Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 152 Post-War Settlement Screen
"Russ, aren't you the one who loves to laugh the most? Why aren't you laughing?"

"Zhuang Sen, why are you drawing your sword? I'm your thirteenth brother! I'm an ally! I'm an ally!"

How could Zhuang Sen not be angry? The First Legion had contributed the most and suffered the most casualties in the entire battle. He had originally planned to behead the enemy leader and become the greatest hero.

Even when Ruth the Angel rushed to help, she gave up the center position, and you bastard actually stole the kill.

Five legions joined the battle, and everyone had a bright future. Space wolves hunted down the enemy, Blood Angels flanked them, Atlas dropped cannon fodder, and Ultramarines held the line in the rear. In the end, looking at the results, Johnson was an easy winr, and Guilliman got the MVP.

Seeing that things were not going well, the blond kid still wanted to ask the Emperor for help, but to his surprise, the big golden guy not only did not stop him, but also threw the Mordred Spinal Sword at him, which smashed into Guilliman.

As their eyes met, the three burly men surrounded Mordred, who was still spewing out energy and unable to move.

“Wait, wait, wait!”

"Second brother, you said your back is a little itchy, right? I'll scratch it for you."

The ruthless Lion King was the first to strike, grabbing Mordred's tail and pulling it back and forth, crushing Guilliman until he let out a sharp screech.

Even Ruth and Sanguis took advantage of Guilliman's inattention to kick him hard in the groin, pulling on his two good legs and beating him relentlessly, saying, "You bastard, ambitious Guilliman!"

As the saying goes, the best way to build rapport is to beat up the other person together. Guilliman successfully brought the four Primarchs closer together all by himself.

The Emperor was quite satisfied with what he saw and wondered if Guilliman could be made the second target in the future, replacing Angron's original job.

With the death of Queen Randan, the Battle of Randan gradually came to an end.

The long-suffering mortal auxiliary troops were finally able to enter the ground battlefield and carry out cleanup work with the Space Marines. Atlas was even assigned the task of scavenging supplies, which was a perfect fit for his profession.

To eliminate the influence of the Randan Empire, all infected worlds were bombarded with viral bombs, purifying everything under the terrifying heat of the burning atmosphere.

All the soldiers who participated in the battle underwent rigorous memory erasure afterward. The truth that the Randan aliens were actually human must be dispelled, and the purity of humanity must not be tainted.

The Dark Angels, who suffered the most casualties, even sent some of their veterans to establish an organization called the Broken Claw Order on their home planet, Randan, to guard this dark secret that should not be known to anyone.

But during the looting, Atlas discovered that the sheep placenta that had been placed on the throne had disappeared. The aftermath of the battle between the Emperor and Queen Randan had torn everything apart, leaving ruins everywhere.

Three days later, Mordred finally returned to normal and immediately found Ruth, who was still scavenging. He gave Ruth a good beating, pairing the bastard with the bruised and battered Guilliman.

Before Mordred could even rest for a moment, he, as an Imperial Warmaster, was dragged away by the Emperor and taken to the Imperial Dream along with several other Primarchs.

Inside the laboratory, looking at Sisyphus, whose body was completely covered in bruises and had been thoroughly ravaged, everyone felt terrible.

"Father, can't you save our brothers?" Zhuang Sen, who valued brotherhood the most, spoke first, only to see the Emperor's helpless eyes.

Seeing that the Emperor remained silent, everyone turned to look at Mordred, who was an expert in biochemical modifications:

"Don't look at me, I'm powerless too. The Eleventh has been completely absorbed by Dahl, and even the most important things have been corrupted. His soul is weaker than the explosive gun in the soldier's hand."

And as you might have noticed, the high-level Randan Xenomorphs are just reskinned Space Marines; they also have a structure similar to a gene seed. Our brothers have become mindless breeding machines. Even if I'm incredibly powerful, I can't create something out of nothing. If I make a single move, Prison 11 will be reduced to ashes.

In fact, Sisyphus's situation was even worse than Mordred described. Unlike Angron, who had nails in his brain and was also attacked by Slaanesh and Khorne, Angron was at least an independent individual with his own consciousness.

As for Sisyphus, even the emperor didn't know whether he was his own son or Dahl, who had merged into his essence.

The immortals are not so easy to kill, and the Emperor knows this better than anyone. The current Sisyphus is Dahl's Soul Protector.

Just like his name, Sisyphus, a tormented man who could never push the boulder to the top of the mountain, it was all Dahl's self-mockery.

The Primarch was a product of a deal between the Emperor and the Four Gods. It could also be said that the Golden Giant swindled the Four Gods' resources to create a demigod. The materials were limited and were completely non-renewable resources.

Even Angron's treatment plan was modified from the original, pieced together by robbing Peter to pay Paul.

"and many more!"

Suddenly, the big golden guy had a flash of inspiration and looked at Mordred, who was pointing at Queen Randan's head with ill intent. He remembered that when he made this dog, he had stuffed in a lot of odds and ends, including part of Number Eleven.

He also remembered that when he was resetting the container for Angron, it seemed like the guy was hiding something from him.

"Mordred, have you been doing something shady behind my back?"

"What? Me! What shameful things could I possibly do? Don't accuse me of something wrong!" Mordred panicked upon hearing this. He had done many things, almost all of which were shameful. Heaven knows which one this weasel was asking about.

Seeing that this guy still wouldn't admit it, the Emperor gestured for Zhuang Sen and the others to go out for a bit, lest they get covered in blood later.

Judging from the situation, it was obvious that the second-in-command was going to get a beating. The four Primarchs turned and left, with Guilliman even considerately closing the door behind him. He remembered that Mordred had crushed him the most, almost killing him.

With no one around, the Emperor dropped his pretense and immediately grabbed his rebellious son, interrogating him relentlessly. When he learned that the question was actually about Angron's fragments, even Mordred thought the old man had gone mad.

"Blood transfusions require blood type matching, aren't you afraid of blowing up Old Eleven?"

"Don't worry, I'm confident I can bring him back to life."

After staring at the other person for a long time, Mordred thought that he might as well try anything, since things were already like this, he might as well give it a shot.

But before that, he had something more important to do.

Looking at the casualty report handed to him by Brian, Mordred didn't say much. He had long known that war was bound to end in death. Compared to the Dark Angels, Atlas's casualty rate was already very low, but nearly a quarter of them had still left him.

The Battle of Randan was probably the most brutal battle Atlas had ever experienced, and it also resulted in the highest number of casualties.

I can no longer chat and enjoy delicious food with those troublesome, rebellious children.

“Let’s go, Brian, we’re the winners, we’re going to take them home.”

(End of this chapter)