No One Is Allowed to Know This Secret

As the saying goes, clothes make the man and a saddle makes the horse. Strength is not important, but being handsome is something for life.

Mordred has the right to speak on stats, he considers himself good-looking as well, and his charm and charisma are undeniable; he also inherited the extraordinary charm of the Yellow Skins.

For some reason, his attempts to show off never quite worked out. Even when online spectators were discussing who the most popular Primarch was, they only cared about his bravery and not his looks.

I Second Brother Mordred, am handsome and extremely robust. I wear Olympia handmade crocodile sandals, pure cotton shorts, a vest made of Chagoris wool, a trench coat made of Fenrisian Wolves skin, an ancient relic scarf, and the radiant Gold Ring Spirit Stone jewelry on my hands weigh at least two pounds. I also speak fluent and elegant Serenity dialect, and my hairstyle was designed by Eldar technician.

With this setup, Mordred believed she had maxed out her style and could be considered a trendsetter, but the group of people didn't buy it.

Although he claimed not to care, Mordred actually quite enjoyed the scene of the people's heartfelt welcome. The problem was that every time the people welcomed him so sincerely, they would shout that they could never repay their kindness.

Although Mordred is flexible on Morality boundaries, indulging in smoking, drinking, getting perms, taking baths, fighting, brawling, murdering to cover up crimes, abusing Daemon, beating her brothers, practicing nepotism, and forming cliques, Mordred still has a sense of shame and believes her reputation is excellent.

After much thought, Mordred finally realized the problem: it wasn't that his image was too rustic, but rather that he was too ahead of his time. These bumpkins only cared about ordinary women and didn't have eyes to see beauty. But the most crucial thing was that he didn't have wings.

So Mordred decided to change her image this time, and as expected, Sanguinius' wings were just too useful.

What Mordred didn't know was that his popularity this time was entirely due to stealing the Great Angel's reputation points, or you could say it was because those wings meant he couldn't wear a trench coat, nor those damn baggy shorts, flip-flops, or that most unyielding tank top.

If he just tidied himself up a bit, stopped using those gimmicks, and dressed like a decent person during the cutscenes, even just wearing a duvet cover would be better than his current outfit.

Seeing Mordred remove her wings from her body and wax them in her hands, the Blood Angels were heartbroken, realizing that these were fragments of her father!

"Great Commander, could you please stop? This is my My Father."

"Give."

Dante was stunned when he saw the shuttlecock being shoved into his hand, but then he heard Mordred say that it was made from a feather that fell from his father's body.

Dante stopped complaining and immediately ordered that the badminton shuttlecock be properly enshrined and placed in the monastery as an exhibit to earn foreign exchange.

After seeing Dante receive the small gift, the other Blood Angels gathered around, including a few Dark Angels, all wanting a feather as a souvenir.

"Don't worry, everyone gets some. These feathers grow really fast; I've collected a whole bunch, not just badminton shuttlecocks, but I've also made a few shuttlecocks!"

Although it sounds a bit hellish, Mordred wasn't lying. Ever since he put on those wings, they've been replenished with plenty of life energy and started growing like crazy. The feathers on his wings aren't old anymore; they're a whole new batch.

But what about the old fur?

Throwing them away was definitely out of the question, but there wasn't a scary bespectacled girl in red clothes to collect them, and Mordred couldn't bear to throw them away, so she could only make small gifts like badminton shuttlecocks, balls, and corsages when she had nothing else to do.

In any case, these small gifts are intended to comfort the garrison of Baal, and I'm sure Sanguinius' spirit in heaven will be pleased.

Whether Sanguinius' spirit in heaven was pleased or not is unclear, but everyone who received the small gift was quite happy, especially the Blood Angels, who smiled like a silly child weighing over 500 pounds.

"I'm here on official business. As you all know, the empire is in dire need of rebuilding, and as the Great Commander of the empire, I lose my appetite and can't sleep whenever I think about the brothers who are still out there not working."

I won't hide it from you, I came here specifically to find the Primarch for you."

"But Commander, my father is dead! He's been reduced to pieces, and his head is still embedded in the sword," said Lematus, the Death Company commander, who wore black armor with red stripes and looked remarkably like Atlas.

As Chapter Priest and the Guardian of the Lost, and the only Blood Angels capable of controlling Death Company warriors, Lematus had long been the guardian of the monastery.

Below the monastery lies the Black Thirst, mad Astartes, while above it is enshrined the Ashen Herald, or rather, the skull on the Ashen Herald's blade.

Yes, that's right. Although Mordred kept insisting that his Ashen Herald was a knight's sword, anyone with eyes could see that this large, single-edged iron plate was actually Watermelon Knife.

As Chapter Priest, Lemartes discovered through long-term observation that applying the green grease dripping from Ashen Herald's body could effectively suppress Black Thirst and Black Rage, but the price was that the person would become a goofball.

But this cost is perfectly acceptable.

Especially after Sanguinius was not smashed into a pulp by Horus as in the main Timeline, but instead was torn apart by the five gods and committed suicide to thank the heavens, the Black Rage of the Blood Angels became even more intense. When they went mad, they were truly ruthless and saw everyone as a great enemy of Chaos.

Similarly, because he frequently needed to maintain the Ashbringer, Lemartes knew better than anyone that his father was truly dead and firmly believed that the illusion guiding the Blood Angels was false.

As the saying goes, a victorious army is bound to be arrogant, an arrogant army is bound to be defeated, a defeated army is bound to be dejected, and a dejected army is bound to be victorious. Mordred was handing out small gifts to boost morale, and you came right off the bat with a line like "My dad is dead and can't come back to life," how am I supposed to respond to that?

"Nephews! You don't understand. Although your father is dead, he's not completely dead."

The physical body is important, but not so important. What matters is the soul and essence of the original being. It's merely fragmented; a mere fatal wound is nothing to worry about!

"Huh? This can be saved?"

Mordred waved his hand, indicating that when had his Second Uncle ever lied to them? He wasn't joking about the value of his title as the Empire's number one biological Big Mek.

"If you don't believe me, here's real evidence. Look, do you know who this guy is? This is Imperial Secret, a top secret among top secrets. Don't you dare tell anyone!"

Upon hearing this, the Dark Angels were originally standing at the back all lit up with excitement and rushed to Mordred's side in the blink of an eye, wanting to take a closer look at the photo.

The creature in the photo was unremarkable; it looked like an ordinary cat, except for its strange tail.

It wasn't a single wire, but a strange thing made up of many metal cables, somewhat resembling a horse's tail. It looked familiar, but you couldn't quite place it at first glance. And then there was its enormous size. In short, it was a big, fat cat.

"Brain-Boosting Cat?"

"No, no, no, this isn't an ordinary cat. It's an Ultimate Cat, which is countless times rarer than a Brainy Cat. Didn't you notice that its tail looks like something?"

"Could this be the Butcher's Nail?"

"That's right, this is the Butcher's Nail, but not your average Butcher's Nail, it's the Angron's Nails. And this cat is actually Angron."

Because it was so shocking, no one could understand why the Daemon Primarch Angron would turn into a cat. After all, Angron was the most active Daemon Primarch, and his appearance was the stereotypical Daemon, at least 10 meters tall.

"You wouldn't understand the reasons behind this. Although the price is high, as long as we find Sanguinius' soul, your Second Uncle has the ability to resurrect the Primarch. As for the fragments, we can leave them; keeping the wings is enough."

"Then the question arises, Your Great Commander: where exactly are the souls of the Sanguinius?"

"How would I know? If I knew, would I be asking you? Besides, what are you, a Dark Angels, doing getting involved? Go away and play somewhere else."

Mordred pulled out another card, the very same sketch the Khan had sent him. Needless to say, the image of the man with a smiling face made the Blood Angels weep uncontrollably, as if they were seeing a portrait of a deceased man.

"Crying is useless. As far as I know, the Sanguinius committed suicide and returned to heaven with my sword. It's highly likely that the sword is still inside me. So, finding my Ashen Herald is equivalent to finding the soul of your father. So, where is my sword?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Dante, since it was Dante who had lost Ashen Herald. Dante, however, looked at Mordred and said, "I don't know."

"Believe me, I really didn't lose this sword. And, Great Commander, was the sword really not in your possession? After all, when that sword was lost, Baal had no outsiders; the only outsider was Blood Ravens."

The moment the name Blood Ravens appeared, everyone stopped looking at Dante and turned to Mordred. After all, Blood Ravens's reputation was well-known; he was Atlas, just a different skin.

As for the Blood Ravens after Atlas's reorganization, they were not disbanded. Instead, Mordred gave Huron the position of Chapter Master, so he could do dirty work and didn't even bother with acting anymore.

The Blood Ravens are decent people; they're truly dedicated when needed. But on second thought, if they weren't decent people and truly dedicated, given their "good" habit of never turning off auto-pickup and stealing anything by deception and trickery, they would have been kicked out of the group long ago.

But this time Mordred was certain that Blood Ravens wasn't behind it. He had seen Blood Ravens's Vault, which contained Perturabo's hammer, the Fire Sword forged by Ferrus, the Sanguinius's Spear of Accomplishment Bigon, the Storm's Teeth of Dorn broken in two, and even the Talisman of Seven Hammers that Vulkan used to detonate Terra. But his Ashen Herald was nowhere to be found.

Both groups were now completely bewildered and could only start to reconcile the accounts step by step. Mordred even managed to bring over Gabriel, the former Blood Ravens, and then they came to a conclusion.

The Ashbringer was indeed stolen by Blood Raven, but Tom disappeared after obtaining the weapon. The only person who knew the truth was Azariel, the former Chapter Master of Blood Raven and a great think tank.

"Who? I, a Primarch, have no idea that Blood Ravens even exists? Where is he now?"

Gabriel remained silent, only saying somewhat awkwardly, "Father, Azariah is not in the Empire. He became too engrossed in the knowledge of Chaos, so he joined the Chaos."

"It's Tzeentch Birdman again!"

"No."

Seeing Gabriel's hesitant expression, Mordred wondered if this great Librarian hadn't sided with Tzeentch.

Could it be that fatso?

"No, not at all."

"It couldn't be that good- Slaanesh, could it? People would vote for such a piece of trash. If I caught that Rebellious son, I'd break his legs."

"No, not at all!"

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Mordred couldn't understand why a Librarian would choose to side with the Khorne, especially since the Khorne seemed to have answered the call.

But seeing the expressions on everyone's faces as they thoroughly enjoyed the gossip, Mordred knew that she absolutely could not let this little secret be revealed.

"The Khan, arrest all these people and erase their memories!"