Abominable Intelligence is Too Easy to Use

Mortarion is truly divine; calling him a demigod would be an understatement—he's an immortal!

When Mortarion first returned to the Empire and took over the Legion, he used his rather barbaric and witchcraft-like Numerology to open Mordred's eyes wide.

Then, by sheer numbers, they "calculated" the Golden Throne and the corresponding Webway Project, and gradually deduced that the fundamental purpose of the Emperor's Great Crusade was not conquest, but the Webway.

This is only the Mortarion of 10,000 years ago, and the Mortarion of 10,000 years later will only be more divine. After all, Numerology is the underlying logic of the world, and the more people believe in it, the more real it becomes.

In the past, only a very few people were willing to believe it, but now it's not just a few; even Nurgle, one of the Four Merchants, firmly believes in it.

To be honest, the Orks' My Thinking Power is too reliant on skillful gameplay; Numerology is the true source of their My Thinking Power.

Others suggested using Abominable Intelligence, Mordred slapped him across the face. Then, Lion King circled around and unleashed the Lion's Head-Flying Fist. Luojia chanted sutras to help the corpse pass on, and Soul Searching and Soul Stealing gave it another beating.

But Mortarion's words couldn't be ignored. Even though Mordred still found them somewhat unreliable, he was more inclined to believe in Mortarion's sorcery—no, his expertise in Numerology.

"Is that really true, Little Mo? Are you sure the Yellow Skins can regain its humanity?"

"I'm sure! Father has definitely regained his humanity. I saw it with my own eyes, I saw it, you know what I mean?"

Mortarion is also very tired. Ever since his resurrection, perhaps because he has seen his father's true colors, the Old Man Huang, who has been suppressing his feelings for thousands of years, has been harassing him with phone calls every day.

Mortarion is a man of few words. He hates oppressors and Tyrant the most. Little Mo is quite pure, or rather, simple. His greatest wish is to retire and become a farmer and grow Corn. He simply cannot stand this chatterbox.

Mortarion dared not tell the truth. If he directly said that his father was faking madness, others might not know, but his fate would certainly not be good.

But these Yellow Skins were really too much of a nuisance, and Mortarion could no longer tolerate it. He had to take this opportunity to tell the truth.

Even though Mortarion claimed to have seen it, essentially laying his cards on the table, his charlatan image was so deeply ingrained that everyone ignored what he said.

"Since the Yellow Skins can return to normal, then on the other hand, I can indeed have Icarus split off a child to assist Guilliman in handling imperial affairs."

"I knew it! It's such a waste to leave something as useful as Abominable Intelligence unused. Hand over this treasure, Second Brother!"

"Oh, well, since Guilliman has one, I want the Second Son too."

"Me too!"

They're usually reluctant to use their brains, but when it comes to distributing things, they're all so eager. Looking at Zhuang Sen and Luojia, who instantly switched sides to join in the fun, Mordred felt that you can't talk to a summer insect about ice.

"It's not that simple. Do you think I'm some blue raccoon? Icarus's birth was purely coincidental. Before, it was an Intelligent AI butler. It only mutated into its current form after I ascended to godhood."

There's no point in saying more; I doubt you'd understand anyway. Just come with me and take a look.

Having said that, Mordred didn't hide anything and led his good brother to the Hive's First Research Laboratory on the Abomination. As they walked, he explained, "We're all family, so I won't lie to you. Atlas did indeed conduct research on the Abominable Intelligence, but like the Warp Entity Divine Weapon Plan, the Caliban Ouroboros Exploration Plan, the Fenris Star Soul Restoration and Breeding Experiment, the Chaos God Word Project, and the Baal Artificial Vampire Modification Plan, they all ended in failure or were discontinued."

"What? You have secret experiments in Caliban? How come I didn't know?"

The Lion King's question is meaningless. You have to understand that Atlas's aid wasn't given for nothing. Mordred even has an enclave in the Warp called Mardon, the Chaos Star, so it's perfectly normal for them to conduct some Blasphemous Experiment.

It could even be said that during the thriving era of the Great Crusade, when everything flourished, Atlas's experimental facilities were scattered throughout the Empire, and a number of researchers operating in secret were no less than the number of legions' armed forces.

These were all the work of Kragg, the Arch-Magos raised by Atlas, who himself had a considerable reputation. Most of his experiments violated the Imperial Truth, making him a master of reversing the Imperial Truth.

Not to mention Mordred even planted Cyclone Torpedo in Dorn's hidden home base, so he has a lot to say about being unscrupulous. With a good brother like him, the Primarchs are really living the good life.

"The Ouroboros Plan isn't important. If it had succeeded, I wouldn't have let the Khan enjoy himself with Commorragh and let that kid get away with it."

"Getting back to the main point, although I only ascended to godhood for five seconds before committing suicide to atone for my sins, and had to start a new account after winning the revival match, I still gained a lot of benefits."

The biggest takeaway was that I realized Chaos God are not omnipotent; they also have their limitations.

In other words, once an individual is corrupted by Chaos God, that individual becomes resistant to the corrupting power of other Chaos God. In other words, in a way you can understand.

That means if someone is Daemon for a day, they will be Daemon for a lifetime. If a Great Unclean One wants to join the Tzeentch birdman, he will be disliked from birth and will be incompatible with him to become the birdman's Dog's Leg.

To corrupt a Great Unclean One into becoming Lord of Change is utterly impossible, far more impossible than having Ogryn count to 101.

It was even harder. Just getting all five Ogryn together to count to 100 was enough to kill me.

"Ah, I understand!" Luojia said, "A Chaos God is like a faith. If a believer tries to improve another faith, the price and cost will be extremely high, and it will be very difficult to become a fanatic."

"But this isn't right. What does the Burning Legion mean?" Zhuang Sen picked up his sidearm in Confession. It was a gift Mordred had given him years ago, containing a Daemon that served as its spirit.

This thing was a warp echo generated when the First Legion ended the Randan Xenomorphs, and it was also the first attempt at Mordred's warp entity project. Now, it has been transformed by Zhuang Sen from a twisted lump into Hakimi, who can turn into a catgirl.

Yes, that's right, guns really can turn into catgirls! This is Warp Demon, isn't that amazing!

With a thought, the Plasma Pistol in Zhuang Sen's hand began to transform, eventually becoming a (Primitive).

The Felids, no bigger than a palm and draped in a green robe, instantly sharpened Guilliman's gaze.

"Second Brother, I want one too."

"Get lost, Psychic Power is this to a psionic Muggle like you? As for Zhuang Sen, I understand what you mean. You just want to say that the Daemon weapons made by Atlas are different from what I said before."

So here's the question: you don't really think I'm just a barbarian, do you? Each of us brothers has our own special abilities, and this is my true ability: the uniqueness of the noble realm.

I'm way better than those Four Useless Ones- for-nothings. Even the Chaos God's One Proof of Eternity was useless to me, which is why I was able to outmaneuver the Daemon under their command.

But Guilliman, don't worry, I'm actually a staunch believer in pure love. Ephraime will always be your Thirteenth Princess, and I don't care for this poor little sprout. A real man does what a man should do."

Mordred, having reached Secret Room of the laboratory, suddenly stopped and whispered mysteriously in Guilliman's ear, "Actually, Ephraime is flat-chested. My subordinate, Ji Yalan, told me that it's all padded."

"What?! This can be fake!"

"Hahaha, Guilliman, you admit it, right? I knew you were a rascal. But let me make this clear: I'll show you Icarus's true form in a bit, so don't be too shocked."

Without any hesitation, after passing five verifications, Mordred directly revealed Atlas's most closely guarded secret.

As expected, the four country bumpkins who saw Icarus in his true form gaped wide-eyed, and Luojia stared at Mordred in disbelief.

"Perturabo!?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the figure floating in the culture tank Opened Eyes. Thin, hair-like nerve cables swayed, and it looked at the newcomer with an expression as if looking at trash. Its demeanor was exactly the same as Perturabo's, even more arrogant.

"Call me Icarus, you four idiots!"