Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 131 The Big Plan!
"I was so stupid, so stupid! Why did I believe you, you bastard?"

He grabbed it and refined it in an instant. The previous fatherly love and filial piety were gone, leaving only half of the original body with the emperor's head being held in his hand.

Mordred's manuscript didn't blow up his backside, it blew up the Emperor's face. It's just that the blast radius wasn't large, otherwise everything would have been destroyed!

Even so, the big, golden guy, now covered in splattered bits of flesh, was no longer as "amiable" as before, and immediately launched into a tirade of abuse.

"Clap~"

"You dog, tell me! Why was it okay before but not now? If you can't give me a good explanation, I'll throw you into the Sixth Ring Brothel today and let that piece of trash use you as a toy."

Mordred had no idea why; his head was buzzing, as if he'd been hit by something, and his lower body had been blown off—he was the victim.

Taking the severed body from the Imperial Guard, accompanied by a series of splattering sounds of flesh and blood being joined together, Mordred, whose body was charred black just like the Emperor's, collapsed to the ground, pondering the root cause. He didn't want to be the one with the purple mood.

After some recollection and watching the slideshow presented by the Emperor, his mind seemed to have regenerated, and he seemed to understand something:
"It's Greenskin! The reason I was able to create the network was entirely because I connected to Brother Gao Mao at that time. Didn't you learn the technology from the Eldar? That Greenskin is also a degenerate version of the ancient saint's creation, so it might have a backup of the technology."

Mordred thought about it more and more and it made more sense. The Ancient Ones had stored a lot of technological knowledge in the Greenskin genes, which could be reactivated as long as they were stimulated.

In the initial stage, the greens will use their "I think" power to make up for technical errors, using the Waaaagh force field to make the impossible possible.

It is roughly described as a bomb gun assembled from scrap materials and duct tape that can fire normally and has considerable power, highlighting a mysterious aspect.

Once they reached a certain scale, the Greenskins' creations became more normal. Although they looked crudely made, they were actually more scientific than the Empire, which only knew how to use brute force and fly bricks.

After all, only the green-skinned fighter jets and the dead helicopters conform to aerodynamics, slightly pulling the coffin lid of Newton, who had been repeatedly berserk.

Therefore, the green-skinned orcs are a particularly mysterious race. You never know if the broken water pipe you poked at has the lethality of a single-molecule self-sharpening bayonet; the difference between the upper and lower limits is extremely large.

Even if the data of ordinary Greenskins is incomplete, the two Greenskin gods at the upstream terminals must have a complete database. It's just that Mordred is a bot, and his Waaaagh energy is insufficient to connect to the local area network.

"So, Old Man Huang, your previous reasoning was correct. My prestige isn't high enough, and I'm not powerful enough, so I can't obtain the magical power of my thinking!"
Those two green-skinned gay guys even called me a weirdo, and they knocked me back with a stick.

This answer left the emperor speechless. He had just said it casually, never expecting it to be true.

Fortunately, green-skinned orcs are not rare aliens; there are sealed green-skinned samples on the Abomination. Now that the cause of the problem has been found, there are many solutions.

After returning to his home base with the Emperor, Mordred went straight into the laboratory without saying a word and summoned his servant to bring over the green skin samples he had sealed away.

In the laboratory, looking at the exotic surroundings, filled with various alien tissue culture tanks, which, while not quite blasphemous, could still be considered a decoration that trampled on the imperial truth, even the emperor couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

Old Man Huang, who had just been splashed with fel-infused flesh, looked at his unfilial son busily working at the experimental table, diligently working on his Netway project, and ultimately held back.

"So what if he's a heretic? Well, at least the unlucky kid gets the job done!"

As the flesh and blood samples were delivered by the machine servant, the green-glowing mechanical prosthetic eye stared at the two large human figures in front of the experimental table and began recording this precious experimental data.

As a master at manipulating flesh and blood, Mordred once considered building an army of greenskins, but ultimately gave up due to their excessively high reproductive rate.

Only a portion of the genome was extracted and combined with Ningjing's unique One Punch Super Mushroom to create the Jinba Mushroom, a cheap and easy-to-use living BOM.

The so-called "tranquility specialty" wasn't real either. The super mushroom that had left Mordred with psychological trauma was actually something the Dahl Corporation picked up from the subspace.

After testing and comparison, this thing is very likely the original ancestor of the green-skinned orcs. Apart from its explosive psionic lightning, it does not have the terrifying reproductive ability of orcs, which is quite amazing.

That's precisely why Mordred chose the Mushroom as the main substrate for this modification. Its poor reproductive ability is not a disadvantage, but rather its most perfect advantage, plus the advantage of being a mother plant.

When it's time to play it safe, Mordred is more cautious than anyone else; he doesn't want to create an uncontrollable, insane race.

That's why he terminated the Iron Legion project and instead created the Elysian Angels for both military and civilian use, leaving only Icarus as the sole abomination AI.

Although Icarus was originally an Abomination AI, she has now completely merged with the Abomination Machine Soul and become a genuine ship girl!
By dabbling in everything but never delving too deeply into anything, the Emperor had managed to turn a blind eye to Mordred, preventing any scandals like the Dark Angels and Space Wolves teaming up or the unsavory incident of Mordred receiving rewards in the Atlas training grounds. But today was different. In order to build the Webway, Mordred was about to cross the red line he had previously guarded so closely and officially create a race.

Using grafting to induce birth, a large amount of genetic information carried in the orc genes was transplanted into the body of the Mushroom, and frenzied fel energy was stuffed into it, relying on Mordred's high-dimensional characteristics to restrain it.

This approach sounds rather unreliable, but what can you do when the green-skinned person is a mushroom plant?

Mordred, having thought of this, didn't hide anything. After explaining his ideas to the Emperor, the two decided that even if there was danger, they had to do it. This epoch-making scene was also witnessed by the mindless servant.

The two biotech geniuses join forces once again, father and son united, their combined strength unbreakable, determined to create a congenital, ash-dispelling holy body.

To ensure the accuracy of the experiment, the two first bred a miniature biosphere using the green-skinned sample. It not only had the incredibly cheerful green-skinned boy, but also a series of silly, edible, and usable food reserves such as the Skull and the Fart Spirit.

Then, data simulations were performed on these live samples, breaking down and comparing their genetic effects bit by bit.

However, lofty ambitions could not overcome technological barriers. How could monkeys possibly comprehend the creations of the ancient sages, even if these two giants were the best among terrifying upright apes—ape gods!
After two and a half months of data simulation and 114514 control experiments, the two men collapsed to the ground. During this time, the ashes of the failed experimental subjects they burned could fill an entire football field, but all of them ended in failure.

That's how gene experiments are; they can't always go smoothly. It's all about patience and hard work, but it's still much easier than the almost mystical field of materials science research.

Instead of wasting time there, the two went to the Abomination's mess hall for a good meal, then spent half a day resting at the massage parlor on the lower deck before plunging back into the laboratory.

Creation is far more difficult than destruction. As a weapon of war created by the ancient saints, even if the ancient saints take action, they must follow the basic principles of biological weapons, which are cheap, controllable and easy to produce. This gives the two of them an opportunity to peek into the truth.

Since the level is not high enough, let's use the simplest method of exhaustive search. No matter what, mathematics will never lie. One is one, two is two, and there will never be a magical logic that the main equals six.

To narrow down the possibilities, the Emperor brought in a large amount of supplies and built a small mesh door with a diameter of only ten centimeters in the laboratory, where Mordred was forced to eat poisonous mushrooms for comparison.

Persistence pays off. Using this simple method and after 114514 simulation experiments, when Mordred felt nauseous at the sight of mushrooms, the two, who were almost numb, finally cracked the genetic code.

But this wasn't the end. To ensure the experimental subjects were completely controllable and wouldn't be assimilated by the Greenskins, the two used life alchemy to perform a second processing, imitating the production model of the original Gene.

Perhaps due to their similarity in type, Angron's genetic sample was quite suitable, significantly enhancing the power of my thinking and generating a mental network unique to Atlas.

Finally, after overclocking and consuming the planetary-level Abomination AI's computing power in Icarus for a full six months, the two succeeded.

However, after the experiment was successful, the two disagreed on what form the final creation should take.

First, we ruled out the orc design, as it would be problematic if they all looked the same. On that basis, the Emperor, for some reason, had a brain fart and said that since they were digging holes in the net, they should be designed as rat-men similar to cat-men.

Mordred was puzzled by these words, wondering if the Emperor's true form was really a yellow rat, and with his own green fel energy, wouldn't he be a giant horned rat incarnate?

"No, you're a born evil weasel. Skaven rats aren't exactly benevolent creatures. It sounds ominous. You're cursing me."

So, I, the master of fel energy, am the real Great Horned Rat? You deserve to die!

To overturn this unpleasant proposal outright, Mordred hates rats the most. As a northerner, he once went to the south when he was a child and thought he saw a black cat, but when he got closer, he found out it was a big black rat.

I was only eight years old when I witnessed giant flying cockroaches, swarms of mosquitoes, and giant black rats, which left me with a psychological trauma ever since.

However, the mention of the Great Horned Rat reminded Mordred of a rather interesting race. Coincidentally, the Tranquil World also had that genetic sample, which not only perfectly matched the orcs' asexual reproduction method but was also quite loyal.

Since it's a race I created, I can do whatever I want with it. I'll make its appearance as round and cute as possible, and add a tail so that I feel comfortable looking at it.

Soon, the fungal carpet transformed from the Jinba mushroom swelled up with large bulges. As the nascent consciousness awakened from the warm, moist pod and fully transformed into a vibrant life, the cry of the Creator rang in its ears:

"Tyrannosaurus Rex Ironhide, open your eyes! I am Mordred, here for the grand plan!"

"Waaaagh!! For the big plan!"

　Thank you to the King who gazes at the stars for the 17 monthly tickets.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)