Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 179 A Spark
"Fel Star - Mardun".

Although it is called a planet, Mardon is more like a battle moon burning with fel energy, its high concentration of fel pollution making it greedily crave everything around it.

And that is indeed the case. As a remnant of the first Battle of Randan, Marton is the battle moon that Atlas reversed space from the physical world and dragged into the warp.

As a genuine celestial weapon, Mordred would certainly not waste such a good thing. Even if it was made by aliens, the use of alien technology is not a secret in Atlas. Its level of secrecy is not even as high as that book "The Magic of Making Oglin Count to 100".

By analyzing alien technology, Atlas ultimately created the Divine Seal Terminal, a groundbreaking invention. It can be said that without this battle moon, the Empire's future would have been nothing more than a chaotic mess.

Driven by primal, genetic desires, this battle moon was reforged, and a colossal fel furnace, comparable to a hive city, rose from the ground, becoming a vital stronghold for Atlas in the warp.

After Mordred and Varian signed a secret agreement, Mardum became the Burning Legion's training base, serving as a planetary fortress and other functions.

Adhering to the principle of never wasting a single piece of trash, and authorized by a cursed individual who wishes to remain anonymous, Marton became the most important black market in the veil gap.

Don't ask why the seemingly aloof, golden-haired giant acts this way behind the scenes. In reality, the Emperor is more pragmatic than anyone else; he is the biggest heretic who has blasphemed the Empire's truth.

Since humanity ventured into the void, countless cargo ships have been lost in the waves of the Sea of ​​Souls, and these supplies have been tossed about by the tides, drifting to every corner of the galaxy.

As warp entities formed from extreme emotions, demons will never betray their desires; even chaotic gods must abide by this fundamental principle.

With the rampant piracy of Vashtor, and adhering to the tradition of using whatever works to the extreme, the demons also enjoyed a wave of divine seal benefits.

Because of the existence of the veil of reality, it is extremely difficult for demons to enter the physical world and run wild. Even if they are lucky enough to get in, they will be reduced to a stupid dog, and if they are not careful, all their efforts will be wasted and they will have to wait for the resurrection bar to be filled.

However, the emergence of Shenyin Network broke this deadlock. If we're talking about where the most hostile atmosphere is, then the online world is definitely one of the top places.

When Mordred was building the Divine Seal Terminal, what he feared most was not the Emperor's disapproval, but the sudden Chaos Explosion.

Although this world is a cesspool, the problems that plague humanity ultimately boil down to two aspects: communication and navigation. Unfortunately, both of these crucial factors require traversing subspace.

Even knowing that the warp is a cesspool, there's nothing they can do; warp travel is just that fast, and some races can't even get their hands on the shit they want.

Take the blue-skinned Titans that will appear in the future, for example. Without the support of warp travel, their expansion speed is extremely slow, which is outrageously slow compared to the Great Crusade.

Before the battle report even reached our home base, the Imperial warships arrived after we encountered the warships. This is the characteristic of warp space that transcends space and time; it's just that useful.

So when the Divine Seal Network, a method that can reliably communicate across time and space, was born, Mordred was gambling that the Divine Seal Network would be favored by the four peddlers.

Once everyone has tasted the benefits of the Divine Seal Network, driven by desire, everyone will protect this little gadget that can bring them novel experiences.

As it turned out, Mordred had clearly made the right bet, but what he didn't know was that the effect might have been too successful, to the point that it spawned a lot of monsters and monstrosities.

Driven by a desire to show off and for this huge pie, the subspace entities born from desire couldn't control themselves and started spending money like crazy, with the Fear Family Army being the most extravagant among them.

In order to win a smile from a beautiful woman and to demonstrate their own power, various derelict spaceships were captured by demons, then pushed around Mardon and sold off, ultimately becoming capital for the evil god to show off.

These supplies, after undergoing Atlas's exorcism ritual, will eventually be processed by the Emperor through secret channels and then used in the construction of the Internet, which can be seen as another form of indirect loyalty.

The emperor rejoiced, the evil god laughed, Atlas profited, and even ordinary demons could boast in the Divine Seal Network; everyone seemed to have a bright future. But who was paying the price for this bright future? The answer is those unfortunate demons sent to do the hard labor.

On the bronze throne, the kobold, having witnessed such a spectacular scene, smiled smugly. As the number one ranked player, he also believed that he had participated in this duel.

Atlas's virtual currency is quite valuable, but the Death Strike Missile is expensive; to exchange it, you must trade it for equivalent resources.

In other words, Khorne simply pulled a little string and took away half of Atlas's warlord titans. It seemed like a loss, but in reality, Khorne thought he had gained. This is what is known as the art of winning!
Due to the abuse of fel energy, Atlas has been pickled and is completely immune to warp corruption, but the overflowing soul fluctuations of his can still excite the kobolds.

This kind of emotional power, which is not mixed with any purpose and is purely excited and fanatical for the sake of battle, is comparable to an ice-cold cola in summer. In the sea of ​​souls, it is a top-quality product with extremely high purity. One sip can make a demon feel like he is floating on air.

Moreover, it wasn't just Khorne; every single one of the four peddlers was eyeing Atlas, like dogs crouching at the four corners of a dining table, trying to get their share of its bounty.

The thought that even that eternally unchanging green fat guy was starting to exert his strength made the kobold feel a sense of crisis. He subconsciously gripped the BB boy decorated with skulls in his hand, and his dog brain began to think at lightning speed. He had to make changes, continue to increase the intensity, and send demons to infiltrate Mardon.

But what the kobolds didn't know was that Atlas brought about more than just that.

Many demons have noticed that their gods have changed. They, who were once the gods' favorites, have gradually fallen out of favor. The gods' attention has been focused on the humans. No matter how hard they try, they are no match for even a hair of the Primarchs.

This inevitably reminded the bloodthirsty demons of the illegitimate son of the Blood God, his arrogant and domineering figure appearing in their minds, especially his questioning of the gods, which began to spread like a deadly poison.

But all of this was irrelevant to Mordred, who was now inspecting the construction site Atlas had set up in Colchis with the fully recovered Loka.

As a Primarch, Mordred was no longer a Warmaster, but he still had everything a Primarch should have, and Colkith also enjoyed Atlas's assistance.

Seeing the various buildings springing up like mushrooms after rain, Luo Jia, a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, was quite shocked. But after that duel, Luo Jia became much more docile.

He began to diligently follow Mordred's lead and learn from her, and he never again exhibited the self-destructive behavior of whipping himself for no reason.

This made Mordred sigh, "Sure enough, you have to use drastic measures when dealing with unlucky kids. Every single one of the Primarchs is a problem child. You can't reason with them at all. You just have to give them a good beating."

Luo Jia's transformation proved this point, and her rapid progress earned her unanimous praise from all Atlas, as if she had become a completely different person.

The only thing that Mordred was slightly annoyed was that Luo Jia was a little too clingy, but then she thought it wasn't a big deal. After all, they were siblings, and it was normal for them to be close. Koz had even hugged her before.

"Second brother, what are you muttering about?"

"It's nothing. I was just thinking that if all the brothers were like you, at least they would know how to change. You have no idea how much of a jerk our brothers are, they're all like lunatics."

Luo Jia smiled after being praised, wearing the exquisite long dress left behind by Fogrim. Mordred was more and more satisfied with the look. This was the true unfolding of the imperial princess. Her previous masochistic and perverted appearance was just too abstract.

But Mordred's smile soon faded, for the Imperial Dream arrived in Colchis.

Emperor: My children, I have come!

(End of this chapter)