A Young Man Arrived in Commorragh

"Is that the Khan?"

"That must be the Khan! After all, the horse belongs to the emperor—"

"Shut up." Before Mortarion could finish speaking, Guilliman grabbed him and held him down. He was absolutely fed up with this lousy joke. He had been watching the show for two years and had been hearing it for two whole years. If he kept hearing it, he would go deaf.

Mordred shared the same thought, but since the return ritual was irreversible and the spacetime vortex generated by the Emperor Spirit had already formed, he could only muster his last strength to shout, "Fellow Daoist, please wait! Quickly put down your horse! We're here!"

"Who's talking?" The Emperor, who was running for his life, turned his head and saw a cat and a dog jumping around on the surface of the Luna and waving at him.

This is outrageous! It's so outrageous it's beyond belief! How could dogs and cats possibly survive in this void? The Golden Giant, who had been carrying a tall horse from Mars to the Luna, exclaimed that it was unscientific and immediately ran over.

The Khan, on the other hand, looked incredulous, simply because he recognized Mordred's dog head.

Chagatai was one of the Primarchs discovered by Tom. When they first made contact with the Empire, that bastard Tom was leading the Atlas to steal sheep in Chagoris, not even sparing the pasture on the ground, literally chewing the sky up three feet.

Because Atlas never turned off its automatic looting, to outsiders these large, black and red Canned One looked like a band of robbers, leaving an indelible bad impression on the Khan at the time.

In fact, given Atlas's behavior, there's no doubt that he was a bandit. He not only robbed outsiders but also his own people. So his merits outweighed his demerits; otherwise, he would have been expelled from the human race long ago.

When Mordred followed the scent and tried to plant a few Cyclone Torpedo torpedoes on Chagoris while Chagatai wasn't looking, his despicable nature was on full display, to the point that the Khan didn't trust this suddenly appearing Second Brother at all.

The Khan requested to meet the Emperor, wanting to see for himself whether his father was a man or a god, and left behind the phrase that would be repeated throughout history, "This must be the power of my father."

It was at this moment that Khan witnessed Mordred's projected form, a strange-looking Khorne with Red Scarf and a missing ear.

This moment is just like that moment; that wise look in Mordred's eyes—even as a dog, with her left eye on guard and her right eye on watch—is absolutely true.

Thinking of this, the Khan spurred his horse, kicking the Emperor's rear end repeatedly, even resorting to speaking in human language to urge his mount to run faster, "Giddy up, Neos, haven't you eaten? Hurry up, I'm going to miss the last bus!"

"I haven't eaten yet... wait, Lightning, you can actually speak."

"Shut up! That's my brother! Take me there now, I want to go home!"

If a normal person heard Ma Neng speak and recognize a cat and a dog as brothers, they would definitely think he was crazy. But Neos is not an ordinary person. The words "brothers" and "family" triggered the underlying logic of Emperor who had no father or mother to love him since childhood and could not even afford to send two graves to his ancestors.

By the standards of Perpetual, the Emperor at this time was in the human stage of adolescence, extremely immature, otherwise he wouldn't have done something like grabbing a broken gun and going to slay a dragon.

Having never experienced the harsh realities of society, the Emperor naively believed that the Warp was full of friendly Pokémon, and that finding Lightning was a fateful encounter, and that now it had come looking for its family.

"Ah! I understand."

"Damn it, what have you figured out?"

"I understand, Lightning. Let me help you soar high."

"Big Silly Huang, what are you doing?"

No sooner said than done, as Mordred and Angron gradually dissipated, transforming into a half- Ultimate Cat and a half -Corgi, energy vortexes filled with Golden Lightning began to appear behind them.

The Psychic Power primitive running through the void roared, grabbed Chagatai's two horse legs with his backhand, and spun around him three and a half times, using brute force to throw Chagatai into second cosmic velocity, directly towards the Luna.

As he watched the warhorse, which flew towards the Luna like lightning, fall towards Earth Neos's eyes filled with tears. Although they hadn't spent much time together, the lightning was a witness to his banishment of the dragon.

Without this good partner, he could never have accomplished this feat, but Neos was not a selfish person in order to reunite his partner with his family!

Goodbye, Lightning, you must be happy!

Whether he's happy or not, I don't know, but the Khan feels like he's about to die.

His two thighs were snapped off by the immense force generated instantly, his body was swept away by interstellar dust, his internal organs were squeezed into a ball, and even his brain was almost shaken out, directly triggering his passive mechanism - the ability to continue fighting while in a low-health state.

This mechanism was briefly mentioned in official history in the story of the Khan against the Poop Superman, and it was thanks to this ability that the Khan was not turned into mincemeat on the spot.

The problem is that Khan took flight, and Mordred and Angron couldn't catch him!

As we all know, the second cosmic velocity is 11.2 km per second. Note that this is per second, not per hour. At this speed, it is entirely possible to escape Earth's gravity and become an artificial planet orbiting the sun.

If the temperature is 15 degrees Celsius under standard sea-level conditions, the speed of sound is 340 meters per second, which translates to Mach 32.9. This is faster than the terminal velocity of a typical ballistic missile.

Taking into account the mass of Chagatai at this point, and using high school physics knowledge, we can calculate how much kinetic energy Chagatai carries today.

How are they supposed to handle this? Mordred and Angron are now one half- Corgi and the other half- Ultimate Cat, how are they supposed to cope?!

Now that things have come to this, what else can we do? Run, of course!

Although you won't die, a sudden death in the projection will inflict the same pain on the original body, even more so than if your kidneys were emptied. Only a fool would stand there motionless.

But as they ran, Angron, riding on Mordred, suddenly spoke up, "Second Brother, something's not right. Why is Chagatai making a turn?"

"What?!"

Angron's discovery startled Mordred so much that he broke into a daze. Turning his head, he saw that it was indeed true; the meteor enveloped in golden Psychic Power streaked across the sky, relentlessly chasing after them.

At this point, Mordred was so angry he laughed. In the last moment before the projection shattered, he pulled out his treasured Old Terra handmade cigarettes, which Chang'e had rolled for him on her lap.

Regardless of whether it's possible to ignite on the Luna surface, as two plumes of smoke rose, the two brothers sat on the crater gazing at Terra and even recited a couple of lines of poetry.

"I raise my head to gaze at Terra, then lower it to think of my homeland. How much sorrow can one bear? It's like—BOOM!!!"

In an instant, Mordred and Angron were smashed to pieces, not even getting a bite of the dog or cat biscuits, turning directly into dust. The Khan, who had been rushing towards them, was already unconscious, and crashed into the golden vortex along with a pile of fragments that had been blasted into dust.

In the gap between the Physical World and the Warp, in a dream bubble that belongs neither to the Physical World nor to the Sea of Souls, a tall horse is being pulled by golden lightning, surrounded by a pile of flesh and blood fragments.

The relentless, excruciating pain of being shattered to pieces manifested within their bodies, causing Mordred and Angron, who were sprawled on the sofa 40,000 years later, to tremble violently, foam at the mouth, and emit sharp screams as if they were having an epileptic seizure.

The projection was changing rapidly, from a pile of mangled dog and cat meat to two equally mangled giants, while Chagatai also transformed into human form, repeatedly changing without any stable shape.

However, the Khan who entered in his physical body Khan even worse. Even Mordred couldn't withstand this spatial turbulence and could only sneak in using projection lines. The Khan was immediately torn apart by the turbulence, turning into a squirrel-shaped fish, screaming in pain.

"Bear with it, just hang in there a little longer and we'll be back," said the half-eaten dog muzzle stuck to Khan's shoulder.

"How much longer?"

"How should I know? I haven't experienced it!"

Meanwhile, as the three fragments were drawn into the future, a figure that had also been imprisoned by the destroyed black rock for a long time in the dimensional rift also noticed the golden meteor.

This figure was none other than Orikan Astrologer, the number one charlatan of the Necron.

Astrologers are indeed unlucky; during Mordred and Horus's first dream journey, he discovered that someone was wantonly disrupting the Timeline.

Like all paranoid Necron, Orikan also suffers from mental illness. Whenever he makes a prophecy, he physically intervenes to prove that his prophecy is correct, the kind of person who draws the target before shooting the arrow.

It's like an astrologer predicting you'll die in the next second, then using the magical technology of Necron to interfere with the Timeline, travel to the future one second from now, kill you with a stick, and then come back to say you'll die in the next second.

So when he saw the Timeline jumping wildly, Orikan, who considered himself a special police officer and judge, naturally wouldn't tolerate it. He immediately followed and was determined to teach these reckless guys a lesson.

Then he witnessed what it meant for a Psychic Power behemoth to beat up Cosmic Star God, and was even imprisoned here by the Dark King Void Lock.

It may seem like only three years have passed, but for astrologers it feels like a full 10,000 years. They also have to endure the whispers of the Dark King every day, which is a bit too much even for a physical man like Necron.

So when he saw the golden meteor streak across the sky, Orikan, whose body had already grown flesh, immediately fell into corruption and crashed into the mouth of the dream bubble. The dream bubble was already small, and with the Khan on board, it was already severely overloaded. Now, with the addition of the Astrologer, it veered off course.

At the last moment before the projection shattered, Mordred grabbed the still-alive Angron and slammed him into the Khan, pulling him out of the dimensional rift and into a Webway fissure leading to an unknown destination.

"Brother, wait for me! I'll find you!"

Perhaps it was fate that he was destined to die. After falling into the rift in the Webway, Chagatai did indeed return to the future. With a loud bang, the Khan was already somewhat dead, finally fell to the ground.

The severely wounded Khan collapsed and could not rise again. He was more like a lump of minced meat than a human, only kept alive by the powerful vitality of the Primarch.

Despite his miserable state, the Khan managed to laugh out loud, "Hahaha, the path to salvation lies within this! I, Chagatai, have finally returned!"

As the mist dissipated, the Khan's expression instantly changed, for several figures had surrounded him. A slender figure with fiery red hair, dressed in a tight leather outfit, stepped on his face and rubbed it repeatedly. "Welcome to Commorragh! Look what I've found, a wild Primarch. Thanks to nature's bounty."

"No! What are you doing, you Xenos? Get your filthy feet off my face, or I'm going to blast you away!"

Looking at the Primarch, who was barely clinging to life yet still spouting wild words, Lilith Megatron (no kidding, that's her real name) was not angry at all. Instead, she straddled Khan and Khan his face like a housewife going to the market to buy pork in the morning.

"What are you doing? What do you think I can do? Can't you tell I'm a human trafficker? Of course, I'm a member of the private room in the arena. But then again, humans can be so beautiful."

If you can serve me well, I wouldn't mind keeping you. Look at all that strong muscle in you! It really pleases me."

The Khan was not unable to understand Aeldari; quite the opposite, as one of the most annoying Xenos forces during the Great Crusade, almost all Primarchs understood Aeldari.

It was precisely because he understood that the Khan was instantly enraged, but before he could utter a few harsh words, a slave collar made by the Kabalite in imitation of the Butcher's Nail, specifically used to control high-value slaves, was placed around his neck.

The Kabalite's technology is renowned throughout the galaxy. When the Emperor created Primarchs, he chose to study in Commorragh. They can be said to be at the pinnacle of flesh and blood technology among the galactic races. Some of the old monsters even fought in the War in Heaven, and even Mordred wouldn't dare to claim to be number one.

As the collar closed, countless fine Wraithbone threads burrowed into Chagatai's body, clinging to every inch of blood vessels, tendons, and nerve networks.

At this moment, Chagatai was seriously injured and collapsed to the ground. His powerful self-regenerative ability was running wildly, directly causing the Wraithbone threads to grow together with his flesh and blood. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it Angron 2.

"How does it feel? Doesn't it give you a tingling sensation? If you don't believe me, we can try it. Now, I command you to kiss my toes."

Chagatai would never agree to such an insult, yet his body moved involuntarily, and he even felt a strange pleasure rising within him.

"No, no! Second Brother, save me!"

Meanwhile, just as the Khan was being richly rewarded, Angron and Mordred finally awoke and opened their eyes.

Looking at the heads surrounding them, the two didn't immediately check where the Khan was, but rather looked to see if their own bodies were intact.

"Damn, that hurts so much! I never want to experience that feeling again."

"Exactly, I thought I was going to die, meow."

Dream walking is not so easy; the consciousness of ordinary people simply cannot withstand it, and even the Primarch will experience a series of symptoms such as cognitive impairment.

But it was all worth it. Originally, I was just trying to get Russ back, but I ended up getting Chagatai back as well. I don't know where that kid went, but as long as he's back, it's a victory.

Mordred believed that with the Khan's strength, he might return on his own someday.

"You lot, don't just stand around, hurry up and dig Russ out, he's right here—"

"No need to say more, I've already sent people to dig, and I've also announced in advance that another Primarch has returned to the Empire."

Seeing that everyone knew Russ's whereabouts, Angron was quite puzzled and jumped onto Mortarion's head, asking, "How did you know?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

No one spoke, no one wanted to provoke this. The Adeptus Custodes wouldn't speak carelessly, the Space Wolves, who had been tricked by Guilliman into being publicly executed, couldn't bear the shame, and the Emperor, that scoundrel, was always eager to see a good show. In the end, it was Mortarion who claimed that he had calculated it using Numerology.

"Oh, that makes sense then. Little Mo, you did a great job! I didn't expect you to be able to create a media advantage. Your brain has become sharper after dying once."

"Oh, yes! I did all of this."

One dared to speak, and the other dared to believe, and both were well-reasoned and supported by evidence. Soon, Russ was excavated from the Luna palace and transported to the Golden Throne.

As the Stasis Field thawed, Russ instantly transformed from a Big Yellow Dog into a towering man standing three and a half meters tall. Upon opening his eyes, he saw a crowd surrounding him.

"Father, Second Brother, Mortarion, Angron, Bjorn, and that Guilliman, I... I'm so hungry!"

As expected of the Empire's number one good-for-nothing, it's good that he knows he's hungry; at least it proves that his 40,000-year slumber didn't ruin his brain. As for the little secret that Russ was ruthlessly exploited by the Void Dragon Wolf, no one knows.

Upon hearing this, Mordred immediately summoned his Dog's Leg Rambo and told him to bring over all the cooking utensils he had left on the Abomination. "I want to cook for my good brother myself and give him a welcome meal," he said.

Fried chicken, fries, and yellow rice; Terra- style Serenity beef noodles; stir-fried fish noodles with chives; millet jelly with steamed buns; fried rice with shredded pancakes—one after another, large and filling dishes were placed on the table. Mordred even thoughtfully brought out a few bottles of Fenrisian Wolf Liquor.

"Since things have come to this, let's eat first!"

While the core members of the empire were gorging on carbohydrates before the vegetable stew, news of Roboute Guilliman's return to the empire spread like wildfire and, with various embellishments and exaggerated accounts, reached the Eye of Terror.

Thirty years have passed since Guilliman awoke, and the Primarch's era has not ended; on the contrary, it has yielded abundant results.

One Guilliman is no threat, Mordred is too busy to handle everything, and the Lion King can't control us anyway. Sisyphus? Never heard of him. Luojia is nothing special. Mortarion's betrayal of his Nurgle is a joke. But what's with the return of Russ?

Looking at the latest news, Perturabo was quite annoyed. On the one hand, she felt that Tzeentch was incredibly stupid for letting things go unchecked, and on the other hand, she felt that the Empire's failure to come and greet her first was a sign of disrespect.

I'm already in Chaos Undivided, so why should Father go looking for those useless brothers first instead of me? Am I any worse than them?

Tzeentch is a piece of trash, the Emperor is a bastard, every single one of these brothers is garbage, even these Daemons.

Growing increasingly enraged, Perturabo kicked Carlos to the ground, slammed the door shut, and stormed out. Turning left and right, she bypassed numerous security measures before finally reaching the depths of the Iron Blood. Only here could she vent her fury.

Looking at the pale, humanoid figure floating in the culture tank, which she was using as a Gene-Seed production device, Perturabo muttered, "Dorn, are you laughing at me too?"