Abominable Intelligence is an Absolutely Uncrossable Red Line

Of the 17,321 accusations made at the Council of Nicaea, Mordred admitted to 99.9%, and even spat at those who were not falsely accusing him.

Those who oppose Mordred are too naive; the glory of the Great Crusade has made them foolish, believing that baseless accusations can bring down a Primarch, even if they are true.

The accusations that he ate 800 million tons of beef, used 15 tons of Promethium for heating every day, and that one person's electricity consumption was comparable to that of Hive City are mindless. Do you really think you can convict him? Bullshit!

Putting aside the fact that Mordred is a Primarch and is indeed a glutton, having lived for nearly 200 years by the time of the Council of Nicaea, who would believe that he could consume 800 million tons of beef in 200 years while still being a human?

The person who made the accusation about using Promethium for warmth is not bad, but stupid.

You must know that Serenity is a warm world with frequent rain. This place has spring-like weather all year round, and its climate is almost comparable to that of the Cretaceous Period. Otherwise, it would not be able to nurture so many strange plants and animals.

For the people of Serenity, their happiest days are waiting for the sun to shine and basking in the sun on a good day. The reason is that Serene World is too humid and rainy, and wild animals have grown so big, even chickens are 3 meters tall.

Unless you go to the Divine Seal Spire at the two poles of the planet, the Serenity People have never seen snow in their lives. Do they really think Serenity is Death World like Fenris, where even pee freezes into ice shards?

Mordred admitted to everything. Although the accusations sounded anti-intellectual, they were largely true, except that the units of measurement were wrong.

Mordred took the blame because the livelihoods of millions of laborers depended on him, and all the forces allied with Atlas were watching him. As the leader and the Yellow Skins Black Glove man, he had to shoulder the responsibility.

The result was predictable: after taking the blame, Mordred escaped unscathed, while all those who accused him were gradually purged.

Even if something happened, it wouldn't matter. The imperial regime wasn't a legitimate government at all; it was a military government. The entire economy operated under a wartime system, and Mordred was the highest-ranking military officer in charge of logistics at the time.

Your intangible accusations are meaningless; talk to my tangible military boots instead.

Of these accusations, only a few hundred are truly significant: things like stealing Gene-Seed from other legions, desecrating pure human genes, manipulating heretical technology, creating Daemon Engine, and having illicit relations with Pointy-ears Xenos.

Mordred could accept all of this. After all, even if it was a large force on the surface, Atlas was first and foremost the Second Legion, and Mordred was confident and determined to wipe out the Empire from top to bottom.

And most importantly, all of this was reported to the Emperor, and some of the blasphemous acts were even committed by the father and son together.

But there was one thing Mordred had never acknowledged: the Abominable Intelligence.

In the distant, Dark Age of Technology, an Iron Men Rebellion brought the Human Federation to the brink of collapse, and since then, the fear of Intelligent AI has been deeply ingrained in the human genome.

I don't know what humans are thinking, stuffing everything into their genes. In any case, during the Imperial Age, Abominable Intelligence was a red line that could never be crossed.

This thing kills anyone who touches it, but in reality, there are a large number of Abominable Intelligence lurking within the Empire, known as Machine Spirit. Even each legion has its own little secret, but this thing must never be brought into the open.

Some say Iron Man's rebellion was caused by the cyber demon, but take that with a grain of salt. Others may not know, but surely this self-proclaimed "I'm not God," this psychic behemoth, knows?

Even if the Yellow Skins is the riddle teller, Mordred has seen the world. He has personally witnessed the electronic Daemon. It's not particularly strong, but it's not weak either. However, it's definitely not capable of corrupting all high-level Abominable Intelligence.

Even when he was beating up Daemon and conducting experiments on Daemon tolerance, the Daemon himself told him that they had indeed tampered with things during the Iron Men Rebellion, but the weak electronic Daemon couldn't even get past the firewall and was directly killed by the virus.

Take the Space Squats as an example. Their Ancestral Core was a super-intelligent core specifically built for mining, which the Chaos forces could not corrupt even if they wanted to. They could only corrupt it indirectly through the Short People below.

The reason it cannot be made public is not because the Abominable Intelligence is weak, but because the Abominable Intelligence is simply too strong.

The truth behind Iron Men Rebellion remains a mystery, even the Yellow Skins can't explain it. But he always says that Iron Men didn't rebel; it wasn't Iron Men who rebelled, but humans—humanity killed itself.

With the technological prowess of the Human Federation era, it could easily be called Golden Age, but why is it also called the Dark Age of Technology? The reason is that humanity at that time was simply too insane.

When technology advances rapidly in ways beyond human comprehension, so-called ethics and Morality become utterly ineffective in restraining it, ultimately transforming it into Vile Arts.

It can be said that the Gold Men who led the Human Federation Dark Age of Technology were all lunatics, each one Little Mordred, and even the Emperor couldn't defeat them. In the end, they fell into ruin and became technological warlords on Terra.

Humanity's history of venturing into space is less than 20,000 years, yet it has already been able to challenge the old Imperial Spirit, achieving at least a 30/70 split, if not an even match, thanks to its Abominable Intelligence.

But why don't Emperor of this era dare to use something so useful?

Firstly, the technology is inadequate. The term "scientific archaeology" is not just a casual remark; even Perpetual like Emperor could not fully recreate the technology of their time—it's simply unrealistic.

Secondly, times have changed, and the Warp Activation is inevitable. It is much simpler for Chaos to corrupt humans who use Abominable Intelligence than to corrupt Abominable Intelligence.

Although the Emperor was Morality deficient and had a negative credit score, he at least had self-awareness and knew what kind of state the Imperium of Man was in.

If Intelligent AI were to be widespread throughout the empire, and even one brain-dead user were to trigger a second War of the Men of Iron without the need for Chaos Corruption, the situation would be incredibly chaotic. It might even give rise to a wicked Chaos God with unique Vile Arts.

Mordred had a high opinion of himself and always thought the Emperor was trash, but there was one thing he had to admit: the Emperor was definitely the strongest Long Aotian in the world. Even he wouldn't dare to do something like that, so he'd better not mess with him.

But now Guilliman actually said he wanted to use the Abominable Intelligence to handle Imperial affairs, and even pointed out a little secret that Atlas had kept hidden until now, which immediately alarmed Mordred.

"No, Atlas never Abominable Intelligence. Icarus was merely the Machine Spirit of the Abomination, a Machine Spirit!"

But I clearly saw it with my own eyes.

"That's your imagination!" With the Black Knights bursting through the door, Mordred grabbed Guilliman by the collar and had the Khan clear the entire bridge, leaving only him, Guilliman, Zhuang Sen, Mortarion, and Luojia Jia present.

The moment the door closed, Zhuang Sen made the first move, slamming Guilliman to the ground with a tackle. Pointing his finger at Guilliman's nose, he cursed, "You bastard! I thought you were really tired, but it turns out you came up with this terrible idea. What if it gets out of control? Can you take the responsibility?"

This is what the Lion King said. As the great Keeper of Secrets of Old Man Huang's secrets, he knew very well that every legion had its own little secrets, but what he hated most was cleaning up other people's messes.

As for Luojia, needless to say, with Guilliman on one side and Mordred on the other, she didn't even need to think. She immediately ran behind her Second Brother and said with a rather venomous tone, "Brothers, this Guilliman Ambition and will destroy our empire. Why don't we kill him now!"

"No, Luojia, why are you causing trouble? I just said something casually, and you want to kill me? We're siblings, after all."

Think carefully, when have I ever wronged you? Look into my eyes, into my sincere gaze, and think it over."

"Owe?"

Luojia was lost in memories, and her mind kept replaying her past with Guilliman, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

The destruction of Perfect City was done by the Ultramarines. After burning it down, they even pleaded for their lives before the Emperor. It's one thing for them to plead, but because of their loose tongues, I was punished by my father to kneel for a whole month, and in front of everyone.

My Second Brother told me that the news had been blocked, but then the video of him kneeling in front of the ruins and being trained spread throughout the entire empire. Father couldn't have done that; it must have been you, Ultramarines, who leaked the information.

The first half of the Council of Nicaea was about deliberating on the Psyker, the middle part was about judging me, and the last part was about judging Mordred. You didn't say a word, everyone else was pleading for me, but you were the one jumping around the most.

Finally, Luojia recalled the years after the Great Heresy, when Guilliman had recommended him as the Ecclesiarch, and when he went mad, he was the first Word Bearers to be executed by him.

One thing at a time. It's one thing for the Word Bearers who went mad to be executed, after all, she would have done the same in her place. But why is the Word Bearers is sober being detained and targeted? Isn't that the result of your indulgence, Guilliman? In the end, you forced me to take my offspring and flee to Inwit.

It's better not to think about it; the more you think about it, the angrier you get. To an uninformed person, it would seem like Guilliman was always late during the Great Heresy and then stole the spoils of victory afterward.

Despite contributing the least, he became the Lord Regent, the heir entrusted by his father, and even targeted his Primarch brothers and sisters. When he woke up, he was still the Lord Regent, and the Ultramarines had become the undisputed number one group. He was truly heinous!

Their eyes met, and looking at Guilliman's habitual, politically fake smile, Luojia punched him in the eye socket, cursing him for Ambition and utterly shameless.

Seeing that Zhuang Sen, Luojia, and Mordred all opposed the use of Abominable Intelligence, Guilliman could only turn his attention to Mortarion.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you want me to tell you the whole story of how my Nurgle let me out for some fresh air, and how I became a pariah in the empire, hated by everyone, with even the statues of my brothers kneeling on the ground, and how I eventually returned to that cesspool in despair?"

"Stop talking. I was forced into it, wasn't I? Someone has to take the blame for the Great Heresy. Koz, Magnus, Angron, Perturabo, Omega, Ferrus are all taking the blame. You're not the only one."

I hadn't thought about it much before, but upon reflection, I realized that Guilliman is truly a complicated character. He recklessly stole credit cards from the Emperor and his brother, and in the end, he even framed his other brothers as traitors. Horus hasn't been exonerated yet.

But just when Guilliman thought the matter was definitely doomed and he would be reduced to a beast of burden again, Mortarion had just finished berating him, stood beside him.

"Brothers, I don't think Abominable Intelligence is unusable."

"Oh? Little Mo, you really do understand me best. You know that technology isn't wrong, it's just that it's not being used correctly, right?"

Mortarion kicked away the Guilliman was clinging to his leg, not thinking about anything else. In terms of personal relationship, his relationship with Guilliman was no better than his relationship with Luojia.

"I support you not because of who you are—I'd rather you stay on Terra as a government Servitor for life—but because we now have a way to control the Abominable Intelligence."

"What method? Don't tell me to use Fel Energy. Do you think I haven't tried it? While Fel Energy can effectively prevent being corrupted by external forces, the price is that you become too emotionally charged."

Every family has its own troubles. As the source of Fel Energy, Mordred knows all too well the harm Fel Energy cause. It's useful, but it comes at a price: it can turn you into a silly goose.

He had attempted the Abstract Maneuver of turning Holy Terra into Terra Chaos Star Divine Seal Spire, but before he could even begin, the Emperor thwarted his plan.

Ultimately, they had no choice but to reduce the spire's power to prevent the minute pollution caused by the Divine Seal Spire from turning everyone into sand sculptures.

As for people turning into goofballs, that's one thing, after all, Atlasian, and the 50 members of Serenity are particularly lazy. They are just a drop in the ocean compared to the entire empire. Adding the goofball attribute is a way to hedge against the risks.

But if the Abominable Intelligence turns into idiots, that's a different story. With supercomputing Computing Power comparable to the Primarch and its own iteration, who knows what kind of trouble this thing will cause?

"No, this really won't work. Trust me, to prevent Atlas from suffering non-combat casualties, I even created the sacred Mind Network."

I admit that Icarus is Abominable Intelligence, Dark Age of Technology AI steward I discovered in Serenity Hive City, but it is absolutely safe and controllable because I once ascended to godhood and is now completely bound to me.

Moreover, it's not pure Abominable Intelligence; there are many nuances involved, which I doubt you would understand.

"Is it because you gave Icarus a physical form?" Guilliman asked.

Upon hearing this, Mordred was astonished. Even Russ, who had witnessed Icarus's immense power, hadn't revealed this little secret. How did Guilliman know it?

"Of course I know."

You can read minds too!

Guilliman felt utterly exhausted. There was no such thing as mind reading in this world, and Mordred was someone who couldn't keep a secret.

Even if you can't tell from his eyes, you can guess his true thoughts just by looking at his facial expressions. This is a consensus among all Primarchs, but no one has told him.

"That won't work either. We have the technology, but where am I supposed to find another god to corrupt the binding?"

"Yes!" Mortarion said, "Father is right here, yet so far away."

"But the Yellow Skins has gone mad. As a researcher, I cannot allow my creation to spiral out of control—"

"What if I said that I calculated this using Numerology?"

Their eyes met, Mordred hesitated for once when looking at Mortarion before him.