Koz's Results Were Not Ideal

Roboute Guilliman, a heavily armored vehicle that has been highly praised since its inception.

Just like its name suggests, this tank, which was first discovered and popularized by the Wolf King, swept across the Empire as soon as it was introduced, thanks to its many advantages, such as durability, low cost, and ease of maintenance and modification.

You can see it on any recruitment poster, and it even became a symbol of the Imperial soldiers, affectionately known as the Leman Russ tank).

However, no matter how good the product is, apart from the casting sages who specialize in managing manufacturing and production, no one would be so bored as to investigate the specific parameters of Roboute Guilliman.

But as tonight passes, the exact parameters of Leman Russ will be forever etched in the hearts of every surviving Nostramo, especially the diameter of the road wheels.

Out of meticulousness, the Khan even went so far as to collect all Roboute Guilliman models for alignment, and only after ensuring accuracy did he send the command to the internal communications of all Atlas.

2,000 Atlas, 1,700 Spartan warriors, 230,000 Auxilia wearing powered exoskeletons, plus heavy armored squads composed of Dog-men and Ogryn.

This allowed the people of Nostramo to experience firsthand the true brilliance of Managed Democracy.

Because there were simply too many people to execute, and they couldn't kill them all, Atlas began to process them in batches to avoid wasting explosives.

Those who were strong and healthy were taken out to be Servitor, while those who did not meet the standards were burned in groups to extract their souls, using the flames to purify this sinful land and making a significant contribution to air pollution.

Don't think Mordred's behavior is inhumane. The entire Nostramo is rotten to the core. Those few maids who only stole some food before are already saints, one in a million on this planet.

Thanks to the relatively advanced technology of Nostramo and the household registration system that exploits everyone to death by the Hive Lord, Icarus can perfectly filter out those whose crimes do not warrant death through the network.

The problem is, after screening everyone, finding 100,000 out of 100 million people is considered extremely lucky. So what can Mordred do? She can only kill them!

More and more Chaos Energy Furnace rose from the ground, and for the first time, the Nostramo no longer had to fear the eternal night; the sky was bathed in a vibrant green light.

Even in the Sea of Souls, a Chaos Star lit up in the direction corresponding to Nostramo, terrifying all Warp Creature that drifted there.

"Isn't this a bit too extreme?"

"Extreme? You must be joking! This is solving the problem at its root. As long as everyone is killed, those who remain are all good people. This is my Mordred's justice!"

Still in that Hive City No. 5, after six months of nutritional supplementation, Koz has gradually shed his skeletal, emaciated appearance. Apart from still being thin, his face now has a healthy, rosy complexion.

He no longer speaks in two-word phrases like before; he can communicate normally now.

Perhaps realizing he wouldn't be harmed, Koz clung to Mordred, following her wherever she went, earning him unanimous praise from all of Atlas.

But compared to his appearance, the biggest change was in Koz's mindset. Since he no longer had to live the miserable life of not knowing where his next meal would come from, and in the atmosphere of Atlas where everyone was silly, prophecy couldn't torment Koz at all.

The only downside is that he's influenced by his surroundings; Koz has begun to show signs of being a lazy bum, and his favorite thing to do every day is to hang out with the Dog-men.

"Second Brother, if you do this, where will I recruit soldiers when I take over the legion? The factory is full of Servitor right now."

"Don't worry, don't you trust my amazing Second Brother? As the saying goes, a short pain is better than a long one; we must lay a solid foundation."

Taking the nuts and kernels that Konrad Curze had peeled for him, Mordred felt no remorse for exploiting child labor; she only took it for granted.

Through this knowledge-sharing, Koz crammed on Imperial common sense, at least enough to prevent his Primarch-level Super Brain from becoming useless, and he understood the current state of the Empire and his various rights as a Primarch.

Mordred scooped up Konrad Curze and rubbed his incredibly cute little face, letting out strange cries as he began his daily madness.

"My little Konrad Curze, how can you be so cute! You're only one year old and you're already leading a legion? You know that's way too early for you. A cute little thing like you would be eaten alive if left out in the open. How can I bear to let you suffer such humiliation?"

So you're in a good mood, aren't you? How's your learning from the Arch-Magos going? Hurry up and finish this test paper, then we can talk about the Legion!

Upon seeing the sudden stack of test papers, Koz's smile vanished instantly. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't wrestle Mordred's large hand and was forced to sit in the chair to do his homework.

Personalized instruction is a truth. A little kid like Koz, who cries for a long time after being punched, is not suitable for the high-intensity Titan Training Method. It would be better to do some tests to expand his super intelligence.

While the unfortunate child was doing his test, Mordred took out his Dataslate and began to look through the Eighth Legion's information.

Koz is right. He will return to the Legion one day. Rather than hiding him, it's better to let him see the world sooner rather than later.

Since the Primarch had not yet returned, the Eighth Legion was currently led by Sol Hal, Captain commander and acting Legion Commander, who was of Terran-descended.

According to Tom, a veteran who had been in the Eighth Legion for over thirty years, the Sol were quite nice. They were Terra veterans who had participated in the Unification Wars, and were conscripted for stealing the Warmaster.

In fact, back in the era before the Thunder Warriors disappeared, the standards for becoming an Imperial soldier were incredibly low, just like the recruitment standards of the troublemaker with the eagle.

With that level of warfare intensity, you could die the very next day; everyone is a expendable resource. It's only because we're taking such big steps now...

Only then will there be an opportunity to select the best from the best.

A hundred years ago, there were even terrifying legends circulating on Terra about Golden Giant and a shepherd kidnapping children; it was actually the Yellow Skins and Ol' Peson who were kidnapping people.

The Terra veterans who have survived to this day are all exceptionally skilled and resourceful, and because of this, they are also a group of proud and fierce warriors.

Mordred knew Tom's character better than anyone, and the entire Eighth Company was a bunch of troublemakers; anyone who could connect with him wasn't exactly a saint either.

Even if Mordred was unwilling to admit it, he knew that his offspring were all idiots. While they were all acting like idiots, the problems that had arisen in other legions had not even surfaced.

But the Eighth Legion is different!

It's important to understand that while the intensity of warfare in the 30k era was high, it wasn't as chaotic as in later periods. Although every legion had its share of scandals...

They all have their little secrets, but the only one that has been relentlessly carrying out massacres is the Eighth Legion.

Mordred wasn't sure if the Emperor was deliberately condoning it, but as far as he knew, the Eighth Legion had been doing dirty work, its reputation was getting worse, and its men were getting poorer.

All the legions believe that these thugs do not deserve honor, and that they can only scavenge scraps. To this day, even the Adeptus Mechanicus refuses to associate with them.

The nearly 40,000 Legion soldiers, upon encountering their one-year-old Primarch Old Man, were Fealty to be Fealty. After all, the Gene-Seed was like an aphrodisiac, something no ordinary person could resist.

Mordred glanced at Zhang Koz, who was hunched over his desk, having only gotten three out of ten questions right, and could already imagine the amusement that would follow.

The little ones can't possibly compete with them. Those crazy guys from the Eighth Legion, who kill and burn every day and skin people alive for fun, will definitely corrupt the kids.

"Koz, if only you were a strong, tough guy like me, I wouldn't have to worry about you. Grow up quickly, everything will be alright once you're grown up!"

"So, when I grow up, will I no longer have to do test papers?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred gave Koz a sharp rap on the head, thinking to himself, "You idiot, why aren't you doing your test? If you don't use your brain, you're going to be a mess."

"Dream on! What makes me, your Second Brother, a Warmaster? It's all because of my abilities, hard work, and sweat. Enough said. You're not eating today until you finish these papers."

"There's one more thing. I remember I put you in charge of the orphanage. How did you do?"

After six months of careful instruction, Mordred finally realized that Koz was good at everything except for his brain; after all, not everyone is a great inventor like Perturabo.

But you need to know how to recognize and utilize talent, and build your own trusted confidants.

When his Second Brother asked him this, Koz hurriedly threw the test paper into the corner, but Rambo, who was sleeping in the corner, ignored him and instead stuffed a few more blank test papers into the corner.

Mordred had given up hope after failing to bribe even the easiest target, Rambo.

"Koz, you'd be better off giving Rambo a piece of meat, and besides, I'm not blind. Rambo's handwriting is better than your scrawled mess. I put you in charge of the orphanage to cultivate your own loyal followers, don't you understand?"

Koz nodded quickly, saying that he personally went to the orphanage every day to lead the children in distributing food, and they all regarded him as their leader.

I even made a good friend!

Hearing this, Mordred smiled like a proud father; finally, there was something that met his standards.

"That's good. Making more friends will help stabilize your mind and prevent you from being misled by those prophecies. What's that person's name?"

"Sevitar, but I prefer to call him Sei!"

To prove his point, Koz produced a photograph of a group of children about his height huddled together, with Sevitar closest to him.

Although Koz claimed to be the leader of the group of kids, Mordred couldn't help but think that the real leader was the kid king named Sevitar.

"You got lucky. Be nicer to them next time."

They are just the right age to undergo Space Marine modification surgery and become your first wave of trusted lieutenants.

But then again, Koz, would you mind if I found you a foster mother?

"Oh my god!"

Upon hearing this, Koz froze on the spot, countless images flashing through his mind. Among those bizarre humanoid creatures, not one could satisfy him.

"No way, I'm still your brother. It's not right for me to call you 'Dad' in front of so many people."

Upon hearing this, Mordred was so angry that he slapped him across the face. He wasn't some Yellow Skins that gave birth to more than 20 piglets at a time; wasn't this cursing him to sit on the toilet?

"I meant finding you a foster mother, you! Not a wife for me. I'm not Dogs and Donkeys Neos. Your imagination is running wild."

"But I don't want a foster mother to take care of me. I'd rather spend that time getting a massage from Eldar technician."

"What?" Mordred was shocked. He suddenly realized something: Koz had gone astray.

"The Khan, where are you? Get out here right now!"