Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 12 The Witch from Mars

As a newly appointed Great Sage, Kragg doesn't stick to the old ways like other techies. Rather than staying in the lab to do research, she prefers to follow the warriors of the Orm Messiah on expeditions to the stars to explore the fascinating technologies buried in the annals of history.

With her unparalleled grave-digging skills, Kragg's technological prowess grew rapidly. On her 100th birthday, she made her official debut and used a collapse bomb to kill her teacher who wanted to control her, earning the title of Sage.

With numerous factions within the Mechanicus, the drama of master-disciple conflict was commonplace, so Kragg's act of killing her master was nothing out of the ordinary, and even earned her the title of "Witch of Mars."

According to Krag's plan, without his teacher's control, he would surely soar to great heights, and might even ascend to the throne of the Forging General.

However, just as Kragg was feeling smug, reality gave the sage a harsh lesson. The 100-year-old little oil guy was no match for the group of old oil guys. In just six months, he was divided up by various forces and went from a rising star to a roadside nobody.

It was only then that Krag understood why her teacher didn't want her to go out on her own. Compared to studying at Shanghai Jiao Tong University and being manipulated by her teacher, the academic competition outside was far more brutal. A slight misstep could lead to certain death; it could truly destroy you in physics.

"Quack~ Don't tear me apart! I don't want to die!"

But as the saying goes, every cloud has a silver lining. Just when Kragg had been completely devoured and was about to be dismantled into parts on the operating table, news of the return of Primarch Mordred of the Second Legion reached Mars.

At the same time, the Emperor also issued an order to summon a great sage to the Second Legion.

Although the Cult of Mechanics believes that the Emperor is the incarnation of the Primarch, the Emperor is the Primarch, so what does the Cult of Mechanics have to do with the Primarch? The Cult of Mechanics and the Empire are on equal footing!
Currently, there are only four Primarchs who have returned to the Empire. Apart from Ferrus of the Iron Hand, who is proficient in technology and has the heartfelt affirmation of the tech enthusiasts, the other three are merely respected.

Not to mention that this newly returned Princess Mordred is from a barbaric world, just like those savage space wolves. Only a fool would become a prenatal tutor for barbarians.

The problem is that military orders cannot be disobeyed. Even if they don't want to go, Mars still has to send a great sage. So who is the most suitable candidate?

Driven by a desire to survive, Kragg volunteered, saying that she would guarantee to complete her mission if she was spared.

To be fair, Kragg has indeed matured after being toughened up by society. He doesn't need anyone to force him; he has preserved his dignity on his own.

And so, at the age of 100, Kragg was promoted on the spot to become the youngest mechanical sage on Mars, and on the very day he received the title, he was exiled at the speed of light and kicked into the tranquil world of the extreme star field.

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"Honestly, I was so stupid. If I had known I would end up like this, I would have developed my own faction first before taking down that old Deng, instead of making a hasty entrance."

Looking at the Great Sage Kragg, who was clad in a red robe, Mordred, standing on the bridge of the Exemplary, nodded and, after a slight pause, asked the question he most wanted to know.

"So, although you are nominally a great sage, you are not qualified in essence. Mars sent you here to make use of your talents and to appease me."

Upon hearing the Primarch's assessment of him, Kragg's hormone levels immediately spiked by five percentage points. However, after realizing that Mordred was right, he succumbed to despair, even causing the tentacles that had been extending from his robes to droop.

"Yes, you're right, I'm a complete waste!"

Whether Kragg is a good-for-nothing remains to be seen, Mordred continued, "So, what kind of team did you bring with you when you came to join me this time?"

Kragg shook his tentacle, his living skin stretching into an expression more painful than crying: "Your Highness, you know what's going on with me."

Aside from the supplies allocated to you by the Seal Bearer and the early education machine given to you by the Emperor, my entire fortune has long been exhausted. Even this body is a patchwork of misfits.” Perhaps to prove his point, Krag lifted his robe, revealing a fleshy body covered in stitches. There were hardly any metal prosthetics on his body; one might mistake him for a flesh-and-blood ascendant specializing in biological engineering.

"Alright, since that's the case, you'll be working for me from now on. Putting everything else aside, as long as you're obedient and loyal to me, I definitely won't use you and then throw you away like others do. After all, you're my teacher!"

"really?"

Kragg, whose life has been full of ups and downs and who almost became a servant, is in a state of shock and desperately needs a small home that can provide her with shelter. And this second Primarch seems to be very gentle.

The word "gentle" is not appropriate to describe a Primarch, but it was the first word that came to mind for Kragg.

"It's true, I, Mordred, have never lied to anyone in my life. Follow me, and I guarantee you won't regret it!"

With the promise came Mordred's perfect smile, and an indescribable power swept through the Great Sage's mind, as if the sound of dice rolling could be heard in the void.

"Waaah! Your Highness, I, Kragg Izaris, hereby promise that no matter when or where, I will always be your most reliable cog in the machine. I will never harm you like my teacher did."
Actually, I lied just now. I have a junior classmate in the Riza Forging World, and I'll message him to come over right now.

Life is like a boomerang. Just half a month ago, Mordred said that Old Huang's charm was useless, but now he just wants to say that it's really good!

In response, Mordred immediately grabbed Kragg's mechanical tentacles and activated the essential skill of a virtuous person, "Walking Arm in Arm".

“Don’t belittle yourself like that, Kragg. The moment I saw you, I knew you were my best teacher. We can learn and grow together. You’ve come at the perfect time. I just got a great treasure and I’m waiting for your help.”

Before the sage could react, Mordred grabbed her and dragged her away from the bridge, heading towards the engine room.

Ten minutes later, looking at the AI ​​core tightly sealed by a group of Atlas soldiers, Kragg's tentacles trembled wildly and emitted a sharp binary roar.

"My God! Such a well-preserved data core! I've never seen anything like it in all the years I've been excavating ruins. Your Highness, with it, I could even start a new academic school of thought."

Without Mordred even having to say a word, Kragg had already spontaneously gone to participate in the cracking work, his whole body radiating the brilliance of a bull or a horse.

Just as the Great Sage was engrossed in her work, Company Commander Joseph appeared behind Mordred: "Father, I have investigated the Great Sage's situation, and it is basically consistent with what she said."

However, his teacher did not die, but faked his death and escaped. His current identity is the junior of Sage Krag. Should we…” The Ninth Company Commander made a throat-slitting gesture, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Tsk! JOJO, I know you spent a few years in the 20th Legion, but you can't be this shady!"
As the second oldest of all Primarchs, the Second Legion will be expected to set an example and take the lead, so…

"So I'm going to kill him fair and square?" Joseph's answer made Mordred sigh again, slap him across the face, and pull his ear to scold him:
"How the hell can we put this kind of thing out in the open? What I mean is, do it cleanly, preferably get the evidence, so as not to make our Great Sage uneasy, understand?"

"Understood," the Ninth Company Commander nodded quickly. "Father, don't worry, I have nine ways to make him disappear from the face of the earth, nine ways!"

"Hahaha, go on, go on, and remember our Atlas motto—Nothing is true, everything is permitted!"

(End of this chapter)