Vashtorr: That's Some Serious Power!

The more cunning a person is, the more burdened they become by their plans; and nothing in this world is absolutely perfect.

Since the Abomination went missing, Atlas has not launched a large-scale search around the world. Instead, it has started to slack off, as if it were not its own flagship that had been lost.

Mordred, as the Primarch, did not punish anyone. The only punishment that could be called punishment was making those involved in the theft clean the sewers and deal with the mutated slimes.

When the Black Knights, the Sentinels of Atlas, made too rapid progress, Mordred would try to stop them, telling the Khan not to investigate everything, lest he discover something incriminating.

Normal people prioritize efficiency, while Mordred slows down progress, constantly micromanaging his troops, saying things like, "The Khan, there's a problem with taxation on this planet, go and fix it," or "A rebellion has broken out in this world, go and quell it."

On one occasion, Mordred issued three military orders in quick succession, urging the Khan to quickly provide support to Ryza. However, when the Khan led the Black Knights to Ryza, he saw his father fishing in an artificial fishpond with the Forge Lord of the Ryza Forge World.

As for why Mordred called the Khan over, the reason was that he had been out of the game and wanted the Khan to jump into the water to catch fish for him.

"Wow, the Great Commander is truly skilled; he's caught a whole haul of fish!"

"Haha, Zerlam, if I didn't know you dumped over 4,000 fish into this artificial fishpond, I would have actually believed your nonsense. "Zerlam

But you'd better calculate the cost of these supplies carefully. These parchment slips aren't just simple numbers; they represent my, Mordred's, reputation.

Zerlam, whose size was not much smaller than Yuan Lisa, repeatedly agreed. Mengming was a mechanical sage, but he still managed to reveal a hint of flattery in his electronically synthesized voice. "I understand the rules. Our world of Ryza has been in contact with Serenity for generations and has been deeply indebted to Your Highness. We have been partners for thousands of years. I know the accounts clearly."

I've gathered all the supplies you need on this list, so you definitely won't have come for nothing.

"Not bad, you're a smart kid. I won't take your stuff for nothing. This time next year, you can go to Mars to report for duty. I've already paved the way for you. Whether you can become Forge Lord depends on your own performance."

Furthermore, I think Ryza's Plasma weapon production capacity could be increased. Sage Zerlam, couldn't we increase that production capacity by another 10%?

"Ah?"

Sage Zerlam is clearly a bit down. The world of Ryza is already operating at full capacity to supply Atlas its powerful cargo capacity and to support the military reserves of the Indomitable Expedition.

Because the world of Ryza is governed by two central authorities, the sage Zerlam is in charge of daily political and technical affairs, while the other Arch-Magos, Gale, is a warlord-type Arch-Magos. Zerlam is the domestic policy advocate, Gale is the militant advocate.

Therefore, Zerlam knew better than anyone that the current production capacity of the world of Ryza had reached its limit, and that was only by barely meeting the production targets set for them by the Great Commander.

"Great Commander, if we want to increase production capacity, it will inevitably break the Servitor Humanitarian Minimum Guarantee Protocol that you set, and it will take time to expand the factory production lines—"

"That's it?"

"Yes, but doing so would --"

"Shh!" Mordred gestured for the other person not to explain, "I've already thought of a solution for you."

Mordred placed a tightly sealed metal box before the Arch-Magos, and inside was none other than Abo Sister, who had already been distributed to every legion.

"This is the second-generation humanoid information processing terminal. With her assistance, the production capacity of the Ryza World will increase by 27 percentage points. I don't want those red tapes; I prefer pragmatism."

It's not that the sacred ritual of kowtowing and praying is unnecessary; what's needed is for you to standardize it for me. As long as these basic weapons meet production standards, the prayer ritual can be completely simplified, and the Machine God will not be angered.

Besides, our Ryza world has such sophisticated plasma weapons, you don't want Ryza to remain a second-rate world forever, do you?

"But this is Abominable Intelligence!"

"Come on, Zerlam. Although it's not used on the surface, which Forge World doesn't involve Abominable Intelligence? Instead of using those pirated and shoddy products, why not use my genuine Abo Sister? She's made from the essence of Perturabo, which is practically a Primarch!"

Aren't you even a little bit tempted?

To be honest, when Mordred took out Abo Sister, even the Arch-Magos, who was not known for his slender build, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Regardless of the Primarch, even the most disheveled and unkempt Koz possessed a charm that few could resist.

As for the knock-off mini version of Abo Sister, don't let her small size fool you. Mordred used the finest materials, incorporating all her life's work, and the cost was outrageously high, even more valuable than that fat cat Angron.

In some ways, it's a knock-off Primarch, with performance far surpassing that of a typical Space Marine and comparable to the Adeptus Custodes. However, it lacks the Warp essence and instead incorporates Icarus's computational array, making it a functional, intelligent little guy.

As expected, Zerlam quickly succumbed, holding onto his Abo Sister tightly and refusing to let go, valuing the toy more than his own life.

The Empire's productivity is actually not bad, and can even be said to be extremely high, but a large amount of resources are wasted on nonsensical and Abstract Maneuver, and the allocation of resources is even more frustrating.

Mordred sent Abo Sister with the aim of recreating Atlas's extensive logistics system throughout the empire and establishing port worlds along major shipping routes.

Moreover, he could also rake in a hefty sum of supplies, since that Yellow Skins is all talk and no action; he wouldn't even reimburse Mordred for the resources his eldest son Horus resurrected, leaving Mordred to scrape together the rest himself.

Mordred doesn't know how the Emperor managed to create 21 Primarch by the end of the Unification Wars. He wouldn't believe Mordred hadn't made a deal with the Four Merchants.

Once back on the Battle Barge, the Khan, who had been on guard duty, finally had a chance to ask, "Father, our flagship has been lost for almost two months now, why aren't you worried at all?"

"Why should I be in a hurry? In fact, I'd love for those Necron to eat and grow like crazy!"

Under the Khan's gaze, as if his father had gone mad, Mordred grabbed the toaster beside him. The originally bright green Fel Energy was no longer vibrant; it no longer had that shimmering, vivid green color, but instead spread upwards like slime.

But what surprised the Khan even more was that, as the Fel Energy was infused, the ordinary bread maker started running on its own, even though it wasn't connected to any power source. After 30 seconds, it even popped out two pieces of crispy, toasted bread.

"Try a bite."

Brian took the bread slices from his father; the warmth from his palm was unmistakable. He put one in his mouth and chewed it carefully. The Khan was certain that these were the same toasted bread slices they usually ate in the cafeteria, and they were quite crispy.

But the question is, where did this bread come from?

"How about that? Isn't your dad awesome? This is the new ability I gained by devouring the Shard of the Void Dragon - Matter Infection. I'm finally not that knock-off C'tan who can only turn sand into glass and iron blocks into iron plates."

The bread slices you're eating are made from impurities in the air. Every breath you exhale and every fart you let out can be reconstituted into bread under your father's super-powerful energy!

"Oh, this----"

Although he didn't understand, the Khan was deeply shocked. However, he wasn't as excited as Mordred. Instead, he felt that his father was making a mountain out of a molehill, and even thought that this ability was useless.

Even though Mordred doesn't act like a father normally and is always being scolded by Goff, his fatherly authority is practically nonexistent in this dimension.

However, as a son, the Khan still had some filial piety and knew how to take care of his troublesome father's feelings. He immediately took the toaster, knelt on one knee, and congratulated him, saying, "Congratulations, Dad, you can become emperor now!"

"Putting aside the question of who I am as an emperor, are you praising me or insulting me? You know perfectly well that few who claim to be emperors end up well. Aren't you just cursing me to become Golden Toilet?"

"No, Father, How Could I curse you!"

"I know you didn't curse me, but it's an unlucky thing to say. Don't give me any more nonsensical titles in the future. But then again, what the Void Dragon said is true. After I took another step forward, I have felt a strange calling."

Previously, I could only devour flesh and blood, but now I can infect inorganic matter. Once I have completely digested these fragments and impurities, I will be a juvenile C'tan.

Those Necron are virtuous! They met the C'tan while alive, and now they've met me after death. How dare they steal my ship? They're asking for death!

My Chaos Energy Crystal aren't so easy to digest. They're easy to consume, but you can forget about spitting them out in this lifetime. It won't be long before we can pick them up ready-made.

So you know the most important thing right now is to quickly come up with a cool and powerful title for me. "The Flayer" is too lame. It has to be imposing and catchy."

"But Father, didn't you just say you didn't want to be given any random titles?"

"Hmm, when did I say such a thing? Hurry up and come home with me. Have all Atlas drop everything and assemble at Serenity. The Legion is about to begin a new round of upgrades."

The Khan thought about it and realized he was right. Things had come to this point, so they should eat first. After all, if his father wasn't worried, why should he be?

But what Mordred didn't know was that shortly after he and the Khan left, the toaster he had infected earlier turned on a red light. Its once incredibly sturdy shell began to dissolve and sprout several fleshy buds, but it quickly withered again due to a lack of energy.

Meanwhile, as Mordred, the source of Fel Energy, began to evolve, some strange reactions also began to appear.

The Dark Angels, wielding a demonized weapon, stared into thought at the heavy machine gun in his hand, which had a drum magazine of 50 rounds but had fired 55. He clearly remembered that he hadn't miscounted, but the helmet display showed that the barrel had fired 55 rounds.

Inside Baal Fortress, plagued by bad luck, Frost, the Weeping Angels Chapter, was forbidden from boarding, touching weapons, or acting simultaneously with any friendly forces. He was eventually assigned to guard the warehouse. Phoros felt as if he were seeing things; he thought he saw a moving Dreadnought.

"Wait a minute, these Dreadnought Ones just arrived, the seals haven't been broken yet! Who is it? Come out here right now!"

Yarrick, who was commanding the Astra Militarum to annihilate the Orks in Armageddon, looked at the Mushroom Knight, who had suddenly taken the hit for him and used the Overload Furnace to pull the Orks to their self-destruction, with a face full of question marks.

In the final moments before the machine disintegrated, Yarrick seemed to hear a Roared echoing in his ears. "Heh ha, witness me—the glory of the Lord of Mutation endures forever!"