My Father, Neos

Mordred couldn't help but laugh at the thought of what would happen next.

As expected, along with the Void Dragon's frustrated chant, a tall, magnificent horse with a red lightning bolt pattern on its head and its hooves treading on a vast expanse of lightning appeared on the horizon.

The golden armor shone brightly in the first rays of the morning sun, and the pure silver spear gleamed with a cold, radiant light. A crimson banner was tied to the spear, bearing the image of a golden Aquila carrying lightning.

The drawing of this Aquila was extremely poor; although it was called Aquila, Mordred thought it looked more like a fat chicken. But none of that mattered; what mattered was that the man had appeared.

"Hmph, dragon? Don't you know that the armor I'm wearing was a gift from His Majesty Diocletian? And this spear was carved for me by Eldar himself."

Charge, lightning! Let them never return!

A voice with a Central Asian accent rang out beside me; though it was just one person, it commanded the force of a thousand troops.

The sleeping dragon laughed, and the towering knight charged forward.

This was supposed to be a duel with no suspense, like Don Quixote charging toward an invincible windmill. But the Void Dragon was not a windmill, and the Knight was not Don Quixote. Instead, he was a cunning and treacherous Psychic Power behemoth with both mechanics and stats.

"I am a dragon, the dragon among dragons! The god among gods. I am the destined savior of your race, the Omnissiah."

The still-burning starlight surged and burned, matter was torn and twisted by an ancient being known as the Void Dragon, reality was shattered, dimensions were unfolded, and fluorescent green Dimensional Lightning surged from the mountains, overturning and tearing them apart.

Faced with such a monster, the ordinary knight showed no fear, only charging forward, uttering a sentence that the Void Dragon would forever resent. "Where did this bumpkin come from! What are you spouting nonsense about? Don't you know this place is under my protection Neos?"

Will we win? We will win! How Could an ordinary knight lose to the invincible Void Dragon? We will surely beat him to his knees and thoroughly Kiya!

Mordred watched quietly as the Chagatai had transformed into raised its hooves and, with unbelievable speed, trod through the void, carrying his Good Father Neos, crashing into the dragon.

This is not a myth, but it is more divine than any myth. The Knight Charge at the dragon and, to the dragon's incredulous gaze, pushed it into the sky, where it ultimately became a shooting star.

The dragon felt bewildered and confused. It was a god of the Material Universe, an eternal Void Dragon, yet it had been stabbed away by a knight from a backward planet.

Holy crap, is there no law? Is there no justice? Is the Physical Laws some kind of joke?

However, the dragon was confused, and so was the knight, who thought to himself, "As expected of a terrifying monster worth 30 gold, I couldn't even kill it with one shot."

And my best gun in all of Rome couldn't even pierce the dragon's scales. This was a fine gun that he had spent all his savings on, hired the best blacksmith, and even had Eldar personally carve patterns for him.

Primitive humans weren't smart, but they were strong. Who says a spearhead that can't pierce through ca Undead?

Seeing this, Mordred felt sorry for the Void Dragon; the unfortunate creature had been dragged all the way from Terra to Mars by Yellow Skins carrying a small wooden stick.

Even now, the Emperor was still wondering why he hadn't killed the dragon with a single spear thrust. That was the best spear in all of Rome!

What if the gun can't pierce through? Then you can only say they're being unreasonable.

When Mordred stepped into the last dream bubble, he saw the Yellow Skins carrying the Void Dragon and slamming it to the ground, but no matter what he did, the spear just couldn't penetrate the Void Dragon's body.

Just then, a voice suddenly echoed from the void, a voice that shifted constantly, carrying a sharp, mocking tone. "Your strength is dwindling. Strike His throat; the soft scale below His throat is His weak point."

Dragons have a reverse scale, and touching it means certain death. The Void Dragon also has such a reverse scale, a crack left when it was shattered during the War in Heaven.

The Emperor did as he was told. Not only did he do it, but he also exclaimed that there were still many good people in the world. Everyone in the Empyrean spoke kindly and was willing to do practical things. I love this place.

Seeing this, Mordred was speechless. He thought that the voice was 50% Tzeentch and 50% Joker, but whichever it was, it was a complete fraud, and the Emperor actually believed it.

No wonder Little Ma was a one-eyed Sunburned Ogryn back then, spending his days either making Psychic Power phone calls or exploring the wondrous wonderlands of the Warp —he just took after Old Man Huang.

So I wronged Little Horse back then. He was just a child. The fault wasn't his; it was the Yellow Skins's!

Meanwhile, Mordred finally crossed these dream bubbles and arrived at a cave, where he saw the Void Dragon lounging in the cave, taking a nap.

"Hmm? Sleeping in! Why are you sleeping?"

"Idiot, if I can't get out, what the hell am I supposed to do if I'm not sleeping? Fuck your mother!" The slightly foul-mouthed Void Dragon rolled over while cursing, and even took the opportunity to give Mordred middle finger.

If an ordinary person dared to insult him, Mordred would have slapped them long ago, but he simply couldn't understand why the arrogant Cosmic Star God had become like this.

"Why? Shouldn't the normal procedure be that I fight you for 300 rounds first, then lose and be defeated, and then turn the tables and humiliate you thoroughly while you're spouting some villainous insults?"

Upon hearing this, the Void Dragon rolled its eyes, and its massive body began to shrink gradually, eventually becoming only about the size of a human girl.

Her silver-white hair cascaded down to her waist, her emerald green pupils sparkled, a wide robe woven from Living Metal draped over her body, and a strange-looking silver crown adorned her head.

The good news is that the Void Dragon has transformed into human form and appears to be able to communicate. The bad news is that the Void Dragon now resembles the Emperor, and is even identical except for its skin color.

"What, do you find it strange that I look like this? What era are we living in? Still doing those boring Brave Hero tales? I'm Void Dragon, and I'm not stupid!"

"Could you please watch your mouth? You're making a bad impression."

"What image?" The Void Dragon, who had walked up to Mordred, tripped Mordred with a sweeping leg and then stomped on his chest. "Ever since I was imprisoned by that idiot, I haven't been able to get out. All I do every day is sleep, and I have to listen to those morons buzzing in my ear. What image do I need? It's not me who's wrong, it's the whole world."

And let me tell you, you newbie, behave yourself. I'm the boss here. This stupid Emperor is really stingy; he won't even give prisoners single cells.

Wait, you're not the C'tan? Why do you look so familiar?

The Void Dragon residing in the Eternal Night Maze are somewhat neurotic, perhaps because they have coexisted with humans for so long that they have also adopted the silly and abstract nature of humans.

Long-forgotten, fragmented memories began to resurface. He suddenly remembered the identity of this strange fellow being before him, the fleeting glimpse in the mountains along the Mediterranean Sea coast, the four-armed the Beast on the mother planet Zaidan, the mutated mother planet during the destruction, and this strange thing before him.

Thinking of this, the Void Dragon pounced on Mordred like a stray dog spotting a yellowish-brown paste. "Hahaha, my plan worked! That bastard is a madman, he actually did it! No wonder you smell like me, and that idiot Burning One too."

But wait, you not only have fragments of the C'tan on you, but also those damned Orks, Aeldari, Warp Entity, and the scent of the Old Ones. What is this?

Looking beyond the surface, Mordred was unable to conceal her identity before this physical deity and was immediately excommunicated.

Just as the Void Dragon was about to explore further and analyze Mordred's ultimate essence hidden beneath his skin, it suddenly stopped and adopted a "you can't fool me" attitude. "No way. You haven't resisted yet. You want me to go in by myself, right? You can't fool me. I'm not falling for your tricks."

The last person to glimpse Mordred's true nature was the Emperor, who almost became a fool, forcing him to sacrifice a pawn to save the king, burning those indescribable aberrations and contaminations.

But running away wasn't so easy. Mordred grabbed the Void Dragon's ankle and held it firmly in his arms.

"Brother, don't be so formal. You're all alone here, so why not give me some meat to satisfy my craving?"

What a load of rubbish! Although I don't know exactly what Mordred is, the fact that he carries the scents of myself and the Burning One proves that his motives are impure, and that C'tan can devour each other.

Silver-white dragon scales reappeared, and the Void Dragon's body instantly expanded, transforming once again into the terrifying giant dragon wielding Dimensional Lightning.

Mordred was no ordinary person. Since he had come, he was prepared to take it by force. He also transformed into a mutated dragon and opened his mouth to bite the Void Dragon.

In an instant, Emerald Lightning flashed as the Void Dragon wielded its Dimensional Lightning, while Mordred also wielded his own, though his Dimensional Lightning wasn't as green as the Void Dragon's, but rather had a reddish tinge.

This scene enraged the Void Dragon even more. It was already wronged; the slave test subjects it had painstakingly raised were sealed on Mars by the Emperor before it could even eat them, and the Emperor had also stolen its Human Completion Project.

I can't even beat that Yellow Skins, but you, a mutated Chimera, dare to act wildly in front of me? Do you really think I have no temper?

"I have been imprisoned for forty thousand years and sealed in this dungeon. Now you dare to trespass into my territory? You are courting death!"

Before the Void Dragon could unleash its power, Mordred Genestealer bit its tail and shouted, "My father, Neos!"

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