Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 114 I am Rogdorn
The time together was always too short. Angron, back with the Legion, began his first expedition to join Horus, who was engaged in a fierce battle with aliens in the Stormstar System, to spend his two-and-a-half-year internship there.

The Great Crusade is always the Empire's top priority. With Angron gone, only Mordred and Magnus remain on Terra.

Mordred stayed in Terra because he was just hanging around. After all, Tranquility was located on a major transportation route of the Empire, and countless supplies passed through it every day. He only needed to keep a small portion of it for his legion.

Not to mention that Atlas now holds the power of tax collection, and Mordred is the Imperial Warmaster. The Emperor, that bastard, goes out to have fun every day, so he can only leave Mordred in Terra to guard the house.

After all, Tranquility is under Goff's watchful eye. As the legion commander, what's wrong with him not being home? He's just coasting along wherever he is; Terra's bread sustains him!

He clocks in for work every day, hangs out with games on the side, and occasionally sneaks off to the bottom of the city to become a righteous Batman who adheres to the principle of leaving no survivors. He lives a life that couldn't be more comfortable.

The only thing that annoyed Mordred was that he was too bad at the game and lost every match, but fortunately he had a solution.

Magnus, on the other hand, was particularly eager to go on the Great Expedition to prove himself, but due to the scarcity of the Thousand Sons, numbering less than three hundred, he had to stay in Terra to rest.

This was only after the mutation of flesh and blood was resolved; otherwise, let alone 300 people, every single one of them would have led to the complete annihilation of the Fifteenth Legion.

In fact, when Magnus returned to the Legion, the Emperor had already planned to eliminate the Thousand Sons who were tormented by flesh mutations, and like the Emperor's Sons, he had already prepared a new batch of seeds.

But who knew that Magnus's extraordinary wisdom would strike and save Chiko, including Ahriman who was on the verge of death.

As for the price, Magnus thought it was just his right eye, and he was still marveling at how many good people there were in the warp. It was just an eye, and it was worth it!
Magnus glanced at Mordred, who was sprawled in front of the Star Torch Gate, handing him water and wiping his sweat, doing everything he could to win a game, and couldn't understand how his second brother had become a War General.

"Second brother, you're supposed to be an Imperial War General, you should be more mindful of your image. All you do is play games all day, I don't even know what's so fun about them. And who is this child? Could she be your illegitimate daughter?"

"You bastard daughter my ass! You one-eyed sunburnt Oglin, didn't you see her hair is black? How could my blonde hair be my bastard daughter? I picked her up, her name is Sally."

Hearing Mordred call her name, Sally remained unmoved. Her ten fingers, gripping the data pad, moved rapidly, displaying skills far beyond the reach of the blond giant, rendering the opposing character, "God of War Eightfold Heaven," unable to retaliate and securing victory in the game.

Then an extremely absurd scene unfolded: Mordred, who had asked someone else to play for her, shamelessly grabbed the data panel and started typing frantically:
"You piece of trash, daring to call yourself a war god. I'll make sure you can't even beat me with one hand. Go home and suckle."

"..."

After making his sarcastic remarks, Mordred stared intently at the data panel for a full eight seconds before a line of small text appeared on the dialog box.

"Damn it, don't be so arrogant. I lost this time entirely because of the high latency. That's not honorable..."

Mordred didn't care about any of that. In order to win the game, he not only hired someone to play for him, but also secretly changed the game character's stats. He just didn't believe he could lose.

After closing the game and completing her daily KPI, Mordred picked up Sally, rubbed her little face, and praised her, "Well done! You're truly my dear Robin. Here, have a piece of candy. We've protected the human empire again today!"

This scene made Magnus's eyelids twitch. Protecting the empire? You're clearly just trying to trick a kid into playing a game with you. Fooling people is one thing, but giving them a piece of candy is quite another.

The thought that he spends his days either reviewing government affairs or being bossed around by Macardo, and that even his offspring left behind in Holy Terra have been taken to work as government servants, makes him feel like he's doing Mordred's job.

Magnus felt extremely uncomfortable, and even his tone became sarcastic:
"If even playing video games can protect the empire, then the human empire is doomed sooner or later. Second brother, it's time for you to fulfill your duties as war commander. The Seal Master wants to see you."

After delivering the message, Magnus turned and left. He didn't want to be infected by Mordred's useless virus. He wanted to fight! He wanted to become a War Master!
But what Magic Pony didn't know was that while he was mocking Mordred, far away in the depths of warp, atop the bronze throne, a giant kobold was frantically rubbing and typing on a data tablet. "Damn it, how could I possibly lose? I can't possibly lose! It must be my data tablet that's faulty, that damn lag."

Realizing the problem, the kobold truly hated the dimensional barrier that blocked his power projection.

As the saying goes, to completely conquer someone, you must possess them entirely. But Mordred, a god born from the thoughts of all spirits and skilled at corrupting life, discovered that Mordred could not be corrupted at all.

The harder it is to obtain, the more precious it becomes. The evil god who already admired Mordred admired him even more. Realizing that he could not be a sycophant, Khorne decided to win people over with virtue.

He then summoned a powerful demon under his command and gave this demon, named Verden, a task: to oversee Vashtor and build him a machine that could connect to the physical world without any delay.

He has to win!

On the other hand, Mordred was much more carefree, heading towards the government hall with his little follower. He wanted to see what old man Macado wanted with him.

As the central hub of the empire, the Government Office is less a large hall and more like a giant fortress standing beside the Star Torch. Every minute, countless wagons loaded with parchment documents travel back and forth within it, making a huge contribution to the sudden death rate of imperial officials.

Makado, who single-handedly runs the empire, is the best among them, sleeping only two hours a day and spending the rest of his time on missions.

Seeing the gaunt old man in front of him raise his head because of his arrival, Mordred had no interest in respecting the elderly and simply plopped down on Macado's table.

"Mordred, you've been having a really comfortable time as a war commander. You're either loafing around or slacking off all day. It's time to give you a little push."

You pride yourself on being the empire's greatest master of skills, don't you? It's perfect that you establish the Assassin's Court; the empire needs a sharp dagger for internal use.

I have only one request: the Assassin's Court must be able to eliminate all discordant voices, even those of Space Marines.

Such childish remarks left Mordred neither excited nor thrilled, and even the Space Marines were not impressed. Why didn't you mention assassinating the Primarch? He wouldn't take the blame for that.

But the conditions that Macado then offered made Mordred, who had already turned to leave, sit back down.

“I can give you the Star Torch forging technology, so you won’t have to wander around there every day. And I can also make you the chief grandmaster of the Assassin’s Court.”

Mordred, who instantly flashed a fawning smile, made a firm promise that he would definitely create the most powerful, domineering, fierce, and ruthless super assassin, not for any other reason than that you are my dearest Uncle Ma.

"No, I disagree! This goes against the imperial truth."

"Who? Who's gossiping about me behind my back? I'm the Imperial War Marshal, and I'm the highest authority in Holy Terra right now. Get out here right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, human figure pushed open the door and stood straight in front of the two of them, like an impenetrable wall. His strong masculinity struck Mordred, and the burly man with arrogant white hair said loudly:

"I am Rogal Dorn!"

(End of this chapter)