Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 110 Magnus's amazing idea!
Following the guidance of the Imperial Guards, the three arrived inside the palace. As soon as they entered, they immediately felt what true nouveau riche really meant.

Mordred knew that the emperor liked gold, but he never expected that the entire palace would be so garish and yellow, like visual pollution, making his eyes hurt.

There wasn't a single patch of green in the entire palace. You should know that the corridors of his Abomination were planted with a large number of Katachan Bloodthirsty Vines, which could be used as both green plants and pets.

Beneath the tall, tacky dome lay two bloated figures of a tyrannical ruler and his treacherous minister, a sight that made Mordred feel nauseous. Only Magnus frowned, recalling a secret story that Peturabo had told him.

"Mordred, what's with that disdainful look on your face? I think you're asking for a beating again... Hey?... Have you shrunk?" The emperor, who had been planning to beat up this unfilial son to relieve his boredom, stopped and carefully compared his size.

Although Mordred kept claiming he was four meters tall, the Emperor knew that this bastard was just a jerk, and the extra height was entirely due to his frizzy blond hair. He even secretly wore height-increasing insoles.

But looking at his rebellious son, who was at most two and a half meters tall, out of curiosity, the Emperor's golden eyes swept over the body and saw the large lizard that the Abomination was holding in its mouth.

The murky, chaotic crimson psionic energy surged within his body; even a slight leak could drive the entire planet into madness. However, it was bound and decomposed by an indescribable cage of flesh and blood, slowly transforming into emerald green fel energy.

Without even thinking, the Emperor knew at a glance that the pungent smell was the work of that kobold, leaving him in a dilemma of whether to hit it or let it go. In the end, he simply slapped Magnus on the head and erased his memory of being hit.

Looking at the innocent-looking Magnus and the emperor pretending nothing had happened, Mordred felt that the empire was doomed sooner or later, and regretted more and more for refusing the kobolds' offer.

"Old Huang, stop posing there. You should use that time to think about what to do with Anglong."

Mordred disconnected the black stone force field generator from the suitcase, grabbed Angron by the thigh, and pulled him out. The two metal cables dangling above his head were particularly eye-catching, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

“My lord, I see two evil forces dwelling within his body, and your offspring is in great pain.”

“Yes, I can sense that Angron has been resisting all along; they want to take my child away.”

An intense, suppressed rage surged within the Emperor. Even though he had already glimpsed a glimpse of the Primarch's future betrayal, he would not allow the Primarch to suffer such torment.

Unlike the slave who only knew how to run away, although he did not unify his homeworld, the Emperor did not abandon Angron. On the contrary, he greatly admired the courage to resist.

Mordred was unsure of the man's view of the Primarch: whether he was a tool for the Great Crusade, a progeny he regarded as his own, or both. No one knew the answer.

To prevent the condition from worsening, Angron was put back into the black stone suitcase, and Mordred took out her previous test report on Angron.

Mordred felt he had done everything he could, and there was no way he could perfectly remove the two relics from the Dark Ages. He could only place his hopes on the Emperor, this ancient weasel with millennia of experience.

"Old Huang, you are an immortal who personally experienced that era, this should be no problem for you, right?"

The emperor did not answer the question directly, but instead led everyone deeper into the palace.

As the elevator doors opened, Mordred saw a super-nest city hidden underground, where countless tech enthusiasts had gathered, and he could even see knight mechs serving as construction machinery.

Mordred had already guessed where they were, but the Emperor did not lead them to the final destination of the Great Crusade. Instead, he took a detour and brought them to a giant laboratory.

Looking at the 21 cultivation chamber bases neatly arranged around him, the Emperor finally spoke:
"I am not a god, nor can I know every technology that has developed in the human race."

The technological explosion of the Human Federation is entirely due to the rapid development of intelligent AI. Countless technologies are developed every day, and it is possible for a person to master even one technology in their entire life, and I am one of them.

"Macado, do you still remember those glorious days?" A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the silent, withered old man. How could he not miss that vibrant era, when everything flourished? It was during that time that he was born.

“My lord, I remember. But it is precisely because of this that I know how insane that era was, how so-called morality and ethics were nothing but empty words, and how lawless technological warlords were everywhere.”

Aren't you curious about why the Iron Man rebellion happened? I can tell you definitively that in the era when humanity was at its most powerful, even the Iron Man couldn't tolerate human madness.

The blasphemous creation atop Angron's head was born in that mad era..."

As their eyes met, Mordred and Magnus both saw the confusion in each other's eyes. Why were these two old men starting to lament about life? Shouldn't they be saving Angron?

"You've talked so much nonsense, so is there any way to solve this?" Mordred, unable to bear it any longer, interrupted their reminiscing.

Unexpectedly, the emperor actually nodded, indicating that there was indeed a solution.

"Since you have a solution, what are you two arguing about for so long? Hurry up and get to work, use your invincible psionic power to remove the nails."

"Can't be disassembled!" Golden psionic energy carried Angron to the front of the operating table, and a holographic image instantly revealed the internal condition of his body.

Looking at the dense, intricate cables that had become one with Angron, the Emperor declared that once the nails were removed, Angron would surely die, and might not even live to see the day the Great Crusade was completely won.

"The current situation is that these two nails have replaced part of the functions of Angron's brain. In fact, it could be said that the nails are his true form. Angron has less brain tissue left than a dog."

Rather than let him suffer like this, it's better to preserve it; we should trust the wisdom of future generations.

Hearing this, Mordred was somewhat taken aback; this was not the solution he wanted at all.

The good news is that the Emperor didn't use Angron as a expendable resource in the Great Crusade as before. The bad news is that the Emperor, that bastard, actually gave up and still believed in the wisdom of future generations. He wanted to punch someone whenever he heard the name Mordred, and that's exactly what he did.

Just as the Emperor and Mordred resumed their physical altercation, Magnus, who had remained silent but had been observing everything, suddenly spoke up:
"Since the nail is Angron's true form, if he dies, wouldn't I have two nail brothers? Buy one, get one free!"

The moment these words were spoken, the air fell silent. Everyone turned to look at the one-eyed, sunburned Oglin, so much so that the two burly men who were fighting each other forgot their argument.

The magical pony, who had become the center of attention, was a little embarrassed, especially when he saw his father and second brother starting to write and draw, and fiddling with the corpse of Angron. He panicked even more when he saw them doing so.

"I just said it offhand, don't take it seriously!"

They weren't entirely unconvinced; after hearing Magnus's idea, Mordred and the Emperor actually began to ponder it, and the more they thought about it, the more sense it made.

"Old Huang, how about we give it a try?"

"What? Second brother, what do you want to try? Father, you mustn't agree!"

"Just try it!"

"Do not--"

(End of this chapter)