Ji County Warrior

Only those who wronged you know how wronged you are. The Emperor didn't lie, and Mordred didn't lie either.

As for Mordred, because he left the scene early, his prestige hadn't completely dissipated and he hadn't become the Joker. If he had died a little later, he probably would have only been able to sit at the same table as Magnus.

He genuinely believed that the weakening of the Four Gods was due to his self-destruction, so he insisted that it was his doing, unaware that the Yellow Skins had also self-destructed once.

Second Brother Mordred's self-destruction nearly killed the Four Merchants, while the Emperor's self-destruction sent them back to their old home in the Warp to respawn. Together, the two of them extended the Empire's hiatus by more than 2,000 years.

Perhaps because self-destruction was indeed effective, the Word Bearers, who were most deeply corrupted by the Black Skins, later developed a unique technology called Backup Hidden Energy.

In addition, during the Plague War, the Emperor Spirit shouted "Yes Yes!" while rushing towards the Daemon and self-destructing, so much so that in the eyes of other uninformed races, human gods had two characteristics: one was shouting "I Am Not a God," and the other was self-destruction, making them the worst of the worst.

But none of that matters. What matters is that while others may not know the Yellow Skins's background, Mordred certainly does, having been beaten up since he was a child.

Could the current Emperor defeat the Void Dragon? That's a no-brainer. If they couldn't defeat the Void Dragon, the Mars Adeptus Mechanicus would never have existed. So the Void Dragon aren't a threat; they're a signal.

Based on her distant memories, Mordred recalled seeing a brilliant shooting star rising from the earth when she and Horus were acting as the Conch Maidens for Makara.

If I'm not mistaken, this shooting star is indeed Void Dragon, and since dragons are symbols of emperors, the Void Dragon is considered a dragon.

"Everything makes sense now. No wonder we saw the Dragon Kingdoms fighting when we were traveling around the world. It was all part of the plan!"

"Chang'e, hurry up and bring my dishes, or they'll clump together!"

"Yes, Your Highness." The maid who had been called by name stepped forward and placed a bowl of meat sauce noodles with dogwood and Sichuan peppercorns in front of Mordred. She even thoughtfully peeled a clove of garlic for him.

Due to the era, some vegetables that are more common in later generations, such as spinach, Chinese cabbage, and even the chili peppers that Mordred loved to eat, were not available at this time. They could only eat dogwood. However, garlic, grapes, and even sesame were available during this period.

The dishes served at Serenity are not up to standard. It's not that they taste bad, but the presentation isn't very appealing. They're mostly noodles or rice, or they might serve you a large pot of roasted meat or stew, emphasizing that it's a large portion that will fill you up.

But for war orphans like Chang'e, the Dark Moon Cult was paradise. They had unlimited food, and every few days they could eat some meat and fruit. Some even ate ravenously in the mess hall because they were malnourished.

The term "malnutrition" was coined by Mordred. In his words, "Each of you is my property, and you must work diligently and do whatever I tell you to do. If you die, I'll be at a loss."

Unlike typical transmigrators who immediately advocate for equality, Mordred believes in might makes right, that the strong must ruthlessly rule the weak, and that there can only be one alpha wolf in a pack, and that alpha is himself.

Furthermore, you must control your underlings with ample material resources, feed them well, and make them spontaneously support you ideologically. Use glory and a well-established reward and punishment system to brainwash them.

The eight-hour workday was completely abandoned and increased to ten hours. Weekends were no longer given; only one day off per week was allowed, and lunch breaks were reduced to less than two hours. Everything from birth to death was inseparable from Atlas, and this was Mordred's method of exploitation in the Serenity 50 Worlds.

Sometimes Mordred even felt he was too cruel. This was a harsh measure he had thought about for a long time; in his previous life, he would have definitely been a heartless boss.

In this day and age, Mordred is even more despicable. He doesn't even pay wages, and he cuts the food to the bare minimum. Only those who perform well get to eat meat; otherwise, they only get to eat it once a week.

Seeing Mordred standing there in a daze after finishing his meal, Chang'e knew that His Highness must have eaten too much and was feeling sleepy. She quickly took out a soft cushion from behind her and laid it out, and also fanned him with a fan.

"You have a good eye. No wonder you're the most talented among your group. By the way, Chang'e, how many years have you been with me?"

It's been five years.

"Five years! I remember I bought you for a peck of rice. You were only eleven years old then, like a skinny little monkey, without even a rag on your body, and with a hemp rope around your neck."

"And there are kids like you everywhere, and there are more and more of them. Do you know what that means?"

"This means our opportunity has arrived."

"That's right." Mordred muttered, leaning against the maid's leg. "Two years ago, Chu Yunfei, persuaded by Wang Yun, stabbed my beloved Dong Zhuo to death, causing my smuggling business to go bankrupt."

Dong Zhuo lives or dies is irrelevant, but his death will plunge the world into chaos. Everyone knows that whoever has the strongest army will rule, so they begin to use the flesh pills looted from Luoyang to expand their military. Soon, demons will wreak havoc on the world.

Furthermore, my brother and our main force went out to fight, joining that pointless anti-Dong Zhuo Allied Forces. Our area is essentially leaderless. Guess what will happen next?

"They'll raid my place."

"Yes, Liu Yu is our nominal boss, and Gongsun Zan will definitely not let this opportunity pass. So after he makes his move, we'll go out and deal with this guy. Remember, no speaking the local dialect."

Liu Bei is too kind-hearted; he probably couldn't bring himself to harm his former classmates. We'll have to handle these underhanded dealings ourselves.

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Upon hearing this, the Emperor, who was watching a TV series, immediately retorted, "See? I told you Mordred was treacherous and cunning! She's a master at backstabbing her teammates. I wonder who she took after."

Yes, who did the Great Commander learn this treacherous act of betraying his own side from? It's hard to guess. It can't be inherited from our great His Majesty, can it?

But unlike the Yellow Skins who love to watch the drama unfold, Chang'e, who serves whoever feeds her, doesn't care about such things. Let alone assassinating a stranger with whom she has a good relationship, even if it's their nominal representative, as long as Mordred gives the order, the Darkmoon Cult will do everything in their power to kill the person.

Fine, white down peeked out from under her dress, and the girl's originally slender, jade-like fingers extended sharp claws, tearing the stone steps to shreds with a slight swipe.

Limited by the era and its own numerical limitations, Mordred's power has been compressed to the extreme; even using the Star God Power to build basic equipment requires a pause.

Even so, Mordred is a classically trained individual, having been personally mentored by his good friend Carlos and the research madman Neos. While restoring the Space Marine is impossible, creating some enhanced mutants is still possible.

If you don't have the materials to craft Astartes or Spartan Warriors, then break free from the test-taking mindset and instead utilize the power of the Warp, using Fel Energy to dissolve souls and extract the life essence, and then rely on Biochemical Alchemy to create human transmutation.

This is Mordred's Eastern Han mutant project.

If you ask where the souls used as raw materials come from, aren't they everywhere? In this time of great chaos, there is no shortage of dead people. Rather than letting the souls suffer in the Warp, it is better to burn them into crystals and end it all, which is a quick and painless death.

If he didn't want to completely disrupt history, he could have used the little rabbit he ate last night to cultivate Licker, a bio-engineered monster that would be far superior to the meat pills produced by those amateurs.

As for whether Mordred will feel guilty, lol. Would you care how many noodles you ate last night?

To bring good luck, Mordred even recruited soldiers from the refugees of Ji County, and over five years built a Ji County Warriors Warband, composed of beastmen clad in heavy armor. Perhaps the future XP of Fury Control was born during this time.

Perhaps Guilliman was watching over him from the shadows, and perhaps his ambition was a perfect match for his Ambition. That very night, accompanied by a piercing wail, a golden meteor streaked across the sky, and Mordred knew his chance had come.

"Bandits fighting each other, the county magistrate suddenly killed—how pleasing that sounds! Attendance! Ji County warriors, move out!"

"Heh heh, I have lived up to the Venerable One's expectations!"