Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 108 Angron, the Pioneer of Tanking Out

Ever since being brought to the Abomination with Angron, Yochuka felt like he was in heaven, and the first thing he did every morning when he opened his eyes was to check if he was dreaming.

For 14-year-old Nukelia, everything on the Abomination was exciting, especially the exceptionally delicious food, which made him wonder if some kind of magical substance had been added.

But all of this is nonsense. The deliciousness is entirely due to the ingredients Atlas chose.

Thanks to Icarus's presence, the Abomination, despite being a 25-kilometer-long Glory Queen-class warship, was remarkably clean and tidy, unlike other Imperial ships, thanks to its high level of automation.

Mordred doesn't care about anyone else, but as long as it's an Atlas ship, cleanliness and hygiene are always the top priority. Anyone who dares to dirty the floor will be met with the Terrorist Mobile Squad.

This isn't Mordred deliberately acting crazy; it's simply that in this universe, being unhygienic can attract bad things. Rather than getting into a physical fight with the Nurgle sprites later, it's better to take precautions and prevent potential problems from arising in advance.

How to prevent crew members from going insane during voyages has always been an important research topic for the Empire, and Mordred's answer was to ensure that the crew members were well-fed and well-hydrated.

To ensure the quality of their meals, Atlas's cooks had to undergo five years of systematic training and obtain professional certification before they could take up their posts.

But taking office doesn't mean you can just coast along. At the very least, you need to have exceptional fighting skills to ensure you can beat the vegetables on the farm.

Yes, Atlas's recipes include a large number of plants and animals from Tranquility and Catachan, which have always been kept in the ship's lower-level farms.

There are even some livestock that are raised as hydroponically grown meat, such as the sharks that Mordred painstakingly cultivated.

Not only is it extremely delicious, but it can also detoxify and beautify the skin after eating it, ensuring you won't feel tired all day. You can even keep it as an ornamental fish.

So if you want to have a good meal, you have to be a tough guy. Even if you have Space Marines with you to pick the plants, you might still end up being eaten by them as a snack if you're not careful.

Yochuka, who has survived to this day in Nukelia, is undoubtedly a tough guy in the making. When he saw the dog-man chef grabbing a large cleaver and hacking at the vegetables with such passion, he instantly developed an infinite longing for the profession of chef.

"I want to be a chef!" That was Yochuka's goal at that moment.

As the saying goes, gold shines wherever it is. Naturally, Kaska, the dog-man chieftain and then head chef of Atlas, would not let go of this arrogant young man who was born to be a beast.

But at least the dog-man wasn't like Atlas and his gang of bastards who forced Koz to drink. With Yochuka's small frame, he probably wouldn't even last half a day in the kitchen before being eaten by the vegetables.

In the end, they could only assign him the job of running errands and delivering meals, making him a glorious errand boy.

As he searched back and forth through twists and turns, Yochuka, the food delivery boy pushing the cart, was incredibly excited. This was his first job, and he had to take it seriously!

After confirming the location was correct, Yochuka politely knocked on the skull on the door, and after a red light scan, spoke:
"Are you the 'Ultimate Invincible Tyrannosaurus Warrior who uses the secret weapon, the giant durian, to force the Roman she-wolf to kneel down and call him 'Daddy'?'"

Seeing no response, Yochuka, who was almost out of breath, was very confused as to why anyone would choose such an abstract name. However, out of his dedication to his work, he read it aloud again, but still no one responded.

"Could he be dead? Well, someone who could come up with a name like that is obviously not a normal person. Maybe he accidentally killed himself with his stupidity."

Just as Yochuka was about to repeat it for the third time, the door suddenly opened, and a thick tentacle appeared, pulling him and the food cart inside.

The young man, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, tried to shout for help, but he was too tightly bound by tentacles to speak. Then he saw Angron lying on the operating table, looking incredibly embarrassed and only able to play dead.

And a gloomy, blond giant with a hostile expression, whose appearance was entirely mimicked by countless tentacles!

"Hey kid, I think I just heard you say my ID was stupid, didn't you?"

"No, Your Highness, you must have misheard. This name is anything but stupid; it's wonderful!"

But Mordred, driven by a wicked sense of humor, only wanted to have some fun and wouldn't listen to any explanations. He grabbed a bowl of cherry and cheese dumplings and swallowed them whole, while also extending a tentacle to lick Yochuka's panicked little head.
"Slurp, this is the smell of lies. You must be lying. I hate people who lie to me the most. You're perfect as a dipping sauce for dumplings. Your meat must be extremely tender."

Upon hearing that he was to be eaten, the young man trembled violently, his legs shaking so badly he almost ran away, regretting that he had come to deliver the food.

"Boss Angron, say something! I'm Yochuka, your good brother Yochuka! Ribbit! I don't want to be a chef anymore, someone save me!"

"Hehe, no matter how much you scream, no one will come to save you. Just accept your fate and be my dessert."

The piercing wails echoed throughout the laboratory; anyone could hear that there was no exaggeration in them, only a deep love for life.

After playing with him for a full half hour, Mordred felt that if she kept teasing him, the young man might be ruined, so she casually tossed him out of the lab.

"Second brother, Yochuka is still young, isn't what you're doing wrong?"

"Tch, I'm an Imperial War Marshal. I can do whatever I want. Without a strong mental fortitude and a lack of spirit, how could I possibly become a chef for Atlas?"
Instead of worrying about others, think about what will happen to you in the future. These damned Butcher's Nails have practically grown into your brain, and there are two of them! I suspect you'll die instantly if I take this thing out.” Upon hearing this, Anglong stopped chuckling, picked up a plate of dumplings, and started frantically devouring them.

Whether it's the Pleasure Nail or the Butcher's Nail, they are essentially modified plugins passed down from the dark technology era. Just like the power of the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin, this thing is not meant to be used on people at all. Even if you have a pointy head, you can't withstand it.

If it were just any ordinary thing, Mordred would be confident that with her superb skills, she could remove the nails from Angron's brain. But the current situation is that the two nails have completely replaced parts of Angron's brain and have also mixed in psionic elements.

The history of Butcher's Nail is completely unverifiable. Mordred speculates that it was likely a modification plugin used on Stone Golems.

Although it's called a nail, it's more like a biochemical implant, with parts of its structure spreading throughout Angron's body, much like the lymphatic system.

When Mordred cut open Angron's brain to physically remove the nails and cables, the Primarch's powerful regenerative ability became an obstacle; the more he cut, the more it grew back, and the more he cut.

"Eat, eat, all you know is eating! We're almost at Terra. If even the weasel can't handle it, just you wait and see. That dog-donkey will definitely open your eyes."

Based on his understanding of the Emperor, Mordred was certain that if Angron's problem was not properly resolved, he would be thrown into the Great Crusade as a expendable resource.

Unlike Mordred, who knew what a despicable creature the Emperor was, he had only ever seen Atlas and the Ultramarines.

In terms of moral standards, these were already among the top two legions in the empire, to the point that Angron, who enjoyed brotherly affection, believed that the Emperor must also be a good father.

“I don’t believe it. Father definitely loves me! He must be a perfect father. Even if you are my second brother, I will not allow you to say such things about Father.”

Mordred was so angry that he laughed when he heard this fool dare to contradict him. Only the Emperor hadn't openly broken ties with the four peddlers yet; they were still in a relationship of creditor and investor.

Whenever the Great Expedition achieves significant results, the golden giant instantly turns his back on everyone. He's the person with the lowest reputation score in the entire galaxy. He can treat you like a tool. Good father? Good my ass!

The Primarch was originally created through a joint investment between the Emperor and the Four Gods after a deal. No matter how much the Imperial Truth is used to brainwash people, the Primarch is still a product of the Warp.

There will inevitably be Primarchs entering Chaos; this is an unchangeable fact.

As the Great Crusade progresses, there has been a surge in the number of psionic beings among humanity, and this number will only increase in the future; no one can make psionic beings disappear completely.

Don't be fooled by the fact that high-level psionicists can move mountains and fill seas with a wave of their hand, and seem incredibly powerful like grand mages. That's just an illusion; in essence, they're just a tube of the warp.

In other worlds, mages can have an incredibly fun time, whether they use mana bars, spell slots, or even innate talents, bloodlines, internal energy, or superpowers.

In the Warhammer world, psykers have it incredibly tough. They're practically dancing on their own graves, and if they're not careful, they'll get caught by demons and taken back to be slaves of the stars!
In this scenario, the Empire's connection with the Warp will only grow stronger, and the Four Merchants will have an increasing number of pieces at their disposal.

"Angron, Angron, you still think too highly of Old Man Huang. Those two nails on your head already represent two evil gods."

"Don't even mention that scumbag weasel; even I would think about making use of trash. You're a ticking time bomb; you might explode any day now. I don't think you understand that at all."

One look and I know, this is Imperial Kenji!
Angron was speechless after being berated by his older brother, but no matter how Mordred explained, the unfortunate fellow remained stubbornly unmoved and didn't listen to a word he said.

"Second brother, I suspect you may have suffered some kind of trauma. The Emperor is our father, and even if he wasn't perfect, I can understand."

"But are you sure that thing you're talking about is a normal person? I don't believe the Emperor is as despicable as you describe."

When he got emotional, Anglong even composed a short poem on the spot, saying that he would give it to the emperor as a gift when he met him.

Mordred finally understood. No wonder the kobolds put the nails back in after pulling them out. Even he thought this piece of trash was hopeless.

Mordred decided to wait and see, wanting to see what kind of expression Angolan would have when he saw the Emperor in person.

When his good brother suddenly ignored him and started fiddling with a huge syringe, Angron suddenly felt uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Second brother, can't we talk this out? Put that thing down. We gentlemen use words, not fists. You can't resort to violence just because you can't win an argument. By the way, what's in this syringe? It looks so familiar!"

"It looks familiar, that's the anesthetic."

"anesthetic?"

"That's right, and it's a specialty of Nukelia."

(End of this chapter)