Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 175 This is a trial

Luo Jia felt like she was having a dream.

In my dream, I was fixed in a cultivation chamber, where a large monster led a group of smaller monsters that kept chattering away, and they even cut something off my body.

Just as she was trying to figure out what was going on, she drifted off to sleep again.

Looking at Luo Jia, who had fallen into a coma again in the incubation chamber, Morgan showed no pity and took out another tube of anesthetic and shoved it in. It was only because the Gene Primarch had a strong self-healing ability that Luo Jia's neck was covered with dense needle marks.

"Father, isn't this a bit inappropriate, right, Third Brother?"

"What's wrong with that? Two sixes, beat them. Morgan, come here quickly, it's your turn to play."

"Here they come, here they come." Morgan, holding cards, has become increasingly human-like lately and, with Mordred's approval, has begun making contact with the Legion. Perhaps inheriting some of Mordred's traits, he is extremely bad at games, but his card-playing skills are top-notch.

Due to its close ties with the subspace, Atlas has a well-developed entertainment system, serving both to cultivate one's mind and to avoid being contaminated by subspace radiation.

Don't be fooled by how powerful the demons under the Four Gods are, claiming they can tear planets apart with a single thought. But that's in the subspace; in the physical universe, they'd be utterly thrashed.

Otherwise, why would the four peddlers go to such lengths to pursue the Primarch? It's because the Primarch has dual residency in both the physical universe and the warp. The Great Magus isn't strong in the physical universe; a single macro cannon shot would still kill and banish him.

Human travel is inseparable from the warp. Even if the Abomination is large enough, like a steel city, it could be poached if it discovers heretics or makes any oversight.

The empire, driven by extreme chauvinism, chose exploitation and brainwashing. As long as every bit of the crew's strength was squeezed out, they had no time to think outside the box. Coupled with repeated brainwashing based on imperial truths, loyalty was all that mattered, regardless of how the crew fared.

As to why Atlas's crew had a low mutation rate, this has always been an important research topic for tech enthusiasts, who even suspect that Mordred may have conducted some kind of blasphemous genetic modification experiment.

But in reality, there were no blasphemous experiments at all. At most, fel infection was one of them. The most important thing was that Atlas treated people as human beings.

Atlas soldiers, who possess vast resources, enjoy extremely high benefits. Even though their salaries are similar, their welfare benefits are excellent.

Once you join Atlas, the legion will support you for life. Even if you die in battle, your descendants will live and work alongside the nation. Hospitalization and medical care will be free, and you will receive housing, land, and bonus points on exams.

On the battlefield, the T-series individual powered exoskeletons issued to all personnel can greatly enhance the combat power of the mortal support army, allowing wearers to jump higher, run faster, and save their lives as much as possible, directly comparable to the Storm Loyalists Army.

Atlas invested all the wealth he had accumulated over the years into infrastructure development, which led to an improvement in the living standards of the people and a better quality of soldiers.

Mordred disdains the exploitation of the common people, and even more so the so-called culture of suffering in the Empire; he profits from whoever has money.

With ample food and drink, full pay and generous rewards, and a clear path to promotion written in black and white, becoming a rising aristocrat is not a problem as long as you are willing to work hard.

The young Atlas soldiers were eager to make a name for themselves. What demons and aliens? I'd rather borrow your heads and use them to forge my legendary path.

It's no wonder that rumors are circulating throughout the Warp that Mordred is Khorne's bastard son. Her obsessive fascination with heads, and her constant attempts to build skulls, are making even the Kobolds want to tear up the flag.

This combination of moves—joining the Legion to protect the Super Peace, becoming Atlas, becoming a Spartan warrior, becoming a cool and powerful Space Marine—is the dream of every child in the 50s.

"So, if we don't take drastic measures against someone like Luo Jia, who's so crazy that even Rambo would shake his head, there's bound to be problems later."

Rambo, feeling offended, had nothing to say. After all, this was his boss, so he immediately ordered everyone to lay landmines.

If you widen the perspective, you can see Luo Jia's hometown, Korkis, but this is not Korkis, but her satellite, Korros.

That's right, humans used to name their satellites so casually. Colkis had four satellites: Colkis Gray, Colkis Black, Colkis White, and Mordred's favorite, Colkis Meat, which made him thirsty.

As an arms dealer, Atlas had its own Titan Corporation, including two War Titans, six Dire Wolves, and Tactical Dreadnoughts capable of brief gliding, all of which were airdropped onto the surface of Korros. To make the special training more effective, Mordred brainstormed ideas and, at the suggestion of his offspring, laid down mines, sentry guns, Mushrooms, and a series of other Atlas weapons, and even airlifted a Katachon Demon over.

If it weren't for the fact that the self-destructing toads are untamed and would self-destruct upon seeing people, Atlas and his gang, who love to watch the drama unfold, would definitely have taken down two of them.

For a whole week, the Atlas canneries did nothing but set traps on the ruined satellite and discuss how to make the esteemed Primarch of the Empire "more comfortable".

In other legions, they certainly wouldn't do something so despicable as to harm Primarchs, but Atlas has a history of such actions. They even dared to use their own Primarchs to bombard them with light spears, so it's already quite generous of them not to put the Loka into orbit for bombardment.

With the incubation tanks containing Lojia fully loaded, all the Atlas retreated to their designated positions, turned on their Pip-Boy screens, and began watching the Primarch battle royale.

………………

Cold, shaking.

Luo Jia opened her eyes and knelt on the ground. The flickering lights and the dark, oppressive space made her realize that she might no longer be in Korkis.

Then she saw various weapons neatly arranged next to her, and a television screen displaying Mordred.

"You're awake."

"Second brother, why..."

"Shh." Without giving Luo Jia a chance to ask, Mordred said expressionlessly:

"Sometimes I feel quite helpless. My father is a gambler, my mother ran away, my brother went on a distant expedition, and our family is broken. As your good second brother, I have to work hard for your future."

"Luojia, don't you like to pray? Your second brother believes you. But I think whipping you is too impure. I have a better gift for you."

Luo Jia thought Mordred might have gone mad and missed the days when Horus was around; at least Mordred wouldn't have laughed so frighteningly back then.

Do you think I'm crazy?

"No, why would I think that? Second brother, why don't you let me go? I'll never pray again. I believe in the truth of the Empire..."

"lie!!"

A loud shout interrupted Luo Jia's story and started the countdown on the screen. Mordred didn't believe any of this two-faced die-hard. He knew to dodge a punch when it was about to hit him in the face. Where was he before?

"Is your faith so fragile? Luojia, this is a trial. One month. If you can persevere for one month, you will be reborn."

I really dislike potential threats, so you absolutely must survive!
Otherwise, I'll replace you with another Luojia; she still has hair, you know.

Stepping aside, a massive incubation chamber came into view. Through the screen, Luo Jia could see that the tall, silver-haired humanoid figure looked exactly like himself.

"See? You have thirty seconds to prepare. You absolutely must survive, or you'll be sent back to the furnace for rework."

"Remember, this is a trial. Have fun, my dear sister."

　I'm going on a business trip tomorrow. My original contact person was taken away by the local militia to fight off street vendors. I heard the news this afternoon and I was completely stunned...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)