Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 133 Crack
Having a group of capable offspring is great. Mordred spends her days either sunbathing and playing games or conducting heretical experiments. She lives a very comfortable life.

All of this wonderful life comes from the man behind Mordred—Goffmeier!
Unlike other legions, Atlas does not have any small groups, but if you really look into it, it can indeed be divided into two factions.

One group consists of lazy bums like Mordred, who only bother with food and drink, fighting demons when he's in a good mood, beating up demons when he's in a bad mood, and occasionally hauling goods or stealing treasures to take home.

This group made up 90% of Atlas, while the remaining 10% consisted of the Second Company led by Goff.

Due to the unique nature of Atlas, the earliest Space Marines were different from the recruits. They were not implanted with the seeds of other Legions. Instead, they survived those miserable days of being hated by everyone by slowly absorbing soul fragments over several decades.

This resulted in Goff's Atlas 2nd Company inheriting the characteristics of the Ultramarines, resembling Guilliman, and being adept at handling political affairs and farming.

Killers are everywhere, and Atlas has no shortage of fierce warriors. They used to be terrified of poverty, but now that life is better, they don't care about this or that, they just go straight for naval gunfire and heavy firepower coverage.

But these young government officials are different. Without them, the peaceful 50th century would not be as stable and prosperous as it is today.

Following the family tradition of using whatever works to the fullest, a large number of gene seeds containing Guilliman's essence were implanted into the recruits. After ten years of professional training, they were all sent to various planets to manage internal affairs, and Goff was the most unlucky one.

However, with the new technology, the good days of those lazy bums are over. Since they have nothing better to do, they can use the Mind Network to provide computing power for others.

After delivering a sufficient number of usable "dust-killing" units, Imperial Fist became a full-fledged Terra Guardian, spending its time either killing dust in the Solar System or in the Webpaths, effectively becoming a professional dust-killer.

Before Mordred left, nearly 8 lizardmen had already multiplied in the Webpath, and countless mushroom forests had sprung up. Given time, let alone a demonic raid on the Webpath, you'd better get past that endless lizardman tide first.

He was originally planning to go out and find Magnus, but who would have thought that this guy would be so muscle-bound that he led his subordinates, the Thousand Sons, on a muscle expedition, saying that he wanted to go back and build his steroid home planet.

Without his good brother, Mordred could only retreat to his own Abomination and begin summoning Atlas for a new round of upgrades, while also mass-producing the Divine Seal Terminals and deploying them outward from Terra.

Looking at the long line of combat brothers in the Hive Laboratory, undergoing their twentieth modification surgery in batches, Goff, who had been called over, was moved to tears. He could finally join the others in a joyful boarding move. If anyone dared to slack off then, he would be the first to punish them.

"See? Your father didn't lie to you. With the Mind Network sharing and the Divine Seal Communication, our Atlas will surely flourish and become the strongest legion in the Empire."

Even if everyone attacks together, Atlas won't be afraid!

"Ha ha ha ha."

Atlas, who was the first to receive the fel organ transplant, instantly felt the joy of his Primarch, and they all shouted excitedly along with him:
"Father is right. We Atlas are the best. Only we can make humanity great again."

"Atlas technology is the best in the world!"

"The old emperor should abdicate and let our father become emperor."

"Old Immortal Mord, your magic is boundless, may you reign for eternity, and may you unify the Milky Way!" The entire Hive was filled with a joyful atmosphere, and even the lizardmen who had just joined the legion raised their hands and shouted, "Long live Old Immortal Mord!"

Unfortunately, such happy days did not last long. As a large number of Atlas arrived in Holy Terra, these naive young men, who were quite wealthy and had not experienced the empire's harsh treatment, were targeted.

Perhaps it was just a coincidence, or perhaps it was some pointless political prank, but in any case, an Atlas mortal auxiliary soldier got into a fierce fight with a group of gang members while drinking in a beer hall, and his body was not found until two days later and placed in front of Mordred.

Looking at the mangled corpse, missing many organs and even its face peeled off, Mordred said nothing and slaughtered their entire hideout that very night.

After skinning and dismembering all the gang members and hanging them from the ceiling to dry like cured meat, he realized that things were not as simple as he had imagined.

Previously, in order to prevent the people of Terra from starving, Mordred transferred a large number of starch synthesizers to the Emperor, thinking that the people here would get better after having enough food. However, unexpectedly, the food distribution points were occupied by gangs.

What's even more infuriating is that most of these gang members were among the first to receive Atlas relief food. They were once starving civilians who suddenly became exploiters.

Moreover, unlike the gangs of the past that were still relatively sustainable and exploitative, these new gangs are even more ruthless. They recruit members with an unlimited food supply and physically exploit them, turning the entire cold storage into a place where living organs have been removed.

Mordred refused to believe that the Emperor was blind, nor that Macardo was unaware. He had prepared everything, even arranging the tasks to be performed, yet it had turned out like this.

Looking at those inferior organ parts that had been completely eliminated by Tranquility and would never be chosen by anyone, Mordred felt powerless for the first time. This was followed by intense anger, which led him to summon all the Atlas in orbit and slaughter a large part of the hive city.

In the days that followed, Mordred went nowhere and spent his days wandering around Terra with a group of Atlas. As soon as the sun went down, he would transform into Batman and enter the hive to uphold justice.

Batman has a no-kill policy, and Atlas has a no-lose policy. If you don't want to live a good life, then die. Whenever there is illegal or evil behavior, he will go and shoot.

After a full month of cleanup, Atlas accomplished what could be called a great miracle: the lower hive cities were even better off than the upper hive cities, and Terra's food shortage disappeared instantly.

There was no longer an unlimited supply of relief food. If you wanted to eat, you had to work. If you didn't work, no one would care if you starved to death.

Looking at the vibrant, newly transformed city before him, Mordred's anger finally subsided somewhat. Everyone was operating perfectly as he had planned, but a nameless rage still lingered, preventing him from being happy.

In a bad mood, Mordred could only stay in the bridge every day playing games with Atlas. But he was bad at the game and loved to play, so many of his offspring didn't want to take care of their old father and instead went to play with Sally.

Only the user with the ID "War God 88" was always available, and Mordred was no match for him, getting utterly humiliated every time. This led him to start developing games that didn't require much skill. But whenever the night was quiet, Mordred, covered with the small blanket his adoptive father had given him, would always think of the soldier whose body organs had been removed and whose face had been peeled off.

"Are you still agonizing over this?" Morgan's head popped out from his chest, looking down at Mordred, who was lying on the sofa.

Mordred, who was about to deny it, finally nodded. For Morgan, who had inherited most of his memories, lies were meaningless.

She is like a mirror; she can fool others, but she can't fool her own reflection.

"Yes, even now I haven't asked that soldier's name, but I still can't forget that bloodied and mangled face."

Also, no demons or monsters are allowed in the bed! Get out of here!

Morgan, who was in perfect harmony with Mordred, knew what Mordred was hiding, and she could also enter the mind network to sense Mordred's thoughts.

"It's obvious you made a mistake. But the mistake isn't yours, it's the world's." Morgan, now fully emerged from Mordred's body, flapped her wings, pushed aside the twisted Primarch occupying the entire sofa, and said mercilessly:

"It's one thing to fool others, but don't fool yourself. You and I both know that even if you recreate Ning Jing as you remember her, this is not our world."

But since we're already here, what can we do? Chaos is a pile of shit, but isn't the Empire also a pile of shit? I think you've been completely fooled by the Emperor, actually believing the empty promises he made to you.”

Upon hearing this, Mordred fell into deep thought. Unbeknownst to him, he had been in this world for 30 years.

For ordinary Imperial citizens, 30 years may be longer than a lifetime, but for Mordred, a Primarch who may never die, time is meaningless.

Morgan was right. He had spent 18 years transforming Tranquility, pouring all the resources Atlas had accumulated into it, just to recreate the world he remembered.

Why am I so conflicted? This is Holy Terra, not my own peace, nor is it my home Earth.

"..."

If Peturabo were there and saw Mordred in this state, he would surely sigh at how twisted she was, especially since this was her second brother. It was truly pathetic.

Fortunately, only Morgan was there. This rebellious fellow had little patience and grabbed his staff, striking him with it.

"Duang!"

"Why did you hit me?"

"I'm talking to you. Instead of being so emotional, why don't you learn from the ambitious Guilliman? He has 500 worlds as his backing. Do you? You're just wasting your time. And now you're getting all sentimental. You don't even deserve it!"

"That weasel, that despicable, smoking thing, what if one day it has a mental breakdown and pins you down on a golden toilet and starts whining? Then we'll be together for life."

"No way? Even if a weasel isn't human, it shouldn't be that despicable. I am..." Mordred lost confidence at the end, but Morgan continued to speak:
"But what? You're just a Primarch. Let's not talk about anything else, just look at Angron. If he hadn't been rescued, he would have been abandoned by the Emperor and become a target to attract the Four Merchants, in order to protect other Primarchs who are more valuable."

Snatching the blanket, Morgan met those golden eyes with her incredibly wise gaze, forcefully suppressing the old man Maud in terms of presence.

“Nios is just your biological father. Only I will never betray you. If you die, I will die too. This is a contract that is deeper than any other relationship.”

"But I can't die at all. Who can kill me? I have connections everywhere. At worst, I can just surrender..."

"Who should we vote for, you dog-headed man? A coward who can't even be a proper lapdog, or a soft-bodied monster bird that's driven itself mad by its own left-brain attack on its right-brain?"

"It couldn't possibly be that purple mood, could it?! Mom, I don't want you to be the ultimate humiliator!" Morgan, now even more arrogant, was no longer satisfied with verbal mockery. Instead, she started rubbing Mordred's head and making strange noises.

Morgan is definitely skilled at counseling others; Mordred instantly stopped being emotional and he grabbed her and started beating her mercilessly.
"You bastard, so this is what you were waiting for! How dare you mess up my cool hairstyle? I'm your master, you really need to be taught a lesson."

Seeing that things were not going well, Morgan tried to run away, but Mordred grabbed his tail and pulled him out of her body. She then grabbed a leather belt and whipped him up and down, making him scream and yell.

Fortunately, an order from the Emperor saved Morgan's backside. With the help of the Star Torch, the Weasel used his unparalleled psionic power to discover a new Primarch.

For reasons that cannot be explained, Atlas will accompany them.

What else is there to say? All the Atlas still in Holy Terra began to assemble and sail away from Holy Terra with the Dream Fleet.

Meanwhile, a large, blond man, astronomically far away, couldn't help but shudder and muttered to himself:

"I always feel like there are countless eyes watching me."

(End of this chapter)