Saving Private Sanguinius

As the saying goes, a person's reputation is like a tree's shadow.

For the Void Dragon, it would never forget the knight who had humiliated it so severely, and that knight's name was Neos.

For the past 40,000 years, day and night, the Void Dragon has lived in humiliation, and still cannot understand why it was defeated by a knight from a backward world.

The first traitorous Necromancer in Necron only chose to backstab when the C'tan Massacre and the Old Ones were worn down to their last drop of health.

And how did the Necron manage to do it? They had Blackstone Fortress alone, and countless god-slaying weapons, and that was all done through ambush and sneak attacks.

But you, a classical knight from a backward world, just brandishing a broken stick at me and riding a beat-up horse, managed to seal me away.

The thought of that horse makes me even angrier. What normal horse could possibly walk on thin air and send me flying to Mars?! Are you kidding me?

The Void Dragon sometimes thought that it would have been better to be shattered into pieces during the War in Heaven and used as a battery by the Necron, rather than suffer such humiliation.

In the past forty thousand years, the Void Dragon has only made a move once, when it was about to fight Empress Zaidan, and then it was shelved.

Why doesn't the Void Dragon resist? Let me ask you! Why am I sealed in this Eternal Night Maze of Mars? Is it because I enjoy living here?

Look into my eyes!

Now that the old one has been defeated, the young one has appeared. When Mordred shouted "Father Neos, "the Void Dragon felt as if it were being spied on.

Through that gaze, the Void Dragon saw a sun, but the sun did not emit light or heat; instead, it was only endlessly cold, and its depths were pitch black.

In a mere instant, the Void Dragon assessed the strength of both sides, concluding that the advantage lay with him, not with me.

"Damn it, you said your name is Mordred, right? You're practically my half-son! Let go of my mouth right now, I'm not one for fighting."

The Void Dragon, having given up resistance, underwent a complete 180-degree turn in attitude, its eyes instantly becoming clear. "What's yours and mine? A guest from afar is a guest indeed!"

Mordred knew that Yellow Skins were effective, but he didn't expect them to be this effective; this was actually just a stereotype.

Despite his seemingly useless and pathetic appearance, and his abuse by his children, Emperor Old Man Huang is still, after all, the King of the Galaxy.

For humans, there are only four Warp Chaos God, but for other races, Chaos God are actually five, and the most terrifying one is the Yellow Skins.

Other Chaos God are Warp in the Warp. Even if a Chaos God wants to interfere with reality, it will take some effort and some tricks.

But Emperor are different. Regardless of whether their backsides are stuck on the throne or whether they are unable to move, they still have a physical form.

The lesser gods could easily field a football team, and the teams were subcontracted at every level, with even the lesser gods commanding a large imperial demon army.

And those so-called Living Saint, they can fool themselves if they want, but if anyone believes that this thing isn't Daemon, then their life is over. That's the Greater Daemon E!

And that doesn't even include the Cursed Legion that went on a rampage of arson in Nurgle's Garden.

Most importantly, humans are even more insane than Daemon, completely incomprehensible, shouting bizarre things like "For the Emperor, you Fealty, Xenos, die!" and threatening to kill you.

Moreover, if you defeat the small ones, the big ones will Canned One, and if you defeat the big ones, the Canned One will appear. As the number of canned goods increases, Canned One Canned One called "Chapter Master" will appear. Once you've survived all the Chapter Master, then you can just wait to die.

Seeing the Void Dragon lying on the ground in a rather humiliating manner, Mordred didn't do anything excessive; he simply mounted the Void Dragon.

"Smile! Why are you making such a long face? You need to be good at finding the beauty in life."

"What a load of rubbish! Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you. My life is ruined by your family. Enough talk, just do it!"

Action was inevitable, but Mordred was also reasonable. He reached out and grabbed the dejected dragon. "Look, we don't actually have any conflict. In fact, you've done me a favor. After all, if it weren't for your tail tip back then, I would have been screwed over by those Four Useless Ones- nothings."

"And I'm not here to kill you this time, I'm here to discuss cooperation."

"Come on, you're drooling, you think I can't tell? You just want my body, you're shameless."

"What's with all this talk of being lowly or shameless? It's called mutual benefit. You've lived in this Eternal Night Maze for so long, you have to pay some rent, don't you?"

"----"

Before he could finish speaking, the Void Dragon saw Mordred hugging the tip of its tail and wriggling around it in a rather lewd manner.

"What?"

"I checked to see if your development was normal, and sure enough, the tip of your tail has grown back. It's just the right time to return what I had."

This outrageous statement was so absurd that even the Void Dragon found it shameless. So, my tail isn't mine anymore, but yours?

But the arm can't twist the thigh; that cold star is squatting outside, and the Void Dragon has no way to resist. It can only watch Mordred hug its tail and bite and gnaw at it.

"Stop! Don't eat it here, I'll give it to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of the Void Dragon's tail snapped off instantly, and Mordred swallowed it whole.

Their eyes met, and seeing Mordred still staring at him with ill intent, the Void Dragon was truly anxious this time. "You want more?"

"Give me some more, I ate too fast and didn't taste it. Consider it a blood donation, it won't affect your well-being anyway. Besides, I'm not taking it for free, I can get you an internet connection, at least you won't be so bored."

This is like boiling a frog in lukewarm water. The Void Dragon had no choice but to repeatedly satisfy Mordred's cravings, eventually sacrificing a full third of its tail before the ordeal ended.

Looking at Mordred Collapsed on the Ground and occasionally spewing out Dimensional Lightning, the Void Dragon, a researcher, was quite curious, even though he was forced to cut off his own flesh, because he discovered that his fragments were being digested.

Although it was slow, digestion was still digestion, and the fragments were becoming part of Mordred's power as he digested them, assimilating the tainted Warp Energy.

"You want to become C'tan?"

"That's right, I am indeed moving closer to becoming C'tan, but as you can see, I cannot devour stellar energy to grow stronger like you C'tan; I can only plunder it in this way."

"That's because you're going in the wrong direction. Although I don't know why you're unaffected, the power within you is too mixed. If you want to become someone like me, you must—"

The Void Dragon paused for a moment. He probably knew what Mordred was. He was an extremely rare Outsider Wanderer, not the kind of scum that could be killed with a slap, but a fragment left behind by the collapse of a higher dimension.

This phenomenon only exists in theory, and is even impossible to occur, yet this strange thing has appeared right before our eyes.

Thinking about this, the Void Dragon suddenly felt that it wasn't a complete loss, but even if it wasn't a complete loss, it was still a loss in the end. So it came up with a rather unethical plan. "You must simulate the conditions when the C'tan was born, but I guess you, you idiot, can't do it. So you have a second option, which is to eat."

However, you need to find the right direction, choose something unclaimed, such as a destroyed C'tan.

"Then what if I call on the Yellow Skins to completely kill you?"

"No, no, no." The Void Dragon quickly added, surprised by the guy's quick reaction, "We're not a good match. Filling our stomachs is one thing, but it's not the right path."

"You humans cannot live without me. I am Omnissiah, the Machine God. Even the birth of you humans is closely related to me. I nurtured you."

The target I'm referring to is Llandu'gor, my unfortunate brother who was murdered by a traitor. Haven't you noticed how similar you two are? Equally greedy, equally craving flesh and blood, and even the Biotransference of those traitors was overseen by Him."

Compared to the Flayer had vanished without a trace, Mordred was more interested in the Void Dragon before him, since it was good for his brain.

But he was now too weak to swallow anything; the Khorne blood and Void Dragon fragments were fighting inside him, and he could only digest them slowly.

However, since Void Dragon mentioned Flayer, Mordred did not deny the suggestion. In fact, a long time ago, he realized that something was wrong with him. Despite consuming so many C'tan Fragments, he could only use the basic passive ability.

It's similar to increasing your mana to 40, but without unlocking any talent perks, relying solely on stats to survive.

As for whether the Void Dragon had ill intentions, Mordred didn't care. He figured he'd eat one bite or two bites anyway, and he could just keep exploiting the Void Dragon.

The promised treatment to the Void Dragon was not a lie. After Mordred called Udiya to release him, he indeed connected the Eternal Night Maze to the Divine Seal Network and shared a Divine Seal Terminal with the Yellow Skins.

But Mordred, having eaten too much, encountered a new problem: he was too big, having transformed into a monster hundreds of meters long, wide, and tall, not even counting the length of his tail.

He is now struggling to move because he has eaten too much. His limbs are indeed strong, but he can't reach the ground. In the end, he can only melt away his hind limbs and become a giant, scaly, short-tailed snake that wriggles and crawls on the ground.

By the time Mordred was towed to the Imperial Palace by a transport plane, Zhuang Sen and Sisyphus had been waiting for a long time and had already begun preparations for dealing with Guilliman.

To be honest, if Mordred weren't the Primarch, with his appearance that resembled Xenos even more than Xenos, he would have been eliminated long ago. There was no way he would have the chance to wriggle his way into this sacred Imperial Palace of Terra.

With four arms and a snake tail, if Fulgrim saw it, he would definitely be terrified. This is the stabbing Xenos that betrayed his good buddy Ferrus, and it's huge too.

But none of that matters. What matters is that with the final piece of the puzzle in place, Mordred has taken another step forward and sensed the mismatched account in the Demon Realm.

"Second Brother, are you sure the three of us want to go into your belly?"

"Nonsense, are you doubting my professionalism? I've already been very lenient by not letting you in through my ass, hurry up and merge!"

Sisyphus, who had been sprayed with spittle, wiped his face and, at Mordred's prompting, pulled out his tongue and placed the disgusting thing on his head.

Zhuang Sen, on the other hand, was much more decisive and didn't find it disgusting at all, but Guilliman was the most decisive, after all, he was the executor.

Everything was ready except for the final touch. After exchanging a glance, Mordred flicked the tip of its tail and, like a socket, connected itself back to the Emperor.

In a physical sense, the Emperor, Mordred, Zhuang Sen, Sisyphus, and Guilliman had at this point merged into one.

Mordred is the key, the Emperor is the battery and antenna, Zhuang Sen is the wheel that leads into the Demon Realm, and Sisyphus is the optical camouflage that blends in. Add Guilliman, the four-in-one Gundam, and it's practically the ultimate Fruit Ninja among the originals!

Once connected, Guilliman felt an unparalleled power, as if he were now Invincible Under Heaven, his temperament was elevated to an infinite level, and he possessed Mordred's nonchalance, Zhuang Sen's tolerance, Sisyphus's strength, and the Emperor's wisdom!

"Hahaha, power, unparalleled power! I feel invincible!"

"Shut up and get to work."

"Exactly, what's the use of just talking? You're still just a nobody."

"Get moving, Guilliman!"

Urged on by his brother, Kilimod El Zhenxibo started walking slowly, like a severely paralyzed patient, but soon his steps became smooth and he jumped onto Mordred's head like an ape.

Looking down at Mordred's Great Maw, even Mordred, from a third-person perspective, felt a little disgusted.

But none of that matters. What matters is that with Kilimod El Zhenxibo's earth-shattering leap, the Emperor immediately channeled his powerful Psychic Power into Mordred's body.

Meanwhile, Mordred was multitasking, using this immense energy as a base to connect to his long-lost demon realm.

"Now, Zhuang Sen, use Forest Walk!"

"Sisyphus, hurry up and use your invincible, low-profile presence!"

"Yellow Skins, increase your output! Guilliman, shut up!"

As the three siblings continued to exert their strength, an Obscurus Sector mist gate appeared from Mordred's body, radiating seven-colored light outwards.

The light was so intense that Mordred, standing beside the Golden Throne, radiated light from her entire body, turning the entire dungeon into a disco atmosphere.

While the plan to save Private Sanguinius was underway, a tall figure on Medusa II looked up at the sky.

"Ferrus, I will definitely rescue you, wait for me!"