Nuceria's Plea for Aid

If you were to ask which Primarch's homeworld was the most troublesome, Angron would definitely be on the list, since nobody knows what kind of Dark Technology that anesthetic was.

If they manage to knock out the Golden Giant, then forget about the Great Crusade; every single one of them will be captured and enslaved.

Nuceria, an ordinary world located in the Extreme Sector, is extraordinary in every way except for its ordinary name.

Take Serenity as an example. What makes Serenity special is that it was used as a wildlife park by humans in the Dark Age of Technology. All sorts of bizarre species were stuffed into it, and when there was no room left, a couple of Ogryn would be thrown in to live like savages.

Although it didn't completely copy the neighboring Catachan, it had all the dangerous species it should have, and even One-Punch Mushroom that was suspected to be a failed experiment of the Old Ones. The only thing it lacked was the planet's autonomous consciousness.

But a world like Serenity is at most cruel; if you die, you die. In fact, as long as you don't do anything reckless and you are familiar with the habits of living beings, it can actually be a pretty good world.

After all, Horace is also a zoo; if the environment isn't good, no one will come. It's much better than Fenris, the Nordic amusement park.

However, Nuceria, which is also a theme park, is a different story. This awful place is similar to Nostramo, and it's entirely a man-made disaster.

What is man-made disaster? It refers to the group of slave owners who possessed Dark Technology and weapons. Nuceria is full of bloodthirsty lunatics, and every ruler of the state enjoys playing gladiatorial games.

It sounds like nothing special, but let me ask you this: is there any way out after being thrown into the arena? Absolutely not!

This is similar to the Aeldari's corruption. The more they play, the higher their threshold becomes. Once they are slaves, they will be slaves for life. They are no longer even human, but merely playthings to please bloodthirsty audiences.

Moreover, this godforsaken place is full of Dark Technology, even more advanced than the technology Mordred figured out, especially that terrifying device called the Butcher's Nail, which turned Angron, who was supposed to be a psychologist, into Wetware nail that could only shout "I'm going to kill you!"

The perfectly good, warm-hearted doctor is now ruined. If Angron hadn't had any problems, and he had been there adjusting the Primarch, the Emperor could have worked himself to the bone without any issues.

"Oh, and there's that good-for-nothing Xiao Ma. He's a problem child too. Next time you see him, just slap him. You can't go wrong."

Who is Xiao Ma?

After listening to the story, Guilliman realized his blind spot. To be honest, he quite enjoyed listening to stories, but none of his brothers liked him. The last one who didn't mind was someone like Mordred, who was an abstract character.

"My Little Pony's real Magnus, also known as Magic Little Pony, and nicknamed Little Pony Bro. As for his formal name, just call him Sunburned Ogryn, and you'll be able to tell the difference at a glance."

He'll probably be back soon. I'm definitely going to beat the crap out of his head when I get there.

"Therefore, our most important task now is to find Nuceria. Once we find this world, our brothers will be saved."

And the sooner the better, otherwise the moment the nails are in place, the Khorne will come running because of the smell, and that idiot is the worst person to lose."

Guilliman was convinced of this, after all, in his view, Mordred, though unreliable, was still Imperial Warmaster and the Emperor must have told him this information.

"But the problem is, where exactly is Nuceria? I have no idea!"

Mordred suddenly realized a problem: it was still early in the Great Crusade, and Nuceria might be hiding somewhere.

Now that things have come to this, what can Mordred do? He can only ask Guilliman to keep an eye on things, lest Nuceria end up being under the control of the Ultramarines without even realizing it.

It's actually quite hellish to think about. Nuceria is nominally within the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, but Guilliman had no idea that there was a brother being tortured up there, and in the end, he regretted it to death.

According to the Ultramarines, they saw Koz taking a walk with Euten, which made Guilliman feel much more relaxed. He decided to send Koz a gift in a few days to ease the tension between them.

As for now, he is still more interested in cooperating with Atlas, and the mere mention of it makes him angry.

"Those damn Council of Terra, for some reason they're so hostile towards us Ultramarines, making those opportunists from the Adeptus Mechanicus say I'm Ambition. If I find out why, I'll make them pay the price."

Hey bro, why are you sweating so much? The air conditioning system isn't broken!

"Oh, I guess I'm just too excited. It's rare to meet a brother as normal as you. I'm so happy."

Feeling guilty, Mordred naturally wouldn't tell the truth; this secret had to remain hidden, and she would have to change her identity in the future.

Mordred made a casual remark, but Guilliman took it seriously, which changed his impression of Atlas considerably. Especially after Mordred proposed sharing technology, he secretly admired his Second Brother's kindness and thought he was a worthy man to become Warmaster.

Soon, Atlas's liaison personnel approached the Ultramarines to discuss specific cooperation. However, to everyone's surprise, when the two sides met face to face, they found that they were all old acquaintances.

In particular, Eikos, one of the four heroes, was a veteran of the Second Company and served as Goff's company adjutant.

Looking at Goff, who was quite handsome and bore a striking resemblance to himself, Guilliman strongly suspected that this was his offspring. Only Eikos himself looked embarrassed.

"Captain, weren't you all Killed in Action? Do you know how I felt when I woke up to find only 17 men left in the entire Second Company? And the Gene-Seed has vanished without a trace."

Forty-five years, do you know how I've survived it?

Goff was speechless. He had indeed served as the Second Company Captain in the Ultramarines for nearly thirty years, but who could have predicted that his Primarch would return? Otherwise, he would have risen to the Legion Commander by now.

He could only fake his death to escape and run away with the bucket, but he was kind enough to remember their past relationship and didn't steal anything valuable, only some unwanted Gene-Seed.

Since they were all acquaintances, things would be much easier. Anyway, Goff was thick-skinned enough and had the ability to deceive people, so he quickly made up an excuse.

They said Atlas was the Emperor's eyes and ears, there to ensure the legion's proper functioning, but I felt guilty and speechless in front of my comrades, so I could only leave quietly.

The Gene-Seed had all mutated, and to protect the reputation of the Ultramarines, they had no choice but to take them with them when they left.

"Eikos, I personally promoted you, and I'm so proud of you to have achieved so much!"

"Captain!"

"Brother!"

Seeing this touching scene, Guilliman couldn't help but applaud. He had heard from the veterans of the Legion that Atlas had been completely dismantled and incorporated into other Legions since its founding.

It all makes sense now. So this is the truth. No wonder Mordred became the Warmaster; it was all preordained.

"Brother is truly amazing, truly amazing!"

What could Mordred say? She could only swallow her anger. If others knew Atlas's ultimate secret, everything would be over.

To cover up one secret, you need more secrets to protect it. Anyway, it's better than someone spreading rumors that Mordred is the illegitimate son of Four Merchants. At least the head of the Embroidered Uniform Guard is a decent person.

Just when everything was going well, and Guilliman agreed to donate his original blood as a backup, a distress call suddenly arrived in Macragge. The entire call contained only one coordinate and two completely opposite sentences.

"I am Sergeant Ionid Hill of the 135th Company. We have discovered a Primarch on a world called Nuceria. Requesting support."

"This is a trap, don't come any closer! This place is teeming with monsters! Requesting Exterminatus! For The Emperor!"