Fire at will, targeting the Emperor.

Mordred reaffirmed one thing: soft education through the Primarch was simply not enough; physical education was essential.

While the saying "No pain, no gain" makes no sense, it depends on who it's applied to. For an ordinary person, it's classic PUA (Pick-Up Artist) tactics, but for Koz, it's an immediate and effective method.

With a powerful flying kick, Koz instantly became obedient, abandoning his previous lazy and slacking attitude, and began to study more diligently than anyone else.

His previous complacency made him think that no matter how much he slacked off, Mordred wouldn't punish him, to the point that he became a bit arrogant.

"Second Brother, I really want to rest!"

"Still taking a break? If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? Who told you to play around all year? If I don't see the Plasma Reactor set up by tomorrow, you're sleeping in the doghouse!"

When laziness got the better of him, Koz tried to get away with acting cute and charming, but this time Mordred wasn't so easy to talk to. She slapped him twice on the butt, making him scream.

"The Eighth Legion will be here in three days. Aren't you worried, you wretched brat? Don't force me to hang you like a mummy in front of everyone for the ultimate humiliation, like those bastards."

Upon hearing this, Koz immediately became obedient. The thought of being stripped naked and hung on a pillar for thousands to see made him so embarrassed that he could dig out a three-bedroom apartment.

That's right, Mordred's original punishment for those people was just to hang them up and give them a beating, but who would have thought that Rambo would discover a doll factory on the lower deck of the Abomination.

Upon opening the inventory, good heavens! It was full of high-quality replica dolls made from the Primarch, and what's even more infuriating is that some of them were his own.

Even if Mordred were in a complete daze, she would never have imagined that one day she would be turned into a sexy catgirl, right under her nose.

In other words, they realized the situation was dire and handed over all the embezzled funds; otherwise, every single one of them would have been exiled to Catachan.

Let's go see the giant clam, Pizhi.

To set an example, at the foot of Nostramo's Fel Spire, these Filial Rebellious Son were all stripped of their armor and hung there to dry like dried meat, leaving only a loincloth to cover their bodies.

For some reason, Mordred found those pointy-eared bean sprouts quite amusing; he hoped it was just his imagination.

As for Koz, Mordred had given up on teaching him how to run a business. He simply couldn't teach him that. It would be better to let him learn some technical skills, and someone would teach him eventually.

Anyway, Old Man Huang's skills are obvious to all. With the binding force of the Gene-Seed, as long as Koz doesn't go crazy, it'll be fine.

It doesn't matter if the main account is ruined; Mordred has already started training new alt accounts.

"Your Highness, the latest mined Adamantium deposits have been tallied."

The slender figure holding the Dataslate stood up, first glancing at Koz, who was struggling with the reactor, before methodically beginning to report the data to Mordred.

People are afraid of comparison; the more they compare, the more the gap becomes apparent. In just over half a month, Sevitar showed amazing political talent and fighting spirit. And it wasn't just him; Mordred also discovered two more promising talents among these kids.

One is Kaelen. This little guy doesn't have any particularly outstanding qualities, but he's good in every way. What's most commendable is his character. He's as righteous as a classical knight, and he single-handedly raised the Morality standards of the entire Nostramo.

The youngest one is named Shen. Although he is only eleven years old, he has already shown his extraordinary command ability. His only drawback is that he is a bit incompetent but addicted to fighting, and his combat strength is very weak, just like Guilliman.

These three were the SSR characters Mordred had drawn, and they were also the initial core members he had chosen for Koz. Together with Koz, the combatant and Techmarine, they formed the first four members of the Nobita team.

Mordred didn't waste his time either, since he had already wiped out 99% of Nostramo's population.

The rest were all tiny kids, barely tall enough to be seen on a wheel, thus fundamentally solving the problem of low-quality soldiers for the future Night Lords.

According to Atlas's standards, these selected children will become Koz's black-skinned inside defenders, and will be taken directly to Macragge for further study.

As for Nostramo, that huge Adamantium nugget, with so many Servitor mining it, the Eighth Legion can just guard it.

Looking at his former friend who used to call him "boss," now transformed into not only the leader of the pack but also the one who received praise from his Second Brother,

Koz suddenly felt a pang of jealousy, but he could only vent his anger on the reactor.

Hearing the slightly chaotic clanging sound, Master Mordred flicked Koz's head hard:

"Who taught you to assemble it like this? Get back to work! Look at Sevitar, and then look at yourself—you're such a waste of your brains!"

Hearing this, Koz felt even more aggrieved, but fate is so strange; someone will always become their destined White Moonlight. "Your Highness, Father is still very young. I think it's appropriate for him to relax a bit. He has already tried his best."

"Yes, I've tried my best. It's impossible for me to build a reactor in half a day."

Seeing that Sevitar spoke first, Kaelen and Shen also came over to plead with Mordred, which Moved the good-for-nothing Koz to tears. He secretly sighed that he had indeed made the right choice; Mordred was still the leader of the four.

"Good, good, good. You haven't even implanted the Gene-Seed yet, and you're already starting to protect Koz. I'm very pleased!"

But then again, Koz, why do you think it's impossible to build even the most basic Plasma Reactor No. 7 in half a day? I could do it before I returned to the Legion, even if I just churned it out from scrap."

Although he was sharp-tongued, Mordred was quite pleased in his heart. After all, his youngest brother now had a friend of his own.

"Alright, you can learn slowly later. Maybe I was pushing you a bit too hard. Come on, I'll take you guys out for some fun. Koz, you pay."

"Why should I pay? The whole of Nostramo is mine. Besides, didn't you just beat me up because I went to the Aeldari massage parlor? How can you just go whenever you want!"

Mordred didn't answer, but raised his fist and punched:

"Because I am the Imperial Warmaster, my right to go to massage parlors is unlimited!"

"Malcador, I am the Master of Mankind, my right to swear is unlimited! Why should I apologize?"

Knowing the Emperor would say that, the Arch-Magos's blood pressure rose slightly, but since this was the idol he had chosen, he had to endure it with tears in his eyes.

"My Lord, without Mordred there would be no Atlas. In the six months since he disappeared, Atlas has done nothing but sell those blasphemous dolls. The progress of the Great Crusade has been greatly slowed down. Are you awake now?"

Besides, we're already in Nostramo. If you really don't want to come, who can force you to?"

When asked about his sore spot, the Golden Giant was speechless, his awkward posture mirroring that of Perturabo, making Malcador want to slap him with his cane.

"Consider this my plea His Majesty Your Majesty."

"You said it yourself, I did nothing wrong! The only one who was wrong was Mordred."

"Yes, yes, my My Lord, you are not wrong. Mordred will surely admit his mistake upon seeing you. Let's go to the planet's surface first! The Eighth Legion has already made contact with Atlas."

Meanwhile, Mordred, who was bragging to the four little ones and enjoying their exclamations, frowned as he looked at the Holographic Projection:

"The Khan, take off the safety and give that Golden Giant a good shot."

"But Father, that's His Majesty, and the Arch-Magos, Malcador. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"I couldn't possibly make a mistake, the only one who's wrong is this bastard, get the guns out of here!"

What could the Khan do but obey orders, of course? However, he was also shrewd enough to choose the least powerful Lance, the same one they had used to bombard their own Primarch.

After the Lance array was calibrated, the Khan, while secretly lamenting his impending doom, pressed the large red button.

"I'm so sorry, Your His Majesty, I hope you're still alive."