Aberrant Calamity

Angron's academic performance was not very good.

As a Primarch, even though Angron now only accounts for 4% of the total, Angron is still a Primarch, even if he has turned into a big fat cat.

Angron wasn't actually that resistant to his current body; on the contrary, he particularly enjoyed this kind of lazy, carefree life, especially when all his brothers were working themselves to the bone, which made him feel even better.

Zhuang Sen guards Baal Fortress, spending his days battling the Dark Angels and Darkside Madmen until his brains are sore; Mordred is in charge of the Empire's logistics, and even though Goff is the actual Legion Commander the Second Legion, some technical issues still need to be resolved by him.

Meanwhile, Russ was tasked with organizing the Space Wolves and, together with Sisyphus, clearing out the borders of the Great Rift, laying the groundwork for the inevitable Northern Expedition.

Needless to say, Luojia, having already experienced the corruption of faith once, dared not indulge in such behavior. The entire Imperial Cult, both major and minor, required comprehensive reform, and she held multiple positions, including but not limited to Ecclesiarch, Director of the Imperial Propaganda Department, and Patriarch of the Battle Sisters.

They even had to help Atlas with government affairs.

This resulted in Word Bearers being extremely busy every day, and he also frequently encountered some eccentric people, especially those religious fanatics. Even Luojia, a young man who worshipped gods, felt that they were a bit too extreme.

This is just the Word Bearers; the Ultramarines next door, with even stronger operational capabilities, are completely trapped. Half of their Legion members have become government Servitor, while the other half have gone to reclaim the Ultramar 500 Worlds. Guilliman, on the other hand, can't even leave Terra, truly becoming a professional at cleaning up messes.

As for Mortarion? After five years of extreme expansion, the Death Guard has established a solid framework, and those Death Guards who had died but were not completely dead have begun to resurrect in large numbers.

Don't let Mortarion's quiet nature fool you; he's incredibly shrewd. The moment the Death Guard framework was set up, he immediately went to Storm Sector, giving no one a chance to order him around.

Moreover, they have a legitimate reason for their actions. In any case, the Empire is currently in a state of division, and its next plan is definitely to reclaim the Storm Sector and the T'au Star Sector.

So, our Death Guard's home base is in Barbarus, Barbarus is in the Storm Sector. Therefore, it makes sense for me to lead my Legion to build an outpost there, right?

Meanwhile, Sanguinius, who was also idle, wasn't idle either, except that he didn't have to work; instead, he was being studied by Mordred.

In any case, with the Empire currently in ruins and in dire need of rebuilding, almost every Primarch has places where they need to go, except for Angron.

As one of the few people standing at the top of the imperial pyramid, Angron was never short of material needs; he could have whatever he wanted without lifting a finger.

They eat premium cat food, drink imported milk, and even have their fur professionally groomed.

Angron's most important job is to relieve the Emperor's mental stress. When he's in a good mood, he patrols the Imperial Palace with his underlings. He has a massive army of 800,000 Emperor Spirit under his command, and he protects the entire Imperial Palace and even the Terra Hive City. He also provides for the Emperor's mental needs.

Even when Guilliman was exhausted from his work, yelling at Mordred for breaking his promise and trying to complain to the Emperor, only to be mocked by the Emperor for deserving it, Angron was lying on the Emperor's lap, enjoying his father's cat-petting service.

Being a mascot means you don't have to worry about anything or do any work. You just eat and sleep all day, and you can chat and play with your father.

But is such a carefree life really good?

Angron is the Primarch, and he can sense the emotional changes in everyone—good, bad, anxious, and sorrowful.

Every time the Emperor petted him, he felt an intense, suffocating pain and heard chaotic, broken whispers.

"Give up? Everything you've done has been pointless!"

"The galaxy needs purification; only destruction can create new life."

"Liar, madman, do you really want to be humanity's guardian angel?"

Neos, I am the Emperor!

These fragmented personalities constantly quarrel within the Emperor, spontaneously forming various factions: the surrender faction, the destruction faction, the crazy faction that dares to fight, and the two-faced faction that enjoys watching the drama unfold.

Angron had no idea how his father had endured ten thousand years on the cruelest instrument of torture in the world. Compared to the Golden Throne, the Butcher's Nail that had once caused him so much suffering was simply a joke.

During a moment of emotional support, Angron had a sudden inspiration to share his father's burden, but he only let slip a tiny bit of it, which nearly caused his father to explode and die.

From then on, whenever Angron lay on the Emperor's lap, he felt a strange torment and an unspeakable sense of self-reproach.

While all his brothers were busy running around, and even Mordred, that big scoundrel, started working, Angron found himself unable to do anything, unable to protect anyone, and unable to even make things a little easier for his father; he could only watch him suffer.

Therefore, Angron chose another path: to rebuild the World Eaters.

Angron had actually mentioned the plan to rebuild the World Eaters long ago, but it was opposed by all his brothers. After all, there were now two Angron, and the larger one was in the hands of the Khorne.

With the Blood of the Source Repository, Mordred could easily replicate the Gene-Seed on a large scale, but doing so would be pointless. Rather than worrying about whether the newly emerged World Eaters would fall into corruption, it would be better to let the other legions continue to expand.

In summary, every Legion has Space Marine, so there's no need to rely on the World Eaters. You just need to stay in Holy Terra and serve our father.

These are Mordred's exact words, while Zhuang Sen was much more direct, clearly expressing distrust, which also included Guilliman.

After all, Guilliman's large buttocks and prolific fertility were well-known. With half of the Ultramarines killed or wounded, he turned around and pulled out an army of 120,000, and then gathered another 250,000, and in the end, the number of soldiers kept growing.

Given his terrifying ability to amass troops, no one wanted him to leave Holy Terra. Moreover, although Guilliman is a Psychic Power Muggle who doesn't even answer calls from the Chaos God, it doesn't mean he can't be corrupted. Mortarion was corrupted by being fed Ori for thousands of years.

As for those underhanded tactics, there are countless others. Just to name one: if Slaanesh kidnapped Guilliman and subjected him to a violent and humiliating ordeal, dragging in six Keeper of Secrets every day for ultimate humiliation, then Guilliman would be set for life.

Angron's role is also quite unique. He is the complete opposite of Mordred, a numerical monster. He is a purely mechanical monster, starting with Psychic Empathy, followed by Emotion Drain, Multiplied Rebound, and Psychic Plague.

This combo is absolutely unbearable for ordinary people, and even Space Marine couldn't withstand it.

If that still doesn't give you a sense of the terrifying destructive power of Angron, then think about the victims in the Minotaur short film! Whether the Minotaur's genitals have ice or not is unknown, but Angron can truly act as a mind controller.

In other words, Angron fell into the hands of the Khorne. If it had fallen into the hands of the Slaanesh, things would have been much more interesting, and it's hard to imagine what kind of crazy things they might have done.

Angron knew his brothers meant well, but his sense of responsibility prevented him from accepting this path of slacking off; he didn't want to continue like this.

Mordred won't help, then do it yourself. Fortunately, as Angron Unit 3, the Ultimate Cat doesn't have the immense power of Eva Unit-01, and Number Two 2 has been assembled into Sisyphus, but this body has all the functions that the Primarch should have, and can create Gene-Seed.

Even when Mordred created this Ultimate Cat, its intended purpose was to serve as a Respawn Point, similar to the Lich Phylactery, Voldemort's Horcrux, or a 256MB memory card.

That's why when Mordred, Guilliman, and the others went to the Demon Realm, Angron begged the Emperor to open the Imperial Palace so that the ticket revenue could support the legion.

As for his skills, needless to say, Angron was after Mordred found him, and he had experienced the test-oriented education system, and had been whipped quite a bit with a belt.

And there's no need to look for a location; there's a Hive City right beneath the Imperial Palace, and the underground laboratory next to it is where the Primarch was created.

The experimental site is ready, and so are the recruitment sites. Even though these Hive City residents are pale-skinned and were the first recruitment point for the Night Lords back then, what's the point of being picky now? Something is better than nothing.

Out of caution, Angron created only four Gene-Seed in the first batch, and the results were quite remarkable. The four Gene-Seed were perfectly matched, allowing the army, which had only one cat left, to expand by a full 500%, which was truly gratifying!

With things having come to this point, the only option was to increase production. Angron immediately set about rebuilding the legion and, taking advantage of the Imperial Palace's opening, distributed recruitment leaflets widely and personally performed retraining surgery on the new recruits.

If nothing unexpected happens, then something unexpected is definitely going to happen.

When Angron was exhausted and had expanded his legion to a full 300 men, the unexpected happened.

Looking at his offspring, each with a different coat color but all covered in fine downy fur, Angron panicked. However, having only received basic education, he was completely unable to resolve this genetic mutation.

Moreover, he dared not tell anyone, nor was he willing to destroy these offspring, so in desperation, he thought of the only person who could help him.

"Abo Sister, quickly use your Super Brain to help me solve this problem!"

Abo Sister is a humanoid supercomputer created using Logic Core array of the Necron Overlord level, a backup of Icarus's data, later corrupted by Fel Energy with the Emperor's blessing, and processed by the Primarch's Super Brain Computing Power. Therefore, she has access to the Atlas database.

But Atlas has countless secrets, and Mordred would never open up such a database of Legion secrets. He even left a backdoor inside each of Abo Sister.

Looking at the fat cat rubbing against her calves, the emotionless girl-like Abo Sister reached out her hand, and several data cables physically connected to access the lab logs.

"Unknown genetic mutation, data access blocked, missing information, no access privileges, target identity confirmed as Legion Primarch Angron, authorize access to superior resources?"

"Access authorized!"

Angron had no idea what orders he had given. When Mordred handed over Abo Sister to him, he also brought a truckload of instruction manuals, but who had the time to read those long and tedious instructions? He only wanted to solve the genetic mutation problem in his offspring.

At the same time that Angron was granting authorization to Abo Sister, a tall figure far away in the T'au Star Sector fell into deep thought upon hearing the voice that suddenly came to his mind.

This figure was none other than Perturabo, who had been threatened and blackmailed by Mordred, and the world she was currently in was called Kolcha.

Four hours ago, the world was owned by a group of weaklings.

If this world hadn't been a recruitment ground for the Iron Warriors, and if the presence of the Dark Eldar hadn't been discovered here, Perturabo wouldn't have gone there personally; two Kill Teams could have easily swept away the planet and seized control.

"Mother, what should we do with these people?"

"The usual routine! Do I need to teach you that?"

Cole remained silent, and the Iron Warriors hidden in their heavy armor also remained silent. Everyone knew what this old rule was, but no one made a move.

Cole's silence clearly offended Perturabo's authority, and she started to feel conflicted again, thinking that this group of useless people couldn't do anything right, just like the cowardly and incompetent mortals in front of her, who had long forgotten what it meant to be Iron Within, Iron Without.

This wasn't the first or second time. Over the past five years, whenever Perturabo went to the front lines, an Iron Warriors would always approach him and ask him questions, then pretend to be dead.

And each time it was different; he asked her about almost everything, big or small, which annoyed Perturabo to no end. And just when she was about to explode—

"Cole, are you deaf? Didn't you hear what Mother said? Hurry up and do it! We don't have much time left."

"Exactly, exactly. You're supposed to be a veteran of the legion, how come you have no opinions of your own? You're even worse than that idiot Honsou."

What? Aren't you an idiot?

Caught in the crossfire, Honsou remained silent, but his Bolter was already pointed at the group of veteran soldiers. Similarly, some of the Iron Warriors also pointed their guns at this group of Iron Warriors who were nothing like Iron Warriors.

Upon hearing this voice, Perturabo became even angrier. She wanted to smash these two Rebellious son to pieces with a hammer, but she couldn't do that. These two Rebellious son were none other than Frix and Danteok, who had usurped command of the legion.

Looking at this group of Iron Warriors who were already showing signs of infighting, the two Defense Force lying on the ground looked at each other and felt that something was wrong, because they had seen the mark of Atlas on the group that came later.

But that doesn't make sense. They recognize the Atlas A Character Mark because they're not normal people; they're Hydra sent by the Primarch to act as spies!

Why do these Iron Warriors have the Atlas symbol painted on their shoulder armor?

"How would I know? By the way, what is your mission?"

Hydra One replied, "My mission is to infiltrate and infiltrate, to monitor the Planetary Governor of this world and determine his Fealty. And you?"

I'm here to keep an eye on you!

"That's it." Hydra Number One looked at Number Two, pointed to himself and then to him, and whispered, "Since you're here to monitor me, then there must be someone else monitoring you. What are we going to do?"

"How would I know? Why don't we just vote?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the two Hydra, who had somehow infiltrated the area, shouted in unison, "Hey! We've lived up to the Empire's expectations! Brothers, don't fire! We're allies! We're allies! Father—no, the Great Commander —sent us here!"

Having said that, the two Hydra immediately dropped their disguises, transforming from two thin, ordinary people into two burly giants, instantly silencing the atmosphere.

"Mother, you see, even outsiders know that we shouldn't Massacre. Why don't you understand this principle?"

"Shut up, Frix! How dare you speak to my mother like that? Do you want to try my Bolter?"

"Ha~ My Bolter isn't bad either!"

Without any hesitation, Frix raised his gun and fired, but Perturabo grabbed the muzzle and crushed the barrel, along with the ammunition inside.

"Put down your guns, all of you."

Upon hearing this, all the Iron Warriors following Perturabo lowered their guns, except for the veteran legion soldiers who remained unmoved.

"Frix, tell me, who is the Legion Commander of the Iron Warriors?"

Their eyes met. Looking at the Primarch who was suppressing his anger, Frix knew that even if he possessed greater power, it would be meaningless. The difference in power was like an insurmountable chasm; the Primarch could kill him with a single slap.

"Of course it's you, my respected mother."

"Mother, how many years has it been since you called me that?"

"Reporting to Mother, it has been 400 years since we were suppressed after attacking the Crystal Maze."

Turning to look at Danteok beside her, Perturabo no longer had the patience she once had for this child she had loved most. She couldn't understand why her child had become like this.

"Are you all in such a hurry? In what way am I inferior to Mordred? I am your Primarch, I am your Legion Commander, I gave you everything."

"What's with these people? You wouldn't even bring us with you, but you brought this bunch of bastards instead!"

The two Hydra, always eager for a good show, instantly sharpened their eyes. They loved watching others fight, but after waiting and waiting, they still hadn't seen the other side start fighting.

"Alright, alright, Mother, please calm down. Frix didn't do it on purpose. Our mission is almost complete, and we'll be returning to the Empire soon. His Highness will surely stand up for us."

"You still bring him up in front of me."

Caught in the middle, Danteok fell silent. Instead, he started tugging at Frix, signaling everyone to go back to where they belonged and not ruin everyone's plans.

An inexplicable internal conflict ended, but Perturabo grew angrier the more he thought about it, all because of that strange thing that suddenly appeared.

Perturabo didn't know what those things were, but she could feel a strange connection between those creatures and herself. She even intruded into Abo Sister's perspective, which made her even angrier. Clearly, these Abominable Intelligence had become her substitutes.

Am I inferior to these substitutes? I built the empire, and now I've become Stand-in.

The Boss's personality is like this: even after 10,000 years, she's still that arrogant little devil, the kind of person who wants everything, expects others to rush to give it to her, and then doesn't appreciate it at all.

Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, Perturabo gave up the idea of Eleven-to-one and found a secluded spot to open the Psychic Power link.

Looking around, and seeing the big fat cat rubbing against his legs, Perturabo finally had someone to vent his anger on, so he grabbed Angron and started kneading him.

"Let me see what trouble you've gotten yourself into. A genetic mutation, or is it benign? But the price is that you're covered in fur and have a pair of cat ears."

Even God-Human like Perturabo couldn't help but gasp when he saw the true appearance of the World Eaters under their armor. It wasn't because they were ugly, but because the group of burly men with cat ears were so greasy.

"The empire has fallen to this state, utterly depraved. But I do have a solution; beg me!"

"Please?" Looking at the small woman in front of him whose personality had changed drastically, she seemed less like Abo Sister and more like Perturabo.

Although Angron was courting death, he wasn't stupid. Without any hesitation, he directly shut off the main power switch for Abo Sister, and before doing so, he sneered, "Fourth Brother Pei, go eat shit! I'll just go directly to Second Brother, and at worst, I'll apologize. You're still bossing me around; you don't even deserve it!"

With the connection severed, Perturabo, already in a bad mood, became even angrier and vowed to make Angron pay the price. However, since no one was around, no matter how impotently furious she was, no one paid any attention to her.

Fortunately, when you're sleepy, you can just use your pillow. A Xenos world was captured by the Iron Warriors's Auspex array.

Which planet is it?

"Reporting to Mother, according to the database identification code, this Death World is called Tama, and there are signs of Necron activity on it, but—"

"But what?"

"But we also captured a distress signal, and the identification code showed that it belonged to the Atlas Flagship, the Abomination Exemplar."

"Fine, you inherently evil Mordred, you even managed to lose your own flagship. I must make you lose face. All troops, target Tama, get that ship back!"

Regardless of internal discord, the Iron Warriors still prioritize efficiency and must obey the Primarch 'Iron Warriors orders, especially given their current questionable backgrounds. If they can reclaim the Abomination, it would be a major achievement.

But when they actually arrived in the Death World, Tama, everyone's enthusiasm was extinguished like a bucket of cold water.

Gazing at the Abomination, its fleshy tentacles spewing blood and flesh outwards, parasitizing the World Engine like a tumor, everyone who witnessed this scene suffered an indescribable mental pollution. Some mortal soldiers even gouged out their own eyes, turning into deformed beings in madness.

What's even more shocking is that with each throbbing of the Abomination, the World Engine begins to grow flesh and blood, with countless densely packed eyes forming a giant pupil.

They stared intently at their prey, who had been drawn by the distress signal.

What the hell is this thing?