Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 154 The Stinky Little Guy
Upon learning that the weasel had discovered another Primarch's trail, Mordred had a strange sense of déjà vu and quickly called over his unruly son, Tom, to see if he had gotten into trouble again.

It's not that he went to unnecessary trouble; it's just that Mordred felt Tom was a bit sinister, and he was the first to discover Vulcan, Johnson, and Kurt.

And it was always the same dialogue, starting with "Father, I think..." which made Mordred have a stress reaction.

Fortunately, there were no special circumstances this time where the Primarch was bombarded. Tom behaved himself and even became a celebrity in the Legion. Many Legions whose Primarchs had not yet returned were watching him closely, hoping that Tom could blast their fathers out.

To make things easier for their future father, these legions even pooled their money to get Tom a Stormbird, and even replaced his machine guns with the less powerful but more sustained firepower Blazing Laser, which they said could not kill the Primarch in one shot.

Legions with Primarchs are like treasures, while those without are like weeds. In order to find their own Primarchs, they don't care about metaphysics or anything else, as long as it works.

Seeing that Tom was living a comfortable life, Mordred let him go and transport goods. There were no logistics warehouses in the Storm Starfield, so it was a good opportunity for him to go to Taran to establish a base.

As the Empire's territory grew, a single Tranquil Subsector was no longer sufficient to meet the Empire's material transportation needs. In order to improve efficiency, Mordred decided to build multiple warehouse worlds along major transportation routes.

Taran is another transportation hub after Tranquility, specifically used to transport weapons and equipment to the surrounding world to ensure the Imperial fleet's supply of resources in the Storm Sector.

Taking advantage of the remaining time, Mordred led Atlas to Terra's hive capital and, with the guidance of the now-powerful Assassin's Court, thoroughly tormented the Imperial officials.

Those who needed to be killed were killed, those who needed to be burned were burned, and the vacant positions were directly handed over to Macado, fully demonstrating Atlas's people-oriented professionalism.

These fine oxen and horses must be spurred on to ensure they neither dare to act recklessly nor lack ambition, and that they do not shirk their duties or slack off.

If you ask why the Space Marines weren't allowed to reside in the Terra Council, Mordred wanted to too, but the Emperor, that scoundrel, wouldn't allow it.

This is what Mordred is unhappy about. The Space Marines are clearly more efficient, and the Ultramarines have managed the five hundred worlds of Alteramar very well. But you yellow-skinned creatures insist on turning back the clock.

The deployment of the Divine Seal Network improved the efficiency of government affairs; otherwise, the empire would have been doomed sooner or later.

Stepping onto the Emperor Dream again, although it wasn't my first time here, the renovation style, which was completely light-polluting, still made me dislike it.

Fortunately, Mordred gets along well with the Imperial Guards and has a seasoned card player like Kitty, so he can play cards with them when he has free time, which keeps him from getting too bored.

On the Imperial Dream, the Emperor built a private room for each Primarch, while Mordred's room was transformed into an arcade, arguably the most popular spot on the ship among the Imperial Guard.

Because the incident happened so suddenly, the Emperor only said that he had discovered a new Primarch, but did not specify which one it was, leaving Mordred with nothing but wild speculation and guessing who it could be. As a result, he ate half a bowl less at mealtime.

But when Mordred saw the planet, he instantly knew which unlucky guy it was.

Through the porthole, a planet, entirely emerald green, resembling the alluring jade on a noblewoman's bosom, was embedded in the void. This mesmerizing scene attracted countless crew members to stop and watch.

But only Mordred knew that this godforsaken place had absolutely nothing to do with beauty, and perhaps only Magnus and Dorne, who were obsessed with showing off their fruits, would like it.

This is because the star that looks so beautiful is called Barbalus, the home planet of Mortarion, the Primarch of the Fourteenth Legion, nicknamed Poop Superman.

If we're talking about the difficulty of starting out as a Primarch, Guilliman is undoubtedly the protagonist of a wish-fulfillment novel, with a father, mother, and five hundred worlds as his inheritance.

Mortarion, on the other hand, had an absolutely hellish start, even worse than Koz, the bat cub who gnawed on every mouse he could find; he couldn't even get a mouse to eat. Mortarion was known as the Stinking Oglin, nicknamed "Poop Superman," the strongest Space Marine company commander, and the founder of numerology…

If we were to go into detail, Mordred could deliver a long, rapid-fire monologue, comparable to the Empire's classic "Thirty Years of Centaur Rings."

However, the truth is quite different. These are just nicknames for the rascal after he was tricked. After Mortarion fell into the cesspool of Barbarus, what he experienced was a complete nightmare.

Unlike other worlds, the rulers of Barbalus are alien creatures, and humans can only become their slaves and prey.

But as fate would have it, Mortarion encountered Nacre, the most powerful alien lord on the entire planet, as soon as he crawled out of the sheep placenta! And was taken in as Nacre's adopted son.

Sounds pretty good, right? After all, this is an expensive adoptive father that other Primarchs would never want to come across, but the truth is quite the opposite.

Don't mistake the aliens on Barbaros for the lazy dogs on Tranquility. These creatures are nothing like humans; they are aliens that manipulate witchcraft, the kind that deserve to be shot a hundred times over. They don't even qualify to be served on Atlas's dinner table; they've already been pickled.

After finding the Primarch, the Alien Lord Nacre treated Mortarian like a dog, subjecting him to all sorts of psychological manipulation and abuse, employing a Spartan-style, oppressive parenting style that Mordred was very familiar with.

The fact that they directly tortured Mortalian until he reached adulthood, and that he had never even seen a human or eaten a full meal before adulthood, only shows how powerful the Primarch's life force is.

After Mordred arrived in Tranquility, old Thomas really didn't let his dog son go hungry. There's not much else on the prairie, you can get full just by eating grass!
In contrast, the humans on Barbalus are in a much worse situation. The entire planet is filled with deadly poisonous gas, with the concentration increasing the higher you go. Humans can only survive by growing corn in the low-lying areas.

Even so, farmers toiled away just to grow enough grain to barely feed themselves, let alone develop the land. They also had to endure the constant threat of aliens swarming down from the mountains. One can only imagine what a cesspool Barbaros was.

"Oh, do you know where this place is?"

"Hey, how could I not know? When I saw this godforsaken place, I knew who was the worst off among us."

Perhaps remembering something, Mordred quickly took out a plastic bag, packed up the leftover food from the table, and handed it to Old Huang:

“Dahuang! Let’s each call ourselves the same. You call me Dad, and I’ll call you Dad.”

Listen to your father's advice. Your fourteenth uncle is honest and kind. As long as you don't do anything reckless, he's absolutely the most reliable son you could ask for. Take this food over there in a bit, trust me, he'll be so happy he'll practically gnaw on your toes!

The emperor nodded, indicating that he had indeed taken it to heart. He turned to signal the imperial guards to step aside, lest they get splattered with blood later.

Seeing that Old Huang wasn't taking the food and seemed to be looking for something, Mordred quickly went over to him:
"Ah Huang, what are you looking for? Daddy will look for it for you!"

"..."

Meanwhile, a tall, thin man harvesting corn in the low-lying area blinked as he watched the golden flash in the sky.

"Am I seeing things because I'm so hungry?"

(End of this chapter)