Dare Steal My Ship? You're Dead!

As the saying goes, there's always a reason why someone is pitiful; Guilliman truly deserves to be criticized.

Upon closer examination, it becomes clear that Guilliman's script doesn't resemble that of a loyal subject at all; rather, it makes him seem like a traitor.

Don't imagine the empire to be anything more advanced. It may seem like an interstellar empire, but it is actually a collection of the worst aspects of all political systems in human history, existing in an abstract regime that is both advanced and backward, both ignorant and corrupt.

However, if one had to choose a template to summarize it, the Empire would be a feudal system based on Imperial Tithe, a medieval interstellar theocracy that combined political and religious power.

The hellish jokes of empires are an indispensable spiritual treasure in human history, and the reason why such a cesspool regime has survived to this day is simply because it is good at fighting!

At the heart of the Imperium of Man is the Emperor, followed by the Space Marine Legion led by 21 superhuman Primarch, countless Astra Militarum, the Adeptus Mechanicus with its various Dark Technology, and government officials who either die suddenly at their desks or are about to die suddenly.

From the perspective of a normal 21st-century society's "giant baby"—that is, Mordred has just arrived in this world—the Empire's system would be impossible to operate under.

Just as the Phoenix King is not Phoenix, and the Supreme King is not tall, the Dragon Emperor is truly a dragon!

And indeed, there are superhuman men who descend from the heavens in the empire, and there are gods in this world. Philosopher kings and Long Aotian are a dime a dozen, and the most awesome one is still sitting on the toilet.

Coupled with humanity's deep-seated megalomania, the Imperials' worship of the Emperor and even the Primarch is perfectly reasonable, even a daily necessity, making a large-scale personality cult essential.

This is no coincidence; it was intentional on the part of that brain-dead Emperor. No wonder Luojia thought the Emperor was a god back then, and Mordred told him more than once to keep this Golden Giant in check.

But it would be a miracle if the Yellow Skins could hear. Every time it goes into battle, it has to show off. When it does, it always wears that blindingly bright Zhengyi armor and is accompanied by a group of golden figures to act as the atmosphere group. It can slash Xenos Titan to pieces with one sword and tear the continent apart with one Psychic Power flash.

"Holding the sun and moon in my hands and plucking stars from the sky, there is no one like me in the world." This is not an adjective, but a realistic description. That's how Emperor during the Great Crusade period were. They thought they Invincible Under Heaven and were insanely arrogant!

For a long time, the Yellow Skins became a super weapon. Xenos eating Hot Pot and singing in its homeland, only to open its eyes to find a Golden Giant appearing in its home, asking, "Do you think I'm a human or a god?"

There's punishment for answering incorrectly, and no reward for answering correctly. It's not as kind as it seems. Those who look human are okay, but those who don't are simply killed.

"That was brilliant, Harkon!"

So from the perspective of a simple imperial person, without Emperor there is no empire, and the Primarch is the Son of the Emperor, that is, a so-called demigod, and also a prince, so he must be the heir!

This is why during the Great Crusade, all factions were eager to establish contact with the Legion, since Big Mo joining the army and becoming a player directly after the server launch.

It may sound a bit convoluted, but that's basically what the Imperials thought, and that general opinion represents the prevailing view.

This is where the problem arises. Among all the princes, or Primarch, Horus, the First Returned Son, is undoubtedly Crown Prince crown prince and will receive priority in everything. The Dark Angels are the Legion template, the Lion King is the Firstborn Son of the Emperor, and the Iron Hands has close ties with the Adeptus Mechanicus. No one can deny Ferrus's command abilities.

Aside from the fact that these three Warmaster are advantageous to the candidates, Mordred is another story. He's already a War Master, so it's obvious he was just put there to take the blame, and he'll definitely be removed from the position later.

Moreover, Mordred truly kills. Other legions, even the Dark Angels, would try to hide their killings, but Atlas is different. He kills you openly and honestly, making up any excuse to raid your home, and then slaughtering your entire family. He not only kills you, but also destroys your spirit.

Give me 95 out of 100. You know my methods. During Mordred's tenure as Warmaster, he carried out three Great Purge, each lasting three years. He treated everyone like pigs, feeding them until they were done, then killing them without holding them back. Nobody wanted him to be Warmaster anymore.

But there was one Primarch who, unlike Mordred who was in charge of logistics and had no excuse not to launch Great Crusade, also launched Great Crusade, albeit slowly, gradually, and in a planned manner.

Other legions operate on multiple fronts, spreading outwards across various star sectors. However, this Primarch's legions prefer not to venture far, instead choosing to expand outwards from their homeworld.

And you might say that their Great Crusade is slow? Not at all! On the contrary, the expedition is quite fast, but it expands outward little by little, never leaving its own territory, and the number of legions is the largest of all legions.

Holding a large army and controlling a separatist territory, it shows signs of becoming a state within a state. It doesn't look like Fusu, but rather like Second Son and Zhu Laosi. Others have their own way of fighting with 800 troops, but you have 250,000 Space Marine who are never absent.

If, in the future, they were to emulate the Lion's Gate Xuanwu Gate Incident and stage a power struggle among the 21 princes, resulting in a chaotic free-for-all between several factions, it wouldn't be surprising at all.

I'm talking to you, Robert Muscle Brute! (Macragge accent)

As for the Dark History of the Second Imperium, it was originally intended to be a bombshell about Mordred, but the reason why an old artist is called an old artist is because he left the stage early.

The Second Imperium was indeed first proposed by Mordred, but it was Guilliman, Sanguinius, and Zhuang Sen who truly brought it to the forefront.

This was still the Ambition initial stage, and everyone was just joking around. But after the Great Heresy ended, they found that something was wrong.

Why is it that no matter good or bad, all Primarchs associated with Warmaster are dead, those with even a little power are either gone or deserved to die, and even the great Emperor, whose debts of gratitude can never be repaid, is trapped and dies on the Golden Throne, while you, Guilliman, become the Lord Regent.

Even so, Kiri's reputation remained good, after all, Zhuang Sen became the Imperial Warmaster, and there were also the Governor of Terra, the Arch-Magos, the Grand Marshal of the Adeptus Custodes, and the Primarch had not disappeared.

Then Guilliman swiftly dismantled the Legion, promulgated the Astartes Codex, established the High Lords Council, reformed the Astra Militarum, brought the Assassinorum, previously a clandestine organization, into the public eye, and doubled its size. Together with Malcador, he also established the Inquisition and the Department of Justice.

Needless to say, what happened next was that, in order to consolidate the empire, Zhuang Sen, as the second-in-command, did a lot of dirty work for Guilliman, and issued Exterminatus in large quantities.

After doing all this, Zhuang Sen's mindset changed, and he finally had time to reorganize the Dark Angels, wanting to change his Legion Commander. Then, just as the Imperial Warmaster returned home Caliban exploded. His fate was unknown, which meant he was dead.

Then, one Guilliman after another disappeared. At this point, even if you don't believe in conspiracy theories, you'd still think of Guilliman as an Ambition man.

What's even more terrifying is that Guilliman had a backup plan after his death. What kind of good person would think about how to be resurrected after death while still alive? Guilliman was also the first to return to the Imperium 10,000 years later. Of the so-called million Space Marine, 75% were Ultramarines.

And this is irrefutable evidence!

"So, brother, do you have anything else to say?"

"I have nothing to say. I am that Ambition man, that thief who stole the spoils of victory, that heinous criminal. I shaved the Dog-men hair of the gatekeeper, I stole the undergarments of the Adeptus Custodes, I started the War in Heaven, I am the root of all evil, I even bombed Caliban, is that enough?"

"Did you really bomb Caliban?"

Guilliman glanced at Zhuang Sen beside him and sighed helplessly, "Zhuang Sen, I'll speak up for you if others call you a barbarian, but can't you use your brain for once? Even if you're brainless, don't think I'm brainless, okay? How stupid would I be to bomb Caliban?"

"If you ask me, the fact that you Dark Angels are so obsessed might mean it was one of your own who caused the explosion! You should really look for the problem within yourselves."

Upon hearing this, Mordred Zhuang Sen. He had promised to keep Azmyow's secret and couldn't let Guilliman ruin things. He immediately changed the subject, saying, "So this is the current situation. Your great son Abaddon has smashed open the Great Rift, dividing the Empire's territory in two, and we now only control half of that half."

The reason I've redeemed you this time is to resurrect you and rebuild Moon Wolves. Welcome back, my brother!

Looking at the tip of the tail extending in front of him, and after learning just how much of a cesspool the empire was, Horus shamefully hesitated.

The thought that his reawakening would lead to the Empire's decline instead of its upward trajectory made Horus feel as if he should have been killed by Mordred back then.

But when Horus turned his head, he saw the Emperor dressed as a dark-skinned hottie, staring at him with a pitiful (Horus's perspective) longing look, and he simply couldn't refuse.

For some reason, a strange sense of smugness suddenly welled up inside him, and he grabbed Mordred's tail, as well as the hands of his other brothers and sisters.

"Brothers, I'm back. No matter how slim the hope, as long as we are united, we will surely win this time, for the Empire, for the future of humanity."

"Hey ha!"

Seeing the atmosphere had improved, Horus asked a question he had always wanted to ask but never had the chance to, pointing to the enormous, fat cat perched on the armrest of the Golden Throne: "What breed of cat is that? It's so fat! And it even has a little black mustache."

Having said that, Horus pulled a carrot from the pile of junk next to the Golden Throne and held it out to the fat cat. Seeing that the cat wasn't picky and was eating the carrot raw, Horus exclaimed, "Great!"

"Horus, I am Angron!"

"Angron?" After playing a few rounds and confirming that the fat cat was indeed Angron, Horus exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, you really are my brother! Why have you grown a beard?"

Perhaps it's because when Mordred created the Ultimate Cat, he deliberately preserved its original form in pursuit of perfection, causing Angron to become more lazy and wise due to the limitations of its machine.

"You don't understand, this is called my struggle, Old Terra Germany tradition, very particular about it. And you need to watch your words; Father appointed me as the Arch-Magos long ago."

"Is that Perturabo sitting next to him?"

"No, that's Abo Sister."

"Oh, I see."

That's what they say, but Horus sees it differently. His father is broken and has taken up the bad habit of cross-dressing; Mordred is as inhuman as ever; Angron has become a fat cat; Guilliman is still Ambition; Zhuang Sen has become a handsome old man; Russ? Russ is still savage!

As for that guy, oh right - Sisyphus, Horus didn't know why he always ignored this little sister, but judging from her short stature and her gossipy personality, she probably wasn't a very smart kid.

Moreover, there were also Luojia and Angron, that pair of clueless and unhappy people. In short, in Horus's view, it was a gathering of wise men, with only Zhuang Sen being somewhat reliable, and of course, Russ as well.

Thinking this through, Horus decided to reveal the little secret that was no longer a secret. "Brothers, I wasn't lying before. I am Sanguinius. The Sanguinius has become one with me. Now I can't tell whether I am Horus or Sanguinius. If I reconstruct my body, will it cause unexpected consequences?"

In keeping with the professional spirit of a scientific researcher, Mordred did not answer first. Instead, she spewed out a large number of tiny, physiologically uncomfortable tentacles from her mouth and slowly licked the Sanguinius.

"It's hard to say. With current technology, it would be extremely difficult to completely separate the two of you. If it were me, I could only use the most rudimentary method, and the cost would be a long time."

"If that's the case, why not ask the magical Yellow Skins?"

Seeing everyone turn to look at him, the Emperor shrugged, as if to say, "Why are you all looking at me? I'm not a god who can grant your wishes!"

"Besides, you wouldn't want me to become a god."

Since things have come to this, there's no better way. The task of separating Horus and Sanguinius falls to Mordred.

He's currently digesting his food, and since he has nothing else to do, this is a good way to kill time. Mordred hasn't tackled such advanced academic topics before.

Just as Mordred had prepared all the necessary measures, even burning incense and bathing to optimize his mindset, and was ready to begin the initial dissection surgery, Rambo rushed into the lab in a panic. "Something terrible has happened, boss! Someone stole our stuff!"

"Oh dear, can't you see I'm busy? If it were worthless, that would be fine. We at Atlas have mountains of gold and silver; we can't possibly spend it all."

No offense, Rambo, but you're my last disciple. I'm counting on you to support me in my old age after you retire. Look at you now, acting all clumsy and reckless!

There's a water dispenser nearby, so drink from it yourself. Tell me slowly, what did you lose?

After downing a glass of orange juice, Rambo felt much more at ease and immediately said, "Our Abomination Exemplar is lost!"

"What?! Such a big ship was stolen? What were you all doing? Why didn't you tell me sooner? It was so important!"

Damn it, don't they know who I am? How dare they steal my boat? They're asking for it.

I must assemble the fleet immediately!