For the Sake of Not Getting Beaten, You Even Called Me Second Brother?

Mordred had come to realize more than once that this world was nothing more than a giant makeshift operation. And now, he was about to witness another abstract aspect of this world firsthand.

"Orikan, your eyes shine like the stars!"

"What nonsense are you spouting, Trazyn? No matter what you say this time, I will not let you off the hook, you despicable bastard, you have completely disgraced my family."

"Then why don't you come with me? No matter what, I will become the ruler of a dynasty, and I will find the most skilled physician to cure your illness."

Looking at the slightly shorter Necron in front of him, Mordred was like a stray dog wandering the road, suddenly spotting a yellowish-brown unidentified object. He thought he could take a big bite, but unexpectedly, this thing only smelled bad, but it turned out to be a lump of chocolate.

Moreover, this chocolate is expired, expired a full 6 million years ago, maybe even more than 60 million years ago, and very likely crawling towards 65 million years ago.

"Nurgle stomach, where did I come from? Orikan, Trazyn, then who am I?"

Mordred, like a parasite, was observing its surroundings from a first-person perspective, but there wasn't much to observe. After all, it couldn't understand many things about the Necron, and it couldn't move around freely; it could only follow the perspective of this body, that is, Trazyn.

What's even more devastating is that Mordred could sense Trazyn's emotional fluctuations at this moment—a mix of fear, anticipation, and, more importantly, a kind of post-crime pleasure and sweetness, which made his face flush.

Dude, why are you feeling sweet? What's with your blushing?

Since this was the first time Mordred had encountered a living Necron, although Mordred was observing the Outside World from Trazyn's perspective, he was not a true Necron after all, and was completely in the dark.

Even so, based on his years of experience dissecting experimental subjects and tasting the deliciousness of Xenos, Mordred can vouch for it with his reputation.

The short Necron before him, that is, before Trazyn, was definitely male! It was just that Orikan appeared more slender and shorter than the other Necron in his sight.

Adhering to the cautious approach of a scientific researcher, Mordred refrained from drawing conclusions and chose to continue observing. After all, he had never seen a living Necron; perhaps the Necron were a special race.

The content and tone of the conversation were a bit off; it sounded gay.

But looking into those teasing eyes across from him, Mordred suddenly saw a series of images flash through his mind. He saw a short, Necron huddled in a corner, ignored by everyone except himself, or rather, Trazyn acting like a fool next to him.

Orikan was drawn to Aurican's free-spirited nature, which was the complete opposite of that of the Necron, and they became close friends.

Mordred also saw himself and Orikan playing and frolicking in the academy, studying in the impressive and mysterious facilities, and trying to learn those difficult and strange subjects, even though it caused him a lot of distress.

The social hierarchy among the Necron is extremely rigid. Despite possessing terrifying weapons capable of shattering stars and setting galaxies Burning Fiercely, and transcendent technology that reverses time and predicts the future, the lower classes live a life of hardship in mud huts, completely unlike the high-ranking nobles.

The only thing that is equal among them is death. The average lifespan of the entire Fearful Death race is less than 45 years. No matter how advanced their technology is, it cannot change this fact. As a result, their cultural customs are permeated with the meaning of death, and even their architectural style is that of tombs.

Orikan, Canoptek Technicians, was naturally shorter than others, and almost no one Necron wanted to associate with him. His only friend was Trazyn, with whom he shared a dormitory during their school days.

"Wow, they're childhood sweethearts? That makes sense, they're best buddies!"

The overly realistic visuals gave Mordred a sense of immersion, allowing him to experience Trazyn's childhood from a first-person perspective. However, he disliked the somewhat impatient atmosphere and instead felt more oppressed.

But this also proves from another perspective that the Necron indeed short-lived. Even though their lifespan is longer than that of the Imperials, in this day and age, it's shorter than that of a female medicine girl.

The fragmented information left Mordred bewildered, but as the camera gradually shifted, Mordred saw more.

The Necron waged war against the Old Ones, and were Old Ones defeated by them, their brains smashed open. They were pushed back to their home planet, and the entire Necron One Empire was torn apart. Even the Silent King was assassinated by Aeldari assassins.

At this critical juncture, Szarekh was elected Silent King, and began to restore order and launch Unification Wars.

Meanwhile, Trazyn had already amassed his Old Man's gold and become a powerful ruler of the Nihilakh Dynasty, taking on the role of librarian. Orikan had also returned from his studies and become a renowned Necrons.

As the saying goes, troubled times produce heroes. From Mordred's perspective, Trazyn and Orikan became the Silent King's trusted advisors.

As the Unification Wars began, Szarekh saved the crumbling empire by appointing capable officials and opening up avenues for advancement, elevating a large number of Civilians and slaves to the status of the New Aristocracy.

Although it was just a brief glimpse, Mordred could still feel Trazyn's admiration. He kept thinking, "Why is this man so courageous? The Silent King is truly an emperor!"

This Unification Wars spanned Trazyn's youth, during which he met some Necron even Mordred had heard of, including the domineering overlord Szarekh, whose general served in the army of Orikan was Zahndrekh.

At this critical juncture, the Necron, consumed by rage and jealousy, discovered a deity, the Nightbringer, within the star system of their home planet.

Looking at the Necron -Worshipping Boy in his viewpoint—a replica that, while not exactly identical to a human, could certainly be described as a near-perfect likeness— Mordred already guessed what was going to happen next.

As expected, after feeding the Nightbringer with slaves and livestock, the Nightbringer single-handedly destroyed the entire world was full. Looking at this group of little things that he worshipped, he was quite satisfied and even called over his kin to enjoy this sense of satisfaction that they had never experienced before.

This includes the Deceiver, the root of all evil.

Living Metal, the body of C'tan, Biotransference —a large number of C'tan from other galaxies were drawn to this grand event, becoming the leaders of the Necron.

It was at this moment that Mordred realized why the Silent King, whom he had previously thought was quite good, even a model of a wise ruler, had such a bad reputation among the Necron.

Simply because this guy is an extremely capable idiot!

The wicked rack their brains but are no match for the cleverness of a fool. When the Deceiver approached the Silent King, wanting to transform the Necron into the C'tan's Chosen, this guy agreed without a second thought.

Unable to move and only able to passively receive information, Mordred couldn't know the specifics, but based on Trazyn's increasingly agitated mood and the mysterious disappearances of the Necron nobles around him, he could tell that the Silent King had begun to go to extremes.

"Just be patient, things will definitely get better in the future. After all, he's the Silent King!"

"Yes, the Silent King was a wise ruler. He promised to grant the entire empire immortality, and Orikan's illness can now be cured!"

Mordred heard himself repeating this phrase over and over in his mind, and his belief was strengthened with each repetition. To this end, he even defied Orikan's objections and summoned the Triarch to arrest his friend.

Before the Biotransference Ritual, looking at her dearest friend who was suffering terribly from a brain tumor and was on the verge of death, Trazyn said, "Hang in there, I will never give up on you, we will embrace the future together."

"But that's wrong. You're only looking to the future, not looking back at history. That will reduce us to nothing."

"No, I don't care. I just want you to live. We will walk towards eternal life together. Have you forgotten what you said?"

You said you'd be my best friend for life, I won't allow you to die!

If you gain immortality, you will have plenty of time to study the stars, and you will eventually become the empire's greatest astrologer, free from the daily torment of illness.

I will always remember that day when you said you wanted to become light, because only then could you forever look up at this beautiful starry sky.

I know I won't live to see that day; our lives are so short. But in my short life, only you and I will never forget.

Extreme obsession filled Trazyn's soul. Looking at his only close friend who had reached his limit, Mordred could feel the reluctance to part with him and the madness of grasping at the last straw.

But while he could understand, Mordred still thought the two of them were crazy about their overly close brotherly relationship. Just thinking about their future actions made him feel like he'd been ripped off again.

"What a tragic couple! How Could such a nagging person in this world?"

"With your advanced technology, couldn't you research something like Stasis Field and store them away for later treatment when technology advances?"

As expected, at the very last moment before the scene ended, these two best buddies, who were also childhood sweethearts and star-crossed lovers, entered the Biotransference Ritual together.

What left Mordred speechless was that when Trazyn carried Orikan to the afterlife, he did so in Princess carry, the two of them nestled together, stepping into "rebirth" together.

Mordred was both anxious and furious, like a helpless husband, frantically shouting, "Don't go! That idiot the Deceiver is trying to scam you! We're supposed to be friends for life!"

"Huh? No, wait, I'm not Trazyn, what am I yelling for? You two bastards, just die already, you're an eyesore."

As her body crumbled and her soul was stripped away, all memories were etched into the cold Logic Core, Mordred finally left this melodramatic perspective.

Before he could swim to the surface of the dream, another dream bubble crashed into him, and in a dizzying spin, he was back in the same old place.

"Trazyn, why do you keep staring at me?"

"Because your eyes shine like stars!"

The good news is that Mordred didn't possess Trazyn this time, but the bad news is that he possessed Orikan.

If executing a dead prisoner again is double the zero tolerance, and making a prisoner watch a collection of Rogal Dorn jokes while simultaneously watching a documentary about Gold Ring is double torture, then Mordred is now eating double the portion.

If it were an opportunity to learn some skills or discover some secrets, that would be fine, but unfortunately it's a first-person perspective, Mordred can only watch the movie like an observer, even with two roles.

I finally finished watching the short film and was about to leave the precognitive dream when another bubble bumped into me. I opened my eyes and, lo and behold, it was the old acquaintance Szarekh!

"Szarekh is good! At least they don't eat feces."

But the thought had barely formed when Mordred heard those words again. Looking down, he saw the same two star-crossed lovers, this time from a third-person perspective.

Meanwhile, as Mordred was revisiting the history of the destruction of the Necron for the third time, Atlas was undergoing his final transformation.

During their 25-day slumber, all Atlas underwent a dramatic transformation, their cellular activity greatly enhanced, leaving their cousins far behind.

However, the enhanced recovery ability is only one aspect. Atlas's biggest change is that he inherited Mordred's new abilities, which allow him to integrate with mechanical physics, and he also inherited part of the Primarch's skill list based on his own personality.

The most useful of these is the My Thinking Power. With the Star God Fragment that Mordred devoured and those Warp snacks, the Mind Network has evolved once again and is now no weaker than the Waaaagh Energy field.

Even in terms of sheer quality, Atlas's "My Thinking Power" is stronger. It only requires a small number of members to get together and think randomly to achieve unexpected results. As for the actual combat results, that remains to be verified.

But every gain has its loss. With the new round of iterations and updates, Atlas's size has actually shrunk. After the Primaris Conversion Atlas's average height was 3.3 meters, but now it has become a standard 3 meters. The Fourth Company and Seventh Company were overjoyed.

However, this does not include Mordred, whose offspring, bred from Sisyphus Gene-Seed, are only Eleventh Company, and even after the Primaris Conversion, they are only 2.2 meters tall.

This phenomenon is quite peculiar; perhaps Sisyphus's short-legged gene was so strong that even Mordred couldn't be compatible with it.

But as the saying goes, existence is everything, and everything is for the sake of existence. In any case, Atlas has gained two more passive skills. While his health bar was already on par with Death Guard's, his recovery ability has been further enhanced, allowing him to forge ahead on the path of Blood Tank.

With a deafening Roared, countless blood threads gushed out from Mordred's body, instantly dissolving the 555-meter-tall flesh and blood dragon and merging back into its original form.

Atlas's changes also manifested in Mordred; his height shrank slightly, from 3.8 meters to 3.5 meters, but he became much more robust than his previous skinny appearance.

But the most important thing is Ashen Herald. With this upgrade, Mordred has reforged the broken sword, and with the Slayer Armor that has become one with him, plus his Ambition a sidearm, he has nothing to lack.

Seeing their father so robust, his powerful muscles, bathed in sunlight, Faint Light like cast marble, the Atlas members all knelt on one knee. Ji Yalan, the charlatan leader, was the first to shout the slogan, "Old Immortal Mord, your power is boundless, eternal, Invincible Under Heaven!"

"Father, why don't we declare ourselves kings?"

"Yes, Father, why don't you become emperor? I want to be the Crown Prince!"

"Shut up! You've really ruined my life. Don't say things like that to my face again. Just say them behind my back, but whatever you do, don't let me hear them, or don't blame me for turning against you."

Although that's what they said, everyone could tell that their Primarch was in a good mood. His smile was harder to suppress than Bolter, clearly he was flattered and acting like he was the most important person in the Second Son.

But arrogance requires strength, and Mordred, who has gone a step further, happens to have it. He is no longer the weak and useless dog who can only use basic attacks. Now he has the stats and the mechanics, and has recovered to his peak state before the Great Heresy. This time, he is even more stable.

Power! I can feel the force of this attack, my children. It's time to begin our grand plan, but before that, we need to collect some interest.

Those thieves, robbers, lawless Xenos, pathetic skeletons, and those damned star-crossed lovers—how dare they offend my eyes! What are we to do?

"War!" "Kill!" "Rape!"

"Hmm?" He glanced at the Atlas kid whose slogan was off, and upon closer inspection, realized that this guy was actually Sevro, whom he had abandoned in Catachan for a full 30 years. He seemed to be under a lot of pressure.

"Never mind that, launch a full-scale attack and make these shameless thieves pay the price!"

"But Father, what if we run away before we even get to the other side?"

"Don't worry, I've already had Russ stake out the place beforehand, so everything will be foolproof."

Without any hesitation, all 47,342 Atlas Mad Dogs were released and were all on duty within five minutes, returning to their respective ships to stand by.

As the bone-white Webway Gate opened, countless black ships filed in, charging fiercely towards the Tama Death World on the edge of the Sol Sector.

Although the Webway was still in a dilapidated state, Lizardmen artisans only repaired a very small portion of the Webway around Serenity, Atlas regenerative abilities had been greatly enhanced, directly endured the damage with his bare hands. By jumping back and forth between the Webway and the Warp, he traversed the entire Sol Sector and the Maelstrom in less than five days, pushing his body to its limits.

Physical exhaustion didn't matter; what mattered was the World Engine. The thought of the Legion soon having such a huge treasure made the Chaos Star Mardon suddenly seem less appealing.

After a brief rest to allow his body to recover to its optimal state, Atlas did not hesitate and jumped into the orbit of the planet in the world of Tama in Warp jump.

When they arrived at their destination, they were dumbfounded. The Abomination was indeed there, but the most important World Engine was gone, and the surrounding area was full of broken wreckage. The two fleets were facing each other.

On the largest piece of wreckage, a huge crowd was crammed together. The Holographic Projection showed that on one side were Iron Warriors, on the other were Space Wolves, and the two big guys wrestling in the middle were none other than Perturabo and Roboute Guilliman.

"Father, where is our lost World Engine?"

"How would I know? I'm such a big ball, where is my ball?"

Meanwhile, Perturabo and Russ, who were wrestling on the wreckage, had gotten into a heated argument. Russ, visibly angry, was flushed red like Magnus: "Petrus, you're a piece of trash for life! You've screwed me over!"

"You're talking nonsense! How dare you consort with Xenos? Are you blind?"

Words failed him, and in a fit of rage, Russ howled like a wolf, charging forward with the chilling winds, hail, and lightning of Fenris. With a single punch, he shattered Perturabo's breastplate, then choked him, broke his back, elbowed him, and hurled him to the ground. In one combo, he sent Perturabo flying off the ground, screaming and groaning.

Even though she was furious, Russ still knew her limits and didn't brandish her weapons. Otherwise, a wicked cultivator like Perturabo, who was obsessed with long-range firepower, would have easily knocked her to her knees with a sneak attack.

Instead of being grateful, Perturabo became enraged and, accompanied by a sickening metallic clang, activated his super transformation like a Transformer.

After transforming, Perturabo revealed his true form, and his appearance changed drastically. His body was wrapped in layers of thick steel, and his size was as huge as a Venom Tank.

Eight mechanical legs pierced the earth, and a pair of mechanical chelicerae grew from behind. The left hand held Volcano Cannon and the right hand held an explosive cannon. It also held a Skull Crusher hammer. Behind it were four mechanical arms equipped with various deadly weapons, and the muzzles of the cannons were extended. Even a ship-borne Lance protruded from its abdomen, aimed at Russ, whose eyes were wide open.

At this point, Perturabo could no longer be called human; he was a completely insane mobile firepower platform. This was the result of his research over thousands of years, and his instantaneous firepower could easily melt an Emperor Titan!

Even after becoming Daemon Primarch Chaos Undivided and believing only in itself, she could blow up a whole bunch of Guilliman if she set up an ambush.

But Russ was no Muggle like Guilliman. His body crackled with Psychic Power, and he immediately used his Heavenly Dharma Form, drawing a greatsword that resembled Frostmourne while protected by a thick shield, and began a fierce attack.

One sword from you, one hammer from Volcano Cannon from you, one Psychic Power lightning from me. The intensity of the battle escalated instantly, causing the group of Tin Can Kid to take off running.

Perhaps because the Abomination was nearby, the already excessive Chaos Energy Corruption caused these Tin Can Kid to shout even as they fled, "If Frog can witness such a spectacular battle between the two Primarchs, then even dying for Kiya will be worthwhile!"

Just as the battle reached its climax, a golden-haired figure descended from the sky. Despite being extremely small compared to the two peerless experts, he managed to break apart the weapons that the two were grappling with.

Their eyes met, and as they stared at the suddenly appearing Mordred, their expressions differed. Russ was gloating, while Perturabo trembled. "Mordred, you, when did you get here?"

"Haha, Second Son, you're too late. Perturabo has already blown up your World Engine."

"No, I didn't mean it. Don't listen to his slander."

Second Brother, Second Brother, I'm innocent! I'm your most beloved Pepe!

Looking at Mordred's gloomy face, all that could be seen was a dark expression, the Dying Memories instantly took over. Even though Perturabo was no longer the blank Primarch he had been forced to endure, he still felt a strange fear.

What did you just say?

I said I'm your most beloved little sister!

"The sentence before that."

"Second Brother, I'm innocent!"

The words had barely left his lips when a dense barrage of Fel Energy lightning tore through the sky. Sensing danger, the Abomination fled at lightning speed, blaring an alarm as it ran. "Level 12 Fel Energy waveform detected! Boss is enraged! Atlas, retreat!"

"You despicable bastard, how dare you impersonate my dear sister! To avoid a beating, you even called me your Second Brother?"

"I'm going to blast you apart!"