Koz is Tiny

Tom wasn't a biological Arch-Magos, nor was he Female Astartes; he was just an ordinary Space Marine Captain.

But if he can't understand it, doesn't Mordred understand it too?

In the footage, the thin humanoid figure frantically attacking the observation window of the nursery pod is a juvenile Primarch, and a dangerous one at that, Konrad Curze.

Based on Mordred's own deductions, after he climbed out of the nursery and was adopted by Thomas, the danger level was off the charts due to the extremely pure biosphere system of Serenity.

Based on the Emperor's mechanism that the more dangerous the location, the faster the Primarch matures, Mordred must have been among the fastest-growing Primarchs, reaching over two meters tall by the age of three.

In other words, Koz, who looks to be a little over 1 meter tall, is at most only one year old, and hasn't had much time to climb out of the nursery pod.

Perhaps sensing something, Koz, who was being filmed by the camera, darted back into the shadows, completely escaping the camera's view.

"No, we absolutely can't let him get away. Nostramo is such a godforsaken place that anyone who comes here will become a monster. We must find him while he's still a toddler."

"Leave a portion of the crew behind to find a way out of the Webway and into the Material Universe. The rest of you, move out immediately."

"Hey ha, Atlas will win!"

Mordred slapped Brian on the Khan head. He always felt that this kid was a bit crazy. This operation was to search for Koz, and those Nostramo natives were no challenge at all.

"Everyone, pay attention! Don't be fooled by the target's size. My brother may be young, but he's also a Primarch. Prioritize your own safety. His fingernails can even tear through Adamantium."

As for the planet's native inhabitants, I grant you the right to act as you see fit. If you encounter any obstruction, you are free to open fire. Do not show any mercy to these scumbags.

Squad 1 to take control of the starport, Squad 2 to take control of the Hive City, the rest of the personnel to conduct an armed search, all personnel to move out!

Without hesitation, Atlas, having received the order, began to board the Thunderhawk in battle formation, one after another passing through the small gate of the Webway.

Even without naval fire support, the Thunderhawk, capable of serving as aerospace fighters, were sufficient. In just 15 minutes, Atlas seized the command tower of Nostramo's aerospace starport.

Meanwhile, the second squad, based on Tom's personal signal coordinates, determined the location of the Hive City and eventually infiltrated it stealthily using gravity parachutes, avoiding the fire control lock of the Anti-aircraft Gun and beginning to disarm the anti-aircraft weapons.

As for Mordred himself, he didn't need any external force devices at all. He simply relied on the huge Bone Wings on his back to glide and silently perform an Orbital Drop that broke through the atmosphere.

They then located the original children's pod where Tom was hiding.

"Phew! Father, I was about to suffocate if you hadn't come soon."

"Shut up. The original children's pod has an independent breathing and life support system. If you hadn't been holding your breath there, you could have easily gasped for air with your mouth open. You almost made yourself die from stupidity."

After disciplining her good-for-nothing, unlucky son, or rather, the exceptionally fortunate Tom, Mordred followed the scent of blood to the crime scene.

The first thing that catches the eye is not human remains, but a giant rat that has been gnawed in half.

Mordred had never seen such a big rat in his life. It was black and strong, but unfortunately it was now gnawed into pieces.

But while it's a rat story, Mordred doesn't really want to raise any Big Rat. What he wants is the memory of the rat before its death. Whether it's alive or dead doesn't matter, as long as the brain tissue is intact.

As a fleshy tentacle shot out, the rat, which was already only half its original size, began to rapidly mutate, undergoing a living remodeling process at the cost of consuming its own biomass.

Mordred also saw the scene of the Big Rat being preyed upon by Koz during this reshaping process.

"This thing has been staying in the sewer the whole time. No wonder it's so dark; it's a veritable sea of maggots."

So that's why he eats rats?

"No! That's not the main reason," Mordred tossed Tom a quick-fit armor pack developed by Atlas, gesturing for him to look up while putting on his armor.

Under the pitch-black sky, the Bolter gradually became more and more frequent Hive City, with occasional flashes of azure light from Plasma explosions.

"Atlas has already begun to clean up these scumbags. Like I said, this isn't the main reason Konrad Curze eats rats, but simply Nostramo is a completely sinful place."

They physically eat people, and the cause of all this is not a natural disaster, but entirely man-made.

Thanks to supplying other worlds Adamantium the precious mineral of adamantite, the wealthy tycoons of Nostramo have made a fortune; the cost of just one meal there could feed a lowly Scavengers for half a year.

But that enormous wealth never flows to the lower classes. Look around, Tom. In such a modern world, with all sorts of household appliances and garbage, they still can't get enough to eat and have to resort to cannibalism to survive.

"The Ninth Legion should have a lot in common with them."

Mordred nodded, indicating that although it was somewhat hellish, it was indeed the case. Before the Great Angel returned to the legions, the Ghouls of the Ninth Legion were indeed the most disliked group of people, second only to the 11th Legion, whose members were highly mutated and gradually becoming less and less human.

These two legions were both incredibly unlucky. The Ninth Legion's Black Thirst was not only a genetic disease, but also largely due to Warp factors. The source was contaminated, or rather, they were originally created for the purpose of sustaining war through warfare.

Furthermore, their highly compatible Gene-Seed suggest they were designed as cannon fodder.

As for the 11th Legion, Mordred had barely seen them. Not only were their numbers pitifully small, but they were also particularly prone to genetic mutations.

"Huh? Father, I think I've found a piece of Adamantium ore."

Seeing that his Rebellious son had interrupted him again, Mordred snatched the piece of Adamantium ore and pointed to the ground, saying:

"Look at your lack of ambition. The entire Noztramo is just a ball of adamantite and iron. We won't lack adamantite in the future. We can talk about it when we get back. Anyway, he can't travel back and forth like Katachon. The most important thing now is to find Koz!"

And let me add something: your helmet is made of Adamantium too, isn't it? Your father treats you well, doesn't he?

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Mordred, who was shrinking in size and putting on a Mark III Power Armor, flicked his wrist, manipulating the neural interface formed by his flesh and blood to connect with the armor, creating a Black Carapace -like structure.

He only needs the armor's information platform; he doesn't need anything like electronic muscles, as his powerful physical strength is more than enough to carry it.

As the gunfire intensified, Atlas gradually gained control of the Hive City. After controlling each area, all the lights in that area were turned on to dispel the darkness and reduce the target's escape range.

But Mordred knew that it was impossible to find Koz in this way. After all, the little thing's prophetic ability was terrifyingly strong, completely different from his own ultimate knock-off bow-like prophetic ability.

After all, Mordred's prophetic abilities are inaccurate; aside from being able to predict movies, they are basically useless.

As for Koz's prophetic abilities, they are something that can be described as metaphysics. They simply allow you to experience the future, but the outcome is not necessarily accurate!

It was precisely because of this special ability to experience the entire life of a target, just like in virtual reality, that Koz, who fell into Nostramo, eventually went mad.

"Therefore, when dealing with this kind of person, you must never engage in a direct confrontation. The most terrifying thing is to kill them on the first encounter. Once you fall into their rhythm, you will eventually be toyed with and killed."

Mordred was strolling through the underground passages of the Hive City, explained things while simultaneously sharing trivia with all the Atlas through the internal channel.

"Then how can we defeat this enemy? Or rather, break his prophetic abilities!"

This kind of electronic battle is something that people of all ages and genders enjoy immensely, especially Atlas and his group of daydreaming types, who are particularly adept at it.

Some say that only magic can defeat magic, and to deal with a prophet, you need another prophet to make a counterprophecy.

Some people say that prophecy is useless; if you can predict someone else's prophecy, why can't others predict yours?

Instead of repeatedly using nested dolls, it's better to use overwhelming firepower. Once the location is determined, unleash a super-powerful barrage, and even the Primarch will have to kneel.

Mordred made a deep note of this man, intending to teach him a lesson when he returned, and first exile him to Catachan for three months.

"There is actually more than one way to deal with those who have the ability to predict the future, but they can be roughly divided into three categories: interference, manipulation, and guidance."

The common characteristic of these three types is that they aim to distort and invalidate predictions, causing information confusion regarding the target and ultimately leading to incorrect decisions, such as our current situation.

Tom still didn't understand what his Primarch wanted to do, but through the Auspex, he could see that Atlas was gradually forming an encirclement.

But this encirclement is like a random arrangement, constantly changing.

"Father, I still don't understand."

"Tom, you really should get your head checked."

They randomly chose a fork in the road and, after many twists and turns, Mordred proceeded entirely haphazardly. When they suddenly came to a slightly wider underground cavern, the two finally stopped.

"He always wins the game outside the chessboard. Why should we be drawn into his rhythm? As long as we lure him out, I'll definitely be able to capture him."

Tom seemed to understand something, yet also seemed somewhat confused. He knew his Primarch was incredibly powerful, but shouldn't the current issue be how to find a target?

"Let me be frank. The simplest way is to cast a wide net and force him to reveal himself, but our environment here is too complicated to apply that approach. But what if his prophecy was something I orchestrated?"

"But none of you have seen him. Out of everyone, I'm the only one who's ever met him face to face."

No sooner had Tom finished speaking than a small, thin figure descended from the sky, pounced on his neck, and stared intently at the figure that had suddenly appeared behind him.

Even though he's just a tiny Koz, Primarch is still Primarch. Angron could use stones to take down Aeldari raiding parties, Koz could just snap Tom's neck in one go.

"Let me go—"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Koz was given no chance to react. In the face of pure numbers, all mechanisms are meaningless. Mordred's current achievements are entirely due to his hard work and dedication.

With a single punch, Tom's head was sent flying, and Koz, who was clinging to him, was also slammed into the wall by the force of the impact, and was immediately captured by Mordred, who appeared in a flash.

"Let me go, you hollow monster! Why did you kill him? You would have let me go because of him."

Mordred was annoyed by the incessant hissing Low Gothic with its Nostramo accent, so she picked up Tom's skull and smashed it over Koz's head.

"You're making a fuss over nothing. You even try to predict my thoughts. I don't even know what I'm thinking. Can't I just change my mind at the last minute?"

Little one, I'll say it again, I'm your Second Brother. You can guess what will happen if you don't listen to me.

Koz was indeed terrified because he saw the horrific image of himself being swallowed whole and completely devoured.

Why did you eat me?

"Because you disobeyed, and who said I wanted to eat you? I don't want to eat you anymore."

As Mordred spoke again, Koz no longer saw himself being devoured alive, something that was utterly incomprehensible to a consciousness that had only existed for 710 months.

"If I behave, you won't eat me, right?"

"Not necessarily, but I can make sure you have a full meal and hear me call you 'Second Brother'."

Driven by a simple craving for satiety, Koz, who has grown to his current size solely by eating rat meat, longs to eat a few more large rats:

"Big brother."

"Ah, the core members of the Second Legion must be trained from a young age; this is exactly what I desire!"