The Great Commander's Fashion Sense Truly Was Extraordinary

"You despicable bastard, how dare you beat my mother! Is there no justice in this world? Is there no law? Why did you just stand there and watch?"

"Then go ahead and do it. If my dad can't slap you to death, I'll take your surname. You dare call my father a bastard? You'd better be dead. By the way, who the hell are you?"

The group of Space Marine huddled together on the landing craft, packed tightly together. Due to the suddenness of the incident, after receiving the Abomination's full-band alert, almost everyone ran away without even distinguishing which ships were their own, prioritizing getting out of this dangerous place first.

What was supposed to be an enormous Devourer Transport, with troops on the upper level and vehicles on the Lower Levels, had become a veritable meat Canned One, with no room to even put one's feet down.

"My Honsou, company Captain of the Iron Warriors Company, a member of the Warsmith, and the most beloved offspring of the Lord of Iron. Take your Bolter away, don't shoot me in the butt."

"Never heard of him, probably some nobody. And that's not my gun, it's Danteok. Holy crap, you bastard, you're still alive?!"

"Tom, after all these years, you're still as foul-mouthed as ever. Even if you die, I won't. Besides, that's not my gun, it's Bjorn's. This is the biggest place in the cargo terminal, can't you just lie down?"

"What? Are you blind? I'm Tai Dreadnought, tell me how to lie down."

Seeing that this wasn't working, the Khan, stuck under Bjorn's thick Dreadnought mechanical arms, said, "Stop pushing! Everyone move aside, don't touch that nuclear rocket launcher. Climb onto the shelf, let that piece of trash Bjorn move to the back first."

Under the Khan's command, the burly Iron Warriors huddled in a corner, while a group of Atlas and Space Wolves climbed onto the shelves, finally managing to get Bjorn, who was stuck between the tank cannon barrels, into the ship's Gun Barrel. Although he was still like a sardine Canned One, at least he could move around normally.

"So, which idiot told us to go out and break up the fight? Honsou, right? Step forward!"

"So what? I'm right here, what can you do to me?"

"What's wrong with you? You're pretty arrogant, aren't you? So your name is Honsou, right? Today I'm serving you sweet potato."

Looking at the group of Atlas gradually surrounding them, the Iron Warriors remaining in the cabin were clearly divided into two factions: one was the "Fealty" "Iron Warriors" led by Honsou, and the other was the veterans of the Fourth Legion led by Danteok.

Judging by the number of people, there are 31 Atlas, 43 Iron Warriors, 21 Space Wolves, and Bjorn, a giant Dreadnought, crouching in the back, with two Mastodon in the middle.

Of these 43 Iron Warriors, the five-man squad led by Danteok sided with Atlas, making it 38 against 36, giving us the advantage!

The situation is tense; a tiny Mars is all it takes for the powder keg to explode. Just as everyone is locked in a standoff, the cabin is suddenly struck violently. A bruised and swollen face is slammed against the porthole, and a voice that sounds somewhat familiar to Space Wolves comes through.

"Second Brother, push harder! Haven't you eaten? Look at Perturabo, she won't even look at you properly, she looks down on you. Unlike me, I only care about my brother."

"Russ, I swear I will kill you—ah!"

With a scream, before Perturabo could finish speaking, a pair of large hands grabbed his ankles and began smashing the engine wreckage violently.

Although there is no medium for sound to travel in the void, the engine wreckage was so large that the thin atmosphere surrounding it was sufficient to ensure sound transmission.

Accompanied by the shattering of metal and agonizing screams, Perturabo's wailing echoed through the sky, immediately stimulating this group of incredibly Fealty Iron Warriors.

"War!"

"Evil!"

Without any hesitation, the cabin, which had just been brought under control, instantly descended into chaos. Atlas and the Iron Warriors began a brutal, hand-to-hand fight in the cramped space. Only the Space Wolves, enjoying the spectacle, sprawled on the shelves, even excitedly patting their bellies.

Just like Mordred's brutal beating of Perturabo, although Atlas doesn't usually participate in frontline combat and even when he does, he always prefers to be a backstabber, his stats are no joke.

Moreover, all of them Primaris Conversion, and most of them are 3-meter tall giants. On the other hand, the Iron Warriors are already short and have not even enjoyed the Primaris and modification services. It's like a father beating his son.

"I'm from the third generation of the Catachan. You bunch of trash who haven't even experienced 12 years of hell in the training camp think you can fight me? As long as you don't kill me, beat me to a pulp."

Outside the ship, Mordred dismantles a Gundam with his bare hands, while Perturabo roars with a sharp explosion; inside, Atlas beats up a kid, Iron Warriors cries for his parents.

However, this is not absolute. After all, Atlasian, while the Iron Warriors, after being unified by Perturabo, numbered a full 230,000. As for how many of them were true Iron Warriors, no one can say for sure.

However, when Sisyphus found that Centurion Armor, it had been used 400 years ago. The compatibility rate of the Imperial Fists's Gene-Seed was almost the same as that of the Iron Warriors, ranking fourth among all legions, second only to the Word Bearers.

As for who's second, it's definitely the Ultramarines with his big butt and easy fertility. And the seed with the highest compatibility rate is the Blood Angels. The Ninth Legion's seeds are known for being universally compatible; even mutants can use them.

For 400 years, Dorn was like a dutiful wife, constantly producing offspring, and of high quality first-generation seeds at that, which finally allowed Perturabo to truly understand how to use the Primarch.

But despite her exceptional skills, Perturabo was in a bad state. His once massive war engine body was completely destroyed, and Perturabo had no chance to fight back when Mordred got close. He was grabbed and beaten by Mordred in a fit of rage, and his front armor was flattened.

For a full 10,000 years, I was beaten down by you before I embraced the Warp, and I'm still being beaten down by you after I embraced the Warp. Haven't I lived in vain?

"You dare to curse me in your heart? You really are cursing me in your heart, aren't you?"

"I don't!"

"Shut up. I said you are, and I'll decide for myself whether you're loyal or treacherous. You're clearly going through a rebellious phase, so don't blame your Second Brother for being harsh. I have to correct you."

Without hesitation, Mordred immediately started his second playthrough after just getting started. Such a useful target is rare, and since he had just learned a new skill, he had to practice it properly.

Even so, Mordred still loved Perturabo; after all, she was her own sister. She could scold and beat her, but she couldn't kill her. Therefore—

Left punch deals high damage, right punch deals high damage. What do you mean you have no skill? My stats are the skill itself. What, you're starting to beg for mercy now? Where were you before? Just hold on and take the beating. Don't even think about getting away until you've been beaten for three days straight.

Mordred was furious when she heard Perturabo beg for mercy. "My Pepe is a good boy who never compromises! How dare you beg for mercy? That Daemon is still inside you! That wretched Chaos Gods, what has he driven my Pepe to?"

When Perturabo neither screamed nor begged for mercy, Mordred became even angrier. "Not even begging for mercy, that's more than just ordinary rebellion, we must Strike Hard!"

"No way, why are you so twisted? I groan a couple of times in pain and you hit me, then I stop groaning and you hit me even harder, are you sick in the head?"

"What? You still have the energy to talk back? Yellow Skins, look at the children you've raised, you idiot! Pepe has been spoiled rotten."

People like Perturabo are just insane. If you're nice to her, she thinks you have ulterior motives; if you're not nice to her, she feels wronged. She's like a spoiled brat who never grows up, and a terminal case of Princess Syndrome. Most importantly, all she does is breathe while eating; she probably inherited that from Yellow Skins.

This kind of person is different from Luojia. Luojia is a charlatan and a masochist. Mordred would never dare to hit her. The more you hit her, the more she enjoys it. She doesn't get any pleasure from bullying the weak. Instead, she feels like she's been taken advantage of.

You can reason with Luojia; as long as you can convince Luojia, you're the best servant. But you can't reason with Perturabo. For this kind of person, the best approach is physical discipline.

Perturabo was in a terrible state, completely helpless. The only person he could turn to for help was that bastard Russ, who was furious about losing two Abyss-class Battleship. By the second day of the battle, Russ, who was getting angrier the more Russ thought about it, also joined in, teaming up with Mordred for a mixed doubles match, putting on a thrilling combo.

As for who the combo attack is targeting, don't worry about that. Anyway, Perturabo has been beaten into a state of depression. Countless of his big white teeth have been smashed, and it's unclear how many new teeth have grown back.

After 72 hours, Perturabo, who was no longer recognizable as a human, was finally freed, only to find that Mordred was beating her even harder.

Moreover, he beat and scolded her at the same time, starting from her childhood in Olympia, and even revealed some Dark History that had never been known to outsiders. Perturabo had no idea how Mordred knew all of this.

But Mordred knew, and not only did he know, he had personally experienced it from Kalliphenni's perspective. He could even recount Perturabo's Dark History of lacking maternal love as a child, treating his older sister Kalliphenni as his mother, and refusing to go to sleep if he didn't read a bedtime story.

I didn't make Kalliphenni read me a bedtime story every day.

"So you admit you had your sister put you to sleep! Do you want me to repeat it to you? Once upon a time, there was a Princess who was born on a snowy night, so she was called the Blizzard Princess— "

"Stop, stop talking! I don't want to hear it! You despicable liar! You promised to beat me up for three days!"

Upon hearing this, without Mordred needing to explain, Russ, who had already had her fill of beating, spoke up, "My dear sister, it takes 25 hours for Serenity to complete one rotation, so three days is 75 hours! You don't even understand this? Even Ogryn knows you don't know!"

As the Wolf King, occupying the role of a barbarian in the Primarch's ecosystem, his usage includes, but is not limited to, "Even if it's Russ," "You bastard, I'll tear you to pieces and feed you to Russ," "Russ is more respectable than you," "You sit at the same table as Russ," and "You're even more of Russ Russ."

This man, who was widely recognized as a good-for-nothing and a barbarian, now claimed that he was inferior to Ogryn. Enraged, Perturabo vomited three liters of blood on the spot.

Those final three hours were a public execution for Perturabo, and Mordred went so far as to connect to all the ships' broadcast communications, Live Broadcast it live.

Especially after those Dark History came to light, the Canned One that were fighting each other stopped and all gathered together to watch the drama unfold. Some even started watching the live Live Broadcast, including the Devourer Transport where Honsou was.

A group of Space Marine, bruised, broken, with broken arms, shattered testicles, and missing teeth, gathered around Bjorn and watched a projection through a projector on Old Wolf Dreadnought's body in the dark cabin.

The Iron Warriors, led by Honsou, were on the verge of a mental breakdown. The invincible Lord of Iron had fallen in the scene, especially his so-called Dark History, which was completely inconsistent with the powerful Primarch they had in mind.

They desperately wanted to say it was all fake, but they couldn't. After all, it came from the mouth of a Primarch, and in such detail and with such conviction, as if the speaker had witnessed it firsthand.

In order to control the Legion, Perturabo always used the slogan of "Iron Within, Iron Without" to shape the Legion into an extremely competitive and insecure place where everyone was afraid of losing their lives. If you showed the slightest weakness, you would be eliminated.

This also includes Daemon. Perturabo is a genius; he actually created a KPI assessment mechanism for Tzeentch Daemon, and it's an elimination system with random eleven -Eleven-to-one.

They even offer a rather humane trial service; as for where the trial will be held, don't ask, the Inquisitor's name is Koz.

Just as the Khorne couldn't stand the eccentric Omega, Tzeentch couldn't stand the eccentric Perturabo, and this also included Koz, the so-called judge of justice.

The Tzeentch birdman sighed more than once, wondering why he had brought these two lunatics back in the first place, and why he had cursed the Cursed at a fixed time every day for not being a proper father and raising the Primarch to be such a monstrous state.

Mortarion wanted to leave but couldn't, while Perturabo wanted to leave but Tzeentch not to see it and was even starting to think about how to get rid of Koz and his gang of good-for-nothings.

Not only does he occupy his own library, but he even charges admission. He also charges an entrance fee next to the Well of Eternity, and that money isn't even his. The only good news is that he doesn't lack paper. But upon closer inspection, isn't this skin the skin of one of my Greater Daemon?

The original form of the madman is like this: in this madman world, there is no limit to how mad he can get, but at least the dog-headed and bird-man still have a choice.

As for that strongest lesser god, the disgrace of the Chaos Gods, he can only accept it.

After all, the compatibility between Ferrus and Slaanesh is not high, but rather negative. Even if he is a fake, he is still the Lord of Gorgon. The succubi in the Demon Realm cannot have sex with him and will all be sent to the factories to work as slave laborers.

Rumors even circulate that the Steel Sin Serpent seems to have joined forces with Vashtorr, and Slaanesh doesn't have the resources to give up; he's undeniably a disgrace to the Chaos God.

After three hours of psychological onslaught, the Iron Warriors' morale was shattered, but Mordred didn't care what these Canned One were thinking.

Moreover, not only did they not care, they also used this opportunity to deliver a verdict against the Iron Warriors of the Fourth Legion.

Don't think that opening the route from Colchis to the Sol Sector is the end of it. The Empire doesn't have a law that allows merits and demerits to offset each other. The fact that he, Great Commander Mordred, hasn't wiped you all outright is already an act of leniency.

Once you get back, hand them all over to the Black Knights for rigorous interrogation. They'll find out everything, even things like your childhood bedwetting and masturbation.

If you can pass the interrogation and be deemed qualified, then you can have the same opportunity as Huron's Red Corsairs to prove your Fealty with blood and death. Words alone are not enough; I must see your blood red with my own eyes.

If you fail the interrogation and are deemed unqualified, that's even easier to handle.

Minor plots are included in Blackshields, where you'll be slashing Xenos. But for serious plots, needless to say, consider the Penitent Expedition. The Empire has no shortage of brutal battlefields. There's no such thing as a prodigal son returning home; you're still a prodigal son, and once you've acted recklessly, you must atone for your sins.

Before long, the Empire will launch a new round of large-scale Indomitable Expedition, determined to reclaim ownership of the Storm Sector, which is called Storm but is indeed frequently hit by Warp storm, and the T'au Star Sector, which sounds peaceful but is anything but.

And these Redemption Army soldiers will be the first to carry explosives and blow up the Xenos.

If the Red Corsairs can prove themselves, then so can you. If you can't, then you're proving your Fealty. And Huron, who has now become the Guardian of the Maelstrom and the new Chapter Master of the Atlas Blood Ravens, is the best example of this.

As for whether there would be a rebellion due to official oppression, no Iron Warriors raised any objections after Mordred's verdict was announced.

After all, this result was much better than they had expected; at least it gave them some dignity and a chance to regain glory in the sunlight.

No matter how unreliable Mordred may be in his usual ways, there is one thing he has never disappointed: he is a Great Astartes Doctrine to the Legion is something the surviving veterans of the expedition know better than anyone.

Although the Great Commander was indeed a bit petty, at least he wouldn't do something like failing to receive any rewards or wear armor at the training grounds.

The part about me eating all 500 million tons of beef, the part about the birthday Small Cakes, and the part about my Second Uncle not treating me like an outsider—those are all quite convincing.

Do you have anything else to say?

Looking at the Great Commander standing atop the ruins, wearing a silver laurel wreath, though not in his signature trench coat and vest, but in a beach shirt and shorts, with a Red Scarf and a wavy golden hairstyle, stepping on his Primarch.

Everyone couldn't help but glance at him, secretly marveling at Great Commander's fashion sense had improved.

We have nothing more to say.

"Good! Remember, confess and you'll be treated leniently, resist and you'll be punished severely. Strive to be reformed into good people as soon as possible. The empire still needs you to fight for it. I hope one day I can personally award you medals from this high platform."

"I will live up to the Great Commander."

Seeing everyone so obedient, Mordred finally understood what it felt like to be Yellow Skins. It was truly worth getting a cool hairstyle before coming; it was time to put an end to this trench coat and vest combination.

"Pepe, did you hear that? Stop pretending to be dead on the ground."

Looking at his beloved sister, who lay sprawled in the ruins, barely recognizable as human, breathing more heavily than she could, barely even whimper, Mordred bent down, carefully examined her, and then reached out to pat her face. "Don't play dead. Russ and I were holding back. At most, we'd beat you half to death, but you're still breathing, aren't you?"

"Uh, uh uh uh----"

"What? You're saying you're going to complain to the Emperor, saying we two bullied you behind his back? Russ, have we been hiding anything from anyone?"

"No, Second Brother, we beat her up fair and square. We were just bullying her."

"Listen, Russ has a heart of gold. He never lies, and we haven't been hiding anything from anyone. And let me tell you, all your Second Brother wants right now is to win this game."

If you dare to hold me back, it won't just be a beating. I will erase every trace of your existence, your soul, your memories, everything you cherish, and replace you with a new being.

No one will know of your existence, not even your offspring. They will only see a loving and caring master, a Gene-Lord as great as a loving mother.

Even if they find out, it doesn't matter. They'll understand me, and they might even silence all dissent. But if they don't understand, then the Fourth Legion has no reason to exist.

Are you going to kill me?

A tear rolled down Perturabo's cheek, but Mordred smoothed it away before it could fall, gently picking her up like Kalliphenni soothes her sister to sleep. "Look how scared you are! We're family, and I'll always be incredibly forgiving of you. How could I do something like that? I was just teasing you, isn't that right, Russ?"

"That's right, my Second Brother values family the most."

Perturabo gave up thinking. She didn't know what Russ was thinking, but she knew what Russ meant: no one is irreplaceable. Just like she created a clone of her sister, Mordred could also create a brother or sister who would play with her forever.

For the first time, Perturabo experienced how others felt about her, and it was a very unpleasant feeling. This lunatic was even crazier than herself, and she was helpless, though not entirely without options.

Moreover, this method was quite simple. Thinking of this, Perturabo said, "Second Brother, I'm hungry!"

"That's great! When we get back, I'll cook you a table full of authentic Serenity specialties. I guarantee you'll enjoy it to the fullest. But before that, I need to receive a group of uninvited guests."

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"If they dare steal my ship, I'll make sure they're completely ripped out of their wits, or I'll change my name."