Chapter 490

"Second Brother, do you think our Space Wolves are lacking something?"

What's missing?

The Wolf King smiled obsequiously, and under the menacing glare of "You bastard, just you wait!" from Perturabo, he fawned over Mordred like Dog's Leg and whispered, "Well, you know me, Second Brother, we Space Wolves are so poor we can't even afford to cook, and Fenris is a notoriously cold and harsh place."

If it weren't for the fact that I took on the exile business of sending people to Fenris during those 10,000 years, my legion would be starving.

Even this isn't enough to support our entire family, forcing your good nephews to work as mercenaries to make a living—all to supplement our household income!

"So, regarding those two Abyss-class Battleship, don't force me to kneel down and beg you."

"It's yours."

"You damn Second Brother Mordred, I knew you were a cheapskate! You—wait! What did you say?"

"I told you I'd give them to you. Don't mention the ships to me again. Just thinking about those two ships reminds me of my shattered World Engine."

Are you really going to give it to me?

Looking at Russ, who was covered in stubble, sweat, and hair, and especially at his wise eyes that resembled those of a husky, Mordred nodded in agreement and said, "Actually, those two ships were originally yours. I plan to restart the production line of Abyss-class Battleship in the near future, especially planetary modification ships. Constructs of this size require a huge platform."

Your ship is an experimental model. I'll send it to you when I get back. Remember to use it and provide feedback first.

And don't try to play the poor card with me. Now that you've all come back, you're all constantly saying you're broke, like you're going to starve to death tomorrow."

"But I clearly saw you give the Dark Angels a new ship."

Russ's words only fueled Mordred's anger. Atlas had strong cargo transport capabilities and had integrated some Forge World for large-scale production, but where did the materials come from?

Forge World can optimize processes and improve efficiency, you can't just keep mining resources like crazy in the Resource world, can you? If you're like the Adeptus Mechanicus and Ruinous Depletion, how can you survive? This requires time to accumulate resources.

"You still have the nerve to talk about Dark Angels? Look at Zhuang Sen, he's doing very well in the Imperium Nihilus, and he always brings me back massive amounts of supplies, while you guys are all just bleeding out of your tanks."

I asked you to go grave robbing, but you always went either in the wind or in the rain, and you even did that superstitious thing like putting candles on the grave. Are you afraid of ghosts or what?

Especially you and Sisyphus, I suspect you two are conspiring to frame me. Are you two good-for-nothings or what?

The two legions alone consumed 30% of my hometown's food production capacity.

It's been almost five years since you returned to the Empire, and you haven't unearthed a single ruin for me. You've just been feeding and gaining weight in Fenris with your own army. By the way, have you gotten a little chubby?"

"No, look how thin I've become!"

"Is it really true? Or is it true that our Serenity millet is good for people?"

Taking advantage of the gap during the docking of the docking bay, Mordred turned around and grabbed Russ, weighing him in her hand. Unfortunately, the Primarch's powerful digestive ability would not turn him into Ryoko's size, but even so, Mordred felt that Russ had become much rounder.

And it wasn't just him; looking back, all the Space Wolves that had followed him were beaming, some even with round faces from overeating. It seemed they had been feeding a bunch of pigs with hundreds of millions of tons of grain they produced each year.

"I think you're all just bored. Once we get back, you'd all get out there and fill in the gaps. You can choose between the T'au Star Sector and the Storm Sector. One legion of Soul Drinkers is enough around Armageddon."

During their casual conversation, the hatch docking was completed. After casually shaking off Perturabo, who had regained his mobility, Mordred took the lead and headed into his own ship.

But as soon as they entered, they saw a Necrons dressed in Atlas uniform walking towards them. It was the smallest size military uniform, and it was only thanks to the fact that the Living Metal was Living Metal that they could fit it in.

The three Primarch Guard made a token attempt to stop him, but before they could even raise their guns, the Necrons lad stood at attention, holding his Neural Shredder Rifle in his left hand and raising his right hand high at an angle. "Heh-ha! Reporting to His the Emperor, the entrance and exit are normal, everything is safe and sound."

"Oh, Second Brother, what's going on?"

Shh~ Don't talk, let me do it.

Mordred returned the salute, then strode forward and slapped the Deathmark on the shoulder, even adjusting his collar in a show of concern. "Good, very spirited. The Empire needs loyal soldiers like you. Continue your duties."

"Yes!"

After passing the undead on Necrons, Mordred glanced back, but the Deathmark stood upright, showing no intention of shooting from behind. On the contrary, he was quite dutiful, and even the most demanding sergeant couldn't find any fault with him.

"Tsk, looks like these guys are really sick."

"Then why would they do that?" Russ asked.

"It's because the Necron are all a bunch of lunatics. You've really wasted your life, not even knowing that." But seizing the opportunity to berate Russ, Perturabo retorted, "The Necron are divided into several factions, including the Neural Faction that believes they are still flesh and blood and pretends to be alive."

There were also Retro Faction who considered themselves flesh and blood beings but couldn't accept reality; there were also Flayer Maniacs who attacked indiscriminately; and of course, there were those who thought the metal body was incredibly useful and fun to fight with—these final Necrons were the majority.

"And clearly, what we encountered was that small group of Necrons, a group of Neural Faction who believed they were still alive."

"That's right, that's how Necron are. Russ, you piece of trash, you're the one who should be digging up graves, yet you know less than Pepe. Looks like I'll have to keep a closer eye on you from now on."

"But why is it chanting Atlas's slogan?" Russ asked, voicing everyone's question. After all, everything in the world has its reason. The Necrons may be mad, but there's no reason for them to be associated with Atlas.

That's a good question, good precisely because it's meaningless. But Mordred still pointed to his feet and then to his surroundings, explaining, "The Abomination carries the first Chaos Energy Furnace built by Atlas. Although we don't know How Could ended up out there, it has devoured countless Warp dwellers over the past 10,000 years, and its hull has long been fully activated."

She is not merely a ship, but our Atlas's mother hive and home, steeped in Fel Energy, constantly radiating Fel Energy radiation.

According to the standard radiation dose for normal humans, such energy fluctuations will not cause serious pollution. On the contrary, they will make the crew feel happy, maintain an optimistic attitude, and avoid being eroded by Warp during the voyage.

This is a mutually beneficial symbiotic relationship: the ship protects the crew's safety, and the crew helps the ship clean its decks and maintain its hull. Even your entry is because you're on the whitelist.

"And as you've seen, those things not on the whitelist are labeled as intruders, gradually assimilated by Fel Energy and Icarus's seduction, eventually becoming part of this ship."

"As for these reckless Necron, they don't even need to be assimilated. They've already driven themselves crazy by consuming Chaos Energy Crystal crazy."

As for the souls they want to regain, I can't say for sure, but they can definitely grow back. After all, past research has found that Chaos Energy Crystal rich in life energy and soul essence do indeed help to calm the mind and improve complexion!

"Ha~ You're telling me this is called calming the nerves and beautifying the skin?"

The explanation given for the group of Necron who pretended to be Atlas, who spontaneously appointed officers, soldiers, servants, gang members, and even Void Child, and who divided into small groups to keep secrets from each other, is something no one wants to accept.

And this is only the milder case. Some Necron, whether due to a short circuit or something else, actually found the Angel of Bliss production line on the Abomination and covered Living Metal with a layer of synthetic skin to pretend they had flesh on their bodies.

"Sir, you're here for some fun? How about checking out the Aeldari Inn? These are slaves just captured from the battlefield."

A Canoptek Technicians disguised as a merchant approached, with several so-called Aeldari slaves chained behind him. However, upon closer inspection, it became clear that these Aeldari slaves could not be called bean sprouts at all; calling them string beans would be an insult to string beans. They should be called loofahs, as they were all Necron in disguise.

Those few Necron got too into character even downloaded the Angel of Bliss database and put on a tight-fitting bodysuit to perform an awkward dance on the catwalk; their robotic dance skills were definitely on point.

As far as the eye can see, the entire Abomination is a chaotic Necron dressed as Atlas, and even the commercial district on the Lower Levels deck has been faithfully recreated.

Atlas's Angel of Bliss dolls are made of synthetic materials, which are similar to living tissue. Even the black-skinned sexy suit worn by the Emperor is made of this stuff, only more advanced, capable of perfectly simulating the physical parameters of flesh and blood and being assimilated by the body.

But a fake is still a fake. These Necron have no trace of life. Even though they condensed some soul fragments after consuming excessive amounts of Chaos Energy Crystal, to a normal person, they are just a group of zombies in human skin.

Furthermore, the more realistic it is, the more frightening it becomes; this is the uncanny valley effect.

But Mordred wasn't lying; Chaos Energy Crystal do indeed have calming and beautifying effects. After all, they contain a large amount of life essence and soul essence; otherwise, it would be impossible to synthesize combat potions that could drive soldiers into a frenzy.

Talking about toxicity without discussing dosage is irresponsible. Overuse of Chaos Energy Crystal will turn you into a fool, while ingesting a huge amount of Fel Energy in a short period of time will turn you into Aberrant, which is the Daemon cannon fodder that Mordred subconsciously created when he ascended to godhood, similar to the Bloodletters of the Khorne.

After exchanging silent glances, they crossed the Lower Levels deck and took the cargo elevator to the upper deck of the ship.

Following Icarus's guidance in the Mind Network, a large number of people are gathered in the dormitory area, including the Fourth Company and the Dog-men, who have not yet appeared.

But as Mordred walked, he sensed something was wrong; he seemed to hear some strange noises.

"No, I must have misheard."

"Second Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, my blood pressure suddenly went a little high, please don't come any closer."

After Mordred calmed down and continued walking, the previously faint sound grew louder, "Brother, your hands are so cold! Your Living Metal is so white!"

"How about another one? Look, your face is all red. Do you want me to show you something nice?"

"What? You're not a brother, you're a sister! That's great!"

"I have two bottles of high-grade engine oil, the rare Number 76 kind. Let me tighten your screws! Your ankles are all loose."

The incoherent voice grew clearer, and Mordred's blood pressure rose higher and higher. By the time he stood at the door, the last shred of hope in his heart had died.

As the door opened, a scene of extreme blasphemy came into view.

His eldest son, one of the Four Heavenly Kings and the commander of the Atlas Fourth Company, is Gawain Cisel, a man with a heart of gold who can inspire confidence in everyone.

He was currently sitting on the sofa, embracing a Necron. In front of him were bottles of Fenrisian Wolf Liquor and Barbarus Brew, along with a large piece of Chaos Energy Crystal that could kill someone. And the thing he was holding in his arms was a Necron.

"Gawain? What the hell are you doing?"

"Ah, who's there? Who's speaking? Get out of here right now! Can't you see I'm interrogating Xenos?"

9

"Is this how you interrogate Xenos?"

Hearing that familiar voice, even after drinking a large amount of Poisoned Wine that even Astartes couldn't resist, Gawain was instantly jolted awake, breaking out in a cold sweat. He even forgot about the Necrons beauty in his hands. "Father, Father, let me explain! Yes, I was interrogating the Xenos."

"Then how did you end up interrogating someone on the sofa?"