Warhammer: A Stitched-Together Primarch, Xiao He Challenges the Emperor

After transmigrating into Warhammer 30k, Mordred becomes the Primarch of the Emperor’s lost Second Legion, but is raised as a chieftain on Ningjing by a band of beastmen and Ogryn. Just as he builds his first Bolt Pistol and prepares to lead the tribe in a counterattack against the Iron Men’s ruins, the Emperor’s fleet jumps straight in overhead and blasts him and his Titan fortress in half with a lance of light. Lying on the operating table, Mordred faces his golden, hulking father and swears outright: “Yellow bastard! You’re already trying to Exterminatus me?!” The Emperor responds with a backhanded slap, pinning him to the table, a sneer of utter contempt on his lips. Even more absurdly, the Emperor has already gone through his memories and knows all about the embarrassing time he wore a dress at eight years old. When his beastman subordinates crowd around the Emperor, demanding prison food and canned rations, Mordred curses furiously. When Khorne next door stares at himself in the mirror, drooling, he grits his teeth and forces his battered body upright. “My adoptive father’s Thomas Wayne! Want me to call you Dad? Beat me at arm wrestling first!” The Emperor takes off his sunglasses, revealing golden eyes. “Sure. Whoever loses calls the other Dad. You can say that once your backside has healed.” This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.