The Door Cannot Be Opened from the Front

"This Webway works really well, the only problem is that it's been in disrepair for years, and these gadgets have taken over my Webway."

"Your Highness is right. These Daemon Xenos and all sorts of monsters have actually taken over our Webway! It's outrageous!"

As expected of an older generation artist, Eldrad seamlessly switched into Imperial Abhumans form in a very short time, displaying an extremely Dog's Leg demeanor.

Not only did they offer up the Webway map, but they also brought the entire Ulthwé Craftworld to join them. They were just Mechanicus to calculate the perfect location, at which point they would drag the Craftworld behemoth into the Serenity Star System and become a member of the Serenity 50 Worlds.

However, unlike the old charlatan from a few days ago, Eldrad's appearance has changed drastically. His originally slender and thin figure has become more robust, and his hunched posture has straightened again, making him much more muscular.

The greater change lies within; the very essence of Atlas is beginning to emerge.

Unfortunately, due to drinking Fel Energy blood—high-purity plasma personally squeezed from Mordred's veins— Eldrad developed some emerald green Fel Energy tattoos, rendering his chances of passing the civil service exam slim.

Mordred knew perfectly well that all that talk about admiring his noble character, being his loyal fans, and having only one sun in his heart—blah blah blah—was utter nonsense.

What truly drew Eldrad and his family to join him was profit, but that wasn't important. What mattered was that Mordred had plenty of ways and means to make them work for him.

The races that rank high in the galaxy today all have gods supporting them. Even the seemingly weak and insignificant Tau have a weak goddess like T'au'va to back them up.

Don't underestimate the Tau. The important thing is who they're compared to. At least they're sitting at the kids' table, which is considered a high-class meal. In the Far East Dark Star Region, they'd be considered local tyrants.

In terms of the overall strength of the Tau, if placed in any other worldview, even in the early stages of the Great Crusade, they would be a tough nut to crack. But there are no "what ifs" in this world; the difference in scale is simply too great.

On the other hand, the Aeldari, this long-established overlord, does indeed have gods as their foundation and is one of the Four Merchants, but the problem is that Slaanesh is not an easy opponent.

For the Aeldari, the Most Evil curse is to wish someone's soul would return to the Six Rings Silver Palace after death, which is equivalent to cursing someone to go to hell and never find peace.

Among the Eldar Gods, Cegorach, who seems to be the most clownish, is actually the most responsible. Even so, he is trapped deep within the Webway Slaanesh and dares not leave.

If you have a general understanding of the Aeldari mythology, you'll find that the strongest King Asuryan, has virtually no role, while the war god, Khaine, goes mad, killing bean sprouts more ruthlessly than enemies, and is also a phantom god in the civil war.

Meanwhile, the Goddess of Life, who also belongs to the first tier, is another useless person, like the crazy old woman in a melodramatic TV series. The saying "a doting mother spoils her son" perfectly describes her.

She deserves at least a third of the credit for the fall of the Aeldari, making her the most hated character in the TV series.

With these three abstract deities who are said to be gods, but are more like God-Human, there are more chat groups for the Pantheon than in a girls' dormitory. What about the other Aeldari gods?

Previously, Mordred didn't know much about Eldar, but after Eldrad and his family moved there, he recently did some Aeldari research on Eldar and realized that those Eldar Gods weren't anything special after all.

Hoec, similar to the traveler god, is a typical vagabond who believes in non-interference. He is very likely the foreman left by the Old Ones Aeldari to the Eldar to oversee the maintenance and repair of the Webway. However, he is more arrogant than anyone else and his favorite thing to do is to travel around the Webway to see the scenery, but he does no work.

The God of Forging Vaul, is the brother of the Phoenix King Asuryan. He is a tech geek, but even more extreme Fulgrim, who worships the perfect Snow White, and he also has a grudge against Khaine.

The hunter Kurnous is even more significant. He is Isha's husband, but in the story of this god of the hunt, he is always the one who gets beaten up by Khaine. In almost every myth, he is the one who suffers the most, and most importantly, Isha cuckolds him.

But that's not all. The following ones are even more mythical, such as Lilith, the goddess of maidens, who is said to be a powerful goddess representing wealth and dreams.

At first, Mordred thought this deity was like the God of Wealth from his hometown, so he had to learn more about it, since wealth and dreams sounded like a perfect match for him.

After wandering around the Great Library of Ulans's Craftworld, Mordred discovered that this wasn't the case at all. This girl had no dreams whatsoever. Among the Eldar Gods, she was the most enthusiastic about throwing lavish parties. She was neither girlish nor pure at all.

As for the last goddess, Hag, when Mordred first heard Eldraar mention her name, she thought it was her long-lost second brother, Hogg. She wondered if her second brother had taken good care of their parents after she was killed by a meteor.

However, after learning more about this old woman goddess, Mordred discovered that she was the most divine of all. This woman was nominally Khaine's wife, but she was an undisputed charlatan. The sword on Mordred's waist was forged by this woman's fingers.

These are just a few of the most famous among the Eldar Gods. There's also a bunch of useless little devils. It took this bunch of lunatics 65 million years to build the Pantheon before it collapsed. Mordred had to admit that the Old Ones were indeed Old Ones, they really had some skills.

It's true what they say, comparisons are odious. After looking at all these examples, Xier is indeed extraordinary. Despite being a clown who provides emotional value, she makes the other gods seem like the real clowns.

No wonder Slaanesh, born from Aeldari, is so pathetic; he's rotten to the core and a premature baby with congenital deficiencies. He truly deserves the title of the strongest lesser god.

Given this racial background, Eldrad was truly desperate. He had no choice but to become Aeldari traitor and find his own way out, leading his entire Ark World to seek refuge with Atlas.

In contrast, the Imperium of Man, though itself a cesspool, had its own peculiar notion that its human gods were not gods.

But upon closer examination, it becomes clear that from Emperor to Primarchs, almost everyone loves the King, and when trouble arises, they truly step up!

Putting everything else aside, just look at that pitch-black sun hanging in the Warp. Anyone with a modicum of sophistication knows what that is and who sacrificed themselves to protect the entire empire.

Greatness needs no further explanation!

Moreover, other races are lucky to have one lesser god to rely on, but humans have 19 lesser gods, plus a God-Emperor above them.

Not to mention Mordred once held the position of Greedy Dissolution, even if it was only for a short five seconds, it was still a corner of the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star, making him comparable to the Four Merchants in terms of prestige.

For humans, there are only four Chaos Gods, but for other races, there are five, plus a half- Chaos Gods that's unclear whether it's Chaos God or not.

Moreover, according to rumors, Mordred, the Great Commander of the Imperium of Man, is not so simple in his true identity, but is the illegitimate son of Khorne and the Emperor.

Don't be fooled by how outlandish this news seems; it's precisely because it's so outlandish that it's very likely to be true.

More importantly, it would have been fine if this message had come from the mouth of the Tzeentch Daemon, but the problem is that it came from the mouth of Vashtorr.

The Heart of Vashtorr, Known Throughout the Warp!

Everyone knows he's obsessed with becoming a god, yet this ancient Daemon lord insists Mordred is Khorne's bastard son.

You may doubt the quality of Vashtorr's magic, but never question Vashtorr's credibility. The Forge of Souls's reputation is well-deserved; even the Four Gods who have used it praise it.

Furthermore, upon closer examination, it becomes clear why Mordred, within the Xenos xenophobic and xenophobic regime of the Imperium of Man, did not erase his history of being raised by Dog-men in turn became staunch Abhumans races within the Empire.

Other evidence abounds, including the image of Blood God as a Khorne wearing Red Scarf, and Mordred also has a Red Scarf.

The Khorne Daemons were ruthless killers with an inexplicable obsession with skulls, while the Empire revered pure skulls. Atlas, without any pretense, directly forged skulls into pyramids to intimidate his enemies.

As for the Primarch, needless to say, no one is blind. Why would the Four Gods fight the Emperor for Primarch? It's all about custody. Who knows how the Emperor tricked the Primarchs into giving him those Primarchs?

Unofficial history doesn't necessarily have to be historical, but it must be unofficial, and it is precisely because of its unofficial nature that more people will believe it.

It's so sour, so incredibly sour! Eldrad is so sour it's making my teeth ache. Forget about the origins of this anecdote, and forget about how the Emperor, who used to have so much fun with me in Commorragh, created so many lesser gods.

But one thing must be acknowledged: the former galactic overlords have fallen, and humanity is now the dominant force.

The moment a thought arises in one's heart, the world seems vast and boundless.

Eldrad instantly understood. Forget about traitors or not, he had no choice before, but now he just wanted to be an Abhumans. You say he's betraying his race? That's bullshit! The Goddess of Life is in Terra, and we Psychic Power demi -Abhumans are the true descendants of Aeldari.

After joining Atlas, Eldrad felt only one thing: it was amazing! Absolutely irresistible.

First of all, Atlas is different from other legions. The Serenity 50 Worlds has a large number of Abhumans, so there is no such thing as racial discrimination.

After 10,000 years of growth and reproduction, the Aeldari Corsair who first followed Ji Yalan to Atlas have multiplied to a million. In the sparsely populated Aeldari, this is considered to be a self-reliant group, and they can be considered to have some fellow countrymen.

But the most important thing is stability.

After the entire Ulthwé Craftworld came to join them, Mordred immediately summoned all the lords of the Ark World, big and small, together, poured a full basin of blood, added enough Chaos Energy Crystal to kill them, and boiled a pot of soup.

Eldrad still remembered the question he had asked Mordred: "What is the price?"

"Just like me, Jinba!"

Mordred wasn't lying. After drinking a full cup of that bizarre, lifelike blood, Eldrad felt a sense of elevation, and all his troubles vanished.

Eldrad couldn't describe the strange feeling, but he finally understood why his Dark Eldar were so obsessed with Chagatai —the Primarch was a god!

Having drunk the divine blood, he was like a bird soaring into the blue sky or a fish entering the sea, and from then on, he was no longer bound by any constraints.

Moreover, whenever the Aeldari who drank the blood secretly prayed to Mordred, they felt a sense of physical and mental pleasure, accompanied by extreme psychological discomfort and nausea.

However, if they survive this phase and genuinely worship Mordred, some fanatics will receive a gift and witness the Great Thunder Aeldari Sanguinius them to heaven, ultimately leading to a peaceful death.

This would not be a gift for other races, but for the Aeldari, it is the best gift imaginable.

However, after realizing that these sprouts were trying to be clever again, Mordred cut off that path. The few souls he hadn't eaten were spat out and stuffed into the Dreadnought as Machine Spirit, along with a Slaaneshi Daemon.

Learning from this example, the sprouts dared not act recklessly. Instead, they began to cooperate actively and try their best to integrate into the current Atlas.

However, when Atlas officials conducted a census of these sprouts, they all claimed to be warriors, saying they wanted to be the first to carry bombs and serve the legion, and urged that they be sent to the most brutal battlefield.

Then these bean sprouts were bullied by the green beans and Canned One, and even the Auxilia got involved, saying, "You think you're worthy? You want to join the gang? You're not even qualified!"

Atlas's main business is logistics, so they have fewer opportunities to participate in combat. The brothers are all waiting to rise through the ranks based on military merits. You outsiders want to steal our spots? You're really asking for trouble.

On the contrary, those Aeldari with a special skill became highly sought after, especially the Wraithbone Singers, who were truly rare talents. Even apprentices who were not yet proficient were treasured by Mordred, at least his plan to Thunder-forged soldiers was on track.

The journey from the edge of the Sol Sector to Serenity, traveling at full speed with the Warp currents, would take 25 days, even though Serenity is relatively close to the Sol Sector. However, thanks to the Webway map sent by Eldrad, this time has been greatly shortened.

Even though the Webway were in disrepair for years, and contained more monsters and demons than there Xenos in the entire galaxy, with some Webway completely shattered and Chaos Daemons making their home there, the time frame was compressed to a mere 13 days.

The only problem is that this Webway is so broken that it forces the navigator to overclock and jump back and forth between the Webway, the Material Universe, and the Warp. Only Atlas's Cockroach physique can withstand it.

But there was no other way. After all, Atlas was in charge of logistics. They had to calculate the time required for the maximum speed and use that as a benchmark to calculate the route and select a more reasonable logistics rate.

The good news is that there are also Webway Gate in the Luna sky, Mordred only took 20 seconds to reach the top speed in a sprint.

He arrived in Holy Terra in a matter of days, but the price was that Atlas, who came with him, was completely crippled.

But none of that matters; what matters are Sanguinius' wings.

Under Guilliman's slightly envious gaze, Mordred led Eldrad and kicked open the Imperial Palace gates, arriving before the Golden Throne. There, he saw Yellow Skins playing games with Luojia's miniature clone, Elysia; the now much fatter and useless cat, Angron; Isha, the Aeldari wife; Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, a Little Cat.

"Oh, Second Son, have you come to visit your father?"

"Shut up, you old bastard, you know how to enjoy yourself. All you do is play video games here, you're practically blinding yourself from playing on the terminal. Where are your wings?"

What wings?

"The wings, the really big, white ones, those are the Sanguinius wings I've always wanted to chop off and roast."

"On the Phantasmal Dream!"

Watching Mordred turn and leave in a flurry, the Emperor sighed dramatically, "Busy, huh? Good thing you're busy."

"Makara, is that you?"

Their eyes met, and seeing his old friend's drastically changed appearance, Eldrad covered his mouth in surprise. Even the Aeldari goddess beside him was not as shocked as the Emperor at this moment.

"I never imagined that the human buddy who used to have fun with me in Commorragh would turn out like this. Old friend, tell me the truth, did you really have something going on with that Khorne?"

"Shut up! What do you mean 'having fun with you'? I've never been to Commorragh. You've mistaken me for someone else."

"Impossible." Eldrad was convinced that he had not mistaken the person for someone else, and there was no way he could have made a mistake. He could see the cold star suspended in the Warp as soon as he looked up, and just one glance almost burned his eyes out.

"Have you forgotten everything from the past? I was the one who took you there back then, and I was the one who introduced you to the Kabalite Lord."

Finally, after you returned from your studies, you went to a club and asked me to get you a special fruit called orange. I waited there until I went to collect the bill, but when I went out, you had already run away, and you even wrote my name on all the bills.

One last time, I foresaw that Fulgrim would rebel, and you—"

"Stop! Don't say anymore. You already said that person's name is Makara. My name is Neos. Although we are the same person, I wasn't myself back then. What does your looking for Makara have to do with me, Neos? We don't even look alike."

Just as the Yellow Skins was trying to deny everything and blame all the bad things on its clone, the Makara, Mordred arrived at the Emperor's Dream.

The Emperor's Dream had changed drastically. It used to be so dazzling, but after the Four Merchants attacked the Yellow Skins, the giant ship was wrecked and its keel was broken. Finally, it was dragged to Holy Terra with its last bit of breath and could no longer fly.

Fortunately, Mordred recognized the route, and the Phantasmal Dream wasn't completely broken down; the Machine Spirit still recognized him.

With flashes of Emerald Lightning, Mordred connected to the Phantasmal Dream's Machine Spirit. After using the Star God Power to repair some damage to the best of his ability and promising to find a way to make it fly again, a hidden passage appeared before him.

At a different time, but in the same place, Mordred arrived once again at the door of the Emperor's secret treasury as the elevator moved along.

Last time he came with Mortarion; Little Mo chose a Power Rod, while he gained his Ashen Herald and Slayer Armor.

"Ugh! My nice clothes and my Watermelon Knife —no, I mean my greatsword—are nowhere to be found. Now I have to use the Terminator Armor to save face. This Sword of the Old Woman is like a small dagger in my hand; it's not even good for stabbing people."

Mordred's former Ambition to use sniping is gone; now his sidearm is a machine gun salvaged from the Dreadnought. As for his pet Morgan, needless to say, his shadow is still empty.

But what broke Mordred's heart even more was that when the airtight door opened, the little vault was empty except for his good brother's wings hanging forlornly on the wall.

"Damn it, you wretched Yellow Skins! I'm your own son, why are you treating me like a thief?"

With things having come to this, Mordred had no choice but to remove the wings and head back. But as he walked, he suddenly realized that holding the wings in his hands wasn't a good idea; perhaps it would be better to—

Two fleshy tentacles emerged from Mordred's back, perfectly attaching to her wings. With a flap of her wings and the My Thinking Power, she actually took flight.

When Mordred returned to the dungeon, he had styled his afro into an adult look, and was wearing a replica of Sanguinius' armor. He even made a fake of the Spear of the Spear of Accomplishment out of Adamantium, and even modified the iconic leopard skin from dead rat skin.

With Guilliman looking like he'd seen a ghost, Mordred leisurely flew to Lion's Gate Spaceport and, amidst cheers from a group of Atlas, boarded the New Higurashi and crashed headfirst into the Webway Gate.

But Mordred was unaware that as he brought the wings to life, the fragments of the Sanguinius torn off by the Four Gods also began to come alive, including the skull that had merged with Ashen Herald.

Deep within the Warp, in a place inaccessible to any probe or even Chaos God, a knight hooded, clad in black armor, carrying a Primarch sword and wielding Dual Pistols, gazes thoughtfully at the wooden door before him.

A dialog box popped up on the unremarkable wooden door, which could be easily smashed with a single slap, saying that the door could not be opened from this side.

This infuriated the knight, but there was nothing he could do. The sign said the door couldn't be opened from this side, which meant the door truly couldn't be opened from this side, no matter what he did.

Leaving the wooden door, the knight navigated a maze of twists and turns until he arrived at a campfire that had already burned out, and then thrust his greatsword against it.

As the sword plunged in, the campfire instantly burst into flames, and a winged figure emerged from the firelight. "Tom, hold on a little longer, we'll be saved."

Tom, removing his helmet to reveal a stubble-covered face, sighed helplessly, pointed to himself, then to the dilapidated sacrificial site around him, and said, "Uncle Nine, you said the same thing yesterday. You won't starve, but I've been eating Daemon all this time. If I keep eating them, I'll become Daemon myself."

"There's nothing we can do. This world isn't something I can decide; it's your father's decision. I get angry just looking at that broken wooden door, and those crumbling steps—they're so low, we just can't jump over them."

"Wait, my sword is trembling. There must be a way out nearby."

Oh no! It's a free-range chicken from Serenity.

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