Atlas's Little Secret

The importance of the Primarch is self-evident, but sometimes, the existence of the Primarch is not so obvious. The first to be discovered were Guilliman and Caldor, two unfortunate men who were lost in the Abomination's warehouse for a whole year.

Since the Abomination is a 26-kilometer-long Gloriana-class Battleship, that might not sound like much. But what if you imagined it as three Himalayas stacked together?

This is just the length. A warship can never be a stick. Under the imperial people's concept that "bigger is better and more is better", the Abomination is 8 kilometers high and 9 kilometers wide. It can be said to be a Steel Metropolis floating in the void.

Even so, Atlas was still not satisfied with the per capita hamster disease, so Mordred built a large number of dimensional pockets for this purpose. The internal space was much larger than imagined, especially the storage area, which could be described as a combination of a giant maze and a dungeon.

Without Icarus's guidance, he might have remained lost for the rest of his life.

Over thousands of years of evolution, the storage area has even developed a unique ecosystem, where many crew members' families have settled and multiplied. Guilliman and his companion got lost on the Lower Levels deck and spent a whole year fishing and loafing around.

Even when Goff found him, the guy had become the village chief of the local village, screwing in bolts to the ship's core, enjoying a taste of early retirement. As for Mordred, he was lost much further away.

As Ultimate Being, Mordred could have survived in outer space, but by the time he grew a brain and broke out of his rocky shell, he had already been blasted into the depths of the void.

If there were a small asteroid nearby, Mordred could return on her own using the Star God Power, but the problem is there isn't one, so she can only fly back little by little.

This is where Mordred's weaknesses become apparent. While he does have high stats and Forestwalk similar to the Lion King, Zhuang Sen can move across star systems, and Mordred's Prairie Walker is more like teleportation. One is more business-oriented, while the other is more athletic, and Mordred can only teleport for a short time.

He possesses all the characteristics of the Primarch, but he doesn't excel at them. The strategic weapon's Forestwalk has become a teleportation ability, and Mind Intuition has become an atmosphere generator—basically, all of them are knock-off skills.

The Star God Power is also a trap. Even a Star God Fragment can feed on stars and create things out of thin air by distorting the laws of physics, but Mordred, this knock-off, can't do that.

Mordred attributes this difference to not eating enough; he can only warp matter now, which he can't do without a material basis, but he Warp Demonic Energy.

Throughout the year, Mordred, floating in the desolate void, slowly accelerated as she absorbed the Warp Demonic Energy stirred up by the war, and pondered the path she should take in the future.

We don't need to worry about the numerical aspects; that's just how the Physical World is. No matter how powerful it is, it still needs to adhere to fundamental laws. However, it lacks a lot in terms of mechanisms.

The path of embracing the Warp has been proven to be fraught with pitfalls, easily distorted by external forces. However, Mordred is rather greedy; he doesn't want to fully embrace the C'tan and give up the convenience of the Warp.

After much thought, Mordred suddenly remembered Chagatai for some reason. Although they both came from the barbaric world, the Khan was quite restrained in his use of power, unlike Mordred who acted recklessly.

Warp artifacts are indeed useful. Humanity has completely embarked on the path of Psychic Power race, Mordred cannot ignore this fact. After all, even he, this hybrid, has Warp Projection.

In contrast, if the Cosmic Star God were in their complete form, the three giants of the C'tan would be comparable to the Four Merchants, and even surpass them in terms of numerical values, and they would also belong to the Physical World.

That the Outsider ate himself into a stupor is still drifting on the edge of the Milky Way. The dimensional barrier there is as hard as an iron plate; even if the Four Merchants broke their heads, they couldn't get through. And even if they did manage to get through, they wouldn't know who beat whom.

But as Mordred pondered this, a question suddenly occurred to her: why did she have to choose between the two?

Mordred is like this; he always finds himself in a state of inner conflict without realizing it. Looking back, he realizes that he seems to have been alienated by this world, completely unaware that his greatest asset is that unwavering remnant of a higher dimension.

Instead of agonizing over which path to take, why not have both? Integration is the noblest way. I've been so busy all these years that I haven't been able to enjoy myself as much as I used to.

"If you keep getting bullied here and humiliated there, will you still be yourself?"

Hearing the voice that automatically played in his mind, Mordred thought to himself, "That's right. This empire isn't mine. It was built by those two star-crossed lovers, Yellow Skins and Malcador. Why should I be the one to suffer so much?"

"Yeah, Chaos is shit, and so is the Empire. If you keep arguing about it, you'll become like that sissy, Fulgrim."

"That makes sense. Ever since I became the Primarch, I've suffered all the hardships of my life. Now it's time for me to enjoy the good life. You're right, that's me for you."

When Goff finally found his Good Father again, this was the scene he saw: Mordred seemed like a completely different person.

It was just like the natives who, ten thousand years ago, saw through the cannon's scope, and the Dog-men who boarded the Pink Castle in their airship.

Goff couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he had a feeling that his father seemed a little different, with a kind of unrestrained wildness.

Before Goff could figure it out, Mordred, in front of Zhuang Sen, Luojia, and Mortarion, kicked Guilliman with a flying kick, snatched the food from his hand, and threw the bowl and all into his own mouth.

"Eat, eat, all you know is eating. How can you still eat at your age? The Imperium Nihilus is still in deep trouble, and the responsibility of these Five Great Sectors rests on your shoulders. You still have the mind to eat? Get back to work!"

Guilliman, on the other hand, dared not speak out in anger. After all, being kicked was the least of his worries. He had already realized the extent of the trouble he had caused. Fortunately, Mordred was unaware that it was Guilliman who had destroyed his Orctavius.

As for Rambo, the third executor besides Caldor, he had already been bribed by him, since he had done the same thing.

Don't let Guilliman's honest appearance fool you; he's not exactly a saint. He's realized his brothers are treating him like dirt.

The principle that "it's not scarcity that's the problem, but equality" applies everywhere. Guilliman, if he wanted an easy job, had to be lazy and delegate that part of the work to others.

The empire's territory is now only half its current size. The situation in the T'au Star Sector and Storm Sector is still unclear, but its military and productivity have reached the level of the Great Crusade.

Guilliman knew very well that handling these political affairs would not be difficult for him, but as his territory expanded, his burden would become heavier and heavier, eventually crushing him completely.

This was already confirmed back then. For 2000 years after the Great Heresy, he carried the entire burden of the empire on his shoulders, which almost drove him insane. In the end, he made a foolish decision and had his throat slit by Ferrus.

Therefore, you must make demands when necessary, and never be polite. If you are polite, these unfortunate brothers will not be so polite.

"Second Brother, I'm so tired. I feel like I can't take it anymore."

Upon hearing this, not only Mordred, who had a foul temper and was already planning to quit, but even Zhuang Sen, who was on numerous campaigns abroad, realized that there was a serious problem.

"Guilliman, my dear brother, fighting is easy, governing is hard, and everyone is waiting for your guidance."

"But I'm so tired. Every day is just monotonous and boring government work. I feel like I'm no longer a person, but a machine."

Whether it's a machine or not isn't important. Zhuang Sen has always believed that Guilliman is a strange, sentient machine. The important thing is, if Guilliman malfunctions, who will fill the hole?

The answer is yes!

Seeing everyone rushing forward to offer their concern, Guilliman immediately made his request. "Hey, Second Brother, do you have anything that can help relieve my stress? Like something that can help me with tasks, something with super strong computing power, something like the Cogitator?"

Of course, I'm not talking about the Cogitator, but the more advanced and powerful kind, like—"

"For example what?" Mordred already sensed something was amiss, but before he could think about it further, Guilliman revealed the little secret Atlas had kept to himself. "For example, Abominable Intelligence Icarus."

"Shut up! Atlas doesn't have Abominable Intelligence, the Khan, make him Confession!"