Alpharius, Omega, Beta?

Alpharius and Omega, the twin stars of the Primarch.

Given their eccentricities and abstract personalities—a left-brain attacking a right-brain—they could be considered among the God-Human even among the Primarch of problem children everywhere.

Despite Horus's self-proclaimed status as the First Returned Son, the true guardian of the homeland is not Horus, but Alpharius.

Towards the end of the Unification Wars, the Emperor had already conceived of the Great Crusade and, based on the Thunder Warriors, designed and manufactured the Space Marine, although weaker in stats, were more stable and reliable.

Yes, that's right. The Space Marine were actually created earlier than the Primarch, especially the first batch of Uncrowned Champions, who were basically created by Female Astartes, the Emperor, and the three tech lads, Eldar.

At this point, the Primarch Project was not yet officially successful and could only be called an embryo, but this did not mean that it could not produce Gene-Seed.

According to the Emperor's plan, the current Thunder Warriors are almost obsolete and out of control, and the Unification Wars is at its most intense. So, let's first build up the framework of the Space Marine Legion and test it on the battlefield.

Once the Thunder Warriors are exhausted, seamlessly switch to Space Marine, and also eliminate any Thunder Warriors that have gone berserk.

The Emperor was a scoundrel during the Unification Wars, but the fact that he could make Thunder Warriors die heroically in glory and spare the few Thunder Warriors who hadn't gone mad was already quite human-like.

However, while the idea was good, something unexpected is about to happen.

According to the Emperor's plan, once the Unification Wars ended and the Primarch was successfully cultivated, he would have 20 more capable generals, commanders, and sons.

Could my son betray me? Of course not!

Do not doubt the Emperor's emotional intelligence. He is a completely self-centered savage. In the Emperor's view, he is the Primarch's father, so the Primarch must obey him, respect him, support him, and understand him.

The Emperor, however, is someone who likes to skip the main story, so raising children is out of the question. Therefore, he added various compressed files that he thought were useful to the Primarch, hoping to get it done in one go.

The most typical example is Perturabo, who is truly born with knowledge. He probably has more compressed files than anyone else, and he can learn even things he doesn't understand after just two tries.

However, that wasn't all. The Emperor thought that letting the Primarchs grow naturally was too slow, so he created Primarchs as super-male children who could grow at an extremely rapid pace, growing faster in harsher environments and becoming huge.

Furthermore, he etched what he considered to be normal family values into their genes, and the result was that, including the Space Marine used the Primarch's Gene-Seed, from top to bottom, they were all gravity-dependent boys, with "I love my father, and he loves me" becoming the underlying logic.

This is the Emperor, a "Good Father" who likes to skip the plot and even skip life itself.

But do you think that's all? Impossible. Eldar, who can get along with the Emperor, is no normal person either.

From multiple perspectives, it's clear that Eldar isn't a bad character. They have the technology and the stats, and their personalities are even better than those of Emperor Anthropomorphism. Their biggest problem is their obsession with romance, and that's precisely where the problem lies.

The wicked rack their brains, but a fool's quick thinking is no match for the cunning of the wicked. Whether it was the Four Merchants interfering or something else, once Eldar realized the Emperor's various Abstract Maneuver, she simply released the Primarch.

The reason I gave was that I love my children and I can't let them suffer, so I threw them out to pursue their own happiness.

That kind of behavior is insane.

If everyone had Guilliman's living environment, or even Perturabo's, that would be one thing, but look at the homeworlds of the other Primarchs—which one is normal?

Zhuang Sen plays Monster Hunter, Mordred plays the Catachan test server, Fulgrim works as a laborer hammering screws, Khan conquers the grasslands, Russ is a savage, Dorn in Frostpunk, Sanguinius survives the wasteland, Horus is a gangster, and they're all still Upper Hive.

The places mentioned above are still normal; at least they are places where people can live.

Of the remaining ones, Mortarion was starving and being treated like a dog, eating Corn as if it were New Year's Day; Barbarus was such a godforsaken place that it was practically right into the backside of Nurgle; the Senior Sister was at her peak from the moment she appeared, encountering Living Metal dragon and fighting with all her might but still unable to defeat it; Medusa was full of Tech-barbarians who could not survive without fighting.

Vulkan scratched his head as he looked at the lava, thinking, "I understand the logic, but why is that lizard so big? And why can it breathe fireballs and self-destruct?"

These are all environmental problems; the rest are man-made disasters. Nostramo, the home planet of the Koz, is the ultimate form of capitalism, where even eating a dead rat is considered an extra meal. The Raven King's side is alright, but the Adeptus Mechanicus has always been inhuman in its lack of humanity.

Luojia goes without saying; his adoptive father is Kor Phaeron, and his best friend is Aribas. They're the kind of guys who can fire Bolter without stopping, and even their Machine Spirit have to frantically drop bullets in the Warp. If the script were different, they'd be a pair of demon fathers and demon brothers.

As for Angron? He was the heaviest of the heavyweights. Once, Mordred was bored and suddenly had a brain fart, injected himself with anesthesia, and then knelt down on the spot.

But then again, if Eldar hadn't gone mad, and Emperor Malcador and Eldar had actually been allowed to raise the Primarch together, who knows what the outcome would have been?

As for why Malcador was included, just look at Alpharius. The big brother doesn't laugh at the Second Brother; Malcador is also a God-Human.

When the Primarchs scattered across the galaxy, A-Fa, swept away by the Warp storm, also flew away, but not that far, and landed at the laboratory entrance.

Despite Mordred's grand plan falling apart, the Webway, and the Yellow Skins even becoming toilets, a closer look reveals that the Empire was more than twice as bad as depicted in historical records.

Mordred's greatest contribution was that he was the one who retrieved some of the Primarchs; the Titan Training Method was indeed effective.

Looking at the Alpharius that had inexplicably appeared before him, Mordred felt utterly bewildered. Even if it were Fulgrim, at least he could gather the Son of the Emperor scattered throughout the T'au Star Sector.

"Second Brother, why do I feel like you're not welcoming me?"

"Oh, really? How Could! We're brothers from the same parents, and my child calls you uncle."

"Then why did you make such a sullen face?"

"I'm excited, but then again, why did you show up right after I brought the Omega back?"

"Because I'm dead?"

"Dead?"

"That's right! He's dead." Another figure emerged from behind the throne, with the exact same appearance and voice. He looked exactly like Alpharius when they stood together, the only difference being that he was wearing a wig.

Mordred was a little confused, so he quickly went over to check on him, reaching out to touch Alpharius all over, touching this and that, then touching this one.

Finally, Mordred couldn't tell them apart anymore, so she bit each of them and extended her tentacles to burrow into their bodies.

"Are you Alpharius?"

"I am!"

"So you are Omega, but what am I carrying?" Mordred put down the Chaos Energy Crystal behind him, and he was certain that he was not mistaken; there was indeed a person sealed inside the crystal.

After he thawed the crystal, three identical Primarchs appeared before him.

One had a shifty, slightly irritable look in his eyes; another stared at him like he was an idiot; and the third was wearing a wig.

"One of you three must be an imposter. Who are you really?"

"We are Alpharius!" ×3

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! I possess extraordinary wisdom; there must be one of you who is a fraud. You can't fool me."

Mordred grabbed the man wearing a wig; he had already noticed something was wrong with him and was about to rip the wig off when he couldn't manage it and instead lifted the man up.

"Second Brother, why are you pulling my hair? I'm Beta!"

"Yes, you're Beta. Oh, no, no, I only know about Alpharius and Omega. Where did you, Beta, come from?" Well, that's a long story.

"Then make it short."

Beta, whose hair was the thickest, explained, "This is what happened. After all the brothers disappeared, the empire began to decline rapidly, seemingly overnight, it began to fall into ruin."

This is completely unscientific, but I couldn't find the reason, so Alpharius retreated to the background and began to macroscopically control the empire, until one day we discovered that an organization called the Cabal came to contact us.

But these people are lunatics. They worship the Dark King, believing that he can purify the entire galaxy and that our father is preventing the birth of a new god.

So we've been cleaning up these heretics behind the scenes until the Macarius Rebellion, when the Iron Warriors launched a surprise attack on Holy Terra. Alpharius fought valiantly but was no match for them and was accidentally killed by Perturabo.

"So careless?"

"Yes, but none of that matters. What matters is that Alpharius didn't die after its death; instead, it split into two individuals, one of whom is me."

Mordred finally understood: Primarch all possess passive abilities, even the most pathetic Alpharius and Omega.

Their skill is splitting; if you cut off one head, two heads will grow back. Perhaps there was only one Alpharius back then, but Alpharius died, so it became two and successfully deceived everyone.

The price is that it will become weaker, but the problem is that even a weaker Primarch is still a Primarch.

"That's a good thing!"

Without any hesitation, Mordred drew the Sword of the Old Woman from her waist and, before anyone could react, cleaved Beta in two with a single strike.

Perhaps feeling that splitting it into one wasn't enough, Mordred chopped the five-part Beta into four pieces, and after thinking for a while, she made a few more cuts, turning it into 16 pieces.

So sudden! It wasn't until Beta became a 16-point wonder that everyone reacted. The Emperor even used a Psychic Power chokehold to grab Mordred and demand, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't he say he could split? If we get 16 more Primarch, wouldn't we be invincible?"

Meeting Mordred's wise gaze, the Emperor was speechless. Only the unfortunate Beta Death and Dao Dissipation. However, the problem was that the 16 Primarchs did not appear. Instead, the body parts turned into points of light and flowed into Alpharius and Omega's bodies.

Perhaps realizing something, Omega quickly grabbed the Emperor's leg and cried out for help, "Father, save me!"

"I am innocent." His gaze was fixed on Mordred, as if afraid that Mordred would suddenly strike him with his sword.

After realizing he had messed up, Mordred abandoned his plan to kill Omega, but something still felt off.

"Then what's the use of your skills? You two are already weaklings, even Pepe could beat you to death, and they can't be infinitely upgraded. I reckon the two of you combined are just so-so, aren't you just useless?"

But in any case, the return of Alpharius and Omega is a good thing, at least it can bring together the Hydra scattered elsewhere.

Of course, given Hydra's nature, even if the Primarch were to return, Alpharius and Omega would have a hard time controlling this group of eccentric kids.

However, Mordred's happiness was short-lived, as he received bad news.

"What? You said Tom went to my Demon Realm?"

"Yes, Father, Chapter Master Tom did indeed go to your Demon Realm. I saw it with my own eyes. You can surely bring Tom back, right?"

"Oh, really? I don't even have an account anymore, how could I possibly do that?"

"What account? If you've lost your account, go find it! Alpharius Omega, you're back!"

Before they could see him, they heard him. The blue man appeared before them, with a stubble beard, a wild and unruly blond haircut, and that signature Macragge toilet seat T-shirt. Especially those dark circles under his eyes that looked like he was about to die. Who else could it be but Guilliman?

Seeing everyone looking at him, Guilliman thought he had said something wrong, but then he heard Mordred say, "Guilliman, you're a genius! By the way, do you want to go out and have some fun?"

For example, like last time, I'd lend you my body to have some fun?