Innate Ox-Horse Saint Body

In the past six months, Goff has been surprised to find that his dark circles seem to have faded a lot, and he even has the opportunity to go to bed instead of lying on his desk like a corpse.

Not only him, but almost everyone in Atlas Second Company felt genuinely happy, having time to kill a few people like a normal Space Marine to relieve boredom and have a drink.

However, while some enjoy life, others must bear the burden! All the credit goes to Ox-Horse Malabo. Without her dedication, not only would Goff, the Second Company Captain commander, be in a position of power, but everyone else would be relegated to the role of a government Servitor.

That's right, Mordred's core plan is to use praise to ignite Perturabo's competitive spirit and get her to volunteer for work. And it always works.

As a self-proclaimed great educator, Mordred knew that constant suppression would only break steel; only by combining strength and flexibility could true steel be forged, possessing both resilience and hardness.

Perturabo, with her left brain attacking her right brain, always feels that no one cares about her personality. As long as you praise her, she will really do it, and not only does she dare to do it, but she also works very hard. She is much better Mordred, who only knows how to loaf around and wait to die.

If Mordred didn't take good care of this capable and self-disciplined man, he would be letting down his past life as a civil engineer.

Moreover, of all the Primarchs, Perturabo was the easiest to win back. Only someone like Yellow Skins, whose emotional intelligence is practically negative, could have caused this group of Chosen Ones to betray him. Even a few words of praise wouldn't have been enough.

"Pepe, take a break. Let Frix come and do the work. You haven't slept for two days."

"No need, this little bit of work is no challenge for me at all. I am Perturabo, I am Iron Within, Iron Without!"

With his Primarch-level Super Brain, Perturabo single-handedly handled the administrative duties of two legions, and even had the spare capacity to research Imperial technology and create some amazing little inventions.

Seeing her mother working so hard, Frix was very pleased, feeling a wonderful happiness as she watched her daughter grow up rapidly, a truly unconventional feeling.

The uncle and nephew exchanged a glance and both felt it was time to move on to the next step of their plan: to initiate desensitization therapy.

As is well known, the Primarch's greatest strength is not his personal combat power, but his ability to continuously produce Gene-Seed. As long as the Primarch exists, he can rise again even if everyone else dies.

Based on Perturabo's recent performance, Mordred deduced that her data analysis abilities were definitely among the best of the Primarchs, at least comparable to Ferrus.

Therefore, in order to make the Iron Warriors even stronger, Mordred gathered all the battle records he could find and crammed them all in, emphasizing quantity over quality.

As for Perturabo's meager individual Combat Power, Mordred felt she was beyond saving. She was simply not suited for frontline combat and couldn't even defeat Fulgrim. She was always thinking about getting bigger and more powerful long-range weapons.

Seeing that the fool was headed down the path of no return as a ranged archer, Mordred had no choice but to throw his Hunter-Killer Armour over and, incidentally, open the Abomination's database, letting Perturabo do what he wanted.

As night fell, Perturabo finally put down his pen, stood up, and stretched vigorously. His eyes showed no sign of fatigue, but were full of fighting spirit.

Taking the Reika Coffee from Mordred, Perturabo wasn't puzzled as to how he knew it was his favorite drink, assuming Kalliphenni had told him, and asked:

"Second Brother, it's been half a year already. When will I be able to truly take command of the legion? I feel like I'm completely familiar with how the legion operates."

"Anytime is fine, after all, this is your legion. Since you're so confident, I'll give you a mission."

What mission?

Mordred looked out the porthole and pointed to the Ark Mechanicus that was building a starport above Olympia orbit, saying:

"Old Man Huang's welcome gift has arrived. At the current construction speed, Star Harbor will be completed in less than a week."

Didn't you say you wanted to build your own Glorious Queen-class Ship? Although the Inkarati Forge World next door was crippled, it still has well-developed infrastructure. If you can complete the mission, I'll give you that Forge World.

But you should know that there's no such thing as a free lunch. I'll give you a year, and I want to see the Olympia- surrounding star sector completely unified. It's time for you to show some blood.

"By the way, I'll show you what the empire really looks like."

Like an intern just starting out after graduation, it would be a lie to say that Perturabo wasn't excited to hear that he could finally embark on an expedition. He accepted the mission before Mordred could even finish speaking.

"Will Atlas help me?"

Mordred shook his head, pointing to Goff looked resentful as his vacation ended, and said that they still had to transport supplies. With the return of the Ambition Guilliman, most of the Empire's military force was concentrated in the Far East region.

In order to expand the gains, this area must be consolidated as soon as possible. Atlas is almost frantic with work, otherwise he wouldn't have sent you here to act Cogitator.

Even the Abomination was taken by Goff to be used as a cargo ship. It was only because his old father was pitiful and left him a Lunar-class Cruiser as a place to stay that he would have had to hitch a ride on the Iron Warriors's ship.

This explanation shocked Perturabo so much that her brain couldn't keep up with the speed at which she opened her mouth:

"You are the Primarch! Who is the true Legion Commander the Atlas?"

"Goff, can't you see? I'm just a Primarch."

"Then wouldn't you be a useless piece of trash?"

Upon hearing this, Perturabo immediately realized she had misspoke, but before she could explain, she saw Mordred's demeanor suddenly change, and she completely slumped into the sofa:

"That's right, my dream is to be a good-for-nothing who just loafs around and waits to die. Others might want to be, but they can't. If it weren't for wanting a more comfortable life later, I wouldn't even participate in the Great Crusade. Goff, don't you agree?"

The Second Company Captain commander nodded in agreement, indicating that he also wanted to be a useless person and didn't care about these documents; he had had enough. He told his father, "If you're not going to work, hurry up and get off the boat; they're leaving soon."

"Goff, how could you do this to me? I'm your father. Remember to bring me a gift when you come back, you know what I mean."

Ten minutes later, the two Primarchs aboard the Lunar-class Cruiser New Higurashi watched as the Atlas fleet plunged into the Webway Gate, with only the Primarch Guard remaining behind.

Now Perturabo truly believed that Goff was the real Legion Commander of Atlas, and he didn't even notice Mordred pulling a sofa out from behind his back—an extremely illogical action.

Surprised as she was, Perturabo was more concerned with something else, something that completely overshadowed her doubts and even gave her a little excitement:

"Second Brother, you said you'd give me full command, so are you under my jurisdiction?"

Mordred knew this little thing would ask that, so she naturally wouldn't expose it and immediately quivered:

"I will fight for you, my lady!"

"Great! Let's go!"

With a command from Perturabo, the Iron Warriors, Long Prepared, quickly assembled and finally disappeared into the Warp portal at Mandeville Point.

Meanwhile, in Olympia, Kalliphenni looked at the group of black-armored warriors before her with a troubled expression.

"You mean you'll be protecting me for the rest of the time?"

"Of course, we are the boss's most loyal Inner Circle guards. You can call me Rambo."

Anyone would be bewildered to have a group of burly men knocking on their door in the middle of the night, but Kalliphenni, who managed to appease Perturabo, was clearly no ordinary person. After confirming that they were indeed sent by Mordred, she invited them into her home.

But her restless curiosity still led her to ask a question:

"Sir, why don't you take off your helmet?"

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped in their tracks and stared at the hairless woman. Rambo turned around and stared intently at her for a long while before placing his hand on his helmet.

"Pop~"

With a slightly comical, crisp sound, Rambo removed his helmet, revealing his large, furry dog head.

"Holy shit, you dog!"

"Madam, you've been a bit presumptuous."