Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 129 0.o Am I really a genius?
The so-called Three Sacred Treasures refer to three ancient artifacts created by the ancient psionic toads: the Tuchucha Engine, the Ouroboros, and the Heart of Plague.

According to fragments of information Mordred had heard, these three ancient artifacts were more like three disassembled parts than the three sacred artifacts.

When these three elements are combined, they can create rifts connecting space and time, carving out a spacetime tunnel similar to a network between reality and subspace.

However, Mordred was playing games in his dorm at the time, and even though he was AFK in the fountain, he didn't choose to surrender. Then his good buddy held him down and stuck him in the pillar. He didn't hear the conversation between Lobster and Crow, so now he only has a vague understanding of it. He only remembers that these three things can be combined to make a tunnel boring machine.

Even with limited information, Mordred vaguely remembered that this thing was eventually kidnapped by a demon named Vashtor, who led the invincible Abaddon to launch a surprise attack on the Empire through tunnels.

Having acquired some more strange knowledge, the emperor hurriedly asked, "Then do you know where these three divine artifacts are? Bring them here quickly!"

"Of course... I don't know!"

Mordred wondered if the Emperor had some serious illness. If he really knew the exact location of the three artifacts, he would have already made his own net path instead of having to make muddy roads.

However, this did not stump the Emperor. As a true psychic primitive, if he couldn't find it, he could still make a prophecy. He immediately pulled out a set of calendrical cards and started singing and dancing.

This was a sight that even Mordred, and the Imperial Guards who had served the Emperor for many years, had never seen before. They all gathered around, dumbfounded, watching their Emperor perform some kind of shamanistic ritual.

The Emperor had been jumping around for a full half hour, while Mordred had already played two hands of cards with the Imperial Guard, and he was still jumping around incessantly, clearly unable to predict the exact location of the Ancient Creature.

Unwilling to give up, the weasel started playing its little tricks again, borrowing money from its future self. Since it couldn't find the location of the artifact, it directly predicted how to build the network more quickly.

After changing the target of the prophecy, the tarot cards indeed reacted strangely, with a black light flying out and hitting Mordred squarely on the forehead.

Their eyes met, and the Emperor's gaze was filled with suspicion. Only Mordred, oblivious to the situation, thought the weasel was taking its anger out on him and continued playing cards with the Imperial Guard.

Playing cards is such a wonderful thing! Mordred didn't know that before, but now he does. The Imperial Guards are indeed extraordinary; they are all skilled card players, with Kitty being the most outstanding among them.

However, what he didn't know was that the Emperor made 12 more prophecies, each one pointing to Mordred, or rather, to his head.

As everyone knows, the construction of the network involves psionic energy, but no matter how much the Emperor pondered, he couldn't see any psionic talent in this bastard. Mordred only pollutes the environment and then, like a fool, throws his shit-like fel energy around.

It's not the theft itself that's scary, but the fact that the thief has his eye on it. Watching Mordred use his fel energy to distort reality and start cheating by stealing cards, the Emperor suddenly remembered something: this guy not only has human genes, but also Eldar and various alien components.

Then, recalling Atlas's strange habit of howling for no reason, the big golden guy's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"My dear second son, would you like your father to take you to the internet construction site for a look?"

Mordred felt a chill run down his spine as he stared at the weasel with its eerie laugh and twisted face. Why was the creature's tone so strange? Was it trying to harm him?

"No, I have no interest in the Internet Path. We Atlas have a Spirit Race, we don't care about your crappy path."

Normally, the Emperor would have slapped Mordred for colluding with aliens, but this time he not only refrained from doing so, but also affectionately patted Mordred's head.

"It's nothing! It's just a bean sprout. That's clearly a psionic-specialized demi-human. No need to worry about it!"

Upon hearing this, Morey panicked. His eyes darted around as he continued, "Then I don't want to be a war commander anymore. Being stalked every day makes me feel like someone is staring at my buttocks even when I'm sleeping."

The emperor remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but his fist hardened slightly, indicating that he would definitely do it next time.

Seeing that this guy might have really changed his ways, Mordred's demands became increasingly outrageous, until finally he even said, "Call me daddy."

This time, the emperor could no longer tolerate it. He snatched a powered halberd from a nearby imperial guard and stabbed the wound. Accompanied by a piercing scream, he twisted the halberd handle and cursed:
"You bastard, stop wasting my patience with your nonsense. You're going today, whether you like it or not."

Without giving him a chance to speak, the Emperor, carrying the Mordred skewers, headed to the network construction site and planted them on the side. This delighted the group of motor enthusiasts, who thought, "You damned Mordred, you've finally met your match! Seeing this is worth the price of admission, even if you die."

But Mordred's little tricks could not escape the Emperor's notice. The halberd didn't even penetrate; it was directly clamped between those two bulging gluteal muscles.

Only the Imperial Guard Commander, Little Cat, out of concern for his weapon and fear that the halberd might be damaged, stepped forward and pulled out the Imperial War General's weapon.

"Good brother, if I'd known, I wouldn't have cheated and stolen your cards,"

Hearing this, the kitten felt a little regretful, but being honest and kind, he didn't hold it against them. As long as Atlas continued to release new Elysium Angels, losing a couple of hands was no big deal.

Time passed step by step. Watching the group of oil workers repeatedly hammering at the broken edge of the network with strange devices, spending a huge amount of resources to build a small section of the network fragment.

Mordred felt a surge of unease, his mood fluctuating, with emerald lightning flashing in his hair. He was in a daze, wanting to steal something for a bit of fun.

The Emperor quickly noticed this anomaly. From his perspective, Mordred was now completely green, and he was staring greedily at the building materials. With his eyes glazed over, he had already begun to reach out and grope.

But just as he was about to touch those incredibly precious building materials, the Emperor reached out and grabbed Mordred's head.

Their eyes met, and Huang Cinan, whose hands were not clean, chuckled twice: "Shy, I was just touching you, why are you so anxious? But speaking of which, I feel like there are a lot more things in my head, your online style is not right!"

"What's wrong with it?" The emperor felt he had found the final answer, but the answer was a little beyond his imagination.

Mordred couldn't quite put his finger on the feeling, but he always felt like he knew something. However, the more he thought about it, the more dizzy his head became.

In a daze, Master Mo seemed to see two incredibly huge green-skinned giants wrestling passionately in the sandpit. Their sly eyes, philosophical movements, and rather lewd beady eyes all indicated that the two were the best of the best.

The sudden psionic connection allowed Mordred to link to the orc network. Stimulated by the environment of the network tunnel construction site, he snatched the tool from the oil man's hand and shoved it into the gap in the network tunnel without thinking.

With a flash of lightning, the material was rapidly filled into the opening, and soon a small mesh shell grew out. The whole process was mysterious, and no one could understand it.

Perhaps it was Mordred's strangeness as an outsider, neither green like a typical kid nor Waaaagh like a typical kid, that directly attracted the attention of the rather cunning Mao Ge.

Even the incredibly intelligent Mao Ge couldn't figure out what this strange thing was. Only Gao Ge, being the most cunning, took advantage of Mao Ge's momentary lapse in attention and struck it on the head with a stick.

The guy with the upper hand cast a rather appreciative glance at Mordred, who didn't know why, but he could sense the appreciation from those particularly lewd little eyes.

Before he could think it through, the furious Mao suddenly appeared behind him and slapped him back to reality, the sound of a curse mixed with orcish slang still faintly audible in his ear:
"Where did this white kid come from? He's got no spirit, not at all Waaaagh!"

When Mordred opened his eyes again, his head was buzzing and he felt incredibly weak. Then he saw the extra section of the net shell.

"I did this?"

"That's right, although I don't want to admit it, it seems like this is what you made."

After saying that, the Emperor's right eye projected a live video of Mordred's madness. In the video, Master Mordred was holding a pile driver and pounding back and forth at the gap in the net, yelling strangely, and managed to pry out a small section of the net's outer shell.

"0.o Could I really be a genius?!"

　The evacuation was successful, but it cost me 17000 rubles in toll fees. I fled overnight and will go back there when things are calmer.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)