The Emperor left.
After devouring every last bit of supplies Atlas had transported over, including the share Mordred had promised Russ, he swaggered off.
But before leaving, the petty Emperor did not spare the two brothers-in-arms, Mordred and Russ. Right in front of Perturabo, he gave them a savage beating—he nearly beat the shit out of Russ.
As for Mordred's fate, after he blurted out that outrageous statement, the Emperor's fury surged, surged again, like a White Second Son encountering The Four. He beat him from Emperor's Dream all the way to Olympia and smashed his dog head to pieces.
Roboute Guilliman was so frightened that he did not dare resist at all. He immediately sold out his own Second Brother, claiming he had merely been muddleheaded for a moment and that this must have been Father's great power!
Only Perturabo was the most unfortunate. Not only was she splattered all over with Big Mo Sauce, but the Emperor also assigned her to Mordred for instruction.
Her eyes were filled with blank bewilderment. She wanted to speak but did not dare, and could only stare stupidly at the Emperor, hoping Father would say something.
The Emperor had never been willing to put effort into educating Primarchs. In his view, once he had brought the Primarchs into existence, they would naturally grow on their own. They would grow and grow until they were grown up. That was how he himself had made it this far.
The Emperor was even rather proud of this, thinking that fathers as enlightened as him were rare. The Eldar leaving him had been entirely her own fault.
As for teaching Perturabo, he had not the slightest intention of doing so. Wasn't there that loafer Mordred? It was time for him to do some work. The Emperor