Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 14 Triangular Trade in the New Era
After Tom's deeply regretful explanation, Mordred finally understood what had happened, and even admitted that he was partly to blame.

Due to the small population base, Atlas has been frantically recruiting people over the past two years to fill the population gap in the peaceful world in order to meet its operational needs.

So after the Eighth Company Commander volunteered, Mordred assigned him the task of immigration, and Tom lived up to expectations, leading his slave-catching... no, immigration squad, following behind the other legions to select people.

This was originally a good thing. The peaceful world was in a period of full-scale construction and was short of people everywhere. And now that the Great Expedition was in full swing, the last thing it lacked was the newly incorporated colonies.

From Mordred's perspective, the human empire, as an interstellar power, cannot be described as having a backward system; in fact, it is inferior to an advanced feudal system.

Rather than letting people's living standards be completely tied to the anthropomorphism of the planet governor, it would be better for them to build planets under their own jurisdiction, where at least they can eat their fill from the same pot and occasionally have extra meals and some peaceful chickens to roam around.

Logically speaking, this method is all benefits and no harm. The Second Legion gains population, ordinary people are kept away from war, and even other legions can obtain supplies while Tom is hauling people back and forth. It's like Qin Shi Huang's family playing cards, a win-win-win situation!

However, what followed, unsurprisingly, took an unexpected turn.

Seeing that Tom did a great job, and in accordance with the royal tradition of using useful people to the fullest, Mordred gave Tom the position of recruiter, allowing him to select some good talents from the immigrants to replenish the legion.

However, Mordred overlooked one crucial issue: the background of his own company commander, Klaus Tom, who had studied at the Eighth Army Corps.

The Eighth Legion, whose initial members were developed from underground Terran hives, is a predictable group; aside from their unwavering loyalty, almost all of them are villains.

Tom, who grew up in such an environment, was only fortunate to have Mordred's strong genes, otherwise he would have been a lunatic too.

After receiving Mordred's appointment, Tom began to ponder, thinking that it was too troublesome to select people from the refugees. Even if they were good at labor, they would definitely be weaklings if they could be wiped out by the Empire in one fell swoop. It would be better to select people from the world of the dead.

Who is the world of death closest to tranquility?
The answer is Katachon!

Upon arriving at this planet, which was discovered by the Emperor himself, Tom found that the burly men with red hoods were quite impressive. Even if they couldn't become Space Marines, they would be excellent auxiliary soldiers.

What's even more amazing is that Tom also discovered that Katachon is a natural training ground. As long as you can survive for six months in there, you can mass-produce strong and powerful men. This made him feel like it was a cheat code given to him by God to help him get points.

Tom was so excited by the thought of bringing a large number of soldiers with him and being praised by his father in front of his many brothers that he skinned several dinosaurs before he calmed down.

But a new problem arose: the genetic seed compatibility of the Second Legion was far too low. In a place like Katachanna, which even the Emperor would shake his head at, the human population was even less than that of Tranquility, making it impossible to meet the recruitment needs.

At this point, the impact of Tom's studies at the Eighth Legion became apparent. He came up with a truly astonishing idea: to capture people from other dead worlds and then dump them in Qatar to play survival games. Wouldn't that create a large number of tough guys?
Hearing this, Mordred could no longer hold back. She grabbed the little brat and gave him a good beating, yelling and cursing as she hit him:

"Tom, you're a real genius! I doubt your IQ is that high, maybe 250."

"Thank you for the praise, Father. To be honest, all your former subordinates praised me for being smart." Perhaps thinking it was some great achievement, Tom showed a proud expression even when being scolded.

Mordred was even angrier now. He knew his men better than anyone. They were either Oglins or canines, and the smartest one was Rambo, that big black dog.

"Alright, alright, just tell me what happened next. I don't want to hear your inner monologue; I'm afraid I'll catch your white Oglin syndrome. Get to the point!" Tom shrank back and continued:
"But all the good soldiers in the Death World have already been taken, and other legions think the same way, so I have to find them myself."

Thanks to your strength, Father, we were able to safely jump through warp space. As I searched, I came to an unknown star sector and saw a planet covered in lava, with a particularly, particularly large moon beside it.

"A particularly large satellite? And covered in lava?" Mordred seemed to know where it was.

Sure enough, Tom's next words confirmed his guess.

"That planet was called Nocturne by the local natives. After I arrived in that world, I found that it was filled with high-temperature radiation. The humans on it were very tough and had an explosive vitality. Apart from their dark skin, they were excellent recruits."

"So you went down and arrested them?"

"Yes! And for sustainable development, whenever I discover a clan, I only take one-tenth of it and leave them enough resources to recover."

But instead of being grateful, they called me a demon and said their guardians would destroy me.

I didn't pay much attention at first, since no one knows if this guardian deity is a local legend. But just as I was about to retreat, a huge black monster wearing armor and decorated with various bones jumped out, wielding a large iron hammer and yelling wildly.

Then we decided to mess with this big idiot. We drove our Stormbirds and ran him over with our machine guns for ages. We had no idea what he was saying, but we could tell he was really angry. He was pointing at us and saying Tibetan!

Hearing this, Mordred was completely stunned. You really did a great job getting Vulcan so angry that he started swearing!
"Perhaps he was too excited, that big black guy actually tried to throw stones at us. God knows why he was able to throw the stones so high and even broke the Stormbird's glass."

This is my newly acquired Stormbird. Such behavior is no ordinary native behavior. We must strike hard. So I launched two Death Strike Missiles.

But this monster had too much health; it wasn't killed by the explosion and even gave us the middle finger, so I called in an orbital strike.

"..."

Mordred was speechless. He even suspected that it was this bastard's idea to shoot him with the light spear.

"Tom, I really want to beat you to death. You wait, I'll deal with you when I get back. What are you standing there for? Hurry up and assemble the troops and take me there!"

"Oh, right, remember to protect those people captured from Nocturne and treat them the same way you would treat me. Also, take that Stormbird and destroy it."

Still feeling uneasy, Mordred summoned Joseph again, instructing him to keep a close watch on the Eighteenth Army's movements and to ensure that no information was leaked.

"Hey, this absolutely can't get out of here, Vulcan, my good brother whom I've never met, you better put on your resurrection armor!"

(End of this chapter)