Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 116 The So-Called Elf Kingdom
After much persuasion, Mordred finally explained to Dorn what he was up to: it was definitely not about building some so-called second empire. His ancestors had been raising chickens in Tranquil Valley for generations, and he was a true nationalist!
"Dorn, you can't wrong an innocent person. I am the Imperial War Marshal. Why would I start my own faction? Hehehe, everyone knows I'm the best to my brothers."

Wiping away non-existent cold sweat, Mordred knew that even if she were forming a clique, she wouldn't drag Dorn, that stubborn and unyielding rock, into it; it would only be torturing herself.

It's better to believe in the Imperial Rebellion than to believe Dorne has joined his Second Reich.

In fact, Mordred wasn't lying this time. Ever since returning to the Empire, he had been searching for technology related to transdimensional communication, and now he was just missing the last piece of the puzzle.

The tranquil legacy of the Dahl Corporation, the psychic technology of the Randan Xenomorphs, the fel beacon of Noztramo, the Butcher's Nail, the Star Torch that uses psychic energy to guide Imperial ships, and the Xenomorph technology that Atlas has been quietly collecting since the Great Crusade.

Mordred already has a preliminary idea; the rest is to gradually coordinate the research and development.

For a modern person, Mordred's dependence on the internet is comparable to that of eating and drinking; he has long been unable to tolerate the Empire's abysmal communication efficiency.

Conventional radio communication can only cover a single planet at best. Even sending a message from Terra to Mars is extremely slow, not to mention the almost mystical Star Speaker communication, which relies entirely on experience to read.

Mordred wanted a real internet where you could traverse the stars, watch movies, play games, open boxes to attack, and brag, insult each other, and show off.

With the expansion of Atlas, the Tranquil Subsector has come under Goff's complete control, but Goff has complained to the five-star supreme ruler Mordred more than once about the slow communication efficiency and the increasingly bloated state of government departments.

"Dorn, don't let my seemingly lazy and idle lifestyle fool you. I'm actually carrying out a heavy burden for the Empire. I'm a Primarch with extraordinary intelligence, not one of those reckless brutes who only know how to draw their knives and fight each other!"
So, as the empire's foremost architect and your father's proudest son, you'll definitely help your second brother, right?

Whether others believed in such a grand ambition is unclear, but Dorn certainly did. He was the Empire's foremost architect and his father's proudest son, so he believed his brother was right.

"I will handle it!"

"Well done, as expected of Rogdorn, his words are so powerful, much stronger than Perturabo's!"

"Really?" Keaduo, whose lips were almost pouting, looked at Mordred. Although he didn't say anything more, anyone could see the eagerness in his eyes.

“It’s truer than the Imperial Truth!” Mordred said, then silently repeated to himself, “Pepe is the best,” before grabbing Dorn’s hand.

"Seventh brother!"

"Second brother!"

"Good brothers for life" x2
Sally, who was watching the scene unfold, was speechless. But after her previous experience with her outspokenness, she had learned to play dumb.

"So, brother, how far have you progressed with your so-called communication system?"

"Hahaha, of course we haven't done a single thing! Otherwise, why would I want to recruit you? Let's go, I'll trick Xiao Ma into coming over later. He's the easiest to fool, I can get him over with just three sentences."

Before long, the three Primarchs with different hair colors gathered in the Hive Laboratory of the Abomination. Mordred was not exaggerating; he really did manage to persuade Magnus to come over with just three sentences.

After all, if Magnus had any sense of shame, he wouldn't have refused Mordred's invitation if Mordred had just knelt down and begged for mercy in front of a group of people.

Although he was forced to come, Magnus showed great interest after learning about Mordred's plan, especially after entering the Abomination, and his eyes showed a hint of affirmation for Mordred.

"So your general plan is to use fel energy to replace psionicists, and then use a signal source like the Star Torch to transmit and transmit it!"

"Then let me ask you, how can you guarantee that these fel beacons won't pollute the Sea of ​​Souls? This could cause the elves to lose their homeland!"

Both men were stunned by these words, but in different ways. "Brother, what are you talking about? There are no elves in the warp. There's nothing there, just turbulent energy and some strange alien creatures."

"It's not just aliens, Dorn, you're wrong, those things are actually demons!"

"What demon? Mordred, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. It's clearly a benevolent elf."

The three had their own opinions. Dorn believed that the entities in the warp were aliens, while Mordred believed that they were full of demons. Although they used different names, they both believed that the warp was extremely dangerous and that there was nothing good in it.

Only Magnus believed that they were full of kind little elves.

Magnus was very displeased as he watched Mordred and Dorn describe the Sea of ​​Souls as hell.

"That's enough, you two. Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain. It is because of people like you that psionicists suffer such persecution."

Upon hearing this, even Dorn grinned, revealing a forced smile, while Mordred burst out laughing.

"Little Horse, are you out of your mind? Don't worry about what we call that thing, whether it's a demon or an alien, it's not a good thing. How could it possibly have the kind of magical little sprite you're talking about?"

To prove her words were true, Mordred summoned her demonic pet. When Seele appeared before them in her standard succubus form—with two legs on her head, a long tail on her back, and hooves with reverse joints—she was immediately attacked.

Instead of accepting reality, Magnus used this as a basis to say that this was what was called a spirit, and how well-behaved it was!

Mordred thought to himself, "Isn't that obvious? If Seele had dared to have even the slightest thought of killing her master, she would have been crushed to death long ago. All the demons that survived in Atlas were carefully selected; those who disobeyed were all burned into fel crystals."

Mordred glanced at Seele, who was now a completely useless demon, serving tea and water. He wanted to make her be fierce, but to his surprise, she gave him a proper salute.
"Hey ha, long live Atlas!"

Hearing this, Magnus became even more smug, his eyes filled with nothing but mockery towards Mordred:

"Second brother, stop pretending. You can fool others, but you can't fool me. Ever since I entered the Abomination, I've discovered your Atlas's little secrets."

"What secret? What have you discovered?" Mordred was truly panicked now. Before he could even call for Brian to use his magic, he heard Magnus explain himself:
"Of course, it's because you Atlas are all raising elves. What other secret could there be? Are you all a bunch of man-eating lunatics who provide supplies to other legions just to have their bodies taken? How could that be?"

"..."

Mordred, his heart pounding with anxiety, slapped his thigh, signaling Tom, who had already peeked out from the shadows, to go back inside.

"Little Pony, could you please stop only saying half of what you mean in the future? It'll cause misunderstandings. But I still firmly believe that they are all demons. Seele was completely taught a lesson by me, by punching her hard. What makes you think that the Warp is a land of goodness?"

"Of course, it's because I can travel to the Elf Kingdom!"

"The Elf Kingdom?" ×2
As their eyes met, Mordred and Dorn both realized the problem: there was definitely something wrong with this so-called elven kingdom.

"Little Ma, could you take us to see it?"

"Of course you can, after all, I am Magnus, the Crimson King!"

(End of this chapter)