can possess a little girl, would you like Uncle Guilliman to get you some dessert?"

After saying that, Guilliman actually pulled out a plate of desserts, and Mortarion, as if coaxing a child, lifted the little girl possessed by the Emperor high in the air.

Even the most shameless Emperor couldn't bear such humiliation, shouting that he hadn't lied and that without him, the empire would never have been peaceful for so many years—it was all thanks to him.

"That was done by my Second Brother. Father, you're shameless! It was clearly my Second Brother who self-destructed and severely injured the Four Gods, and you're stealing the credit from your own offspring."

"What? Mordred really said that? He's talking nonsense, he's lying to you. It was clearly me who did it, and I suffered for ten thousand years because of it, but now I'm Stand-in."

"Okay, okay, Father, it's all thanks to you. It seems the previous treatment was effective; you can even possess beings now. Would you like a Coke?"

"I'll have it with ice."