The Misaka Network, Abo's Sister.

It is well known that in some aspects, human beings have an extremely strong capacity for acceptance, to the point that some quirks have emerged.

When Icarus spoke and called himself a fool, the four Primarchs were not angry; instead, they began to ponder.

Luojia and Guilliman were naive and only saw Icarus as a conventionally Abominable Intelligence, and this image was created to satisfy Mordred's perverse tastes. But Zhuang Sen and Mortarion were different.

As the Primarch, the Dark Angels is the prototype template for all Legiones Astartes. It can be said that since its formation, the First Legion has enjoyed the best treatment among all the Legions.

So much so that even a Captain in the Dark Angels could deploy the Extinction Relic Machine, a rare sight in other legions. The Lion King had seen at least 800 to 1000 Abominable Intelligence, but he had only ever seen one as special as Icarus Tuchanka Engine.

This thing is not an object in the conventional sense, but a fragment of the Webway- Shield Tunneling Machine left behind by the Old Ones. Not only does it possess Self-Awareness, it also has its own Warp Projection. In terms of sheer prestige, it is even higher than the Primarch.

Mortarion's ability to discern Icarus's extraordinary nature stemmed not from his possession of any of the Three Artifacts of the Old Ones, but from his own experience of being tricked in Damocles, where he, like Mordred, had traversed the Ascension Stairway.

Mortarion was absolutely certain that his senses were right; his perception of life was extremely keen, and this Icarus was definitely not an inanimate object, but a genuine Lifeform.

"Something's not right, this is really too wrong. If I didn't know about Icarus, I would have thought it was Perturabo at first glance. It's just a pity it's fake."

"It's not fake."

"What?"

Mordred gestured for everyone to remain calm, while he himself began to unseal Icarus. As one connector after another came off, Icarus finally emerged from the culture tank and stood before everyone.

It was only upon close observation that the group noticed something amiss: although Icarus looked exactly like Perturabo, almost like a twin, but...

Especially his voice, his smile— Perturabo's arrogance, contempt, unease, suspicion, and disdain were all evident, but they were certain that this was definitely not Perturabo.

As the name suggests, Perturabo can be understood in Gothic as endurance, confusion, unease, or even vigilance, perfectly matching Perturabo's conflicted personality.

But Icarus is different. Like all Atlas, it has a strange confidence, a unique temperament that makes it seem like it's the most important person in the Second Son and everyone else is an idiot.

After all, that wise look was all too familiar. No matter how hard they tried to disguise themselves, that silly aura could never be hidden, from Mordred down to every soldier of Atlas, and even the Dog-men.

It's hard to explain, it's strange, but this thing is like a special business card, with a unique aura that belongs to Atlas. Just like a husky mixed in with a pack of wolves, no matter how much it looks like it, it's still a dog.

But most importantly, it's about height. Although Perturabo is a bit plump, he's still a head taller than the short Alpharius and Omega, while Icarus is only 1.5 meters tall.

"Boss, are these four country bumpkins your brothers and sisters? They seem a bit dim-witted."

"There's nothing we can do. It's because our family's intelligence is so unevenly distributed. The Primarch's intelligence is only one unit, but I have eight. If you break it down further, it's already a miracle that they can even take care of themselves."

"That must have been tough on you, boss," Icarus said with a hint of disdain.

"It's alright, after all, we have different roles, at least it'll be lively."

"Come, come, let me introduce you. This is our Atlas ship girl, Icarus Proudmoore, who inherited one of my 88 surnames, meaning 'Daughter of the Sea.'"

The name is indeed well chosen, after all, it's the core of the ship, and Starsea is also a sea, but for some reason, Mortarion always felt that this surname was a bit unlucky.

But none of that matters. What matters is why Icarus looks exactly like Perturabo, which is hard for the Primarch to accept.

Mordred has a history of misconduct. With the Blood Reservoir, he can manipulate flesh and genes at will. Since Icarus can even wear Perturabo's skin, who knows what other blasphemous things Mordred might do? Just thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable.

Knowing they would react this way, Mordred immediately explained, "Icarus is not a purely Intelligent AI, but a unique individual formed by the fusion of the Dar Company's Hive City Master Computer and the Abomination's Machine Spirit, and was subsequently corrupted along with it when I went mad."

This resulted in Icarus drifting alone in the void for a full ten thousand years. Over the years, with the constant consumption of Daemon and Warp snacks, the entire Abomination began to come alive, and we are now inside its belly.

In order to house Icarus's computational core and to allow it to evolve further, I followed the Yellow Skins's Primarch Project and used Biochemical Alchemy to create a body that would allow her to unleash her power.

After all, the Primarch was built around the Warp essence, so using Abominable Intelligence as the Warp essence is not far off.

This is actually a last resort. Even in the Dark Age of Technology, those super- Intelligent AI were behemoths powered by planetary geothermal energy. I simply can't replicate that in terms of hardware, so I have to resort to tricks.

I dug up the grave of a Necron Overlord, removed his skull and spare body, and he was still an alien import from the Necron. The Logic Core here is that it works.

As for why it's Pepe's image, it's because after my experiments, I found that Perturabo and Dorn have the highest and most stable genetic compatibility.

This explanation is quite reasonable. Recalling the past, Perturabo was such an oddball who, while all his brothers were drawing their knives and fighting each other, preferred long-range artillery fire.

Moreover, Perturabo's command style is different from her brothers. She controls the entire Iron Warriors single-handedly with her mind. The neural cables and braids on her head are for this purpose. She can actually perform micro-manipulation to move the machine gun position forward by 5 meters.

Given Perturabo's seamless integration of human and machine, Iron Within, Iron Without, it couldn't be more reasonable for him to serve as the platform for Icarus.

As for why Mordred didn't choose Dorn, which has equally good compatibility, the four didn't ask, and Mordred didn't mention it either; they all tacitly ignored the question.

After all, what kind of decent person would choose to have Dorn as a ship girl, and Dorn to her so-called lame jokes?

That's so lifelike.

Just like the interaction between Party A and Party B, the four Primarchs, led by Guilliman, raised a variety of questions, and Mordred answered them one by one without holding back.

With Icarus's cooperation, they actively disassembled it, revealing various biomechanical synthetic organs hidden beneath the skin, along with the original logic processing core from Dar Company.

It might sound a bit eerie, like a live dissection, but for a unique construct like Icarus, it's like a computer showing off its case to a tech enthusiast, and it's quite proud of it.

Icarus was especially pleased when he saw the naive, country bumpkin expressions on everyone's faces. Not only was his vanity greatly satisfied, but he could also intellectually crush them.

Since he had already decided to open source it, Mordred did not hesitate. He immediately replicated Icarus's sub-process template and used bug-level Star God Power to modify the Necron Overlord's Logic Core, which is the so-called CPU.

This is a very meticulous task, and even Mordred has to be careful. If there is a mistake, the job will have to be scrapped, and those troublesome people will have to go somewhere else to cool off.

However, since this was an office assistant assigned to Guilliman had to figure out the supplies, so he was given a long list.

When Guilliman received the list, he thought Mordred would ask for an exorbitant Lion, but to his surprise, it was just a small amount. He immediately remarked that the Ultramarines were quite wealthy, and that the Ultramar 500 Worlds was vast and rich in resources.

Building just one is too stingy. Build 13 directly. I want every legion to have its own Abo Sister, and I, Guilliman, will foot the bill for everything.

Upon hearing this, Mordred felt quite regretful, thinking to himself, "The Ultramar 500 Worlds just finished the Plague War, and you've already brought back the farming. You're truly Ambition. I should have raised the price by another third."

In order to generate foreign exchange for his legion, Mordred began working day and night on screws, and finally managed to forge the 13 Logic Core before the Abomination arrived at Holy Terra.

Actually, Mordred could still be crafted, but the materials were gone. The Necron Overlord wasn't something that came easily; even these Logic Core were accumulated by Blood Ravens over thousands of years.

If they want to produce it again, they can only continue digging up graves, or obtain the technology to manufacture this Logic Core from the Necron.

It's incredibly difficult to develop technology. The Necron are a class-based race. Even when they were still the Necrontyr, there was a bizarre situation where nobles flew around in starships while the lower classes lived in mud huts and starved to death.

Ordinary Necron use low-end components; only the Logic Core used by the Necron Overlord can meet the requirements. The difference is not just a little bit; it's even greater than the difference between the Primarch and the Ogryn.

Mordred also considered lowering the manufacturing standards, but the problem was that doing so would be too inefficient. It would be better to use the Cogitator array to build up the numbers. At least the Adeptus Mechanicus could produce a large number of clones to satisfy everyone's hunger, and cloning individual brains could further reduce costs, making them even cheaper than cabbage.

Now that we have Intelligent AI, the Logic Core that acts as the CPU has been modified, and Guilliman is also working on the materials to create Abo Sister. All that's missing is the Yellow Skins that will be used to consecrate and kill the virus.

The thought of the Yellow Skins returning to normal brought Mordred a sense of relief; at least there was a tall guy supporting it, so it wouldn't be as tiring as before.

But when they saw that the Emperor on the Golden Throne was still mentally impaired, and that it was still the Yellow Skins 12345 who spoke, the brothers looked at each other and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Mortarion used Numerology calculate that the Yellow Skins could return to normal. Others might not believe it, but Mortarion's words had to be believed, and that's the old artist's reputation.

But now the reputation of veteran artists is being challenged.