Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 126 I like you more than the Great Expedition
Slaanesh's move was truly ruthless; Mordred was finding it difficult to withstand. Not only him, but even the Emperor was as if he had eaten snow.

"His Majesty has actually been colluding with aliens! It was the War General who betrayed the Spirit Clan's network." Who can we reason with now?

From the very beginning, Mordred had already suspected that Sally was a spy sent by Slaanesh. What normal kid would hang out in the underworld, let alone someone whose name they wouldn't even pretend to have?

Why do I get extorted by thugs as soon as I enter the city? Why do I get a little brat like you after I beat those thugs to a pulp?

Because the script was so poorly written, Master Mo didn't even feel like complaining and used Sally as a child laborer without any qualms.

As per the plan previously discussed with the Emperor, I was to draw fire for the other Primarchs and buy as much time as possible to ensure the Great Crusade could proceed.

On one hand, Mordred has the ability, and on the other hand, the Emperor is too useless.

Unlike the weasel that humans prayed for for 1 years in later generations, the current old man Huang only shows off his power in the physical world. Even his angel round investment was obtained through deception, and he is far from having the domineering strength to overpower the four peddlers.

Since Sally was a target delivered to his doorstep, Mordred took her with him at all times, treating her the same regardless of whether she was a great demon or some other strange creature.

If it weren't for the fact that this little thing could go toe-to-toe with kobolds, Mordred would have taken care of it long ago.

She's human, yet she has Eldar features; she's Eldar, yet she's more like a Warp fragment. Mordred still doesn't understand what she is.

After Sally's meddling, the two big guys lost their will to continue arguing, but this was not a compromise, so they decided to compromise.

The divine seal can be used, but its scale must be reduced to a point where its evil energy radiation is harmless to human perception, and its form must be modified; such a physiologically disturbing and bizarre thing is too blasphemous.

The original 13-kilometer-high Divine Seal Pagoda was completely demolished, and all materials were recycled. With no other option, Morey could only begin a proportional replica.

Based on the principle that bigger is better and more is more beautiful, the prototype was designed to rival the Anthem engine. Mordred believed in his technology, and the only drawback was that it would make Terra the second Fel Star.

Under the emperor's personal supervision, the scale of the divine seal was repeatedly reduced, eventually turning from a colossal structure over 13 kilometers high into a mere 50-meter-tall piece of junk.

Its power is not even comparable to Unit-01. It is necessary to build another one at the North and South Poles for parallel resonance in order for the receiving device in the quiet location to receive the signal. However, this is still unreliable, which is obviously due to insufficient power.

Looking at the Divine Seal Terminal in front of him, which was running stably but did not cover the entire star sector as he had hoped, Mordred finally accepted the fact.

"Fine, small ones are cute too. We can make up for the quality with quantity and lay them out little by little. But I really don't understand why you, you bastard, you painted the divine seal gold?"

"Because gold is the coolest color!" The Emperor snatched the data plate from Mordred's hand, not content with just watching it on a projector screen, he wanted to be the first user.

He randomly selected an ID to dial, and sure enough, after a short delay, Goff's incredibly weak voice came through the speaker, immediately bringing up the topic that made the Emperor want to kill Mordred.

"Father, our adamantite reserves are running low. We need to find a way to steal some more from Terra, but we mustn't let old man Macardo find out."

Upon hearing this, the Emperor didn't hesitate and raised his fist to punch Mordred, who had also leaned over: "You bastard, I was wondering why so many supplies had been missing lately. Turns out it was you who stole them!"

"Shh~ Keep your voice down. What do you mean by 'stealing from someone else'? With our relationship, why would we distinguish between 'yours' and 'mine'? I'm just contributing to the Empire. Otherwise, how do you think I made this divine seal? Adamantite is the material with the best circulation of fel energy."

Mordred wasn't lying; adamantite was indeed the material with the lowest fel energy loss rate. As for whether he had been dishonest and secretly cut corners, he would never admit it, even if you beat him to death.

Fortunately, the divine seal attracted everyone's attention. These country bumpkins, who had never seen the world, simply could not understand humanity's dependence on the internet.

Within minutes, these big guys with superhuman intelligence learned how to use the terminal and, without any instruction, mastered the traditional online skills of inciting arguments in chat groups, engaging in online flame wars, spreading obscene images, and insulting entire families.

Even the emperor who had just been nitpicking was now engrossed in the terminal.

It's important to understand that even the human empires that have entered the interstellar age do not have a stable and inexpensive interstellar communication network. They basically rely on the warp for both travel and communication, and the warp is a complete mess.

Training a stable and experienced Star Speaker requires not only a huge amount of resources, but also a great deal of time and effort.

Moreover, due to the inconsistent quality, a message might be distorted after it is sent, and it is very likely that a reply will not be received for more than ten years, and the content will be completely opposite to the original.

And this is only for some ships, or for important worlds where only rare talents like Star Speakers can be equipped; ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of it.

Terra's men aren't even all available yet, and you bunch of little bastards are still trying to eat swan meat like toads. Go back to your nest and start working like snails!
Making phone calls is already so difficult; wouldn't it be amazing to suddenly enter the internet age?
Sure enough, the group of big guys who had entered the modern world had a blast playing it, clinging to the terminal and refusing to let go.

This was the second and most crucial step in Mordred's plan: to enlighten the people. Unlike the mindless conquest of the incompetent Haki Huang, Mordred clearly understood what the empire's most important asset was: its people!

And they weren't the high-ranking nobles, nor the Space Marines who could fight a hundred men, but the most ordinary, lowly humans.

The Empire's ability to achieve victory after victory in the Great Expedition was mainly due to its large population. Some alien races would become extinct after losing a billion or so, but for humans, losing a billion or so is like a drizzle, or even a hair.

Having grasped the nature of chaos, Mordred drew lessons from Imperial Truth and concluded that the most powerful counterattack against chaos was to enlighten the people.

However, due to the existence of the warp, learning knowledge is both a luxury and a dangerous thing, and it is easy to be secretly fed excrement, but fel energy is different.

This stuff is a byproduct of Mordred, and it's inherently highly polluting. You can't use one pile of shit to pollute another; slight pollution is only fit to become its nutrients.

Of course, everything has its limits. A highly contaminating source like an evil god is impossible to prevent; a single terminal can only be used as a sex slave. But don't forget, this thing can be connected to a network!
If the divine seal is placed in every corner of the Empire, one day its fel corruption will cover the entire galaxy, and at that time even warp demons will be deeply affected by it.

What's even more intriguing is that, as a product of extreme thought, the demon will only be more strongly influenced, and Mordred himself dares not even imagine what it will become.

As long as he can get the other party into the same situation as himself, Atlas can use his years of experience to completely crush those stupid demons, beat them to their knees, and take them all back to burn as stones.

Just thinking about that beautiful scene made Master Mo hum a soft hum:

"I laugh at those treacherous and foolish, those wicked and brainless, those brainless and dog-like, for I, Mordred, am the only hero in the world."

Hahaha, I am the number one warrior of the empire, the advantage is mine!

Just as Mordred began to dream about the future, the big, golden guy holding his terminal suddenly noticed a video file labeled "Horus Custom," and Magnus and Dorn next to him were also very curious.

"Father, why don't you click on it and take a look?"

"Yes, yes, my lord, we also want to see."

Although it's not right to peek into someone's privacy, the emperor didn't want to lose face in front of the imperial guards and his two sons, so he opened the file and projected it onto the screen.

"Horu-chan! Hi~ I like you more than the Great Expedition..."

The audience couldn't hold back any longer after just the opening line, staring at the brown-skinned beauty on the screen, swaying left and right, wearing a golden laurel wreath and a miniskirt with the Shadow Moon Wolf logo.

Everyone who had purchased the Atlas Angel of Ecstasy instinctively looked at the large, golden-faced man who was trembling and emitting thick black smoke.

Only Magnus was frantically winking, signaling his approaching second brother to run. Dorn was so frightened that he quickly covered Magnus's eyes, but Mordred was completely unaware of the approaching danger and instead drew closer and closer.

"Hey? Little Ma, are your eyes bothering you? Dorn, what you're doing isn't right. I have the best eye drops here, buy one get one half price, look around..."

“（＾_-）(°ー°〃)”

The air went silent instantly. Realizing she might be in danger, Mordred immediately knelt down, just like Sally had been, in the same pitiful state, clinging to the Emperor's leg.

"Father, Father, Father, Horus begged me to do this, and I didn't dare spend a single penny. Can you forgive me this time?"

The emperor remained silent and continued to peruse the documents. After Horus's creation, he discovered Rus's creation, where Rus was singing and dancing in a fur skirt. Below it were even the names of Leon and Peturabo.

"Phew—did you just ask me if I could forgive you?"

"Huh? Really?"

The Emperor pressed Mordred's head down, turned around, and laughed. His laugh was so bright that even under the darkness, the corners of his mouth could still be seen.

"Are you kidding me! 10 horsepower of psionic energy—Yellow Extreme Explosive Fist."

　The Slavic region is so abstract. Not only does the green itasha (decorated car) have symbols of purity, but it also has a saint's skull. I've never seen anything like it before.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)