Why Are These Yellow Skins So Wicked?

Since ancient times, the dragon has been a symbol of imperial power!

In the mythology of every race, dragons are synonymous with power. This isn't just true for humans; even some Xenos races like to add "dragon" to their titles, such as the "Destroyer Dragon of the Empire."

What puzzled the imperial scholars was that these myths were highly consistent, especially the image of the dragon, and a similar myth was that of the god of death.

Death is an inevitable thing among all races within and outside the galaxy. After all, it is better to live a miserable life than to die. All living beings fear death.

Strangely, across different cultures and customs, the image of Death is remarkably consistent: a gaunt figure wearing a hood and wielding a giant scythe.

In fact, the source of this high degree of consistency in mythology is the C'tan, and these figures all have their prototypes.

Death was because of the Nightbringer, and the dragons were because of the Void Dragon. These two were two of the three C'tan in the War in Heaven. Due to their immense destructive power, they ultimately left all the survivors of the War in Heaven with psychological trauma.

Moreover, there aren't just a few C'tan; only a handful are the most famous and strongest, genuine physical gods, comparable in prestige to the Four Merchants. The weaker, less powerful C'tan are comparable to equally less powerful sub-gods of the Warp. It's arguably the best matchmaking system in this cesspool-filled region.

But don't think that the C'tan are any better than the Four Merchants; these madmen who are sentient beings of the Physical Laws are even more outrageous.

This includes, but is not limited to, the Nightbringer lost his scythe, the Deceiver is C'tan version of Tzeentch, the Burning One is forever used as a stepping stone, the autistic Outsider has become stupid from overeating, the Big Stomach Bag -Destroyer who looks most like Mechanicus but has no brains, and the Flayer was completely wiped out and can only wait to be resurrected as a meme virus.

There are just too many of these lunatics. Mordred alone could list a whole bunch of them. And like the Chaos Gods, these lunatics are clear examples of the left brain attacking the right brain, which is extremely abstract!

How abstract is it? Take the Nightbringer for example. This thing can be said to be the Combat Power powerhouse among the C'tan. If it were to actually fight crickets electronically, even the Four Merchants would be scared.

But this being who became a psychological shadow for all races actually lost his scythe, and then was surrounded and kicked by Khaine, who was buffed by the Old Ones with all sorts of advantages, along with a whole "hundred" of his minions, ultimately destroying himself.

They belong to the type of people with astronomical stats but shockingly low intelligence, whose only thoughts are eating and killing.

But you think that's all? The other C'tan are the same way. They'll probably be laughing when the Nightbringer get beaten up, and saying, "Look how pathetic the Nightbringer are!"

If you still don't know how arrogant and stupid they are, then just look at the Void Dragon that ignored the Psychic Power primitives' charge and got beaten to a pulp.

But don't think that the C'tan are all weaklings. On the contrary, the reason they became the culprits of the War in Heaven is precisely because their stats are extremely high.

It's only because it's now fragmented that it doesn't seem as prestigious as the Four Merchants. If Outsider to go there, and this reclusive C'tan were to go berserk, the damage he could cause to the empire would probably be greater than that of Chaos God.

If you think about it carefully, you'll find that Mordred is actually quite similar to C'tan. Her stats are incredibly high, and she's also incredibly erratic. After being defeated, one of them turns into fragments and the other into slime, and then they continue to play the resurrection match. She's so disgusting that she can make you sick of it.

But it was precisely because of this that Mordred realized just how powerful the C'tan were, a powerful evolutionary path that was absolutely no less formidable than that of the Chaos Gods.

Just as Mordred said, a balanced diet is the most important thing; a child who is picky about food will never grow up.

By fighting the Khorne, Mordred really got a taste of the drama, but not a single drop of blood on her body was her own; it was all Khorne's blood.

This dog blood is indeed nourishing, but the problem is it's too nourishing, even more potent than eating a Tyrannosaurus Rex whip. It's made Master Mordred feel unbearably hot all over, and he urgently needs to consume some Star God Fragment to cool down.

So the question is, where do we find treasures like the Star God Fragment? First, we can rule out Necron, because they're hard to find and hard to defeat. So, we can only look to the Void Dragon.

"Quack—I don't want to hear that!"

After merely explaining some ancient common knowledge, Udiya went into a frenzy, as if she had swallowed two pounds of rat poison, spouting nonsense that none of it was true and that Omnissiah was definitely not some Cosmic Star God.

"I never said Omnissiah was Void Dragon!"

"Real?"

"Of course, it's a rather complex concept." Udiya's question clearly triggered Mordred's innate tendency to be a know-it-all, prompting her to continue explaining what primal power, triple incarnation, faith diversion, and the Dragon's Dream meant.

Even why his good brother Vashtorr could never become a god, why his Vile Arts remained empty and were repeatedly divided up by other contestants, and why even the useless Slaanesh could get involved in the dark knowledge.

However, Mordred clearly overlooked one point: Udiya is not the Primarch, and knowledge, in another sense, is toxic; she crashed Udiya's computer after only getting to the beginning.

Seeing the Forge Lord beside him, with black smoke billowing out, sensors flashing, and oil spraying out, Mordred didn't rush to help. Instead, his first thought was how arousing it was!

Look at this incredibly thick, convulsing, trembling mechanical arm, the heavy, Adamantium frame that showcases industrial aesthetics, and if you smell it closely, even the lubricant is No. 75 holy oil. Not to mention the super firepower hidden under the cloak that rivals that of Crusader Knight. It's simply breathtaking.

With such a beauty lying on the ground, Mordred naturally displayed his gentlemanly manners, quickly using the Star God Power to heal her and repair the parts that had spontaneously combusted due to short circuits and overheating.

After doing all that, Mordred thoughtfully wiped Udiya's camera with a cloth before entering the Mars dungeon, the so-called Eternal Night Maze.

It's called the Eternal Night Maze, but it's actually a multidimensional labyrinth created by the Yellow Skins using its unreasonable Psionic Power, Necron undead. Its principle is also to use Star God Fragment as energy to imprison itself.

What's frustrating is that while the Necron's Hyperdimensional Labyrinth is incredibly sophisticated, with its dark green color scheme exuding understated luxury, the Emperor's Eternal Night Maze unsurprisingly uses a ostentatious gold color scheme.

The moment he entered, Mordred's eyes were instantly blinded. "Damn it, my eyes!"

It took Mordred a full three seconds to adjust to the blinding light and see his surroundings. "A knight? What the hell is this knight?"

"Fuck you, physics no longer exists!"

"Where is this? Is this still a backward planet?"

"I must be dreaming. How Could I, Void Dragon, dream Psychic Power a medieval psionic knight?"

A series of slightly noisy and frenzied whispers surged from the surrounding space, tumbling and reflecting endlessly within this infinitely looping space.

If an ordinary person heard this, they would probably be driven crazy immediately, but Mordred is not a normal person. His rationality is rock solid, and his slightly smooth scalp does not accept any contamination. Instead, he feels like laughing.

The whispers were incredibly noisy, but after listening for a while, Mordred managed to make out some of the words: "Hungry! I'm so hungry! I need some spicy and savory Necron fries!"

"I laugh at those Nightbringer their lack of ambition, those Burning One for their brains, those the Deceiver Ambition, and those Old Ones for their weakness and vulnerability. You slaves even dare to betray me? Heh heh, I must live on!"

"The monkeys... they're a bunch of savage monkeys, stupid, brainless, and inefficient, but that's all part of my plan."

"The dragon is an omen of emperors!"

"You think you can kill me with a ridiculous wooden stick? You think you can kill me, you primitive man from the Gobi Desert?"

Ah~ I can't tell the difference, I simply can't tell the difference!

Combining previous clues, Mordred felt increasingly like laughing as she listened to these whispers, and she also felt a very conflicted emotion.

There was a yearning for the soul, and the comfort of worshipping believers, but the strongest feeling was hatred for a certain big medieval knight, and bewilderment at not being able to beat even a monkey.

Of course they were bewildered. After all, they were Void Dragon who had seen great things, even surviving the War in Heaven. They never expected to be defeated on such a small, broken planet and imprisoned for tens of thousands of years in such a humiliating way.

As Mordred spent more and more time there, he received more and more information, and eventually arrived at a place that seemed to float in the air, with bubbles floating in front of him.

Each bubble is a memory, and also a dream of this Void Dragon.

This dream bubble was so enormous that it enveloped the entire Mars, which may explain why the Mechanicus firmly believed in the existence of Omnissiah.

As Mordred touched the bubbles, he jumped into them and sensed an immense will slumbering deep within.

He saw everything, including the Cosmic Star God known as the Void Dragon.

He was born from the explosion that was the origin of everything, and the energy that determined the laws of the Physical World formed his body.

At this time, the universe had not yet cooled down, the infinite dimensions had not yet unfolded, and the boundary between the individual and the world was so blurred that it could arbitrarily distort the laws that constitute the foundation of the world.

The Star God Power is like this: the C'tan, who have existed since the beginning of the universe, are part of this world; you are in me, and I am in you.

But the scorching torrent will eventually cool down, and the C'tan, longing for the warmth of the past, begins to draw energy from the stars to survive.

Even dragons, such vast and magnificent beings, have suffered endless humiliation.

The Sea of Souls, sister to the Physical World, is rapidly expanding; the thoughts of all spirits are changing everything, and the seeds of life are beginning to sprout one by one.

A process of devouring, a transaction, a conquest—the great being, like a nebula, gained physical form, but after its victory, it was exploited by slaves who crushed it and its brothers.

But He is a dragon, a dragon with astonishing wisdom, the most intelligent of all the C'tan.

While other members of their kind acted on instinct, He was researching; while other members of their kind were silently slaughtering and wantonly devouring souls, He was still researching.

Knowledge is power!

He not only studies the laws of the Physical World, but also the Sea of Souls; He aims to become the uncrowned king of both realms, the dragon among dragons.

It was precisely because of its powerful technology that, even though it was shattered, it managed to escape from the Sea of Souls that it should not have been able to enter.

Time in Warp is not linear, but time in the Physical World is linear. Since the past cannot be retrieved, why not embrace the future?

And this is His temporal pincer attack!

Relying on his extraordinary wisdom, he successfully condensed most of his will into this small fragment, faked his death to escape, and crossed the river of time to arrive at a world he had long ago chosen.

This is a tiny, extremely remote, and primitive planet, far removed from the War in Heaven. It was discovered by chance, and out of curiosity, He even threw a meteorite at it, wiping out a group of the Beast.

After traversing the river of time, this world unsurprisingly regained its vitality and gave rise to a large number of intelligent beings that resonated with the Sea of Souls, which were also extremely useful materials.

Upon discovering that his enemies, traitors, and even his own people had all vanished, he became extremely cautious and unusually took care of his property.

He watched these little creatures evolve step by step, becoming qualified test subjects under His guidance, and knew that his opportunity had arrived.

After all, in this era where all races are in utter decline, the Void Dragon is invincible!

Moreover, He believed that this time He would never repeat the same mistake. He would make these slaves obey Him, respect Him, love Him, and ultimately elevate Him to the highest position.

I've been so careful, how could I possibly fail? After all, I am Void Dragon with astonishing wisdom!

He happily began to dance, deciding to step onto the stage. After so many years of hard work nurturing him, it was time to enjoy himself.

Then, he decided to make these slaves pay tribute to him, to enjoy a young girl every day, and to fill their souls with despair and fear, because only in this way could he better mobilize the Sea of Souls and make the deliciousness last longer and be more fragrant.

Moreover, unlike His kind, He will not exploit others to the point of Ruinous Depletion. His ambition is to become the supreme being, and He needs a group of soulful beings as His followers.

According to the original mythology of these little fleshy people, he is the Messiah, he is the savior.

Since I am the savior, once I control the power of the Sea of Souls, I will bestow upon this race unparalleled technology, as well as the astonishing wisdom that belongs only to me.

And I elevated them to a race worthy to be my subjects, leading them to conquer the stars.

And this is my way! My path! I am Omnissiah!

"Oh? There's actually a knight who dares to defy me! Instead of running away, you're charging at me? You're quite the knight I admire!"

Although shattered, it remains Cosmic Star God, still possessing the power to devour stars and easily tear apart a planet.

"Alright, I'm tired of eating those weak, helpless, fearful little fleshy people every day. Today, I'll let you, my little knight, please me!"

PS: Happy New Year!