Adoptive Father, Brother, Adjutant, Mother...

People always like to fantasize about things they don't understand, imagining how wonderful those things are, perfectly reflecting the saying that longing is a far distance from understanding.

But just when everything is on track, the Emperor always manages to come up with something new!

"Second Son, has Father always been this cruel?"

"Nonsense, I told you long ago not to have too high expectations. Every time this Yellow Skins appears, it's never a good thing. Do you know why I'm so tough? It's because I've been beaten so many times."

That was mild for you; he really beat me up. Just wait, Old Man Huang said he'd be here soon, definitely about your return to the empire. You'll be in for a world of hurt then."

In the Abomination's dining hall, the Lion King, bruised and battered with a broken arm, slumped into his chair, enjoying Luther's reluctant feeding.

He would occasionally chat with Mordred, trying to deduce what kind of person the Emperor was, but the more Mordred described him, the more puzzled he became.

"Why is our father like this? According to you, he's not only petty, but also not very bright, with practically nonexistent emotional and intellectual intelligence. So how can he command thousands of soldiers? It can't be because he's good at hitting people, can it?"

"Otherwise what?"

Mordred swallowed the fried rice in his bowl, pointed to his own nostrils, and retorted, "If I weren't outmatched, would I be his son? He should be calling me... Never mind, I'm too magnanimous to hold a grudge against him."

His initial arrogance followed by obsequiousness was laughable, but Zhuang Sen couldn't laugh. After all, he had genuinely been beaten up, and it was likely that this would continue in the future. Only Luther could laugh out loud.

"Come on, although I don't know who this Golden Giant called Emperor is, I know you definitely deserved to be beaten up. Don't you even know what you two did? I haven't even asked you yet, when are you going to switch me back?"

Want to switch back? Dream on! Mordred How Could let this person who would cause big trouble in the future get away with it. If it weren't for Zhuang Sen's presence, he would have already taken drastic measures and wouldn't have let him live. He simply spread his hands, indicating that he was powerless to help.

"Sorry, Atlas doesn't offer after-sales service. Besides, isn't your new body better than the old one?"

I even specially used Living Metal skeleton for you, genetically optimized and customized. It would Adeptus Mechanicus extremely envious. You could even undergo Space Marine modification without any damage. You asked Zhuang Sen what he thought?"

Zhuang Sen dared not utter a single word of objection, after all, he had also been involved, and quickly advised, "I think it's great! Look how much younger you look, this is a good thing!"

You know, Luther, you were too old for Space Marine modifications before, but now you've been put to the test right away. I can't lose you!

These words enraged Luther, who trembled with rage and punched Zhuang Sen, causing the Dark Angels to gasp in anger.

"It's over! This must be Mordred's underhanded trick to seduce Father. That woman dared to yell at him! She deserves to die! Why wasn't it me? I want to take care of Father too!"

"Shut up. Instead of envying this, you should think about what we'll do after the Primarch returns. Does he really deserve to lead the First Legion? Will he settle scores with us? These are all unpredictable."

And that woman is the Primarch's foster mother. If you dare lay a finger on her, you'll suffer the same fate as Ullian!

Astelan's words sent a chill down Ramiel's spine. He didn't know why he had been so excited, and could only attribute it to the Primarch's power.

Because the incident happened so suddenly, when news of the Primarch's discovery reached the First Legion, only five hundred Space Marine arrived first, while the rest of the forces were rushing to the scene.

As soon as the 500 Dark Angels, led by Astelan, arrived, they immediately colluded with the 62.5 combat brothers and spontaneously formed an Inner Circle group.

Before they could even pay their respects to their father, they witnessed the Emperor brutally beating up the two Primarchs, and their own father carrying Mordred as they frantically fled inside the Abomination, waving a picture book in his hand.

Fealty that isn't absolute is absolutely Fealty. Unlike Atlas, who has already devoured Fealty like a snack, the Dark Angels values honor above all else.

They wouldn't allow the Legion to have any stain on its reputation, not even on its own Primarchs. They immediately pushed aside the Atlas who were watching the spectacle with amusement and sealed off the entire scene.

"Ramiel, the fact that Father was chased and beaten by His Majesty must not be revealed in the slightest. No matter what, the Primarch is of great importance to the Legion, so let us guard this secret!"

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Two large hands clasped tightly together, their eyes gleaming with unwavering determination, vowing to protect their father's honor within the Inner Circle.

In any other setting, this highly dramatic scene would certainly be worthy of being captured in a painting. The problem is, they're in Atlas's lair, still in line for food, and the Dog-men auntie acting as the cafeteria worker is feeling quite annoyed:

"Are you two going to eat or not? If not, go play somewhere else and don't bother the people behind you."

"Oh no! Ramiel, she overheard our conversation. We must make her Confession!"

Before Astelan, whose true nature was already beginning to show signs of madness, could finish speaking, the burly Dog-men aunt, whose arms were thicker than a human head and who was considered quite attractive among Dog-men, punched him, causing him to vomit blood and collapse to the ground.

"Dare to cause trouble? I think you're asking for it. Hey kid over there, bring me the tray."

When asked, Ramiel didn't dare to make a move. He obediently lined up for food, and even got one for his good friend. Before leaving, he asked one more question:

"Ma'am, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a boatman. What, you want to chase me? You've got guts, young man! If you can beat me, I don't mind giving you a chance."

Ramiel, then the chief instructor of the First Legion's new recruits, glanced at the other's imposing physique, which was even more robust than his own and tightly wrapped in black and white fur, and shuddered violently.

"Next time, next time, definitely! My brother coughed up blood, I won't bother him!"

This remark drew laughter from everyone, who exclaimed that Ramiel was a loser, wasting his tall stature.

However, what they didn't know was that Zhuang Sen had also witnessed this scene. The Primarch's extraordinary hearing allowed him to know every detail without missing a single word.

But Zhuang Sen wasn't opposed to it; after all, he became the leader of the Knights through personality cult, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Compared to personality cults and cliques, the Lion King was more Mordred about how Mordred integrated into the Legion, believing it would provide him with some valuable experience.

"You ask me how I integrated into the legion?"

"That's right."

Looking at the curious Zhuang Sen, Mordred's mind flashed through countless images, from being bombarded to his Rebellious son causing trouble everywhere, spending his days in the cabin playing games and slacking off, but finally, the image of Goff hunched over his desk, engrossed in handling official business, remained firmly in her mind.

"It relies on understanding and tolerance; of course, you also need a loyal and reliable assistant."

"A good helper? That makes sense! But where can I find a loyal and good helper?"

Before they knew it, Mordred and Zhuang Sen's gazes began to move downwards, eventually settling on the blonde girl who was devouring a platter of braised Tyrannosaurus Rex meat.

"Luther, join me on a lifetime of Great Crusade!"