Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 135 Everyone Loves the Archangel

A sudden subspace storm forced the Dream Fleet to speed up and head towards Mandeville Point in the solar system.

Meanwhile, on the bridge of the Dreamship, Mordred, who had just been pried out of the wall by Waldo, was receiving a scolding from his elderly father:

"The power in the game is all fake. Don't play with that idiot anymore. Use that time to kill more people. Didn't you do a good job in Nest City before?"

Even some heretical experiments are fine, as long as you report to me, I'll allow it.

Perhaps it was because of that red scarf that the big blond guy felt a strange sense of crisis. No matter how big and round the pie in his sky was, he couldn't resist the fact that others were really nice to Mordred.

"I know, but why do I feel like your whole body is turning black? You're not going to be sent away, are you? If you're about to die, tell me in advance so I can divide the inheritance with my brothers."

If Mordred kept his mouth shut, the Emperor would place him on the same level as Horus, but the moment that bastard opened his mouth, he felt choked up and sat on the sofa to close his eyes and rest.

Mordred didn't act foolishly again. No matter what, the Emperor was standing up for him, and the kobold had been screaming quite pitifully.

Due to historical issues, since the fall of the Eldar Empire, the Pointy Ears Sprouts have been completely split into various factions, and a large number of network maps have also been lost, as fragmented as the air in a Lay's potato chip, completely empty.

With the help of Kiaran, a Comorian student, Atlas drew up a stable network map from the periphery of Tranquility to Olympia, and finally to Noztramo.

As for other places, the only option is to make a second stop via subspace travel, but even so, it is still many times faster than simple subspace travel.

As the fleet passed the Pluto Fortress, a net portal unfolded from the void, and Kiaran's figure appeared in the holographic image. The Imperial Guard turned their heads away, selectively ignoring this blasphemous scene.

This wasn't the Emperor's first time entering the Internet, and not only that, he also had a close Eldar friend. In that chaotic Dark Age of Technology, the Weasel and the Old Prophet roamed around, leaving behind the urban legend of the Galactic Thief Saint.

Looking out the porthole at the dilapidated yet still hopeful great creation, the emperor couldn't help but wonder just how powerful the ancient sages were, and what it would be like if they were still here.
Perhaps the warp wouldn't be as chaotic as it is now, perhaps war wouldn't be the only melody in the galaxy, perhaps the warp would truly become a paradise, just as countless races have fantasized about.

Glancing at Mordred, who was chatting and chuckling to herself with the female guards, the Emperor sighed at how lucky the dog was. She had managed to trick a foreign race into serving her and enjoy the convenience of the Internet ahead of time, while he himself had to struggle to build roads.

But what belongs to others is ultimately unreliable. Humanity must possess its own network of knowledge and skills; only in this way can it transcend all things.

Looking at the pointed-eared bean sprout guiding the fleet in the holographic image, the Emperor knew the name of this creature certified as a psionic specialization demi-human—Kiaran.

In the Eldar language, Kiaran means wasp, representing an uncertain future, which happens to echo Atlas.

How did you get them to obey you?

"You mean you'd work for me? It's simple. The Spirit Race fears the Evil God and is terrified of being dragged into the Evil God's territory for eternal torment after death."

I went along with it and formed the Dark Moon Cult, which believed in me and granted them peace in the afterlife. It was a win-win situation.

Don't think I'm exploiting them. They enjoy all the benefits of Atlas every day. I treat them as my own people, bestowing upon them new glory and missions. Don't you have anything to say about that?"

The Emperor, of course, had nothing to say and continued to observe everything as usual. But it was precisely this aloof and superior attitude that made Mordred feel a surge of displeasure.

"Old Huang, now that the Lizardmen have already taken shape, the construction of the network will accelerate, and we can allocate some resources to infrastructure development."

You also lived through that era, and you know where I come from.

Leaving aside distant examples, just look at Terra right under your nose. I don't believe you're blind to the horrific conditions they endure; they live worse than animals. And this isn't an isolated case; the majority of the Empire's population is like this. Let's postpone the Great Expedition's quota and at least let them live like human beings.

If no changes are made, then when a crisis arises, without a strong government to suppress them, they will definitely betray the empire.

"Then continue to suppress them! This is your duty as an Imperial Warmaster. As long as the Great Expedition succeeds, everything will be alright." The Emperor's cold words extinguished Mordred's illusions.

"Yes, yes, yes! As long as the Great Expedition succeeds, everything will be alright. You dog, all you can say is that. But what will happen after the Great Expedition ends? You haven't thought about the future at all!"

"The common people are all ignorant, while you are looking too high and too far. Since you keep saying that you are doing this for humanity, then you cannot leave the masses. Those who are separated from the masses will never have a good ending."

"Nyos, I'll ask you one more time, do you want to be a savior, a high and mighty god?"

"I am not a goddess!"

………………

"I am not a goddess!"

The same answer came from another person, the archangel Saint Gilles, who refused the offerings of his people, and he said it firmly even though no one believed him.

Like all Primarchs who envied Guilliman, Sangilius, still an infant, was thrown to the other side of the galaxy by a warp storm.

He landed on the satellite Baal, which was filled with radioactive dust, and was discovered and raised by a local tribe called the Vampires.

In fact, at the very beginning, the locals intended to kill him, but because Saint Gilles had mutated a pair of wings on his back, he was clearly not a normal human being, and they wanted to capture him and roast him like chicken wings.

However, they discovered that the little guy was a fighting prodigy who had killed a super giant scorpion in the local area of ​​Bal at a young age, so they decided to take him home.

Just like the little story about how the Emperor shattered the Void Dragon with a stone, every Primarch has his own unique strengths, and Sanguis is no exception.

Thanks to the Primarch's superior physical abilities, the Angels can traverse Baal's radiated desert without any protection and are adept at repelling hostile mutant tribes.

If Dorn is playing Frostpunk, Johnson is playing the Arthurian legend, and Mordred is playing Borderlands, then without a doubt, Angels are playing Fallout: Fury Road.

With the Primarch's unique knowledge package, the little angel quickly became the leader of the Baal tribe, and eventually became a god-like figure in the hearts of the local people.

Years later, the little angel became an archangel. He led the vampire tribe to defeat the mutant tribe on the planet, whose numbers far exceeded theirs. With the help of prophecy, he launched a counterattack on the main planet and completely unified Baal.

Today, all members of the tribe gather together to listen to the archangel's teachings and celebrate this hard-won and great victory.

"How wonderful, Saint Gilles! We love you."

No one dislikes angels; even Baal's deadly scorpion would get severely sunburned under the light of Saint Gilles, turning red and swollen.

Hearing the increasingly exaggerated praises circulating around them, the two junk collectors, who had subtly slipped in, exchanged a glance and uttered the same words in unison:

"He's so good at it, I love it!" ×6
(End of this chapter)