Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 132 The Sacred F2 Connects Us
What exactly is the grand plan? Even Mordred himself may not know, but that doesn't stop him from setting a grand goal for the Grey Boys.

Looking at Rexxar, whose white body was tinged with green and whose green body was tinged with white, and whose eyes were immediately drawn to the mechanical components around him as soon as he was born, Mordred knew that his experiment had been a success.

Out of respect for the Old Ones, Mordred gave them the title of Lizardmen and went on a crazy modification of the Green Orcs and Mushrooms, planting a mental imprint of loyalty to the Empire and Atlas.

To ensure controllability, all Lizardmen were fel-infected, incorporating Mordred's own genes and removing the strong contamination caused by the Green-skinned Orcs, instead opting for cultivation.

The Jinba mushroom serves as their seedbed, continuously producing various types of lizardmen, much like a biological 3D printer. These include powerful, nearly 3-meter-tall giant lizards, as well as smaller but more intelligent spirit lizards.

With the addition of various kinds of edible and usable mushrooms, a specialized race that imitated the structure of green-skinned orcs was born.

As for whether the lizardman will be condemned by the original, Mordred doesn't believe those giant toads can find him. How can scientific research be called stealing? It's called paying homage!
Perhaps the ancient sages would praise him as a promising young man, thus reviving the glory of the ancient sages.

Even more ingeniously, since Mordred is born with orc blood, he can use the Waaaagh force field and the genome of the Randan alien to reverse-engineer it, and then use the mind network to blend into the Greenskin LAN.

This thing is incredibly useful. Mordred can sense the other person's emotions in real time and even connect to their brain using computing power, to the point that he wants to promote this advanced modification throughout Atlas.

He'd already thought of a name: Kara!

Despite Atlas's small size—less than 20,000 people to date—their individual soldiers are extremely skilled, and their massive physiques, nearly 2.8 meters tall, give them formidable bodies.

The sacred F2 connects every thought, and every Atlas can communicate telepathically with a Spartan warrior, in addition to the numerous lizardmen who can act as Waaaagh energy generators.

Space Marines' superior tactical skills can be fully utilized, allowing them to become node creatures and share combat experience and various kinds of knowledge.

With Mordred as an uncorruptible anchor, Atlas's combat power will experience a qualitative leap, and they may even be able to use their own unique power of thought.

As a Primarch, Mordred's greatest strength lies not in his personal combat prowess, but in his status as a Legion Primarch. Each time he grows stronger, he brings a new round of enhancements to Atlas, making him a true Heart of the Swarm.

Suppressing his excitement, Mordred turned his gaze to Rexxar. In less than ten minutes, the boy had used his talent to make himself a powerful men's suit from scrap metal.

They exchanged a glance, and both of these burly men could see satisfaction in each other's eyes. The green-skinned force field had been activated!
As expected, thanks to the data sharing within the mind network, Rexxar, after satisfying his simple desires, instantly grasped the meaning of their existence and roared:

"Boss, I won't let you down! I want to Waaaagh!! I want to be the most powerful and coolest tech master in Atlas!"

Hearing the commotion, Mordred punched the silly lizard on the head and sent a mental message to calm him down.

“Rexxar, my firstborn son, from the moment you were born, your name has echoed throughout the entire Abomination. You are destined to be a leader, and now is the time to prove yourself.”

"Yes! I can never repay the boss's kindness in this lifetime!"

"Good boy, let me see what you're capable of."

Without a word, under the guidance of the mental network, the power of thought originating from Mordred was transmitted into Rexxar's body, prompting him to pick up tools and repair the small door of the network.

Unlike the muddled Atlas, Rexxar possesses a genuine and complete soul. In Mordred's eyes, Rexxar, in his "I think" state, is enveloped in emerald green lightning, connecting with the raging green tide surging from the warp, transforming into a thief of energy.

Although the mind network has only two members, under the influence of that magical green-skinned psionic energy, reality was subtly distorted, and a small mesh-like outer shell appeared.

The price was that Rexxar became listless, his fel energy disappeared, and he had to eat two bowls of mushroom fried rice to recover.

It's worth it, absolutely worth it! Even if you were to produce a ton of carbs, let alone two bowls of fried rice, it's still more cost-effective than that previous crappy model of piling up materials and throwing bricks everywhere. Right now, if anyone dares to call the lizardmen aliens, the golden giant will be the first to hang him, and then Mordred will hang him again.

"Boss, I feel so dizzy."

"It's normal to feel dizzy. I'll upload some TV series for you to watch. Just find a place to lie down for a while and you'll feel better. I'll get you an Imperial citizenship, so you'll be an Imperial demi-human from now on."

For the simple-minded Rexxar, Mordred is his creator, his true boss, and a cool being with flowing long hair. For the sake of his grand plan, he must go to sleep immediately.

As for demi-humans, it doesn't matter. Rexxar can't think about such complex and profound questions. Anyway, whatever the boss says is right.

Don't blame Mordred for having a flexible moral compass; it's just that reality doesn't allow it. If some superhuman guy were to suddenly appear and blast through the warp with a single punch, he'd be the first to pimp out his good father and marry him off. And, incidentally, he'd have Guilliman as a maidservant to serve him in bed.

However, a new problem arose. Mordred couldn't spend his whole life holed up in the net tunnels, doing odd jobs. Making him a contractor in the net tunnels would be worse than killing him.

The Internet Way Project is of paramount importance, and problems are likely to arise if no one is in charge. So where can we find a stable, reliable, and absolutely loyal person to be the contractor?

After exchanging glances, both the Emperor and Mordred thought of a perfect candidate, while Rexxar, having eaten and drunk his fill, curled up in a ball, biting his tail and watching a TV series.

"How about adding something else to it?"

"I think it works!"

………………

"I am Rogdorn, I am steel inside and out!"

Within the network, a giant mushroom forest suddenly rose up, with numerous lemon cans busily feeding the lizardman pods with nutrients.

Seeing the sizable group of young lads, Mordred beckoned Rexxar over and invited him to come and acknowledge his kin: "Come here, this is your Uncle Dorn. From now on, you'll work for him. He's also part of the big plan."

Without saying a word, Rexar knelt down with a thud. He was so eager to improve that he didn't even call him "uncle" anymore, but instead hugged Dorn's leg and called him "godfather."

"Godfather above, I have wandered for half my life without encountering a wise ruler. I have been guided by you, sir, and I recognize you as my godfather. I will go through fire and water for you."

"puff"

Mordred spat out a mouthful of orange juice with pulp. He couldn't help it. He regretted uploading Romance of the Three Kingdoms to the Mind Network. Why did you have to learn from Little Fengxian?

Dorn was extremely resistant to the sight of this strange-looking, oversized lizard, but after the Emperor personally explained the Webpath Project to him, he also realized the importance of the lizardmen.

For some reason, after looking at it for a while, Dorn found the giant lizard rather silly and cute, and he increasingly regretted giving Mordred his original blood.

“Say it, this is our child, Dorn, you heartless bastard, don’t make me look down on you.”

"Shut up, you inherently evil Mo Lao Er, I'll tell you, okay?"

I'm Beast Bro Dorn, for the grand plan, Waaaagh!!

(End of this chapter)