Your Mind is Full of Yourself, Guilliman.

At the banquet, dignitaries dressed in traditional Macragge attire moved about, discussing cooperation with officials who had accompanied the fleet.

After all, it's Ambition Macragge with a very strong political atmosphere. Not only is the art style similar to Space Rome, but the people here are also quite stereotypical.

Not only do they have to vote on everything, but there are also all sorts of parliamentary organizations, big and small. Only Guilliman, this old Macragge, thinks it's normal.

"It's a pity you didn't get to see the Imperial Warmaster. I was his favorite! If it weren't for the Warmaster's selection of troops back then, I wouldn't have become the clan chief."

The young ronin chieftain's casual remark attracted the attention of many Macragge locals, who were all eager to learn more about this prince whose reputation was so polarized.

Logically speaking, with so many reporters waiting around, the news of the three former athletes meeting should have been on the front page long ago.

But for some reason, all the reporters had lost their memories of that day. It was obvious that someone had tampered with it, but no one knew why.

It's impossible that the Warmaster beat up their Primarch and then covered it up to protect his reputation!

"Hey kid from Serenity, tell me what's your connection with Warmaster?"

"That's quite a long story." The young clan chief gestured for everyone to move closer and recalled, "I remember it was a night fifteen years ago."

His Highness Mordred summoned all the Rogue Trader families, and even Princess Alpharius attended the banquet, granting us the qualification to join the Great Legion.

For us, joining the Great Crusade is an immense honor. His Highness even gave us two opportunities. Becoming Atlas would be the luckiest outcome, and if not, we could become Spartan Warriors. That's how I became the chieftain."

Glancing at this somewhat thin outsider, a veteran councilor could hardly believe that he was the Emperor's Death Angel. This skinny little monkey could only bully old men like him at best.

"So you mean you became Spartan Warriors?"

"How could that be!" the young clan chief immediately denied, pulling a Family Photo from his jacket pocket and placing it in front of everyone.

Pointing to the group of big guys above, he explained:

"I was able to become the chieftain entirely because all my brothers and sisters were recruited. My older brother became Space Marines, and my four older sisters and two younger brothers became Spartan. My father had no choice but to pass the chieftainship to me."

"As for the information you want to know, I can only say that the Warmaster is a very approachable prince. As long as you behave yourself, you can even ask the prince for preferential treatment."

So after all that, do you want our Serenity 50 Worlds Plasma Cannon? Buy more and get a discount, plus a free free-range chicken from the grasslands! This offer ends soon!

They thought they could glean some valuable information, but it turned out the man was just a salesman, which immediately drew a chorus of boos. Only the Minister of Agriculture came over and expressed his interest in importing poultry.

This scenario is not an isolated case; everyone who came with Atlas is working hard to promote their products, hoping to tap into the blue ocean market and contribute to Super Serenity.

On the other hand, the situation was not so harmonious among the Primarchs who were attending a private dinner party!

Looking at the two scoundrels circling around his mother, one on each side, Guilliman was furious. But any slight agitation would aggravate his wounds, so he could only vent his anger on the food, tearing at the giant chicken leg in his hand.

"Are you two being funny? That's my mother, I'm the biological mother!"

"You're not my biological child, but actually, Radish, I adopted you too."

Lady Yuton's words were a direct blow, leaving Guilliman furious and powerless. But when he thought about how these two inhuman people had beaten him to the ground, he shrank back and could only comfort himself by saying that his mother was looking out for the bigger picture.

Mordred and Koz were very excited by this scene, and moved closer to their mother, saying that they were just here to integrate into the family, and that their mother should not scold Guilliman, as he was just young and didn't know any better.

As a seasoned politician, Euten could easily see that the two were deliberately trying to provoke Guilliman, but Euten wasn't some old fogey.

She also wanted to tease her son.

Besides, who wouldn't love two adorable little Primarchs?

Do you really think the Emperor's character creation skills were for nothing? Primarch is a top-tier beauty, even Horus hairline is already receding, is a master craftsman.

After all, first impressions are always based on appearance, regardless of the era. Even in the Empire's assessment of Abhumans, appearance is an extremely important factor.

If someone looks like an ancient god, they're not even qualified to be Abhumans. We'll extract all their value, eat what's edible, and destroy what's inedible. And if they dare to claim kinship with our empire, we'll smash their hoods off.

"Alright, alright, you're all brothers. It's my honor to have two more outstanding kids like you. Radish, you must treat your older brother well."

"What? I was here first, why are they the older brothers? I don't accept this!"

"Then why don't you fight them both? Whoever wins is the elder brother."

Guilliman was speechless once again, rendered speechless by a single sentence. If he could beat him, would he need to be in such a state of impotent rage? The problem was, he couldn't.

Mordred both cunning and savage, and Koz is both savage and cunning. When they were ganged up on before, Koz especially liked to sneak up from behind, and he was as agile as a mouse.

"Fine, I won't stoop to their level. What exactly is your purpose in coming here this time, and why were you late twice, Mordred? Explain yourself clearly."

Knowing he was in the wrong, Mordred didn't stir up trouble. Instead, he recounted his experiences over the past year. When he heard that Atlas had wiped out 99 percent of the population of Nostramo, Guilliman cursed him as a Tyrant and also reprimanded Koz for aiding and abetting the evildoer.

"You clearly have the ability to help them reform, so why don't you treat them kindly?"

Before Mordred could even speak, Koz launched into a tirade, pointing at Guilliman's nose and yelling:

"Because they deserve to die!"

Unlike Mordred, who was pretending to be young, the one-year-old Koz retained a more primitive and simple sense of good and evil from the beginning. Coupled with his prophetic abilities, no one knew better than him what kind of people were on Nostramo.

"Guilliman, I don't know what your home planet is like, but on my homeworld, cannibalism is the basis of survival. What gives you the right to act so superior and criticize our actions? Do you think you're a god?"

If there really is such an omnipotent god, then why does a hell on earth like Nostramo exist? You're only thinking about yourself!

There's no point in talking when you don't see eye to eye. Koz did like Lady Yuton; he could see no sin in this great mother. But he hated his brother, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Seeing Koz leave the room alone, Euten immediately chased after him, leaving Mordred and Guilliman staring at each other.

"Damn, Guillimambo, now I know why all the brothers hate you!"