Luther: Feed Me Peanuts!

By now, Mordred had met all sorts of people, if not countless. But this was the first time he'd ever seen someone deliberately come to their death, making him wonder if it was a trap.

Even the Emperor himself couldn't fathom Mordred's mind; he was nearly corrupted into a sand sculpture after just a few glances.

As a result, Atlas, as one of Atlas's offspring, possessed a great resistance to Warp Energy thanks to this trait.

While he can't be like Mordred, cuddling Nurgle's soup and showing it off, he can still sip on Daemon's snack and treat his Warp fellow like Pal.

However, reality is even more surreal than erotic doujinshi. Not only did the other side do that, they also went straight into Mordred's consciousness and had a good time!

It wasn't until ten hours later, after Mordred had completely breached the Battle Moon and led his men into the control room, that he saw Rendan Lord slumped on the ground, distorted into a lump of twisted flesh, that Mordred finally realized this wasn't a trap.

"Father, why did he commit suicide?"

The Khan's question was as incisive as ever, but Mordred still didn't understand why the other side was doing this:

"Perhaps they were just too happy. After all, they are Xenos. This must be one of their customs, like picking up money when you see it on the ground."

According to my analysis, powerful individuals generally have a tradition of challenging stronger ones, and I happen to be the strongest among us, so he did this to prove his bravery. That's right, that's it.

After all, don't you guys like to hone your skills in the Duelling Cage when you have free time?

"Oh, I see. That makes sense!"

Seeing Atlas's cousin nodding repeatedly, none of the First Legion's Space Marine dared to speak; they had realized that something was wrong with this group.

Those veterans who had served with the Second Legion, in particular, were puzzled as to How Could Atlas had become like this.

Their curiosity about the little secret made them eager to know the answer, but the thought of being silenced soon filled them with grief, and they fell completely silent.

Such thoughts stem from the First Legion members projecting their own views onto others. Under normal circumstances, the First Legion would be an exemplary legion, truly embodying Chivalric Spirit, not the kind of "Knight of Justice" that Serenity specializes in.

But when it comes to special circumstances, the First Legion is a bunch of complete lunatics, skilled at stabbing people in the back more skillfully than anyone else, even more ruthless Atlas.

Fortunately, although Mordred is a scourge, he is still quite human-like. Perhaps because of the various bits and pieces the Emperor added when creating Mordred, he can sense the unease among these Hakimi.

Without even needing to sense it, it was immediately obvious that the Atlas were excitedly taking flight and had already begun secretly scavenging supplies.

Only the members of the First Legion stood there dumbfounded, their cautious and timid demeanor completely out of character.

Not wanting any further complications, Mordred flicked her long tail, giving Ullian, the Legion Captain her tail:

"What are you all standing there for? Get back to looting supplies! We'll be returning to the real world in an hour, and there are other Randan Xenos waiting for us to kill. Don't even think about slacking off."

"Your Highness, won't you kill us?"

Mordred replied, "If you want to die, I don't mind giving you a swipe."

Upon learning that they would not be secretly executed, the group of Canned One felt much more at ease and began to join the looting operation.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Mordred approached the corpse of Rendan Lord, tore open his abdomen, stuffed the mass of flesh into his stomach, and savored it.

Through the previous battles, he discovered something quite interesting: after the Xenos lord's heroic suicide, the remaining Randan Xenos were like headless flies, completely losing their previous tacit cooperation.

Even a very few Randan Hunter began to flee, which completely contradicted the information Ullian had given him, leading Mordred to a bold conjecture.

Mordred didn't possess Rangdan's mind-control abilities, but he had a clumsy method: a direct physical connection to probe the Xenos's little secrets.

"It's a female, but what is its original method of reproduction?"

The deeper Mordred explored, the more astonished he became, just as he had previously suspected: the Rangdan were not naturally occurring creatures at all; they were genetically engineered.

Moreover, the creator's technique was extremely skillful. Even Mordred, who claimed to be the Imperium's Greatest Tech-Priest, couldn't help but sigh that the Randan Xenos was a work of art.

Superior cellular activity, an optimal combat physique, a widely deployable reproductive method, even living combat organs created by mimicking limbs, and most importantly, a network of mental nodes.

Mordred had only ever seen this rare biological weapon in one type of individual: the Primarch!

Although they cannot compare to the original Protoss, the power of these creations should not be underestimated. If they are not exceptional cases, Mordred speculates that there should be a considerable number of high-level single Xenos.

To ensure the information was accurate, Mordred brought in several more low-ranking Rangdan corpses for comparison.

Soon, a gland with multiple tentacles was removed from the Xenos's body. After confirming that it was exactly as he had thought, Mordred destroyed it.

"Damn, what kind of Zerg Synapse Creature and Space Marine degraded fusion monster is this? This thing is just human."

Considering the Randan Xenos's ability to seamlessly assimilate any human, and its technological level being similar to that of the Empire, Mordred was certain that Rangdan's predecessor was a Pocket Imperium from the era of the Human Federation.

If the Empire is Rome in space, then Rangdan is Carthage in space—it's a complete disaster. If the truth were to be revealed, things would get really messed up.

"The Khan, plant the Virus Bomb. Everyone return to the ship. Ullian, come here for a moment, I have something to ask you."

Perhaps realizing that the Primarch had discovered something, this Grand Master of the First Legion's Grand Master of the Celestial Host was quite honest and directly revealed the little secret he had been keeping hidden.

"Your Highness, this matter must not be leaked in the slightest, and Rangdan must be eliminated; they can only be Xenos!"

Even without him saying it, Mordred knew that this struggle for legitimacy was more important than anything else, but he also knew that the Rangdan fleet in front of him was just the vanguard, and the real force was yet to come.

Ten minutes later, as Icarus's wings rose again, the Battle Moon, now planted with Virus Bomb, returned to the Physical World, where a complete eradication awaited it.

As for the Randan Xenos that still survive in the surrounding star systems, all Atlas received an order: eradicate them completely, rather than let the innocent go free, and absolutely prevent the infection from entering the Empire.

With their ship destroyed, the First Legion Space Marine, led by Ullian, were assigned to the Atlas Fleet. However, upon seeing the ship's commander, Ullian became convinced that his luck had indeed been cursed.

"Tom, I really want to blow you up with a cannon! Did you steal my Terminator Armor?"

"Hey, what's past is past. Look at you now, how can you wear a Terminator outfit? You don't even have a butt anymore."

Tom's words only fueled Ullian's anger, but in the end, he didn't blow up his friend who stole his things; he was lucky to be alive and see acquaintances again.

Perhaps it's true that when you're down on your luck, even drinking cold water can cause problems. Just as the two of them had been chasing Rangdan for nearly three months on Mordred's orders, a planet covered by a dense forest appeared before them.

To ease the tension between the brothers, and also so they could get some more loot in the future, Tom decided to invite his best buddy to ride the Stormbird for a spin and go to this wild world to hunt some game.

Clearly, Ullian, who was able to hang out with the Khan and Tom, was no saint either, and he drove his Dreadnought into the Stormbird's cockpit.

Three hours later, an urgent message suddenly arrived at Mordred:

"Father, something terrible has happened! I've discovered another Primarch!"

"What? Don't tell me you've blown someone up again!"

"No, it was me who interrupted his dad, I think his name was something like Luther."