The Patricide - Lion El'Jonson

Since Kialan lacked a map of the nearby Webway, Atlas had no choice but to use Warp Voyage to reach Caliban, causing Mordred to pace back and forth on the bridge in frustration.

"Father, by the time we get to Caliban, will Tom already be Killed in Action?"

"Hard to say!"

Mordred knew who Zhuang Sen was; he hadn't heard from Tom since that communication, which clearly meant something unexpected had happened.

The thought of soon having to bury her son made Mordred slump completely into the sofa.

"Sigh, I reckon Tom will have already sent it by the time we get there. I don't even know what to say. That bastard's just unlucky; he always manages to run into a lost Primarch."

But you could say this bastard is lucky, right? He beats everyone he sees, and including me, this is the third time already. Could it be that this bastard has awakened some kind of Warp ability?

My dear son, your father will never forget you. Don't worry, I'll definitely bring you back to keep me working overtime!

Now that things have come to this, Mordred has already started planning how to retrieve Tom's ghost. She'll find a Death Angel to stuff in his body, and then send him to work as Bunny Girl in a bar. She won't even need gender reassignment surgery; she can just use an artificial shell.

"But what shape should the outer shell be? The Khan, I remember you and Tom are from the same hometown, does he have any unusual fetishes?"

"Preferences?" The Khan fell into deep thought, recalling his childhood experiences. After some consideration, he replied:

"I remember once, when Tom was on a mission, he said he saw a beautiful woman taking a bath through the keyhole, and later he found out that her name was something like Eldar."

He also said that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, except that she was a witch, and he was beaten to the ground and cursed.

I've never heard of that name before; Tom's probably just making things up again!

Whether Tom was lying or not is unknown, but Mordred genuinely believed him, and her thoughts began to wander, suddenly leading her to a peculiar question: were Space Marine actually eunuchs?

The answer is definitely not eunuchs. Space Marine are not without desires; they also have their own desires, but these desires are greatly diminished in some aspects due to bio-engineering.

Furthermore, under the intense daily battles and the Legion's indoctrination, almost all Space Marine placed their desires on honor and Fealty, making it virtually impossible for them to have adaptive hardening corpora.

In contrast, Atlas was the complete opposite. These Tin Can Kid had extremely rampant desires. They were proficient in eating, drinking, and having fun, and they also liked to steal, draw erotic pictures, compile fake scriptures, brag, and carry on secrets. They were the worst of all, truly a cancer among cancers.

In contrast, among all of Atlas, the dogs with the highest Morality standards are actually the Dog-men, and the Ogryn are the most anthropomorphic.

This answer deeply troubled Mordred. He couldn't understand why his legion had become like this. It shouldn't be like this; he was a paragon of Chivalric Spirit and Morality!

Feeling slightly depressed, Mordred needed to vent. He grabbed a hapless Daemon, kneaded it repeatedly in his hands, and shook it every now and then. Just as it was about to be played to death, he threw it away and fed it to his pet Xier.

However, just as everyone had begun preparing a cenotaph for Tom and discussing how to make the artificial skin look even more sleazy, Tom suddenly came back to life.

Looking at the Holographic Projection of the personal ID "Imperial Pretty Boy" and its accompanying avatar, there was no doubt that this was Tom, that bastard.

Seeing that their Captain was still alive, the soldiers of the Eighth Company couldn't help but sigh, thinking that they still had to pay back the money they owed their leader, and their allowances would be gone again next month.

Because Atlasian, Mordred cherished his offspring, not only giving them a monthly allowance, but also ensuring that the entire legion, including the Auxilia, received a substantial salary.

After three five-year plans and a full 15 years of farming, Mordred could proudly say that his people would never starve. Perhaps the food wasn't very good, but at least there was enough Synthetic Starch and mushrooms.

In the empire, being able to eat one's fill is already a great blessing; in many places, even Synthetic Starch is unaffordable.

With those two STC standard construction module, individual plasma weapons and Synthetic Starch manufacturing devices earned Atlas a massive amount of foreign exchange, which is why Mordred had spare money to improve soldiers' benefits.

As they drew closer, once the fleet sailed out of Mandeville Point and truly arrived in Caliban, the video feed was finally connected to the bridge. Once connected, Mordred saw his brother, whom he had never met before.

To be honest, I don't know if it's because of the Emperor's quirky sense of humor, or for some other reason, but Mordred and Zhuang Sen look extremely alike, they are obviously brothers.

In contrast, Mordred's facial features are softer, making her appear more approachable; her only flaw is her mouth.

In contrast, Zhuang Sen was more like a bloodthirsty lion. He could tell at a glance that Ding Zhen was an innocent yet powerful and muscular man. Even ordinary people would tremble with fear and bewilderment after meeting his gaze.

However, Mordred was more concerned with Zhuang Sen's demeanor than his appearance:

"Are you taking a dump? Why are you squatting?"

It's no wonder Mordred asked such a question, because Zhuang Sen's movements were so bizarre at that moment, he was squatting there like he was on a squatting latrine, staring at the camera.

"Mordred, you'd better hurry, those three are about to give up."

No sooner had Zhuang Sen finished speaking than another voice rang out on the communication channel:

"Father, come quickly to save us! This barbarian—no, the Primarch—accidentally broke through our sarcophagus, and the reactor is destroyed too! Come quickly, the power will be cut off soon!"

After all, Tom was his son, and even if he hadn't done anything meritorious, he had at least put in the effort. If he could be saved, he definitely should be. Mordred immediately led his men to Caliban.

Following the coordinates, he soon arrived at the cave and saw his unfortunate son.

Looking at the blond giant who was holding half a stone coffin, as if afraid that the slightest movement would kill the three burly young men on the spot, even Mordred couldn't understand why he had ended up like this.

The connection between the Primarch is undeniable. Zhuang Sen recognized the giant as his brother at a glance. Moreover, he not only recognized him as his brother but also learned from the previous conversation between the two that he was his younger brother.

"Mordred, my brother, you can surely save Luther, right?"

"Don't worry, now that you know I'm your brother, you should trust me. It's just a matter of regenerating a severed limb. Even if you were turned into a pile of minced meat, I could still bring you back to life."

"Really?" Zhuang Sen was now truly relieved and quickly made way for Mordred to approach and provide treatment.

However, looking at Luther, who had been punched through by Zhuang Sen and turned into a bowl of soup with two pieces of brain matter floating on his body, Mordred regretted speaking so absolutely earlier.

"Dude, at least you have a limb after it regenerates! Tell me, which piece of flesh here is the Luther? I remember Tom saying he only got his butt hit, didn't he?"

"Ah, this." Zhuang Sen would never admit that he was the one who punched Luther into mincemeat. If outsiders found out, what would the people in the Knights think of him? This secret absolutely could not be revealed.

"He probably fell! Tell me, is it even treatable? If it weren't for your offspring, Luther wouldn't be in this state!"

Zhuang Sen was right; it was ultimately Tom and Ullian's fault that caused all this trouble. Mordred could only console them:

"Yes! As long as he wasn't completely destroyed, I could get him back. I didn't expect Tom to survive; now your dad will have to take advantage of him."

Hey bro, would you mind if your adoptive father became your adoptive mother?

Zhuang Sen: Huh?