Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 130 Master, what do you do for a living?

"Hahaha, I really am a beetroot! Look, look, this is what I made."

Have you ever used the internet? You useless happy yellow! You useless oil enthusiast, and you bunch of useless corn spirits, you're not even worth a single hair of mine.

After realizing the reality, Mordred grinned foolishly, dragging people around to see the miracle he had created, his demeanor unrestrained and arrogant, displaying an overbearing attitude as if he were the most powerful person in the world.

Regardless of how it was done, and regardless of his current mental blankness, the facts are right in front of you, and you have to believe them whether you want to or not.

Mordred's taunts were a slap in the face to everyone, yet no one could say anything. Even the Emperor, who wanted to beat him up, had no reason to do so.

The sniper rifle must be able to hit people, the sun must be able to cause sunburn, and the internet must be usable. Those who can enter here are all elites from all walks of life who have studied the internet for decades and have even multiplied more than one generation within it.

They couldn't understand why the sacred online path in their eyes could be so easily created. Anyone who saw this scene would feel like the sky had fallen.

"Physics no longer exists, the imperial truth has been shattered, what was the point of all these years of effort? I really can't figure it out!"

Unable to comprehend this mystical scene, a motorist with a broken heart started shouting. Before he could even lose his mind, he was dragged away by the quick-witted Imperial Guards.

Ignoring Mordred's erratic behavior and the Great Sage with a broken heart, the Emperor reached out and carefully stroked the small piece of the net shell, discerning the differences between the two.

Surprisingly, this small section of the mesh road shell was not just for show; its quality was surprisingly good. Even if it couldn't match the genuine mesh road, it was still better than the previously constructed man-made waste road.

The most ridiculous thing is that the materials used are no different from before; the only difference is the operator.

Cheap, durable and usable, even if it's not as good as the genuine product, it can still be considered a high-quality product, much better than what they made themselves. This made the big golden guy extremely happy.

You should know that the Network Project is the Emperor's favorite project, and the entire Great Expedition is dedicated to it. Every day, countless precious resources are transported here to fill this endless hole.

The emperor was not unaware of the importance of recuperation and development. The Great Expedition was, in essence, a form of external expansion, and any form of colonial expansion would yield massive resources.

But the human network has drained the blood of the Great Expedition, turning this place into a black hole that devours countless massive resources, to the point that even most of the Imperial Guard are trapped here.

Every time Mordred mocked the Emperor for not understanding human nature, he never refuted it. As an immortal being who had experienced human history, how could he not understand this principle? It was just that the Emperor, the gambler, was gambling.

The Emperor was gambling that the Great Expedition would be able to plunder resources quickly enough, that the Evil God would not discover his plans, that the Web of Destiny could allow the Empire to escape the Warp, and that he was even putting his own future and that of all humanity on the table.

Gamblers can never face reality. Just as he always stubbornly insisted, the Emperor was not an omniscient and omnipotent god, and he underestimated the malice of the warp, just like those monarchs who disappeared into the annals of history.

"As long as the Internet Path Project succeeds, I will have time to sort out the current state of the Empire, and then everything will be alright!"

Looking at his unruly son, the golden-haired tyrant, who had been struggling for so long, felt a rare sense of relief, which made him unable to contain his joy:

"Destiny is on my side! Destiny is on my side!"

"I laugh at that treacherous and foolish man, that wicked and dim-witted man, that Khorne is a dog, and that Slaanesh is nothing but a monster. I win, I've won so much I'm numb!"

At this moment, the Emperor and Mordred were jumping and dancing with great excitement, even humming softly and breaking into an awkward dance. The Imperial Guards quickly turned their heads away to avoid having their Dao hearts shattered like the Great Sage.

"Second!"

"Lao Deng!"

"Waaaaah, we're really going to take off this time! I'm going to find a garden world and our whole family will retire there."

"Hmm!" Mordred nodded, indicating that he wanted to build a large estate, filled with fruits and vegetables, with Peturabo driving a tractor to plow the fields, Fugrim raising sheep to produce milk, Ruth guarding the house as a sheepdog, and him and Magnus feeding Vulcan watermelons every day.

“You little rascal, you always come up with something new. This joke isn’t funny at all, but Vulcan has plenty of strength. Why not let him pick cotton?”

"Hehe, yeah, let that guy pick cotton. If he doesn't behave, I'll let Angron beat him up!"

Now the Imperial Guards realized that Mordred was the one who most resembled the Emperor. They had never seen His Majesty so happy. This son was just like his father!

But while watching this scene of true fatherly love and filial piety, Marshal Waldo of the Imperial Guard felt a little worried, even as he was happy.

As a veteran member, Waldo was among the first to follow the Emperor, and he and Macardo had already become the Emperor's right-hand men during the Terra Unification War.

Having spent so many years together, Waldo understands the Emperor's personality very well, and knows that the Emperor he follows wants to establish a Warmastery within the Primarchy, but it is definitely not Mordred, who is telling the Emperor hellish jokes in front of him.

That person can only be Horus Lupecal, the son of the First King!
Within the imperial high command, everyone knew that Mordred's appointment as Warmaster was only temporary. He was merely a tool to eliminate dissidents, which was the main reason why various factions did not act rashly; they could afford to wait!

In the first 30 years, the Imperial Expeditionary Force, having just left the Solar System, was in a period of transition and lacked experienced personnel. It was Horus, the Firstborn Son, who fought alongside them and laid the foundation for their initial base. Many people had received Horus's kindness, some even sharing life-or-death experiences with him. Even the Emperor showered him with affection, something that later Primarchs could never match.

As the Great Crusade continues, those who were once saved by Horus have become high-ranking members of various factions, and even most of the legions are fighting together under the command of Shadowmoon Wolf.

Even the Custodians, who were at odds with the Primarch, acknowledged that Horus was an exceptionally talented successor and a true Crown Prince of the Empire.

But as Mordred rose through the ranks, this so-called interim warlord became increasingly stable. Horus, what are you doing? If you don't show some performance soon, you'll be overtaken.

It's not that Waldo is overthinking things; in his view, Mordred has both power and influence, and has already become a powerful warlord who controls his own territory.

Even though Atlas only had 20,000 men, the Spartans who were imitation Space Marines numbered a whopping 180,000. And this was less than 20 years ago. He didn’t even dare to imagine how many more soldiers would emerge in the future, not to mention that they also controlled extremely crucial logistical support.

Although the Tranquil 50 world cannot compare to Guilliman's ambitious 500 worlds, the entire sector is completely self-sufficient, and a whole ring of interstellar fortresses has been built around it.

Waldo was not a sheltered noblewoman who never left her home. During the rotation of the Imperial Guard, she once took her men on a peaceful trip.

In his view, Ning Jing was unlike anyone he had ever met. Even though she was exhausted after work, the longing for the future on her face was something he couldn't fake.

So much so that many newcomers to Ningjing believe that the people here have been brainwashed and possess some kind of special mind control device.

In order to find out the truth, Waldo began to gather intelligence, but the results only made him more uneasy.

Atlas didn't have any mind control devices at all. They simply fed ordinary people and gave them jobs that, while not making them rich, were enough to support them.

This makes other parts of the world, where people are still struggling to survive below the poverty line, look like shit.

If there are any methods to win people's hearts, yes, but Waldo cannot go against his conscience and admit that they are wrong.

He witnessed firsthand how Atlas treated a large number of soldiers who were too wounded to continue fighting, replacing their limbs with extremely expensive mechanical prosthetics, which would be considered astronomical by the Cult of Mechanics.

I also saw some soldiers gain honor through their military achievements, rising directly to the top and becoming the governor of a planet.

Everyone has the chance to become a legend, everyone has the chance to become a hero. Even if you are just an ordinary person who is exploited to death in Terra, you can survive in Tranquility.

Compared to the ambitious Guilliman, Atlas's methods of rule were far more terrifying, but Mordred had a good relationship with all the Primarchs, and each Legion had received valuable supplies from them.

Whenever you run out of ammunition and supplies, supply crates bearing the Atlas symbol will always appear behind you immediately, just like your randomly disappearing personal items, never late even once.

Thinking of the limited edition, exquisitely crafted 1:1 replicas of the Angel of Elysium sets that Mordred had given him in his room, the Imperial Guard Marshal felt a headache coming on.

"Forget it, I'm just an ordinary Imperial Guard. I should think about what to eat tonight."

No one knew the worries of the giant corn, but the two huge guys who had gone crazy enough stopped, or rather, the Emperor urged Mordred to get to work:
"Good bro, give it one more time! I can't wait to see your amazing performance."

Mordred, suddenly doubling his power, would never refuse such a small request. He patted Little Yellow on the shoulder, indicating that he absolutely could.

"All of you step back, I'm about to begin my performance!"

But when Mordred picked up his tools again and faced the gap in the network, he was stumped. It seemed that he had no idea how to build the network at all.

As time quietly passed, Mordred, still unable to come up with a solution, was already sweating profusely, and the big, golden guy behind him was also casting a suspicious glance at him.

"Hey, Xiao Huang, I might not be feeling too good today. Anyway, there's no rush for the online platform, so how about tomorrow?"

"No, I need to see the network construction done right now. You can't not do it, can you? There are so many people watching. Stop dawdling and get moving."

Mordred was naturally unwilling to admit that he couldn't do it, but the problem was that he simply didn't know how. He just blurted it out in a moment of confusion, and heaven knows how he did it.

However, since things had come to this point, Master Mo had no choice but to go along with it. After a series of shouts and cries, he actually ended up back in that rather wondrous green ocean.

While the fire was still hot, Mordred grabbed his tools and shoved them into the gap in the net, beginning his work of removing the ash.

But just as Mordred was having a good time, a stick fell from the sky and hit him directly on the head.

"boom!"

The invincible online world has exploded.

(End of this chapter)