Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 162 I, Vashtor, am so eager to improve!
Although not at the same time, but in the same place, how could a member of the Second Empire not have a ceremony to swear allegiance?
Mordred led Mortarion into the secret chamber filled with Legion banners, kicked him in the knee, and forced him to kneel before the Emperor's statue.

"Little Mo, now you're one of us. With the Death Guard joining us, our Second Empire is truly thriving! Quickly kowtow to Master Huang."

Mortarian didn't believe in gods or ghosts, but what could he do when the emperor was enshrined on the altar? Kneeling before his father was justified and not shameful.

After prostrating himself, Mortarian took the incense and candles from his brother and placed them in the Emperor's statue. However, seeing the neatly arranged banners of the various legions, Mortarian felt a little uneasy. So, I'm the one who came later.

"Second Brother, something doesn't seem right. The Empire only has 20 legions, but you've listed so many here. Who else isn't from our Second Legion?"

"Good question!" Mordred put his arm around Mordred's shoulder and explained from left to right:

"Due to the special nature of its legion, Space Wolves and Atlas only have a cooperative relationship. However, Russ is a very good person. When you meet him in the future, don't be fooled by his appearance. He is very smart. He provided 20% of Atlas's stolen goods."

Even though he had just returned to the Legion, Mortarian knew about the Space Wolves, who were essentially the internal police of the Imperial Legion. He never expected that they were all his people. The Second Empire had not been a waste of time to join.

"As for the second fire lizard, it's simpler. I don't tell others, but it's different for you, Xiao Mo. I'll give you a heads-up: the fire lizard was just there to make up the numbers."

"Just to make up the numbers?"

Mordred nodded, explaining that starting a business was difficult, and he had hung up the salamander flag to attract funding, and that he had even drawn the flag himself.

This explanation makes much more sense, since Mortarian remembers the Salamander Banner as having a lizard head, while the one hanging in front of him looks more like a dog's head.

"But don't underestimate the fire lizards. Apart from being a bit slower than normal people in terms of reaction, their legion is extremely strong, and they are quite honest and loyal. It's just that Vulcan is a bit of a scoundrel."

Vulcan is a black-faced, black-hearted fellow. Not only does he love to tattle, but he also secretly keeps a diary. Do you keep a diary?

Motalian shook his head, indicating that he never kept a diary; what decent person would write their innermost thoughts in a diary?

"And the next few are even more important, they are the core members of our Second Empire."

"Since Chemos is relatively close to Tranquility, the Emperor's son has an excellent relationship with Atlas. It's just that poor kid Fugrim has been acting a bit strange lately, always sticking to Feralus. You must be careful not to let him target you; he doesn't produce milk!"

Mordred might have some misunderstanding about him. This was the second time he had said he liked drinking milk. But before Mortarion could explain, Mordred dragged him toward another flag.

"This big bat is the Midnight Lord of the Eighth Legion. Koz is our youngest brother, and he is currently pursuing a primary school degree in Macurag."

Just treat it like a little kid. If you need anything, go and cooperate with Severta, the real commander of the Eighth Legion.

"As for the Iron Warriors, you've seen them too. They're the short guys mixed in with Atlas. Not only are they hardworking and diligent, but they're also top-notch at dust removal. Praise them a couple of times now and then, and you're guaranteed to gain a herd of chosen beasts."

But if you ever meet Peturabo again, whatever you do, don't mention her height. She hates being called short.

This kind of mundane family life was quite enjoyable for Mortalian, who had never experienced familial affection. In comparison, the yellow weasel that only knew how to send people on the Great Expedition right away was simply inhuman.

"As for the remaining few, the Holy Blood Angels, like you, have just found their original bodies. If the infrastructure troops weren't still in Baal, I would have brought the main force over to help build Barbarus."

The Thousand Sons are a bunch of protein lunatics. If you ever see them on the battlefield, it'll shatter your worldview, but it's just another way of using psionic energy. Don't overthink it, just let it happen naturally!

"Who was the last one?"

Following Mortarian's finger, the banner of the World Eaters appeared before him. Even with some hesitation, Mordred spoke:
"You mean the World Eaters? They're currently searching for a new home planet in the Misty Starfield, but that place is a bit ominous; it's called the Warning Star."

I've already tried to persuade Anglong, but he won't listen. He says this place is located on a major transportation route, and the people are quite fierce, making it extremely suitable as a conscription base. He even accuses me of being feudal and superstitious.

"Actually, you should have realized by now that my so-called Second Empire is just an alliance organization. It's mainly about mutual benefit and win-win cooperation. Those with strength contribute their strength, those with money contribute their money, and we also help out our brothers."

Moreover, the Emperor and Macardo were aware of this plan, but they simply chose not to say anything. After all, our small circle could greatly alleviate the pressure on the Ministry of Military Affairs; otherwise, the people in the Ministry of Military Affairs would be worked to death, and orders from all sides would be booked for 300 years to come.

Mortarian may lack experience, but he's not stupid. Each legion has its own strengths, and this alliance is developing rapidly. He wants to ride this fast train.

"What can the Death Guard do? Barbaross is useless, it only has poison gas."

"Of course! I won't allow you to say my brother is a piece of trash." Back on the surface of Barbarossa, Mordred summoned Goff directly. After extensive surveying, the Grand Steward had already come up with a development plan suitable for the Death Guard.

“Father, due to the special environment of Barbalus, the people on this planet have a strong resistance to biochemical toxins, making it particularly suitable for developing into an agricultural world for growing mushrooms.”

The mushrooms Goff was referring to were not ordinary mushrooms, but psychedelic mushrooms cultivated by Atlas. They were well-received upon their release and were completely harmless to humans, making them another pillar industry for Atlas.

If Barbarus's poisonous fog contained even a trace of psionic energy, Mordred would have blown the planet up without a second thought, for fear of getting Nurgle on it.

But since Barbaross's manure was used to grow mushrooms, it was perfect for the Death Guard to use for initial accumulation, and it could also slowly decompose the psionic poison mist on them.

The Death Guards unanimously approved the proposal, knowing how popular Rick's cigarettes were in the Empire, and immediately urged their Primarch to accept the offer.

What the crowd didn't know was that while they were cultivating mushrooms on a large scale, a large amount of mycelium was also sprouting in the stagnant, decaying world far away on the other side of the curtain.

As one of the Four Ancient Ones, Nurgle represents the desire for life and the rejection of death; new life, stagnation, decay, and immutability... these are all among Nurgle's powers.

All things are subject to the endless cycle of birth and death, but Nagu refused to die, breaking this cycle that should have existed.

Of the four peddlers, apart from Slaanesh, the youngest lady, the origins of the other three are unknown. However, there is no doubt that warp gods, as rule-based entities, are definitely two sides of the same coin.

Just like the kobolds who claim to be heartless killers, although they don't care where the blood comes from or where the skulls come from, the praise of courage and the pursuit of competition are also included in the powers of the kobolds.

This is why the Kobold is addicted to the game and always goes all-in on card draws. The Kobold just wants to win, what's wrong with that?

So when new life forms appeared in his own territory, although he thought these little things tainted with subtle evil energy were strange, the benevolent father did not reject them. Instead, he bestowed upon these mycelia the same care as everyone else.

The adorable Nurgle hops around, takes off its cap and puts it on its head, transforming into a gardener to work diligently, nurturing large, green, and plump mushrooms in the timeless sea of ​​souls.

This scene was witnessed by Vashtor, who had come to discuss cooperation.

As a Scroll King who dreams of becoming a god, Vashtor's only goal is to ascend to godhood. After the Demon Engine, which is a copy of Atlas's Angel of Elysium, became a bestseller, he developed a path dependency.

Basically, as soon as Mordred launches a new product, Vashtor launches the same one, not for any other reason than to prove that he is not inferior to others.

Why should I have to work underhandedly for the Four Gods in exchange for their assistance, while Mordred, who is showered with love and affection, is ignored by them?

In the Soul Forge, in a cave undetectable by any detector, every creation issued by Atlas is displayed, and even the walls are covered with posters of Mordred. This is Vashtor's determination; he wants to prove himself.

Wa Banxian desperately wanted to improve, but born from the curiosity and technological sparks of the Creator, he was a bit inexperienced. He didn't even know which race to sacrifice, and his own power highly overlapped with Tzeentch's.

The kobolds seized some of the power of malevolent arts through war, Slaanesh tore off a piece of flesh with that strange little device, and even the cursed ones made a Void Dragon disguise as Om Messiah.

Looking up and down, left and right, and then looking up, he saw that there were four buttocks sitting on the throne of the wicked art. Now even the loving father wanted to shove his plump, round buttocks onto it.

The thought of this made Vashtor feel like countless ants were crawling all over him. He desperately wanted to become a god; he dreamed of ascending to godhood!
Perhaps sensing the younger man's envy, the loving father was quite pleased and even brought out a bowl of thick soup to entertain Vashtor.

Drinking the soup is one thing, but Vashtor isn't some dirty-handed golden-haired Oglin. Don't finish this bowl of soup and turn yourself into a Splatoon.

Returning to the Soul Forge and watching the contracted demons frantically tightening screws on the assembly line, the demon demigod suddenly realized that if he continued like this, he might never be able to ascend to godhood.

"I can't keep slacking off like this; I need to find a collaborator."

Vashtor's first thought was of the Emperor, but he quickly suppressed the idea. The cursed person's reputation score had already plummeted to negative, and he wouldn't be able to renege on the debt.

"Then who can we turn to?"

Looking thoughtfully at the Mordred poster on the wall, which was giving a thumbs-up and had a bright smile, Vashtor was lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)