Grabbed in an instant, refined in a flash!

Even a naive boy like Zhuang Sen, who trains his muscles into his brain, is not lacking in intelligence. With the right stimulation, he can awaken astonishing wisdom in the blink of an eye.

After all, according to the Emperor's plan, each Primarch should be able to rebuild a civilization from scratch after coming into contact with humans, serving as both a general and a leader, and perfectly assisting him in carrying out the Great Crusade.

It's hard not to suspect that the Primarch was inspired by the Emperor copying the Orks, but one thing is certain: Mordred is definitely related to the Orks.

Therefore, someone like Mordred, who claims to be bad at politics, is simply slacking off. Even if he were standing still, his brain's Computing Power would completely surpass that of a fusion intelligence like Icarus.

As for why no one exposed this fact, those who were capable didn't care, and those who weren't capable dared not speak up, especially Goff and his group of chosen ones. They only regretted not shooting Guilliman in the back when they met Guilliman, and bringing over more Gene-Seed.

There's no need to doubt Atlas's Morality standards. This time, Goff led the Legion Flagship on the expedition, ostensibly as the logistics manager, but secretly to promote his own Jingba Mushroom.

As for the ultimate goal, it was to take the opportunity to collect Gene-Seed on the battlefield, and not the intact ones, but only the broken ones that no one wanted. After all, Atlas was not picky about food, and the broken ones could still be used, and were even easier to absorb.

This isn't exactly blasphemous, it's just immoral, but exposing it would definitely raise suspicions.

So when Perturabo arrived with the Iron Warriors as reinforcements, the Atlas, who had something to hide, immediately ran away, abandoning even the mushrooms; otherwise, they would never have been able to reach Caliban so quickly.

In contrast to Atlas, who had become completely accustomed to his own characteristics and kept a low profile while making a fortune quietly, Zhuang Sen's mindset underwent a slight change.

Especially after witnessing Mordred using his saliva to write and draw on the Operating Table, pulling the souls of three people out of the broth and then cultivating them into a flesh-and-blood base—a bizarre process that was neither scientific nor Warp, and filled with my My Thinking Power.

Even Zhuang Sen, this wild young man, sensed something was wrong and even began to question the meaning of life.

"Brother, is this really the Imperial Truth you're talking about? It seems even less reliable than Caliban's witch doctor!"

"Tch, you're making a fuss over nothing. Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Do you know how long I acted with that idiot to gain this knowledge? I'm a smart kid."

Speaking of which, I kind of miss that parrot. It's all Old Man Huang's fault for being impulsive. If he had caught it and raised it, I might have even developed my own Demon Pal.

But out with the old, in with the new. I'm sure I can catch an incredibly cool pet. If all else fails, I'll just throw it away...

Mordred, who had almost blurted out his true thoughts, felt a chill run down his spine. He had a feeling that something was watching him, and if he hadn't kept his mouth shut, something bad was bound to happen.

"By the way, Zhuang Sen, what kind of appearance template do you like? Since it hasn't been sculpted yet, you can create your own character. This is an original, genuine design, with the potential for stable genetic inheritance in the future."

Mordred couldn't read minds, but he could tell that Zhuang Sen was very excited; the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than Bolter.

"This isn't right!"

"What's wrong with that? If you don't like it, I can make you an Oglin Luther, a dog-man Luther, or even a mushroom Luther."

Moreover, I also have a Felids gene sample here. It's just a mere flesh and blood shell, which means I won't have the chance. I'll definitely go to Commorragh to learn from them and see how advanced the Kabalite's technology is. Give me a straight answer, which one do you choose?"

Having said all that, Zhuang Sen quickly pulled out a portrait he had prepared long ago, Mordred nodded repeatedly upon seeing it:

"Not bad, you have good taste! I didn't realize you were so filial, but what can I do when I'm in the wrong? Don't worry."

Actually, let me tell you, the Emperor is even bigger than this! I also have the latest edition of the Rome's She-Wolf photo book here, it's yours!

As a knight, Zhuang Sen wanted to refuse, but after just one glance at the cover of the book, an impulse stemming from his genes made him grab the indecent publication.

Without hesitation, Mordred began inputting data into Icarus using the portrait, leveraging its powerful Computing Power to edit and modify the genes, while maximizing all other parameters.

After the body was sculpted, Mordred placed the Spirit Stone containing Luther back in, waiting for the soul to imprint and reshape the brain a second time, and incidentally, to retrieve it from those two unlucky guys.

This process was devised by Mordred himself. It sounds simple, but it is extremely troublesome. The resource consumption alone makes it impossible to popularize on a large scale. It is a heretical technique of possession and regeneration.

Most importantly, it requires one's own flesh and blood as a base; without this material, it is easily corroded by Warp Energy.

As the soul recording was completed, Luther, who had nearly died but ultimately survived, opened his emerald green eyes, identical to Zhuang Sen's:

"Where am I? Lion, why are you staring at me like that? Wait, I remember now, you bastard, you actually dared to hit me... Waaah."

Without giving Luther a chance to reveal the truth, Zhuang Sen reached out and covered the mouths of his adoptive father, brothers, children, and adoptive mother with his large hand;

"It's all an illusion. You were already dead when you were hit by the shell."

Perhaps because she had just been resurrected, Luther was in a daze and couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion. She could only prop herself up and move away from this coffin-like creation. She vaguely remembered that there were two particularly talkative ghosts in the coffin.

Before she could even figure out where she was, the changes in her body caused Luther to emit a piercing explosion:

"No! What have you done to me?"

Mordred was so excited to witness this scene that he rolled around on the floor like a maggot, completely unaware of the golden projection that had quietly appeared behind him.

You look very happy!

Without a second thought, Mordred casually replied, "Isn't that obvious? I can already imagine how much fun it will be. I'm going to sculpt giant succubi, I'm going to mass-produce Angel of Bliss, I've even come up with the face models..."

"Wait, Old Man Huang, when did you arrive?"

I don't know when he arrived, but the Emperor has always been there. If I hadn't taken a quick look, I don't know what kind of trouble this bastard would have gotten into.

Even though it was just a Psychic Power projection, with each victory in the Great Crusade, the Emperor grew increasingly powerful, and with a single Psychic Power choke, he yanked Mordred up.

"A succubus, huh? A photo album, huh? You used the Biochemical Alchemy I taught you to make this? You're asking for death!"

"But this isn't what you taught me, it's treachery..."

"Bang~"

Without letting the Rebellious son utter that name, the Emperor brandished his iron fist and unleashed a torrent of paternal love upon Mordred.

For some reason, Mordred always felt like he was living in the Emperor's shadow. He was already so strong, yet he still couldn't beat this Golden Giant. It didn't make sense!

Unable to fight back or escape, Mordred, bound by psionic energy, could only be hung up and whipped. Her ear-piercing screams filled the entire laboratory, terrifying Zhuang Senlu trembling in fear.

After drawing energy for a full half hour, feeling that his Psychic Power was almost depleted, the Emperor kicked Mordred aside and floated in front of his eldest son:

"Lion, my proudest son, what are you holding in your hand?"