Waking Up to an Imperium a Thousand Times More Decayed

Because he's tasted so many, Mordred has to have a good bite every time he sees Yellow Skins and Horus appear together; he's gotten used to it now.

According to the deductions of the three gambling dogs, the Emperor, Horus, and Mordred, when Horus, the Imperial Warmaster, became the bait, the grand plan was already half completed.

Kings do not meet kings, generals do not meet generals. After Mordred revealed all the information he knew, the three of them discussed a plan: Horus would act as bait, Mordred would ambush him halfway, and the Emperor would maintain stability in the middle.

Great Heresy is inevitable, and the leader of the rebellion is uncertain. In that case, why not provide a definitive answer upfront? It's better than the Guilliman Great Heresy!

In order to prevent Horus from being completely defeated, Mordred must share the burden, at least ensuring that, with the blessing of the Four Gods, he can kill Horus and reclaim his soul essence.

The plan was well-made. To minimize the losses, the entire empire spent five years laying the groundwork, devising countless Smoke Bomb and decoy plans, and even developing a contingency plan for a major Emperor Great Heresy.

Unexpectedly, the Four Merchants pulled a fatal blow, using another broken Timeline to collide with the world, instantly shattering the entire galactic layout, and then going all in.

All the players are gambling, and the result is that no one wins; everyone is a loser, and there are no winners.

But none of that matters. What matters is that, according to rumors, Horus has been stuffed into a puff pastry and is already in the late stages of dementia. He's still muttering about that damned Centaur Ring on his hand.

There were even classic scenes Chaos Warmaster's aunt-like smile, the Soul of Vengeance reciting the menu, and all the generals being too shocked to speak, and the father loving me and I loving my father.

Honestly, if Mordred were Abaddon back then, he would have already been planning his escape on the holographic map by the time Horus announced the menu.

"I never thought I'd see this show again after ten thousand years. It's back, everything is back."

"Who says otherwise? It makes me hungry just looking at it."

The Lion King glanced at Guilliman, then at the pot of indescribable thick soup he was still holding in his arms, and finally managed to utter only half a sentence: "I'm already full. I didn't expect you could still eat."

But an old hand is an old hand; after all, she's eaten enough excrement that she's developed antibodies against the tragic love of lovers. Sisyphus, on the other hand, has never seen anything like this before.

"I don't want to hear it, I don't want to see it. If this continues, I'll gouge out my own eyes and deafen myself."

Still young and vulnerable, Mordred decided to give this young woman a good talking-to. "You find it unacceptable because you're looking at this old lady's behavior with the eyes of a normal person, but if you think about it from the other side, it makes perfect sense."

"Think about it the other way around? Second Brother, are you even thinking straight? Aren't we normal people?"

Zhuang Sen remained silent, Guilliman was quiet, Mordred curled his lip. Even they couldn't say they were normal people, after all, what normal person grows to be over 3 meters tall at eight years old!

"Think of it this way: you are a wild child born by the roadside, and your neighbor uncle adopted you, but he is mentally ill, and you go back and forth between being beaten and starving every day."

Your uncle is no good either; he's a gangster, and you're a gangster too. You could say that once you're a hoodlum, you'll be a hoodlum for life."

"That's right, and you're no different from an ordinary person right now. You don't have the powerful body of Primarch, and you're even weaker than a normal person," Zhuang Sen added.

"Yes, he's just an ordinary person, until one day he can't take it anymore, he stabs everyone who bullied him and his uncle to death, and then waits there to die."

At that moment, a mature woman with long, straight black hair and brown skin rushed over, descending from the sky in a stunningly cool suit of golden armor.

Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, so tightly you could barely breathe. He cried and berated himself, still calling you "baby."

"Ah!" Sisyphus didn't understand, but she was deeply shocked. After all, she had also been an orphan since childhood and had never experienced this feeling before.

The story then continues with Guilliman's addition, since he does indeed have a mother. "And after this day, you have an expensive, beautiful mother, and your days of being beaten up on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, getting beaten up on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and having double the beatings on weekends are over."

"You'll be 135 being held by your mother while learning, 246 taking a bubble bath together, and on Sundays she'll tell you strange and interesting stories from all over the world. She'll give you whatever you want, even pluck the stars from the sky for you."

Zhuang Sen continued his embellishment, "That's right, it's stars in the physical sense. And after that, your mom happily asked you what constellation you liked, and you happily shared your thoughts with her."

Then Mom clapped her hands and said, "Great job! You're such a good son!" Then she took out a Centaur Ring from her pocket and said, "Mom loves centaurs the most, so I'm giving you this Gold Ring. You're Mom's centaur, okay?"

"Huh? No, what the hell are you talking about? Isn't it our father? How did it become mother? And why do you know all this so well?"

How could the three brothers not know? It's not just the three of them who know; basically every Primarch knows, and it's not just the Primarch. Whenever Horus reflects on life, he tells this story.

"As for why you find it unacceptable, it's because you're thinking too simply. In Horus's eyes, the Yellow Skins isn't a father at all, but a loving mother. Do you know how twisted he is?"

"That's right, that's exactly what happened. I was wondering why Horus looked at me like that. That guy was up to no good; he wanted to kill me."

A tall figure emerged from the corner and stood behind the three brothers; this person was none other than Russ, a witness to the story.

Russ, who was hanging out with Mordred, was no better off than anyone else. He continued to add fuel to the fire, saying, "You felt that these sweet and sour days of flirting would go on forever, until 30 years later, when your mother suddenly brought home a younger brother, just like she brought you home back then."

You take a closer look and see that this is someone who is about the same height as you. Your mother tells you that you should fulfill your responsibilities as an older brother and take good care of your younger brothers.

And that's how Horus felt at that moment. Of all his brothers, he was the only one who had been raised by his father for 30 years, and you've seen the result.

The classic Oedipus complex! I told him something was wrong back then, but nobody believed me.

Now Sisyphus understood. It wasn't her fault, but rather the Emperor and Horus's. But Sisyphus seized on a crucial point. "Then why is only Horus like this? Does that mean only the First Returned Son is the biological son, and we're the stepchildren?"

"Otherwise what? You don't know that back then, in order to make Horus the Imperial Warmaster, that Yellow Skins didn't even care about his reputation, and pretended to be dead while being choked by the Orks the Beast for a long time."

That the Beast was unlucky. Among the Orks, it would have been the king of kings, but because it refused to be humiliated, it committed suicide by crashing its head into Horus's power claw!

"But the Imperial Archives clearly record that the Beast Empire's Emperor and the Emperor fought for three days and three nights, until both were exhausted. It was the Imperial Warmaster who disregarded his own safety and risked his life to kill this terrifying Xenos."

Upon hearing this, even the most honest Guilliman was amused and exasperated. "Don't say that! I was recording it right there. It was Father who made me change it, telling me to write that the Beast died at the hands of Horus. You'd be better off believing us brothers than this anecdote."

Time ticked by, and watching the still-whining, ill-fated couple, Zhuang Sen, Guilliman, Mordred...

The other four, including Russ, didn't go forward to disturb them; instead, they exchanged glances.

Having exchanged glances and realized they shared the same thoughts, the four brothers couldn't help but laugh at the thought of what would happen next.

"Oh dear! You two shameless bastards, are you done yet? Now I need to get down to business."

Horus, now that you have returned to the Empire, you must assume the responsibilities of the Primarch.

"That's right?" Guilliman stepped forward and said righteously, "As the First Returned Son, you must shoulder the entire responsibility of the empire, so this political work is entrusted to you."

Guilliman was working so hard because he needed a scapegoat. Whether it was Sanguinius or Horus, he needed someone to do his work, otherwise he would never be able to leave Holy Terra for the rest of his life.

"And we're going to be hosting a grand banquet next, guess who we didn't invite?"

It's you!

Perhaps it was because of his reunion with the Emperor and his son, or perhaps it was because he had been stunned by Ashen Herald, but in any case, Horus did not refuse. On the contrary, he displayed the authority of an elder brother in this regard. "Leave it all to me!"

"Good, you're in high spirits. But I have something to tell you beforehand: the empire has declined a little, so you might be a bit tired."

Horus smiled, his long hair making his smile even more amiable, and with his pure white wings, he looked like a Sanguinius: "Don't worry, brother, with me here, the Empire will definitely become great. As long as the legion launches its attack, everything will be alright."

"Hmm, why are you all so quiet? Father, why are you looking at me like that?"

The Emperor remained silent; he was too ashamed to explain anything. After all, Horus had left the stage early, so it was normal that he didn't know what kind of cesspool the empire was now.

Horus interpreted the Emperor's silence and the strange looks from his brothers as distrust. "Brothers, and Father, what's wrong with you? It's just that the Empire's power is declining. We've already fought the Great Crusade, what are we afraid of?"

Although I was inside that Watermelon Knife the whole time, I wasn't a fool who turned a deaf ear. Through the souls that gathered there, I could see the changes in the empire's weaponry.

Although the craftsmanship is somewhat rough, it is simpler and easier to produce, which indicates that the Legion has begun to expand on a large scale and is moving towards modularization. Our warriors are certainly scattered throughout the entire galaxy.

This is great news!

"Second Brother, should we tell him?"

After a slightly awkward silence, everyone looked at each other, and finally Mordred spoke up, "It might be a little different from what you imagine. During the Great Crusade, we used Space Marine like regular soldiers."

Horus didn't understand what Mordred was talking about. Space Marine were soldiers, so they were definitely used as cannon fodder, let alone among the Moon Wolves were used to using cannon fodder tactics.

"And now, the Astra Militarum, which is essentially Auxilia, sometimes has to act as Space Marine!"

"Ah, that's understandable. After all, the empire is vast, and a shortage of manpower is quite normal."

"And I must remind you of something: the Empire's greatest Chaos enemy right now is—"

"Is it the Chaos Gods? I know that. The Chaos Gods could destroy our empire but not die. Our warriors must have been worn down in the war against the Chaos God, right?"

It's Abaddon.

"What!"