What Khan? Irrelevant!

It's hard to be human, it's hard to be a Primitive, and it's even harder to be a Primitive with a normal brain circuit!

It's common knowledge that missiles from Iranian 401st Brigade can blow a commander's underwear to the sky, but it's not said they can blow the Dark Eldar's lingerie underwear to Holy Terra.

"Second Brother, I understand, meow!"

"What did you figure out, Angron? And could you please stop adding 'meow' to every sentence? Does it make you seem cute?"

Angron's cat-like face, with its already comical black and white color scheme, combined with its somewhat human-like facial expression when it stands upright, always gives Mordred the impression that it's quite good at cooking.

"Second Brother, you're confused! Have you forgotten about the time Liu Bei received a message from that young emperor? In the late Eastern Han, the belt used to tie one's clothes was an extremely private undergarment, much like these underpants. This was the secret edict Kiya the belt!"

Mordred was stunned. He felt something was off, but upon closer inspection, it made sense. But Guilliman soon made a new discovery.

Guilliman skillfully tore open the already thin fabric, explaining as he did so, "You don't understand. According to the Aeldari's textile technology, their fabrics are all three-layered. This is due to the Aeldari's physical constitution. They have a high body density and excellent flexibility, just like cats, allowing them to perform special movements that are difficult for humans to do."

Therefore, their fabrics take into account the characteristics of being close-fitting and breathable in order to achieve a close-fitting effect. In addition, they are extremely elastic for the sake of comfort. And you can see that the stitching is obviously different from the rest of the parts.

Given the Khan's character, he would never utter such useless nonsense, so the real secret message must be here.

With Guilliman's explanation, a piece of highly elastic and breathable silk fabric located in the middle of the underwear was pulled out and laid flat on the table.

Then Guilliman looked up and saw Mordred, Angron, and Jubal Khan, who had delivered the message, staring at him with strange looks.

Of course, Mordred and Angron looked openly, while Jubal Khan kept his head down, not daring to look up, and even seemed to be trembling a little.

"What's wrong? What kind of looks are you giving me? Zhu Ba, why are you shaking?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I really don't understand why you're so familiar with Guilliman. I didn't even know these little facts."

"Yeah, meow, Guilliman, how did you know? I've known for a while that something was off with you. You really do have a thing with that Eldar Girl; you're having an affair with Xenos."

"Your Lord Regent, I didn't hear anything."

Although the three gave slightly different answers, they all implied, overtly or covertly, that Guilliman and Ephraime were having an affair. Guilliman refused to accept this accusation and quickly explained, "It's not as sordid as you think. Mordred, didn't you say you wanted to assimilate the Aeldari? That's why I collected a lot of Aeldari information for future use. And Angron, what are you doing causing trouble?"

"Ha~"

Hajilong instantly switched to his battle form, didn't believe it. He insisted that Guilliman had ill intentions and, under Jubal Khan's terrified gaze, revealed the little secret that Guilliman always took him to Hotel Transylvania.

"You traitor! You were the happiest when we went out. I even bought you premium cat food. And what's wrong with me going? I was just relaxing. Every one of us brothers has been there, even Emperor Catwalk. Father even studied in Commorragh. He definitely had more fun than us. Who knew he would—"

"Smack!"

Before Guilliman could finish speaking, he was slapped to the ground by a golden Psychic Power hand that suddenly appeared. Clearly, such indiscriminate biting was not a good idea.

Getting back to the main point, looking at this ordinary piece of silk fabric, the three people and the cat couldn't help but fall into deep thought. If the Khan really had a message to deliver, he certainly couldn't write it openly; he must have used some kind of covert method.

Judging from the preceding passage, the Khan's current situation is probably not good. He must have been tortured terribly, perhaps subjected to all sorts of cruel punishments, and even denied food. He was forced to write all of this.

They usually betray their brothers however they please, but when their brothers are in trouble, the Primarch is quite united. The thought that the Khan is starving and suffering humiliation, possibly being dissected alive while they are enjoying their meals, prompts the three brothers to lament and resort to torture, including the tiger bench and chili oil.

"The Khan's situation is certainly dire right now. His means of concealment are rather rudimentary, and since the Aeldari are Psychic Power, he cannot use Psychic Power either, so—"

Could it be that...?

"That's right! It's the invisible ink that every male human carries with him."

"That was terrifying, meow! Luckily I didn't touch it."

Seeing that the three Primarchs were acting as if facing a formidable enemy, a bewildered Jubal Khan hurriedly asked, "Your Highnesses, what are you talking about? What is the meaning of this letter?"

"It's nothing." Mordred, his eyes gleaming strangely as he adjusted the ultraviolet mode among various options—projector, searchlight, Fel Energy perspective, thermal infrared, and more—explained, "These are all your brothers and sisters!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mordred's eyes lit up with a bright purple light, and the original writing on the silk fabric was revealed, along with some simple line drawings.

[Omitted] Second Brother, Sixth Brother, Twelfth Brother, how are you all doing? I'm not in any immediate danger, and I'm doing alright. I'm eating so much meat and fish every day that I feel bloated. But these Pointy-ears in here are getting tougher and tougher, and I can't take it anymore. I don't even want to race anymore.

But don't worry, I will live on, I will never give in, I will never compromise!

Below are the coordinates of Commorragh that I have explored, a relatively safe Webway entrance. The creatures here include not only those with Pointy-ears, but also all sorts of Xenos creatures, and even a large number of humans.

Unless you are absolutely certain, never act rashly. You can be slow, but you must be quick! I'm really at my breaking point.

Finally, please give my regards to my father; my legions will be under your command for the time being, but whatever you do, don't let that Ambition Guilliman get his hands on them.

Help me!

Below was an incredibly long string of numbers, clearly the coordinates of the Webway Gate that Khan had already explored. Guilliman, his face slightly darkened, immediately copied it down.

After the copying was finished, the room fell silent. No one spoke first. Guilliman was angry, Angron and Mordred were a little envious, and Jubal Khan was completely blank-minded.

But Zhu Ba soon realized that while it was uncertain whether the Lord Regent had been having an affair with the Xenos, his own Old Man had definitely been, and the evidence was irrefutable.

"Your Lord Regent, Father must have been forced! Great Commander, please say something! We White Scars have been allies with Atlas for generations; you cannot stand idly by!"

"Well, how should I put it? I can't really explain it either." Mordred, quick-witted as ever, immediately pulled the bewildered Chapter Master close. "Zhu Chongba, no, Little Ba, actually, this was all part of my plan."

"Ah? You're the one who instructed my father to seduce the Xenos?"

Mordred shook his head. After the incident with the Lizardmen, he had become more responsible. Since the Khan called him "Second Brother," he had to protect his brother's honor. "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

However, while I am responsible, I cannot bear all the blame. So, I apologize to Old Man Huang: "That's right, it was all my doing! This is a plan known only to a very few people, and its level of secrecy is comparable to the Webway Project during the Great Crusade."

"Stop asking questions. Knowing too much won't do you any good. I did it all, and it could only have been me. Don't overthink it. The mastermind is definitely not that person."

Jubal Khan remained silent. Those who could rise to the Chapter Master were not necessarily good fighters, but they were definitely shrewd and capable. Looking at the Great Commander had taken all the responsibility upon himself, Zhu Ba couldn't help but recall the Council of Nicaea that Elder Narisong.

In that meeting, ostensibly for the oversight of Psychic Power but in reality a trial of Mordred's various heretical acts, the Great Commander took all the blame upon himself.

There were even accusations that Mordred consumed 200 million tons of beef, spent 30,000 Throne Gelt daily, used 150,000 tons of Promethium Fuel for barbecues monthly, and embezzled 80% of the various resources from the Great Crusade, resulting in his direct stripping from his Warmaster Position.

This is completely impractical, and the only explanation is the Webway Project. The various blasphemous acts committed by the Second Highness are actually the Emperor's Black Glove.

According to Elder Narisong, although the Second Highness admitted his guilt and confessed that he had embezzled all the expeditionary supplies, White Scars was extremely wealthy during the Great Crusade, unlike the dire situation he faced later. The current tactical infiltration was entirely out of necessity, as they were under heavy firepower at the time.

Even while fighting bloody battles on the front lines, they can still enjoy milk tea from their hometown, without having to worry about the opinions of the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Astropathic Court, or even the Council of Terra.

This is not unique to White Scars; it is true for all legions.

Less than two weeks after the meeting, all the Primarchs brought two crates of milk to Serenity, including the Emperor and the Arch-Magos. The milk was produced by Chagoris himself.

Afterwards, the Second Highness was completely unharmed. Although the new Warmaster Horus sometimes disagreed with the Second Highness political matters, they were very close in private, practically inseparable.

On the contrary, those forces that attacked Atlas were collectively suppressed by all legions and subjected to a bloody purge for two whole years.

This moment felt just like that moment before, as if history were repeating itself. Thinking of this, Jubal Khan seemed to be deep in thought. He might already know who that person was, but he absolutely could not reveal the name, after all, His Majesty had already sacrificed too much for the empire.

"Great Commander, I understand!"

"Good that you understand. Don't publicize this too much. It should only circulate among the legion's upper echelons. Those who understand, understand; those who don't, don't need to understand."

"Shouldn't we go and rescue the Khan?" Jubal Khan asked.

Upon hearing this, the White Scars Chapter Master noticed that the three Primarchs were staring at him with rather incredulous expressions.

"Are you kidding me? There are only 20 Primarch, where are the Khan?"