The Khan's Struggle
Sometimes fate is just that strange. The Primarchs disappeared one by one before, but now that the Empire is doing well, they've all popped up again.
Holding the small card in her hand, which was supposed to be a photograph but was actually a simple sketch, Mordred was certain that the person in the drawing was Sanguinius.
After all, even though it was a bit abstract, he would still recognize the little golden-haired boy with the wings and halo, and that seemingly innocent but actually cunning little expression, even if it turned to ashes.
The only difference is that he's short, thin, and skinny, like a child, but that doesn't matter. If this isn't Sanguinius, then Mordred should eat shit Live Broadcast.
The important thing is that the letter came from the Khan, and he even sent an Aeldari elder to deliver it. The Khan's location is quite clear: he is being used as a breeding boar in Commorragh.
This world is so surreal; things that seem completely unrelated can actually be connected, to the point that Mordred even suspects the Khan of collapse and is trying to outsmart Mordred so he can get Mordred to rescue him.
According to Eldrad, Chagatai is doing very well; he has become the top gladiator in Commorragh, and tickets for just one gladiatorial match are priceless.
The wealthy women of the various Kabal at the top of Commorragh's power structure were practically bursting with excitement, eager to get up close and personal with this Imperial Primarch, the Young God of humanity, and the mighty horse-riding hero.
If you're asking why the Kabal has so many wealthy women, then you're simply out of touch with reality. Even Mordred has to admit that the Kabalite's bio-engineering technology is impressive.
Even the Yellow Skins went to Commorragh to study before becoming Emperor. After mastering his skills, he became a lazy, technological warlord. In fact, it could be said that some of the Primarch's manufacturing techniques originated from Commorragh.
Gender, race, and even life form are no longer issues; the Khan has made a name for himself and become highly sought after.
This is just the most superficial aspect. What truly makes Khan so sought after is not the so-called modeling, nor the life energy that makes Black sprouts feel incredibly good.
Eldrad said that when he met the Khan, he was beaming and surrounded by a large crowd. He was giving a speech in a beer hall, and the audience consisted of leaders of various Kabal, including the 13 High Lord.
They say the Dark Eldar are the true masters, and we Commorragh are the rightful Aeldari. The responsibility of making the race great again rests on our shoulders. If we cannot achieve this, then let the galaxy Burning Fiercely.
Therefore, you all must support me, respect me, uphold me, and protect me. I will fight alongside you!
When Eldrad spoke of the Khan, this Aeldari Eldar puffed out his chest with considerable pride. It was unclear what kind of spell the Khan had cast on them, but it was probably not a spell at all.
Outsiders might have nothing to say about what he thought, but as the older brother, Mordred only saw a pitiful brother who had no freedom, suffered endless oppression, and was forced to submit to the Xenos.
"This must be the Khan's might! How magnificent, Khajiit!"
After Eldrell left, Mordred immediately opened the letter below and quietly read it in a secluded spot with sunlight:
[Second Brother, don't worry. I'm doing very well here. I eat and sleep well every day, and I've even gained a group of fans. The only thing I don't like is that they're a lot like Luojia, always talking nonsense about gods and ghosts, and they even gave me the title of "head of state".]
For some reason, over the past few years, as my fan base has grown, my ears have somehow grown longer. My fans have become increasingly enthusiastic, saying that long ears are a sign of an emperor.
But I think this is an opportunity. I've kept in mind the Aeldari "friendly coexistence" plan you and Russ discussed before, and I will slowly work towards a friendly relationship with them.
The only thing that worries me is the Legion, but with my Second Brother around, I doubt that Ambition bastard Guilliman will cause any trouble. My offspring must miss me terribly!
Mordred, who was sunbathing on the Pink Castle, closed the letter and turned to look into the distance. A group of White Scars warriors guarding the Serenity were racing across the grassland, riding Tyrannosaurus Rex, a specialty of the Serenity, having a great time. They were clearly not as nostalgic as the Khan had said.
As he continued reading, five out of the ten pages were filled with complaints and grievances, as well as mundane family matters, but Mordred still read them carefully and tried to find a way to fulfill Khan's instructions.
When she turned to the last page, the style changed abruptly, and even the handwriting became a jumbled mess, but Mordred recognized it as Chagoris's native script:
[Second Brother, a young man has arrived in Commorragh, a Blood Angels who calls himself Corbulo, and also a Blood Priest.]
I've become disconnected from the Empire, but I knew this person must be a Librarian, and as I suspected, he was indeed a Psyker Librarian.
However, Corbulo was a special case; he could make prophecies, but his prophecies weren't very far in the future. This unusual situation caught my attention, and after further contact, I saw a phantom deep within his soul.
As shown in the picture, you can probably tell that our brother Sanguinius is still alive, but it's somewhat impossible that he is.
I don't understand why the Sanguinius acted this way, but according to Corbulo, Sanguinius has been guiding the Blood Angels from behind for the past 10,000 years.
I'll stay hidden and wait for your good news. Also, if you have time, come visit Commorragh and give your brother a hand; I can't keep up the act any longer.
Mordred folded the letter and put it in his pocket. He had originally planned to rescue the Khan as soon as possible, but since the Khan had said not to worry about his Second Brother, he figured he could hold on for a while.
If you can persevere, it means you're not in mortal danger. If you're not in mortal danger, it means you won't die. So why bother talking so much if you won't die?
After silently reciting a few auspicious words in his heart, Mordred put the Khan's matter out of his mind and took out the simple drawing again.
"Ninth Brother is great! We must bring Ninth Brother back. Now, Guilliman is doing the work of the imperial government, Luojia controls religious opinion, Russ and Sisyphus are guarding the Great Rift, and Little Mo's Death Guard is also starting to recover. And then there's Angron, the mascot."
We're just missing a top star, Sanguinius would be perfect for that!
The saying that Everyone Loves the Archangel is not an exaggeration. After all, Sanguinius are both intelligent and powerful, with a majestic and imposing physique that can attract everyone's attention just by standing there.
Even Mordred couldn't help but marvel at how his brother's class was no less impressive than his own; such fine cattle and horses had to be found as soon as possible.
"But the question is, where did Sanguinius go?"
Mordred's memory is fragmented; she knows nothing about what happened after her account was closed. However, according to Guilliman Zhuang Sen, and others, the Sanguinius were the first to Killed in Action after her death, and their deaths were particularly gruesome.
Shang Yang was torn apart by five oxen, while his good brother was torn apart by five gods. Not even his head was left; it was directly embedded into his Ashen Herald, leaving only a pair of large wings in the hands of the Yellow Skins.
It's obvious that Sanguinius isn't like Mordred, who can grow Cockroach two heads after being cut off; he's probably parasitic, just not completely dead.
After much thought, Mordred still couldn't figure out the problem. However, since he wasn't completely dead, it meant that even if he could run away, he couldn't hide.
"It seems I have to come out of seclusion, the Khan. Prepare a boat for me; I'm going to Baal."
No, I need to go to Terra first. I need to pick up my best friend's Gundam Fragment first.