Dragon's Dream

As the saying goes, all roads lead to Rome; some people want to get into Rome, while others are born in Rome.

But the boundaries of Rome are subject to interpretation, especially by Caesar. It's unclear what this king was thinking, going to a meeting in the Senate without bringing troops. If you don't bring troops, no wonder you got 10,000 holes punched in the Senate.

But then again, the one who actually loves to stab people with a thousand holes is Zhang Fei, Mordred can vouch for that, after all, he really did meet Zhang Fei.

The story of Caesar teaches us that unless you can single-handedly destroy the entire world, you have to rely on power to survive.

Mordred, who has always been slandered as a player who relies on manipulation, is powerful not because of her insignificant stats, but because of her mechanics that make her a player who gains or loses everything.

While this mechanism is not uncommon, and could even be considered a passive skill of all Primarch, no Legion has iterated and updated as quickly as Atlas.

Gene-Seed are absolutely a groundbreaking invention, not only in terms of genetic engineering creations, but also in terms of various Warp.

In reality, Astartes' stats are just average, nothing special, a modified and enhanced human that's neither the best nor the worst. It's only in the 40k era, when all races were overpowered, that Astartes seemed so formidable. In the Great Crusade, they would just be elite soldiers.

However, Astartes fought asymmetric warfare, emphasizing speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. They used elite troops to carry out decapitation strikes with minimal losses, creating openings for follow-up forces.

But in reality, Astartes' base stats are just so-so, and that's with it fully armed.

What truly makes the Astartes an elite unit is the combat experience that everyone has overlooked, which can turn new recruits into tactical masters in the shortest time and can be passed down through generations.

This inheritance is not simply the transmission of knowledge. Each time the Gene-Seed matures, it absorbs a portion of the mother's soul fragments. Based on this, the new recruits who have the seed implanted can personally experience the veterans' experience and insights, similar to the bloodline inheritance of a dragon in a fantasy story.

This bloodline inheritance is only the foundation. Combined with the fact that each Primarch is a sub-god of the Warp, the Astartes are essentially the demonic army of their Primarch, capable of reverting to and evolving some of the essence of their mother.

Take Caldor, the ICU God of War, for example. Don't let his constant setbacks fool you; he's capable of performing amazing feats like tearing apart the Lord of Skulls with his bare hands and even smashing a Necron Obelisk Wraith Titan flat while carrying a Necromancer's Obelisk.

When asked afterwards how he did it, Caldor didn't know either, only that he had utterly crushed his opponent in a fit of extreme rage.

There are countless superhumans who can no longer be compared to ordinary Astartes, such as the invincible Second Company Captain Sicarius, the former invincible Second Company Captain commander Titus, the Blood Angels' strongest Librarian Mephisto, the Dreadnought immortal Bjorn, the little sun Ahriman, Puma Wolf Yesugei number one person below the Primarch Sigismund.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that the special characteristics of these tough guys are very similar to their original counterparts. The most typical example is White Scars, who can truly achieve 17 headshots in two seconds, and a tornado destroys a parking lot.

Conversely, Tu'Shan, the Salamanders Chapter Master, doesn't possess such extreme speed; his reactions are even half a beat slower than those of a typical Space Marine. However, in return, he gains pure power.

This is what Mordred has always called the path to prestige, and it's no joke—the more famous a person is, the stronger their fighting power.

When Mordred and Horus went to Colchis to find Luojia, he had discussed this issue with Abaddon, but that rascal Abaddon didn't believe him, saying, "Second Uncle, you're confused. What good person doesn't wear a helmet on the battlefield?" But now he's been proven wrong.

It may sound abstract, but it's the truth: if you're an ordinary, unknown Astartes, you can easily die unexpectedly.

But if you have some fame and occasionally take off your helmet to show off your coolness, then there will be an invisible force protecting you.

This is not superstition, but a rigorous Warp science. On a smaller scale, it means the Emperor's blessing, allowing the Emperor to see your face. On a larger scale, it means the convergence of the Faith to turn misfortune into good fortune. And on an even larger scale, it means the great power of an extraterrestrial Chaos God exerting its influence.

In conclusion, these are all passive states, but due to an innate deficiency— Mordred doesn't possess the strange thing called a soul— Atlas is born with a Soul-Eating Syndrome.

Despite Mordred's constant mockery of Guilliman's Psychic Power Muggles, he is actually the same. Even though he can manipulate souls at will, he holds a negative view of the soul itself.

From a normal person's perspective, everyone has a soul, and everything has a soul, so not having a soul means being abnormal. But Mordred is different; he directly denies everyone's existence and believes that everyone is abnormal.

They believe this kind of thinking is typical of Necron thinking: the fault isn't mine, it's the whole world's; if I'm wrong, it's the world's fault.

In terms of sheer stubbornness and obsession, Mordred, who seems normal but is actually not, is the most obsessive of all the Primarchs, and her logic is even consistent.

This is also where Atlas's power comes from; the Primarch's blessing is even more direct. As long as Mordred, the mother, evolves, it will have a reverse effect on the entire Legion.

From the initial Soul-Eating Camouflage and Warp resistance to the later Mind Network, Mycelial Symbiosis, the My Thinking Power, and Fel Blessing, all of this was changed based on what junk Mordred ate last night.

When Mordred the Void Dragon's lies, began to wonder if she could replace the Flayer's ecological niche, and devoured a large number of Shard of the Void Dragon, a new version update began.

With Mordred's command, all the Atlas that had been scattered throughout the Empire began to rush towards Serenity. More and more ships bearing the Atlas A Character Mark streaked through the void, racing wildly through the Warp, the Webway, and other unknown places.

Without any prior notice or explanation, Atlas's actions left countless people puzzled. What was even more alarming was that the last time Atlas had mobilized such a large force was when he marched on Holy Terra.

Various Psionic Transmission were sent to Serenity, and the entire Maelstrom was in complete chaos, but Mordred had no time to care about any of that, as he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Unlike the terrifying beast that was 200 meters tall before, Mordred has shrunk to 5 meters in size after digesting for a while. However, when he fell into a deep sleep, his body began to expand rapidly again.

Looking at his father, who was now a head taller than the Pink Titan, Tom, who had returned to the Legion, couldn't help but fall into deep thought, "Have you guys noticed something? Every time we're not human, we seem to ignore our father's image. He's not even wearing a piece of cloth, which means our dad is running around naked!"

"Shut up, Tom. How much fabric would it take to put a coat on that? But then again, Father always eats like a glutton before going to war, he'll even bite into the floor if he sees it. That doesn't follow the law of conservation of mass at all, and he's still getting bigger."

"Could it be that the boss was secretly eating behind our backs when no one was around?"

Looking at Tom, Livyere, and Ji Yalan, who were having a silly and awkward conversation in front of him, Goff, one of the five members of the Atlas Four Heavenly Kings, was speechless. Gawain, the only one who could connect with him on Gawain, was also gone.

The thought of the Legion's high command being so stupid made Goff feel exhausted, "Shut up, instead of thinking about this nonsense, think about what will happen if Father gets any bigger. Hurry up and find someone to take the Titan away."

By the way, are you feeling sleepy?

Upon hearing this, everyone echoed, saying that they were actually quite sleepy and really wanted to find a sunny place to take a nap.

This phenomenon wasn't just observed on an individual level; as more and more Atlas gathered in Serenity, everyone became listless, as if they had drunk a sedative tea, and began to fall into a deep sleep around Mordred.

June 15, 5:05 PM

By the fifth day, Mordred had swelled to a height of 555 meters, and the grasslands in front of the Serenity Hive City were filled with the sleeping Atlas.

Meanwhile, within the Warp, the demon realm, which was tiny compared to the Four Gods Demon Realms, began to undergo tremendous changes and drifted towards Serenity with the Warp tides.

The Void Dragon's dream enveloped Mars, ultimately giving birth to the Adeptus Mechanicus, Mordred, who transformed into a flesh-and-blood dragon, also fell into the dream.

As the dream expanded, the entire Serenity was enveloped within it, drawing the demonic realm closer until it finally clung firmly to one side of the dimensional barrier, becoming a mirror image of the Serenity.

This change couldn't be hidden from the Four Gods. Nurgle, who had already been tricked, didn't like this change, and Slaanesh also wanted to take advantage of the situation. However, the Khorne wouldn't allow Slaanesh to cause trouble, and Tzeentch, for better or for worse, couldn't refuse the change.

After all, it was all part of the plan!