Three Hundred and Sixty Li to Go~ (6K)

"Old Man Huang in a terrible state! What good food can he possibly eat? It's nothing more than coffee and bread, or maybe a stew."

"Unlike us, even if you're out in the world, with your brothers here, I guarantee you'll grow big and strong."

Three days have passed since they entered the Demon Realm, and in these three days, the four-person team has done nothing but play cards, sunbathe, and occasionally hunt for some wild game to satisfy their hunger.

This isn't laziness; something's wrong with this demonic realm.

Just as the Realm of Slaughter makes people irritable and makes it easy to develop a superhuman physique, the Tzeentch awakens people's astonishing wisdom and turns them into sharp-headed lunatics, the Slaanesh makes people obsessed with desires and lose themselves in endless indulgence and pleasure.

As for the Stagnant Rot Realm, needless to say, once you've jumped into the cesspool, you can only eat shit. And the same is true for the Nanta heaven beneath the Devouring Abyss.

According to Mordred's "Guide to the Customs and Culture of the Warp," although Warp Entity vary in size and strength, even those ranging from Chaos Gods to weaklings, all reside in the same warp realm as themselves.

If you find the right method, you can deduce the general characteristics of the demon realm and its customs and culture based on the style of the Chaos God.

After all, class struggle is the most brutal thing, and this truth applies everywhere. Making Nurgle build a Crystal Maze in the Garden of Nurgle is more painful than killing Him, and the Nurgle immediately becomes the Nurgle.

As for which Nurgle it is, don't worry about it. Even a steel- Nurgle is still Nurgle. To be even more general, a kind Old Man who is very opposed to urbanization can also be called Nurgle.

Greedy Dissolution, as its name suggests, is characterized by devouring; it is a true the Great Devourer, representing the most basic desire for survival among living beings.

Like an insatiable Ouroboros, it harbors extreme greed for everything in the world, located in the south of the Eight-pointed Star, even more extreme than Slaanesh neighboring Nurgle.

There are four such extreme divine positions: Erosion and Destruction, Invisible Twisting, Vile Arts, and Greedy Dissolution. It is impossible for a normal person to attain these positions, and once you do, you can forget about being a normal person.

This is why the Four Merchants messed up. They once thought the Yellow Skins was nothing to fear and that they could control the Dark King. After all, four against one was an insurmountable advantage. In short, the advantage was in their hands.

The last person to say that has already played Boom Beach, and unsurprisingly, the Four Merchants also messed it up.

In the early days of the 30k Emperor couldn't defeat any of the Chaos God, but back then, the Emperor was human. However, as the Great Crusade expanded, the Emperor's power increased rapidly, faster than if he had activated a system cheat.

Add to that the millennia-long prayers and worship of the Imperium of Man, and after all that time, it's hard to call the Emperor human, but he's not quite God-Human. And he's someone who, with the slightest mistake, could become the strongest being in the world, a bomb capable of single-handedly destroying the entire world.

Whenever Mordred gets carried away, he uses the Yellow Skins to remind himself that he is not Long Aotian; the real Long Aotian is sitting on the toilet.

But Mordred has one advantage that the Emperor lacks: its perpetually unchanging high-dimensional properties.

And don't be so indignant. A being with higher dimensions is a power. Mordred has already suffered all the torment of her life while entering this cesspool, and that's a fact.

Due to Mordred's eternally unyielding high-dimensional nature, even Chaos God cannot corrupt him; on the contrary, they will be led astray by him.

So when Mordred sat down in the position of the Greedy Dissolution, he did not become a slave to desire; instead, he simply became a little more greedy.

As for the specific rules of this demonic realm, Mordred didn't know either. After all, 10,000 years had passed, and he couldn't possibly remember what he was thinking during those brief five seconds.

Moreover, he had never been a god before and had no concept of it at all. He relied entirely on instinct and imagination, so it's likely that this demonic realm was generated based on the stereotypical memories in his mind.

But he had already discovered one thing: this place was particularly prone to hunger, although sunbathing could restore his stamina.

For example, right now, Guilliman's Ambition body is squatting by the campfire, his big butt sticking out to tend the fire, while he stirs the mushrooms in the pot at Mordred's instruction.

"Second Brother, this smells so good!"

"Of course! This is a juvenile wild red umbrella mushroom, the original juvenile version of the Atlas Mushroom Knight. Don't be fooled by its fearsome One-Punch Mushroom as an adult; its juvenile form is a delicious ground mushroom."

These free-range mushrooms don't need many seasonings. Simply wash them, peel both sides, slice them into thin slices, and then garnish with readily available wild ginger and a sprinkle of salt.

If you like soup, you can use it to make soup. If you find it too troublesome, you don't even need to make soup. Just put it in a pot and simmer it until the water is extracted. It will taste extremely delicious.

Put out the fire quickly, and eat it while it's still warm from the charcoal fire; the front is tender and the back is fragrant.

And while you're eating, keep your hands busy. Quickly roast all those mushrooms; they're our food reserve for the next phase.

Without any hesitation, Guilliman decisively grabbed a slice of mushroom and stuffed it into his mouth, along with some groundcherry he had plucked from the ground. He finally got his fill.

As for the other three, they were not left behind either. As Guilliman ate, Mordred, Zhuang Sen, and Sisyphus could all taste the delicious flavor. It was a meal that could be eaten in four ways, a truly perfect meal.

"Speaking of which, Second Brother, with the four of us eating and drinking here, aren't you worried about your offspring?"

Sisyphus's question was quite strange, Mordred replied that he was underestimating his son, "Tom is my Eighth Company Captain, and a veteran who fought against the Yellow Skins in the Unification Wars."

No matter what, I was once a five-second god. This Demon Realm is exactly the same as my hometown. Our Serenity land is full of energy, and everything that grows is bigger and bigger, just like Tom's cleverness.

Hmph~ Coming back here is just like coming home. He's probably hiding in some corner right now, living a leisurely life. I just don't know why I can't contact him through this Mind Network."

"Indeed!" Zhuang Sen added, "Little sister, you don't know this, but Tom and I are actually very close, like brothers. There aren't many who can escape alive from my hands, let alone with Sanguinius right next to him."

"Yes, yes, you haven't met Sanguinius, so you don't know. He was the most sensible among us brothers; otherwise, I wouldn't have recommended him as the emperor of the Second Imperium back then!"

Upon hearing this, the three leaders of the Second Imperium burst into laughter. Zhuang Sen and Mordred even teased him, saying, "You really Ambition, now you're not even pretending anymore."

"Why should I continue acting? The blame has already been placed on my head, so it doesn't matter whether I act or not."

Besides, this Second Imperium isn't solely my responsibility. With the Astronomican extinguished, everyone is in fear; the worst-case scenario is the destruction of Holy Terra. At this time, it's crucial to unite people's hearts and minds. Didn't I do the right thing?

Besides, I was only nine hours late that time. With one Warp storm after another, it was already a miracle that I made it to Tallarn in the end. Otherwise, who would have taken over this mess? It would have been me, Robert Guilliman!

Guilliman, who had been suppressing his feelings for a long time, finally got his chance and poured out his grievances to the three of them. But he didn't stop working either, having already baked a large bag of dry rations.

Since his main body is still serving as a decoration in the Imperial Palace, Mordred cannot use his dimensional pocket, which is filled with all sorts of junk and miscellaneous items. Fortunately, Guilliman is a respectable man and likes to wear a cloak when he goes out, which can be used as a bag.

Mushrooms stave off hunger, oranges quench thirst, and Guilliman, carrying a large bag full of food, strode towards the dark path winding down the mountainside.

"Below this path is a forest, not much of a place, but beyond that forest lies an endless grassland, where you'll probably find some primitive settlements or something. Maybe you can even catch a pheasant to eat."

"So we can't go on a picnic then?"

"Of course! With me leading the way, it's like a picnic! But I remember this road isn't that long, so why are there frogs croaking nearby?"

Mordred didn't pay attention to these minor differences; after all, there was a river below the cliff, and frogs in the river—that made perfect sense.

But if he let Guilliman look down, he would likely find that he was wrong, terribly wrong, because it was not an ordinary toad at all, but a cursed toad that did not belong to this world and only existed in his memory!

Mordred didn't do that; he simply considered it his hometown until Guilliman left the Narrow-Sky Forest.

Gazing at the endless expanse of towering buildings before them, the three individuals in the consciousness space couldn't help but look at Mordred: "This is the vast grassland you spoke of? Where's the grass?"

"I had no idea! How was I supposed to know it would turn out like this? Wait, something seems to be moving on that tower!"

Following Mordred's thoughts, Guilliman turned to look at the distant tower. With the Primarch's superhuman senses, Guilliman not only saw the tower clearly, but also recognized what was on it.

"Oh, it's the Z72b Great General Cannon, with the Dark Angels's sword wing emblem on it. Zhuang Sen, look! Aren't these the cannons that Pepe you out of back then?"

How Could get here?! Holy crap!

Without giving Guilliman a chance to say anything more, the moment he realized something was wrong, Zhuang Sen took over and manipulated Guilliman into a huge leap that sent him plummeting off the cliff.

Just as Guilliman plummeted downwards, a blazing ball of light struck the forest they had just been standing in, instantly vaporizing the entire area.

If he hadn't run fast, that shot might have killed Guilliman, but Guilliman was also burned by the intense High Temperature, with half of his arm carbonized.

Strangely, after the forest was instantly erased from the map, it grew back within five seconds, and Guilliman's injuries were instantly healed.

In an instant, the world changed color. The warm and pleasant golden sunlight vanished, and the surrounding landscape instantly transformed into a gray and desolate place, like ashes that had been completely drained.

An indescribable, intense hunger struck instantly, and before he even landed, Guilliman's stomach began to rumble, even though he had eaten his fill of mushrooms earlier.

"Something's not right. I feel completely drained, like my body has been completely drained."

"Me too, I feel like something is draining my power."

That indescribable hunger affected not only Guilliman, but also Sisyphus and Zhuang Sen, as if the whole world was desperately demanding something, and they were that piece of meat.

"Wait, didn't you notice Guilliman is glowing?"

Mordred's words reminded everyone, and when they looked down, they saw that Guilliman was glowing all over, especially his arm, from which tiny specks of light were emanating.

This scene instantly reminded Mordred of something, and he immediately channeled his inner demons, opening his backpack and stuffing the mushroom slices into his mouth.

After eating nearly a third of the dry rations, the hunger gradually subsided, and the rate at which power was being drained also began to decrease, eventually settling at a state that could instantly drain an ordinary person, but would only make the Primarch feel uncomfortable.

"Brothers, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear?"

"OK."

"The good news is that this demonic realm is incomplete, inherently flawed, and it is frantically devouring everything that can help it grow."

Moreover, looking at the environment, I also know which template this demonic realm spontaneously adopted when I ascended to godhood. This place is a cage, just like us Atlas, which slowly absorbs the scattered fragments of souls.

If we can't replenish our supplies, driven by hunger, we'll gradually weaken, and I don't know what will become of us in the end."

"What kind of good news is this?" Sisyphus asked, puzzled, before asking what the bad news was.

Mordred didn't say what the bad news was, but Zhuang Sen said it for him, because he was the first to sense the danger and the first to see the enemy operating the Great General Cannon at the top of the tower.

Coincidentally, he and Sanguinius were also witnesses to Mordred being infused with Puff and ascending to godhood, and to the All Ascended to Demon Atlas being transformed into demons. He was even chased by Mordred, who was driven by instinct, for half a star field.

"It's the Burning Legion! And Atlas has lost his mind."

Zhuang Sen was all too familiar with it; he would never forget what that thing was in his entire life. It was Atlas, only it had become Mycelial Symbiosis and was no longer Atlas.

It had a distinctive horn on its head, a tail behind it, four arms with sharp claws, and that cunning, sneaky attitude of always shooting from the shadows rather than confronting the enemy head-on. Even if it turned to ashes, he would still remember it.

At that time, Atlas could no longer be called human; they were nothing more than a bunch of mushroom spirits, with the added attributes of Daemon, infinite mana, and the ability to multiply through battle, making them an opponent that no intelligent being wanted to encounter.

Thanks to the special mechanism of the Caden bug, under the crazy infusion of Warp, as long as Mordred, the mother entity, does not die, the Burning Legion, which has infinite mana and is integrated with the mycelium, will never die.

The result was that the Burning Legion advanced triumphantly through the Warp, storming from the Devouring Abyss into the Four Gods.

The Physical World is in complete chaos. Mordred has become a mutated homeworld that proliferates infinitely and devours reason and flesh. In addition, he is, after all, the Primarch, the former Warmaster of the Imperium of Man.

The Lizardmen were all sacrificed, and humans were passively sacrificed, especially since there were many Mordred worshippers among the Imperial soldiers, not to mention the Legion Demon.

The combination of these three factors, under the indulgence of the Warp, somehow managed to make things work out for him, ultimately forcing the Four Merchants and the Emperor to form a desperate alliance.

But this did not ultimately solve the problem. Instead, it was through his father's influence that Mordred committed suicide, thus ending this divine calamity.

"It's not because of my father's influence," Mordred interrupted. "If the Yellow Skins had any emotional intelligence, so many problems wouldn't have arisen. It's because once I ascend to godhood, all my offspring will become sacrifices, and I don't want my Atlas to disappear."

One more thing, when the Yellow Skins found me, it wasn't as imposing as you all imagine. By the way, Zhuang Sen, where did you hear this tale from?

Don't you know that the Yellow Skins, in his desperate attempt to get me to commit suicide, has shamelessly dressed up as a woman and performed for money? That painting in the Imperial Palace was painted by me, and that dark-skinned hottie in it is your father."

"

For some reason, Zhuang Sen felt confused upon hearing this little secret, but at the same time, he felt a strange joy. As if possessed by Perturabo, he instantly twisted up and huddled in a corner, wrinkling into a large green orange.

This greatly shocked Sisyphus, who had been silently observing from the sidelines in his consciousness space. No wonder she found some erotic figurines in the Imperial Palace when she was pretending to be Centurion. No wonder I've never seen my mother before. It turns out my father is my mother, and my mother is my father!

"Smack!"

Before this unfortunate creature could even begin to daydream, Mordred kicked her to the ground. "What's with your vivid imagination, you idiot? Yellow Skins is Yellow Skins, not some Knoroth. There's no such thing as self-production and self-consumption. We have a biological mother, her name is Eldar."

However, on the other hand, your problem is a bit special. Not only do you have Eldar, but you also have a stepmother named Dahl, and you are the heir to the Randan Empire!

"What? I'm the heir to the Xenos Empire?"

"Shut up, all of you!" A loud shout rang out, and it was none other than Guilliman, who had been silent all along. "Second Brother, are you hiding something from us? You're not usually this talkative; you usually only humiliate people to their faces after you've beaten them up."

"How Could? How could I possibly hide it from you? Don't you believe me? Zhuang Sen, Sisyphus, you two, say something!"

When it comes to riddles, besides Alpharius and Omega, which are the two that are professionally matched, Mordred is second only to the Emperor. This bastard always has all sorts of amazing plans. He can do things like Cyclone Torpedo in his brother's hometown, and even in his own home.

But you can't lie in this space of consciousness. Although you can't see his face, Mordred can't hide anything. His consciousness light is flashing wildly, like a flashbulb. If they don't have something to hide, they must be blind.

Seeing that he could not hide it any longer, Mordred had no choice but to tell the truth, "My legion was not destroyed. I did my best to preserve Atlas's soul, but as you know, they fought for five thousand years inside the Yellow Skins, and in the end, only 3,304 of them survived."

Do you know where the 880,000 Spartan Warriors who also belonged to Atlas Space Marine, the Dog-men who fought alongside me, the Auxilia of Atlas, and the Legion Demon who also called me "boss" went?

Looking around, Mordred pointed to every blade of grass and tree, and to the ruins that were now dilapidated and only had embers remaining.

"My men are all here, they are all waiting for me to come back, waiting for me to rescue them from this cage that should have been destroyed."

I don't know how long they held on, but some of them survived. I can never go home again, but I want them to go home.

This is only human nature. Guilliman thought of the Macragge who were slaughtered by the Night Lords. He knew that the Night Lords did not do it on purpose, but were swept up by the Chaos. However, he still harbored resentment and ultimately turned a blind eye to those legions with Dark History.

Zhuang Sen also thought of Luther. Because of a mysterious Orbital Bombardment, he lost his last chance to reconcile with Luther, and his offspring were wronged for thousands of years. Even now, he doesn't know which bastard bombed his Caliban.

"Forget it, let bygones be bygones. No one will be prejudiced against them because of this. They went mad not because of betrayal, but because of those four bastards."

"Yes, 10,000 years have passed, and the empire has become like this. I don't even care about those delusional offspring who fight amongst themselves; I've shown leniency and forgiveness to everyone. Why have you become so hesitant? We're brothers!"

"Ki" "Sen"

"Mo." ×2

"Good brothers forever! Waaaaah~"

Looking at the three clumps of light huddled together in the space of consciousness, Sisyphus felt she shouldn't be standing there; she should be lying on the ground. The thought that these three nagging creatures were actually her brothers made her feel that this empire was doomed sooner or later.

"The three of you combined are older than human history, so stop with this pointless lustful nonsense. Can someone tell me where we are and what we're supposed to do?"

Glancing at this rude ingrate, the three giants of the Second Imperium snorted in unison, "Why are you rushing me? No matter what, this Demon Realm was created based on my memories. If I'm not mistaken, there should be a supply point here, which is the campfire."

Once we reach the campfire, our power won't be drained. After we find Tom and get my sword back, I'll send a telegram to the Yellow Skins, asking him to send electricity to the void.

"His buttocks are itchy, and I'm so poor in this Demon Realm I'm practically grinning from ear to ear. Using Old Man Huang's hook to provide disaster relief to the Demon Realm—wouldn't that solve both our problems?"

Where exactly is this so-called campfire you're talking about?

Seeing everyone looking at him, Mordred immediately kicked Guilliman aside to cover up his embarrassment, took control of the body, and commanded, "Although I only played through those games via video before, I am the King of Elden, a three-time playthrough expert, a shield-piercing powerhouse, and resilience is the reason I am king."

Even without my swift pony, Guilliman is much faster than a horse, Zhuang Sen can Forestwalk, and you are the most talented stealth assassin.

"It's okay if you're not familiar with it, at least I have a general idea. It's just running around the map, right? I'll show you what real agility is. As long as we're out of aggro range, we'll be safe."

Seeing Mordred's confidence, the three of them, though they didn't know what he was talking about, were also infected by his confidence.

Are you ready?

"Ready!" ×3

As soon as he finished speaking, Sisyphus crouched down in the consciousness space, covering his head in defense, and added a layer of gray light to Guilliman to reduce his presence.

Zhuang Sen then initiated Forestwalk based on the location where he had jumped off the cliff. As for Guilliman, needless to say, as a noble fusion material, he didn't need to operate it at all; he could simply watch the show.

A cold, damp mist of Caliban billowed from the forest. Before the artillery barrage could strike, Mordred, who had strolled to the edge of the forest, seamlessly transitioned to a series of Prairie Walker.

Perhaps seeing this behavior as provocation, those Atlas, driven only by instinct, peeked out from various dark and shady corners, retaliating with the energy weapons they could still use, with lightning fireballs, witchcraft curses, and their own sharp teeth, claws, swords, and spears.

For the first time, Mordred hated the Legion's widespread use of energy weapons. He regretted stealing Zhuang Sen's Great General Cannon; if they had all used live ammunition, he wouldn't have needed to dodge and could have just taken the hits.

Fortunately, Guilliman is not useless. With someone else using his account to play, he can use Psychic Power. Even though the thick Psychic Power shield is constantly weakened and absorbed by the surrounding environment, it's better to have it than nothing.

Relying on their thick shields and skillful movements, sometimes flashing and sometimes rolling, the four-person team managed to break through this deadly path and successfully arrived at the foot of the complex. The only thing blocking their way was an unremarkable, dilapidated wooden door.

This thing couldn't be stopped, let alone the Primarch, or even an ordinary soldier. Mordred leaped into the air, intending to make a stylish entrance.

He had already calculated that the firepower, powerful enough to melt Titan, wouldn't harm him at all. He had previously seen that these buildings were indestructible; once inside, he would be perfectly fine.

"Bang!"

"Um?

In his final moments before losing consciousness, Mordred saw only a sky full of gunfire and a line of small print popping out from the broken wooden door. "Door cannot be opened from the front."

Five seconds later, looking at the warm and peaceful golden sunlight all around, listening to the waves crashing against the cliffs, and seeing those familiar little houses, Mordred finally realized that Guilliman seemed to have been recklessly killed by him just now.

"Holy crap! Who designed this map?"