Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 174 Why did the Emperor dare not descend upon Nukelia?
In Colkis, the heart of the oasis, a unique funeral is taking place. Everyone is deeply saddened, tears streaming from their lips, as they frantically eat the food on the table.

Thanks to the starch synthesis device brought by Atlas, a continuous banquet of 300 tables can be held without any problem. With the addition of Colkis's specialty spices, the dog chef can make all kinds of delicious food with tasteless starch, which is clean and hygienic.

Luo Jia didn't understand why there was such a lavish feast at the funeral, nor why there was so much decoration. But Mordred simply told her that it was a local custom, and that if the spirits of Colfalen and Eribas could see it, they would surely be happy.

Shadowmoon Wolves, who also indulged in gluttony, agreed, saying they never wanted to eat the swill prepared by their own cooks again. They later learned that these cooks had come to Terra to work through a benefactor's introduction from Chemos.

And this important person was no outsider; he was none other than the Grand Commander behind the Emperor's son—Akurduna.

Not only Horus knew this man, but Mordred was also quite familiar with him. He was a fine young man, and no one could find fault with him. He could be described as a true son of the Emperor, except that he could cook food that would give even Space Marines food poisoning.

Mordred believes that this guy, like Tom, must have some kind of mystical element in him to make a Space Marine get sick, otherwise there's no way to explain it.

The return of the Primarch is a major event for the Empire, but both Horus and Mordred believe that it is inappropriate to allow the current Loka to return to the Legion.

The 17th Legion is one of the commanders' favorite legions no matter where it is placed. It has the farming talent of the Ultramarines, the fearlessness of war dogs, and the absolute obedience of the Iron Warriors.

Such a great legion, if they found out that their Primarch was a masochistic pervert, they wouldn't even dare to think about what would happen next.

Irebas is dead, but even if Irebas is dead, there's still Irejisi. People like Luojia are just too easy to control.

Although Mordred has always acted as a hands-off manager and has always joked that he is just a Primarch, and that Goff is the true commander of Atlas's legions.

But this doesn't mean he can't control the Legion. With a mental network link, unless Mordred, the mastermind, has a problem, no one can bypass him to steal Atlas, as the Randan War has already proven.

Therefore, we must reshape Luo Jia's values. We don't expect her to be perfect, but she should at least be comparable to Ruth.

Otherwise, if someone with ulterior motives were to appear, a large army like the 17th Army would suffer.

Thinking about this, we have to mention the other Primarchs. Even though he is a superhuman, the Primarch still has all sorts of personality flaws.

And without exception, not one of them was a normal person, just like the family they were born into.

Of course, Mordred would never admit to having any flaws; he was a perfect person who combined the best of everything, possessing all the advantages of the Primarch.

Since the arrival of the Abomination would take some time, the two took advantage of this gap to start talking to Luo Jia, hoping to correct his thinking.

Basically, Horus plays the bad cop and Mordred plays the good cop, guiding this imperial princess through basic knowledge.

If you're asking why the seemingly menacing bald, tight-fitting freak plays the bad cop instead of Mordred, who's more like a stepmother, then you'd have to ask who Luo Jia resembles. Horus said he couldn't bring himself to curse her.

With things having come to this point, Mordred didn't say much, but as seven days passed, his patience wore thin.

"Wenbai is incompetent, a disgrace to the nation, Horus! If you continue to indulge her, I'll beat you up too!"

"Mordred, calm down, calm down! You need to be patient! Luo Jia has made significant progress."

Looking at Luo Jia, who was huddled in the room and looking at him with pitiful puppy eyes, Mordred felt no mercy. He always felt that this guy seemed to know that Horus was easy to talk to, and that he was two-faced.

He behaves himself when facing himself, doing whatever he's told, but he unleashes his true nature when facing Horus, I don't know which unlucky thing he was born with.

Mordred grabbed the book "The Divine Emperor's Illusory World Record" from the table, glanced at it twice, and then tore it to shreds.

"No."

"You still dare to talk back? It's been a week already. Instead of learning from others, you're compiling fake scriptures. You don't have my physique. If Old Man Huang sees you, aren't you afraid he'll beat you to death?"

Let me tell you, there are no omnipotent gods in this world. At most, there are some powerful life forms. And Old Huang is not a god either; he's just an empty-headed fool.

And Horus, you get over there and squat down too. I asked you to supervise Luo Jia's homework; she's going to be a legion commander someday, and what are you doing, playing house with her? Are you kidding me?

Mordred was furious. As a great educator who had taught Forgrim, Peturabo, and Coz, he had never seen anyone so stubborn.

As the original genetic entity, Luo Jia also has a super brain, able to remember most knowledge after seeing it once, but this guy regards everything as a miracle brought by the weasel.

Every day without fail, he would stay in his room to worship, offering prayers to the emperor's statue with fanaticism, almost like a freak. He even had the leisure to write little imperial books.

Having extracurricular hobbies is one thing, and being treated differently is acceptable; it even makes you seem clever. Mordred isn't one of those parents who just say "I'm doing this for your own good" but are actually engaging in intensive parenting, imposing their own incompetence on their children. What truly bothers him is something else entirely:
"Did you whip yourself again? I've told you it's not a good habit. Hand it over right now. If I wasn't worried about you getting pleasure from it, I'd whip you myself."

Mordred wasn't uneducated in physics; with his fiery temper, he'd rather take action than talk. But who would have thought that Luo Jia would actually enjoy it, leaving Master Mordred in a dilemma of whether to hit him or not.

Under Luo Jia's rather reluctant gaze, Mordred searched under the bed and found a large box of small toys, including a restraint leather suit, a barbed whip, and even the big pins that Rong Momo loved the most.

If this guy keeps going like this, even without Slaanesh doing anything behind the scenes, he'll be reporting to the Silver Palace of the Sixth Ring Road sooner or later.

It's all the fault of those two beasts, Colfaren and Irebas! They turned my perfectly good sister into a monster. Pepe is much less of a worry for them!
And then there's that despicable scoundrel, always resorting to such underhanded tricks. One day I'll humiliate you severely.

Seeing the two large lumps squatting there like non-combustible garbage, Mordred became more and more annoyed, but he had no choice but to endure it.

If you bring her before the emperor, with the weasel's parenting philosophy, she'll definitely be kicked into a great expedition, and that would be the end of her.

After defeating Horus, Mordred believed that he had to get rid of this hindrance first, otherwise Luojia would never amount to anything.

Listening to his two older brothers arguing outside because of him, Luo Jia couldn't understand why things had turned out this way. He had also learned all that complicated knowledge, but Mordred was still not satisfied, even though he had lived like this for decades.

"God, please protect Horus. My second brother is too fierce. He's like a monster in human skin."

The sound of prayers filled the room, and Luo Jia, holding the imperial statue, shone with golden light, proclaiming the miracle called faith.

But no one knows where this miracle came from; only God knows.

………………

Horus left, heading to the front lines of the Great Expedition with his Shadowmoon Wolf, after Mordred repeatedly assured him that he would not mistreat Luo Jia.

However, before leaving, Horus secretly sent a message to the Emperor in celestial language, informing him of the return of the old man, Luo Jia.

As for why Horus, a brother who dotes on his sister, would agree to let Mordred teach Luo Jia, it's simply because Atlas offered so much.

Mordred directly promised to allocate a Dalian specifically for transporting supplies to Shadowmoon Wolves, and to deliver two clusters at cost price, totaling 400 tactical dreadnoughts, countless supplies of various sizes, and a series of reciprocal measures.

The reason for this is that the Ministry of Military Affairs is incompetent; they lost more supplies than were delivered, especially on the front lines of the Great Expedition, which are far from the core of the Empire.

With a large number of Primarchs returning to the Legion, Shadowmoon Wolves' most effective tactic of overwhelming others with their power has been rendered useless, forcing them to transform their strategy. However, they are unwilling to risk their lives to fill the gaps due to ammunition shortages.

They also wanted to have an endless supply of ammunition, just like the legions supported by Atlas, and to be able to unleash heavy firepower directly. They also wanted to have a cup of hot tea from their hometown during lulls in the fighting, after all, it was a tradition of Krona.

While Luo Jia was still praying to the gods, she was unaware that Horus had already sold her out, and that the Empire's fastest legendary ship, the Exemplar of Abomination, had already arrived in Colkith.

"Luojia, come out quickly, your second brother is going to give you special training."

Looking at Mordred, whose face was obscured by the sunlight, revealing only a gaping maw surrounded by writhing shadows, Luo Jia subconsciously swallowed.

"Second brother, can I not go?"

"What do you say?"

As an immense force struck, Luo Jia suddenly witnessed a shocking scene: her elder brother had four arms, and in the shadows, a dim-witted demon holding a syringe sneered at her.

"Horus, sixteenth brother, save me, save me!"

"Scream? Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you. I've had enough of these formalities. A brat like you needs to be properly disciplined."

"You like self-torture, don't you? Fine, then I'll grant your wish. You'd better live life to the fullest! Morgan, what are you waiting for!"

With a soft "plop," the sharp needle, crafted from fine gold, pierced the skin, injecting the anesthetic, a specialty of Anglo-Kelia, into the bloodstream, thus inducing PTSD.

Three seconds later, looking at Luo Jia, who was slumped on the ground and fast asleep, the unscrupulous master and servant exchanged a glance and couldn't help but nod in agreement:

"No wonder it's a specialty of Nustar. I suspect the Emperor doesn't dare go to Nukelia because he's afraid of being drugged by the High Lord and captured to be a star slave!"

(End of this chapter)