Yellow Fur, I've Fucking Endured You for a Long Time

Sandman's invasion began directly from the edge of the solar system.

The vast fleets of four Legions easily destroyed the solar system's defenses along the way, but upon reaching Jupiter, the counterattack from Dorn inflicted heavy losses on the four Legions' fleets. The Mountain Array stood in the void, cooperating with Jupiter's defense system, forcing the enemy to fill the gaps in their lines with countless lives.

However, the betrayal came from Mars. To Rogal Dorn's shocked gaze, a rebellion erupted on Mars. After defeating the factions loyal to the Emperor, the rebels occupied the entire planet and, cooperating with Mars's fleet, easily pushed the front lines close to the Earth-Moon defense line.

This meant Sandman could descend upon Terra at any moment, kick aside the Emperor, and claim the supreme Golden Throne that countless individuals dreamed of.

Mars's betrayal instantly stretched Dorn's forces thin. Without the supply of weapons and ammunition from Mars, Dorn's brow furrowed in frustration. It wasn't just weapons and ammunition; without external transport, the sustenance of Terra's tens of billions of people became a problem for Dorn. He had never imagined the situation could change so rapidly.

Dorn had originally planned to resist for ten days, waiting for reinforcements. But in reality, Sandman had swept through the solar system's defenses in just four days. This led Dorn to consider whether the solar system's fortresses simply weren't numerous enough.

"Enough, Sandman, you are shameless!" The Emperor was very displeased. He had been making arrangements, and just as he brought Dorn back, this happened. It wasn't just slapping Dorn's face; it was slapping his own. Although, someone had indeed slapped him before...

"It's just a simulated exercise, not like I actually brought my fleet to the solar system." Sandman chose to surrender on the terminal. With the Emperor himself appearing, what was there left to fight for?

"Father, I have brought shame upon you." Dorn said with some shame.

"Hmph, another uninteresting one." Sandman truly wanted to jump up and flick these Primarchs on the head. Was there no one normal in this universe? They all started with "It's my fault" as if they were all the same.

"Dorn, this is not your fault. After all, you just returned. You and Guilliman should get acquainted first," the Emperor said to Dorn.

"Follow me!" The moment the "yellow-skinned" one reached Sandman, he transformed, his bull-like eyes widening as he shouted at him.

Clang... The deafening sound of the door slamming shut revealed the Emperor's current inner turmoil.

"Are you really going to do this?" After closing the door, the "yellow-skinned" one's expression immediately turned grim.

Just now, Guilliman had been relentlessly interrogating him about the enemy behind the unknown plague that the Ultramarines had encountered. The Emperor had only given vague answers. After finally appeasing Guilliman, he saw the troublemaker Sandman rapidly conquering Dorn's solar system defenses, even fabricating the rebellion on Mars.

It was no wonder the Emperor's face was anything but pleasant.

"What do you mean, 'are you really going to do this'? I was merely conducting a simulated exercise with Dorn. Your 'stubborn rock' is far tougher than you imagine. When you cause trouble for them, you're more energetic than anyone. Now you're telling me I can't even have an exercise?" Sandman ignored the Emperor's "donkey face." He wasn't going to indulge the "yellow-skinned" one. At worst, he'd pack his bags and retire to Savior Star.

What about the galaxy, the human race, the Chaos Gods? Let whoever wants them have them!

"Then what's with Guilliman? Why is he so insistent on questioning the truth of the Warp as soon as he returns? What did you tell him?" The Emperor was extremely displeased. Guilliman's questions had undoubtedly caught the Emperor off guard, meaning many of his plans would need adjustment. If there was one Guilliman, there would be others asking questions; they couldn't be stopped.

"That's a very good question. It would be faster for you to ask Aquillon directly, saving me the trouble of saying something you'd think I was making up," Sandman stated his position clearly.

"Alright, that's all for today. I believe the Adeptus Custodes will provide you with a detailed report. If there's nothing else, I'm returning to Savior Star." Sandman stood up, not intending to continue arguing with the "yellow-skinned" one.

He attributed everything to the fact that everyone in the galaxy had their brains addled by Warp-induced madness. All he wanted now was to return to his doghouse and rest. He wasn't like these galactic perverts, the natives, who could fight without stopping. His body wasn't tired, but his mental state had been constantly tense. He planned to rest well before anything else.

As for finding the Primarchs? Rak'Gol? To hell with them! There were so many fleets in the galaxy; was he afraid of not finding the remaining Primarchs?

"Stop right there, did I say you could leave?" The Emperor blocked Sandman's path.

"Boom..." A black bolt of psychic lightning, carrying pure death intent, whistled towards the Emperor who had just spoken.

Even the Emperor paused for a moment. A powerful golden psychic shield instinctively expanded, blocking the whistling black lightning.

"You donkey, I've tolerated you for a long time!" Sandman swung his fist and smashed it towards the Emperor's face, which now seemed incredibly irritating to him.

The fist, shrouded in pure black psychic energy, struck heavily against the Emperor's golden shield, leaving behind a fist-shaped imprint filled with black cracks on the Emperor's psychic defenses.

"You bastard, activate your shell. I'm not your subordinate, don't use your methods of managing subordinates on me. At worst, I'll defect to Chaos!" Malice surged within Sandman, and the thought of defecting to Chaos made him feel a sense of boundless freedom.

The malice that had been lurking in his heart during the battle with the Krav Xenos, and the frustrating situation with the mortals on Macragge, made him furious when he looked at the Emperor before him. Although it wasn't his fault, no one else could vent his anger on quite like this.

"Don't cry later!" The Emperor deactivated his psychic shield and charged at Sandman without any pretense.

"Good!" Sandman watched as the damned "yellow-skinned" one charged at him with all his might!

Instantly, the two began to brawl like street hooligans. However, ideals were grand, but reality was harsh. While it was called a brawl, Sandman was mostly on the receiving end.

The Emperor's attacks were brutal. With three or five blows, his golden psychic energy shattered Sandman's protective psychic field. The golden psychic energy burned Sandman like a raging fire, causing him excruciating pain.

This brawl ended with Sandman mustering all his strength to unleash a bolt of psychic lightning that smeared across the Emperor's face.

"Do you submit? Do you want to fight more?" The Emperor, slightly tidying his somewhat disheveled hair, looked at Sandman lying on the ground like a dead dog. Even if he let the other party have one hand and two feet, the Emperor could easily suppress him.

"You bastard, I'll tell you the whereabouts of all the Primarchs. You can find them yourself, or let those Legions find their father, whatever. Just stop bothering me!" Sandman struggled to sit up from the ground, sending the information to the "yellow-skinned" one via psychic energy.

"What, still angry? Anyone else who dared to do this would have been chopped into mincemeat long ago. You're just lucky." The Emperor sat down beside him nonchalantly.

The damage Sandman had inflicted on him could be described in four words: a slightly soiled hem.

"Hey, speak up. Should I execute all the former high-ranking commanders of the 13th Legion to appease you?" The Emperor, acting completely inhumanely, decreed the fate of a group of 13th Legion high-ranking officials.

"I find your inhumanity has once again broken previous limits. What were you doing before? Why bring this up now? Why didn't you just chop them in front of Guilliman?" Sandman had a deeper understanding of the flexible moral bottom line of this middle-aged, greasy man who could die of a sudden heart attack at any moment.

"It's not too late now!" Sandman said. It wasn't his soldiers anyway. His orders were limited to imprisoning these muscle-brained brothers in the penal legions, or executing them; it had nothing to do with him.

If they died, they died.

"Go ahead, do it now. When Guilliman's great rebellion happens, I'll definitely stay far away and watch the show." Sandman suddenly recalled a famous apocryphal scripture.

Guilliman, having obtained the primordial truth from the Chaos Gods, drowned the entire galaxy with endless blue pills. Compared to the Horus Heresy, Guilliman's rebellion was even more fatal.

"It was just a joke, don't take it seriously," the Emperor said. Executing a few Astartes meant nothing to him; he needed to consider the consequences.

"It seems the omnipotent Emperor can only talk the talk. Are you really not going to tell them the truth about the Warp in advance?" Sandman brought up the previous topic again.

"I will reveal the existence of Chaos at an appropriate time, but not now. Their main task is still the Great Crusade." The Emperor finally relented this time.

"Suit yourself. I'm going back to Savior Star. Goodbye." Sandman said and ignored the Emperor.

"Stop!" The Emperor spoke again at this moment.

"What the hell?" Sandman turned back, looking at the Emperor with a confused expression. He suspected the Emperor was out of his mind, always looking for excuses to beat him. Sandman had to admit he enjoyed the psionic blast earlier, but the Emperor's attacks were truly brutal. Before Sandman could speak, he saw a hypercube maze thrown from the Emperor's hand.

"The matter of finding the Primarch is over. You need to grow stronger quickly," the Emperor said. What was inside the maze was self-evident.

"I thought you'd have me go to the Martian underground to get it myself," Sandman said, somewhat surprised. This was completely out of character for the Emperor, who was wearing a human guise.

"Heh, with your scrawny body, what would you do there? It's not even certain who would eat whom. Do you think Saint George slaying the dragon back then was an easy task?" The Emperor glanced at Sandman dismissively and stated the most heartbreaking truth.

"So I should thank you for that?" Sandman was instantly amused and angered. How did he even get to this cursed place? He was kidnapped, after all.

"You're welcome." The Emperor picked up the tea on the table, signaling Sandman to get lost.