Malcador: What do you mean I'm the mistress?

Life is full of surprises, but they are always followed by joy, just like Mordred and Angron at this moment.

Everything was planned perfectly. According to the plan, they would find a good place to land, and then Angron would ride Mordred and act as the most agile dog in the mountains.

Using the telepathic connection between Primarchs, which is like that of Stand-in users, they search for Russ, take their good brother with them, sing a widow's song, fly to the Luna, loot the moon, and then return to the future to dig their good brother out.

Everything went smoothly until they found Russ, when they ran into someone else looting in the same spot – Eldar!

Mordred, needless to say, witnessed firsthand how Eldar humiliated Makara in the Rome baths when he was first transformed into a dog, along with Horus.

The game was so bizarre that both dogs turned their backs to the camera, becoming traumatized by it. They must know what Eldar looks like.

Angron was able to recognize Eldar entirely because the woman looked so much like his Second Brother; apart from having a more streamlined physique and body lines, they were practically identical.

Moreover, it's not just Mordred; you can find traces of Eldar in almost every Primarch—the eldest, Second Son, sixth eldest, and Tenth Brother all have blond hair.

Koz, with Corvus Corax pale skin, Perturabo's iron-gray eyes, and even the innate elegance of Fulgrim.

One look at Ding Zhen, and you know she's definitely her biological mother.

Just as the two brothers discovered Eldar also discovered the strange combination of the black and white calico cat riding a short-legged orange dog.

However, this scrutinizing gaze triggered Mordred's underlying logic, and he immediately barked and said, "What are you looking at?"

"Second Brother, don't speak, we can't beat her."

"Hmm! Dogs and cats can talk? Does this mean that not only humans can Perpetual, but animals can too?"

"Wrong."

Eldar frowned. She hadn't seen the strange cat before, but the strange dog looked familiar. Wasn't it one of the two dogs that had sneaked into the bath to drink water that day?

She remembered there was also a silver-white one, but after not seeing it for several years, this dog had made a new friend—a cat. Could it be that Poseidon had turned his attention to animals again?

Thinking of this, Eldar instantly teleported behind the two, grabbed them by the back of the neck, and then checked what kind of strange thing it was.

As we all know, if a dog is grabbed by the neck and its four legs are dangling in the air, it is just like a cat, completely powerless to resist. No matter how fiercely it resists, it will only swing back and forth.

Angron was alright, he was known for not resisting, but Mordred was different. He would bite even Yellow Skins if it dared to treat him like that, let alone Eldar.

"Let me go, Eldar, you crazy woman!"

"Oh ho, you can swear now. Tell me how you know my name?"

"I won't tell, even if you beat me to death, I won't tell. You're using electric shocks to pretend you're a dead rat, haven't you eaten? Go ahead and try—"

Ah!!!"

Without giving him any chance to argue, streaks of pale lightning descended from the sky, striking Mordred hard. He was electrocuted until his entire body was smoking, and even his skeletal remains were visible.

Perhaps he was a little reserved at first, but after seeing how resilient the dog was, unable to be killed no matter how many times he was electrocuted, Eldar's pale lightning bolts grew stronger and stronger, until finally even celestial phenomena appeared, and his Psychic Power level was approaching that of a basic Yellow Skins.

Startled, Angron grabbed Eldar's arm and made a humiliating gurgling sound. As for Mordred, he wasn't so tough and surrendered on the spot.

"I confess, I confess everything. The Emperor told me all this. He called you a pervert, an incompletely evolved Lifeform, a genetically mutated Xenos, a primitive man who can only babble nonsense."

Upon hearing this, the Emperor, who was watching the Live Broadcast, burst into a tirade, stating that he had never said that, that it was slander, pure slander. He had only said that she was a vicious-looking, crazy old woman who would hit people at the slightest provocation, and that she was an old woman constantly suffering from menopausal mania.

But the Emperor's explanation was meaningless; Eldar couldn't hear it at all. Instead, she asked Mordred, "Who is this Emperor you're talking about? Is it Diocletian? I'm going to kill him."

"No, the Emperor I'm referring to is Neos. To be honest, my brother and I are actually from the future; we are Neos's sons—the Purple Garlic."

"Garlic? Purple-skinned, no less! Do you think I'm easy to fool, that I can't even tell what color you are? You're still not being honest."

After saying that, Eldar mumbled something obscure and incomprehensible, and an indescribable sense of oppression instantly descended upon him, startling Mordred into quickly correcting herself. "No, it's pets, that's right, we are pets, the pets you and Neos keep, Dorn, say something!"

Angron instantly realized that there was no Angron here, only Dorn, and his Second Brother wasn't Mordred, but rather—

Yes, I am Dorn now, so who exactly is Mordred? As he thought of this, a figure began to magnify infinitely in Angron's mind.

"Guilliman, why do you blurt everything out? If this continues, we'll both be punished when we get back after our mission."

Their reputations are earned by themselves, and neither of them cares who will suffer in the future. The only one who does care is watching the Live Broadcast.

Guilliman was really unlucky. There were 21 Primarch, so why didn't he choose one? He could have at least made up a pseudonym. Why did he have to include me? Did he think I was the most heinous criminal?

But just like the Yellow Skins, Guilliman had no way to express his suffering, and Eldar on the other side didn't believe it directly either. Instead, she muttered some incomprehensible words to predict whether the two strange things in front of her were Neos's pets.

This made the cat and dog very nervous, but fortunately, the definition of a pet is very broad. As long as there is affection involved, offspring can also be considered a cherished possession.

The result is obvious: although the Emperor has never been human and his parenting style is rather abstract—even a dog could do a better job of raising children—his love for the Primarch remains undiminished, though it's a rather complicated matter.

After confirming with the incantation that the two were not lying, Eldar released their necks, but still continued to ask, "What exactly is this mission you're talking about? I have no idea that Neos has been keeping any magical pets behind my back. He even has trouble eating and needs me to help him. Tell me everything you know, don't try to lie to me."

Unable to fight back or escape, and with the prophecy to prove his point, Mordred could only make up lies and continue to deceive them, "We are not local cats and dogs; we come from the future. In fact, we are all pets raised by you and the Emperor. We came here to take in an escaped convict and ensure that he can be used by us in the future."

As for whether I'm lying or not, you can hold my hand and feel it closely. Don't you feel a strange sense of intimacy?

Mordred sprang to her feet and placed her paw directly into Eldar's hand. Eldar felt a strange sense of intimacy, as if she were actually raising this cat and dog in the future.

"What you said is actually true."

"Absolutely! I never lie, I've never even lied before. I'm known for my honesty and integrity. If even half of what I just said were false, may I [Guilliman] be struck by lightning and toil like a slave for the rest of my life."

Although it was hard to understand, the facts were right in front of her, and that inexplicable sense of intimacy didn't seem fake, so Eldar believed Mordred's nonsense and listened to his ramblings.

"So you really are from the future? And that's what Neos from the future really said about me?"

"Yes, yes, Second Brother said is true." Standing on the ground, Angron added fuel to the fire, "His Majesty even had a mistress behind your back, named Malcador, who is a Perpetual boy! He even brought her home."

"What? I knew he was capable of this. This bastard really is having affairs outside and even bringing them home. He's gone too far!"

Seeing Eldar's furious outburst, Angron suddenly understood why his Second Brother was so wicked. It felt so good to do bad things, especially when he thought about how his father might get a severe beating later.

In reality, Eldar isn't as bad as the Emperor portrays her to be. On the contrary, she's not bad at all, and in fact, she's much more personified than the Emperor. Her only flaw is that she's quite emotional and a complete romantic.

He seemed so easily fooled; Magnus probably followed in the footsteps of Eldar, possessing extraordinary wisdom.

Although not very bright, Eldar was incredibly strong. Before, Mordred had always thought that the Perpetual were just a bunch of pretentious, useless idiots, that the Emperor was special, and that Malcador was probably the pinnacle of Perpetual.

But the intelligence was wrong. Eldar wasn't weak at all; on the contrary, he was an even stronger Psyker than Malcador. He could beat Mordred like a dog—well, no, Mordred is a dog now.

Perhaps because she claimed to have come from the future, Eldar asked a lot of questions, which annoyed the two of them, and they couldn't let anything slip.

But there were benefits too. After gaining their trust, Eldar decided to help the two find the so-called fugitive, and Mordred and Angron also learned why Eldar was there.

"You mean you sensed a cunning and savage evil force that wants to seal away the Daemon?"

"Yes, Daemon are not common, but when they do appear, they are a disaster and extremely difficult to deal with. For many years, we Perpetual have been working to eliminate those Daemons."

Don't underestimate us just because we are ancient people. In our spare time, we also like to roam the Ethereal ocean. I once observed a group of strange creatures with long ears in the distant starry sky. However, they were not friendly; on the contrary, they were quite depraved.

As for those evil gods who want to invade our territory, what an arrogant bunch! Don't they know that this world is ours to protect?

Mordred glanced at Eldar, a Psychic Power projection that wasn't particularly muscular but resembled a small sun in the Fel Energy perspective. She guessed that the so-called evil god Erdana was probably not an exaggeration, but rather a work of factual fiction.

Before the Slaanesh were born, the Warp's erosion of the Physical World was not so severe, and the three peddlers were still in an inert state, all holding back something big.

As a result, in the later Dark Age of Technology, humanity began to recklessly use Warp Voyage colonization, and even went so far as to attempt to cross the Sea of Souls in their physical bodies without opening the Gellar Field.

With Eldar's help and following some mysterious guidance, the man, the cat, and the dog split the mountain and soon discovered a giant palace hidden beneath it.

And then I saw the Big Yellow Dog hanging up like a roast goose, its body pierced by all sorts of thick objects, its tail drooping; it had clearly been thoroughly abused.

"Russ?"

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The flickering disc player dispelled the darkness, and in a daze, Mordred seemed to see a tear filled with humiliation fall to the ground, shattering someone's dignity.

"Russ, are you alright?"

"No, don't come any closer! Don't look! I'm no longer clean!"