A Pair of Star-Crossed Lovers!

Is that you in the photo?

"It was me! I was very thin back then."

Their eyes met. Mordred was speechless as he looked at the "Sanguinius" before him, who, even though he was just a lump of soul, deliberately displayed a thick head of golden hair. Then, after glancing at the pair of pure white wings, he lost all desire to speak.

"Dude, it's one thing to fool others, but don't fool yourself!"

Having taken control, Zhuang Sen stood up, holding a Sanguinius's Promotional Poster in his left hand, while using Mordred's Star God Power to create another poster in his right.

The two posters, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiched the Sanguinius's head in the middle. With this reference point, the difference became immediately apparent. The so-called Sanguinius in front of us was not nearly as handsome as the Sanguinius in the painting; his face was rather rugged, and even the style of the paintings was different.

"Horus, the person in this painting isn't you! What are you doing?"

"I also said that the person in this photo isn't me; the first one is!"

"Horus, don't be like that. We won't look down on you. Just admit it. Look how cool the second one is!"

"What do I need to claim? I am Sanguinius!"

No matter how the eldest Second Son tried to test him, the Sanguinius stubbornly refused to admit it, insisting no matter what he was asked, "I am Sanguinius, I am the Great Angel, I am the Legion Commander of the Blood Angels, I am the ninth son of the Emperor, I am the Ninth Brother!"

"You're talking nonsense! I'd recognize Sanguinius even if he were ashes. You're not Sanguinius at all, you're Horus Lupercal."

Snatching the reins, and surrounded by a group of spirits, Guilliman grabbed the so-called Sanguinius and demanded, "You say you are Sanguinius, then I ask you, who is the emperor of the Second Imperium?"

It's me!

"Ha~ You bastard, you admit it now, huh? Let me tell you, Sanguinius has never considered himself the emperor of the Second Imperium. There is no such thing as a Second Imperium in this world, not one!"

"What is the Second Imperium?" Sisyphus asked.

"None of your business, kid, go play somewhere else." ×3

Even with all the evidence laid bare, Horus still wouldn't admit it, stubbornly insisting that I was Sanguinius: "Then I must have misremembered. You all know I've been asleep for so long, it's normal for my memory to be faulty. And look at my wings, my thick golden hair, I am Sanguinius!"

The three brothers, now back in their consciousness space, met up, Mordred immediately cursed, "Has this idiot gone mad? Give me back my thick blond hair! Look at that face of his, I don't even want to talk about him!"

"Exactly, everyone knows Horus was bald. Calling him Mediterranean Sea is an understatement; now that he has hair, he's denying it."

"What can we do? We can't force him to admit it, even if he insists. Besides, who among us knows the details of Sanguinius' appearance? Anyone who sees him now would call him a Great Angel."

"Don't worry, I have a way!" Mordred, who had taken up Guilliman again, grinned and grabbed the dazed Loken next to him. He kneaded Loken's soul in his large hands, rolling it into a small ball like a bead.

"Horus, I accept that Sanguinius died by my sword, and I also accept that the souls of the Blood Angels were drawn here. So the question is, how did Loken come into my Ashen Herald?"

"I have no idea."

"Fine, I love your stubbornness. Since you don't know, let me warn you in advance: my Ashen Herald is broken and needs to be sent back for major repairs. What if it accidentally melts someone's offspring? You'll regret it!"

After all, I intend to resurrect all of these people, and you don't want to see these Moon Wolves as ghosts, do you?

That makes sense, after all, you're not Horus, you're Sanguinius.

"Whatever."

"???"

Mordred was taken aback by these words. He had clearly seen Horus's eyes darting around, yet this guy was telling him to do whatever he wanted, "You really think I can't do it?"

You can't do it.

"So you admit you're Horus?"

I didn't hear what you just said.

Mordred was even angrier. He was the one who had always blackmailed others, and now this bastard had taken advantage of him. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, but there was nothing he could do about it.

After all, no matter how wicked or inhuman Mordred was, he wouldn't do something like persecuting soldiers. He wasn't like Mai Paopao, who could drive a tank and act like a World War I veteran, only to end up saying the tracks were glued together.

"Fine, keep pretending all you want. But once we get to Holy Terra, I don't believe you can still play dumb like this. Honestly, I still don't understand what you're after."

Without any hesitation, Mordred grabbed them and instantly refined Ashen Herald. Wielding Ashbringer Mordred swung his blade, absorbing all the floating souls and creating three Chaos Energy Crystal based on their different types.

As for whether these thousands of Blood Angels would feel crowded crammed into a small crystal, Mordred didn't care; as long as they didn't die, that was all that mattered.

On a whim, Mordred immediately initiated the deportation process, carrying a bag of Golden Tree on his back, Tom's corpse tucked into his waistband, three large bags of bone fragments on his chest, and two buckets of fertilizer in his hands.

Despite the somewhat rough art style, Mordred is confident that if he can bring these wrecked items back, he can resurrect a group of Son of the Emperor: Blood Angels, Moon Wolves, Space Super Dogs, Spartan Warriors, and those Legion Demons who aren't quite dead yet.

Accompanied by a dizzying sensation of extreme physical discomfort, Mordred, carrying large bags and small packages, disappeared from this Chaos demonic realm. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dark and gloomy space.

Looking at the extinguished campfire and soup pot at his feet, and the messy layout of various odds and ends piled up around him, Guilliman immediately recognized where he was, and rather inconsiderately picked up the soup pot. "Why are you picking up my pot?"

"I'm going to heat up this soup for Mortarion. After all, the essence is concentrated in the soup. He was too full last time and didn't finish it, so we can't waste it."

That's absolutely true. After all, the soup was made with Mortarion, who was delivered via cesarean section from Mortarion 'Guilliman belly. Guilliman deserves credit for his efforts, even if he didn't do anything special, so it shouldn't be wasted.

After a brief pause to purify the Chaos magical energy within him, Mordred leaped out, bringing his comrades back to the Physical World.

However, Guilliman is not Morgan and cannot come and go as he pleases, so he must come out the same way he entered. So, where can they come out now?

The answer is definitely the mouth! It can't be the anus, can it?

Upon returning to his original body, Mordred immediately crouched down to regurgitate, and with a "plop," he vomited out a large clump of Guilliman covered in slime. Meanwhile, Zhuang Sen and the other person severed the connection to the Personality Excretion Device and returned to their original bodies.

Then the Primarchs realized something was wrong: why was the Imperial Palace so brightly decorated, and why were they themselves covered in all sorts of ornaments?

Before they could think it through, a voice interrupted their thoughts, "I still remember those 30 years. Those 30 years were the most peaceful days of my life. Those 30 years merged my ideals with yours, making them inseparable!"

I gave you a ring and told you that you were my Sagittarius. I clearly remember the look of immense pride in your eyes at that moment.

I hear the entire empire whispering your name Horus Lupercal, my First Returned Son, you have finally returned!

Sanguinius phantom emerged from the broken blade. Despite his stubbornness in front of his brother, Horus could no longer remain silent at this moment, gazing upon the broken soul silently enduring pain beneath that beautiful exterior.

"I was your First Returned Son, and those days were also the Best Time of My Life. We lived together for 30 years."

Year, just you and me, father and son!

"A bond has formed between us, unbreakable, stronger than any other bond between brothers, because none of them have spent as much time with you as I have."

Thirty years is not a long time. Compared to 40,000 years, 30 years is just a fleeting moment. But even so, I will never forget that time.

"Father! I'm back."

"It's good that you're back!"

Their eyes met, and they could no longer bear the pain of separation. Tears welled up in their eyes, and they embraced, unwilling to part for a long time.

This scene was so moving that even the most naysayers couldn't help but shed tears—what a load of rubbish!

Sisyphus blurted out, "What a pair of star-crossed lovers! Now I understand why no one wants to talk about this."

These two fussy things are my My Father and brother. Who am I? Where am I? Why am I being shown this stuff? You should all go eat shit.

"I don't want to see this!"