Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 125 Divine Seal
As dusk fell in Terra's North Pole, an engineering team comprised of three legions was working intensively on construction.

A large number of containers bearing the logo of Atlas were airlifted in, and as soon as they landed, they were unpacked and loaded onto trucks, where they were assembled under the direction of the Great Sage.

After years of experience, Kragg is no longer the mediocre sage she once was. With Atlas as her backer, she can even be received by the Forging General when she goes to the Mars headquarters. She is definitely a winner in life.

Not to mention that he personally participated in the modification and research of Angron and got to know Rand, the greatest sage of the Empire during the Great Crusade.

Loyalty is the best reward.

Krag kept this in mind. Regardless of whether it violated the truth of the Empire, she would do her best to achieve that goal as long as Mordred gave the order.

As for the Om Messiah she once believed in, the Great Sage could only say it was irrelevant: why didn't you show yourself when you were being dismantled into parts?

Compared to the vague and unpredictable nature of faith, tangible things are much more real.

Looking at Mordred, who was discussing the final plan with the two Primarchs, Kragg wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth before stepping forward:
"Your Highness, all components have been assembled, and the receiving terminal in the Tranquil area is now fully operational. We can now conduct our final test."

"Alright, then activate the divine seal immediately! Krag, you are truly my capable assistant."

The Great Sage, whose head was being kneaded, trembled. Stimulated by a massive amount of dopamine, the twelve mechanical arms emitted an ominous green light, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light. He almost caused her living brain to dry out and start smoking.

Fortunately, his black robe was large enough to cover the leaking No. 54 engine oil, preventing others from noticing the Great Sage's unusual condition.

Once the final order was given, all staff members quickly evacuated and took refuge in the fortifications that had been built in advance.

Under the spotlight, the Shenyin terminal, which spirals upwards in a double helix structure and is divided into upper and lower layers, with a total height of thirteen kilometers, began to gradually light up.

This was the first time the three legions had worked together. Atlas contributed the core technology, the Thousand Sons performed psionic disassembly, and the Imperial Fist turned that technology into reality.

After investing a great deal of manpower and resources, this creation, which cost one-third of the cost of a Glory Queen-class warship and emptied Atlas's coffers, embodies the hard work of countless people. If it succeeds, they will make history.

Countless thoughts representing anticipation were brewing in the sea of ​​souls, even attracting the attention of the evil god who was also watching the live broadcast.

The kobolds are fearless and want to play games without lag more than anyone else. The blue aunt only seeks change, as the appearance of the divine seal will make her stronger. Nurgle has already regarded Mordred as a fellow enthusiast and will not betray their friendship.

As for Slaanesh, there's no need to mention him. Atlas knows better than anyone what he would do with the divine seals, and Slaanesh is one of his powers.

"The Fel Core has been activated."

"Subspace fissure readings unchanged, conversion rate good, plasma engine ignition successful, connecting to Terra geothermal core, initiating connectivity!"

However, at this exciting moment, someone always manages to spoil the atmosphere. Upon seeing the suddenly appearing golden giant, the three brothers simultaneously frowned, and a muffled thud of exasperation echoed through the subspace.

"Old Huang, you are really unpleasant. Don't force me to get angry when I'm happiest. Even you can't kill the three of us brothers when your spiritual energy is depleted."

“That’s right. To stop the plan, even you, Father, will have to get past me, Magnus, first. Muscle strength, I…”

"Snapped"

Before he could finish speaking, Little Horse was slapped through the floor, leaving only his head sticking out. His eyes instantly became clear. "Psionic is psionic, why call it muscles? I think you've taken the wrong medicine."

"No, Father, you can't slander me. This is all-natural; I didn't take any drugs." Even after being defeated in one move, Magnus kept proving that his muscles weren't generated by psychic energy, but were all-natural.

Meanwhile, Dorne, seeing his good brother crippled and kneeling so quickly, slipped behind the Emperor in an instant.

Mordred knew these two were unreliable, so he had to take matters into his own hands. The Divine Seal Terminal had to be installed and running no matter what.

"Old Huang, as long as the Divine Seal is successful, we will have a stable means of communication. Do you know what that means?"

The Emperor was well aware of the importance of stable communications. The entire Great Crusade was paving the way for the Network Project. If Mordred could develop a similarly important means of communication, he would definitely give it his full support.

But looking at that so-called Divine Seal Terminal, even if the Emperor were blind, he could see the huge eyeball on it, which was a living alien.

“No, you’re playing with fire. I won’t allow something so blasphemous to appear within the Empire. If it’s activated, the entire Terra will be corrupted by fel energy.”

Ha, blasphemy? Mordred was so angry he laughed. His creation was so lovely, how dare you, you bastard, call it blasphemy? Did a donkey kick your brain?

"This is a necessary sacrifice! I've disliked Terra for a long time; this is not my homeland at all. Why don't you move the capital?"

"Bullshit, you unfilial son, you're going too far!"

No matter how Mordred tried to justify it, the Emperor refused to agree to the move. For the golden giant, his ultimate goal was to restore humanity and allow mortals to rule the empire.

Even the Space Marines are merely weapons created for the Great Crusade; they will eventually retire when the time comes. Once the production of Geneseeds ceases, they will disappear from history one day.

But this divine seal is different. This level of fel energy contamination would turn humans into idiots like Mordred. The entire empire would be insane, and there would be no way to revive it!

Mordred berates the Emperor for turning back the clock of history and calling him a tyrant. The Emperor angrily rebukes Mordred for being brainless and wanting to destroy humanity. Neither can convince the other, and they begin to hurl holy profanities.

"Then why not build one with a lower power output?"

Following the sound, a little bean with long ears huddled in a corner became the focus of everyone's attention. The Emperor's face was gloomy and he seemed to be deep in thought, while Mordred remained silent and pondered to himself.

After exchanging glances, the Emperor slapped Mordred on the head, pulling his ear and cursing:

"You bastard, you're not even hiding it from anyone now. Where did you get this illegitimate daughter from? I think you're really hungry."

This is the second time I've been wrongly accused. The last time it was Magnus, and this time it's the weasel. Are you all blind?

Even if Mordred were to jump from here and die, he would never have a single thought of Slaanesh.

But what was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener. After being personally confirmed by the Emperor, Sally grabbed Mordred's leg and greeted the Emperor in front of everyone:

"Greetings, Grandfather!"

(End of this chapter)