Just a Normal Leopard Print Auntie

It is unknown how many years have passed since Mordred and Angron came into this world.

In the following three years, the Liu Group, with the soldiers of Ji County as the core and ordinary soldiers as the main force, repeatedly marched south from You Province, occupying Bing Province, Qing Province, Ji Province, Liang Province, Yan Province, and the territory of five other provinces, which was historically known as Northern Shu.

Without a doubt, the north was completely pacified and became Liu Bei's territory in just three years, a truly perfect start.

On Mordred's advice, the Shu Kingdom did not continue its southward advance, but instead chose to move westward, aiming to open up the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun. Meanwhile, the Central Plains were left to recuperate and rebuild, continuing to garrison troops, cultivate the land, and accumulate strength.

Due to the nature of the era, waging war required food, which takes time, unlike the future empire that could Synthetic Starch. Therefore, they had to wait until food supplies were plentiful before continuing their southward advance.

Although they couldn't produce chemical fertilizers with current technology, under Mordred's guidance, the Dark Moon Cult, dressed in little red robes, still managed to cultivate a series of high-yield crops, attracting many refugees to join them.

Mordred believed that this chaotic world would surely end in a few years, and that the warriors of Ji County would launch Great Crusade and win a great victory.

Now that the side quests have laid a good foundation, Mordred must hurry up and work on the main quest. He has never forgotten his good brother, but the moon landing is a bit difficult.

Humanity first ventured into the stars in the 20th century, a feat achieved after the Second Industrial Revolution, catalyzed by two World Wars, and during the Cold War—a period of reckless and costly expansion.

To land on the Luna at the end of the Eastern Han was an incredibly difficult feat in a physical sense, so Mordred had to resort to some unorthodox methods.

Forget rocket engines and manned aircraft; just imitate the Orks, put together some pieces of wood, and shove a Fel Energy engine inside.

If the materials aren't up to par, just pile on Fel Energy; if the power source isn't strong enough, just increase the output. As long as it doesn't fall apart, Mordred is confident he can get this thing to the Luna.

Forget about any scientific basis. The Fel Energy Engine was originally modified by Mordred using Daemon Engine. The fuel it burns is soul. The fact that they didn't hollow out a stone to use as a shell is already a good thing for the Wright Brothers.

As for whether the cosmic environment will cause them to perish? That's laughable. Mordred and Angron may seem like a cat and a dog, but they are essentially soul projections.

He couldn't single-handedly destroy the entire world, but at least he's tough and resilient; his true form is still in the empire 40,000 years in the future.

If his true form were to descend, even if it were just a small piece of flesh, Mordred wouldn't have gone through all the trouble of creating a beastman; he could have just directly attacked the Spartan Warriors.

The only problem is Russ. He's definitely made of flesh and blood, but he probably won't die. Thick skin and tough flesh are basic attributes of Primarchs. Only someone who can suffocate themselves would wear a helmet in space.

Those Chaos Energy Crystal weren't for moon landing; their purpose was to replenish Mordred's mana and use the Star God Power to manually create a Stasis Field generator.

The Star God Power is incredibly useful; it can distort the Physical Laws, much like alchemy in Fullmetal Alchemist. As long as you understand the principles, you can achieve reality. The only drawback is that it consumes too much mana.

"I don't know how C'tan grow up, they can actually lie on stars and show off their food like crazy, it's so illogical."

Upon hearing this, Angron, who was installing skin on the plane, immediately retorted, "Second Brother, how dare you say that? I've never seen anything that can eat Daemon alive. You're even more sinister than the C'tan. By the way, is this thing even reliable?"

"Of course! Don't be fooled by the fact that it's just made of wood. It's teeming with countless souls, serving not only as fuel but also as a protective shield for the aircraft."

I crafted it according to the ascension ritual. In the Warp, it would definitely be Chaos Artifact. I'm the most qualified to say about that; your Second Brother is just that talented.

See that lever? Pressing it fires Fel Energy fireball; anyone hit by it will suffer soul corruption and eventually turn into a puddle of Concentrated Liquid!

Angron couldn't understand why Mordred was so proud, especially after seeing the little wooden plane carrying him, consuming wood, and growing on its own. It was clearly a man-made Daemon, not some kind of flying machine.

Compared to this self-developing Daemon Engine, the Dark Mechanicum is a bunch of useless trash. Only Mordred, as the Primarch, can provide assistance to the Empire; otherwise, anyone else would have been killed by 11 pulls long ago.

With the last wire welded in place, and after consuming 80% of her Fel Energy reserves, Mordred finally managed to handcraft a Stasis Field generator that could stably preserve Russ's body.

Despite being called Stasis Field, this thing looks more like a dog cage made of solid wood, complete with four omnidirectional wheels, embodying the bulky and crude characteristics of Atlas Technology, and it doesn't even have tires.

After all, we should save where we can and spend where we can. Good steel should be used where it's needed most. As long as the core components are usable, the appearance is not important at all. On the contrary, the food storage containers are arranged very clearly.

Whether Russ lives or dies is irrelevant; what matters is making yourself comfortable. At this moment, the small plane that Mordred named the Moon Rabbit is 10 meters long, and most of its space has been converted into a living area.

Due to the lack of advanced technology, it would take a full ten days to fly to the Luna in this vehicle, even if we consider the closest distance between the Earth and the moon, and that would require precise timing.

Everything was ready except for the final piece of the skin. With the last piece of skin laid, Mordred decided to begin his search for his family.

With a low, whirring noise, Jade Rabbit, defying the Physical Laws, wobbled its way into the sky, heading towards the location where that meteor had taken off three years ago.

However, the direction was a bit wrong; the nose of the Jade Rabbit was not pointing west, but east.

Mordred's idea was that since he was already here, he had to take something back with him. He figured he could take advantage of the opportunity to seal up his good brother and also seal up some Terra native crops that he had always wanted.

On the other hand, it's to avoid encountering another version of oneself. No one knows whether the Grandfather Paradox has any basis, and if something goes wrong, it will be ruined.

After a journey filled with stops and gatherings of precious crops and Mordred's favorite chili peppers, the two brothers crossed the Pacific Ocean, flew over the Americas, and accomplished the historic feat of circumnavigating the world, finally arriving at the Mediterranean Sea coast.

Mediterranean Sea oats are so nourishing! After many years, Mordred returned to the place where his dream began. Following the guidance of his memories, he also went to the little shack in Makara and found Makara's piggy bank.

Four gold coins, thirteen silver coins, and eight copper coins—that's all Makara's wealth. It's safe to say that without Mordred and Horus's help, he wouldn't have been able to save a single penny.

For the first time, Mordred managed to control her urge to steal. She stuffed two large gold bars into the piggy bank. They had left in such a hurry that they hadn't left anything for the poor guy, so this was a good opportunity to make up for it.

Without lingering, the two headed straight for the deep mountains and forests after leaving the small, dilapidated house, where they indeed found a battlefield that had been leveled.

Looking at the radial crater before him, comparable to Orbital Bombardment, Angron fell silent, as did the Adeptus Custodes and Primarchs who were watching the drama unfold.

"No, Father, you really aren't lying!"

"Nonsense, I have never lied to anyone, not just you two Rebellious son, but to everyone. I have never lied."

Take that with a grain of salt. If the Emperor hadn't been possessed by a mere apprentice, deeply devoted to filial piety, and already 3 meters tall, Mortarion would have slapped him long ago.

"What, do you want to be that Filial Rebellious Son again? Come and hit me! You lost your mother when you were little, and I raised you with all my hard work, and this is how you treat me?"

"You're not going to say anything now, are you? I knew it. Let me tell you, don't think I'm a bad father. Eldar is even crazier. She's a lunatic. If you fall into her hands, your lives are over."

At this point, a strange light flashed in the Emperor's eyes. Clearly, while Mordred was away, this guy was trying to seduce the Primarch again.

However, no matter how much the Yellow Skins caused trouble, Guilliman and Mortarion ignored him, instead staring intently at the scene before them.

The feeling of being ignored was unbearable. Even Yellow Skins with 40,000 years of cultivation couldn't stand the cold violence. It took the initiative and used the little girl's vest to beckon to Mortarion's neck, shouting, "Look at me! Look at me! I don't believe your eyes are empty!"

"Stop fooling around!"

"What? You mean I'm just trying to attract attention? You—"

Before the Emperor could finish speaking, he was pinned down by two large hands and locked firmly on the sofa, unable to move. With Mordred and Angron sleeping peacefully beside him, anyone who didn't know better would think that the family of five was enjoying a wonderful family time.

It was at this moment that the Yellow Skins realized why Mortarion and Guilliman were ignoring him—it was because someone had appeared on the screen.

A person who once gave him boundless support when he was young and ignorant, who stayed by his side when everyone else abandoned him, but who betrayed him when the Great Crusade was launched.

"Father, is that our mother?"

"----"

"No, it's just a typical leopard-print lady, I don't want to see that!"