Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 182: Word Bearer

The Empire always preferred to refer to outer space as the Void, just as Earth was called Holy Terra. Over the years, Mordred had grown accustomed to it.

But only now has Mordred confirmed a problem he had been ignoring.

This world is a giant imperial fanatic. No matter who it is, whether human or ghost, as long as the big golden guy shows off his shiny hook, everyone will be attracted to him.

The four peddlers were like this, the original gene was like this, and even ordinary humans who had never seen a weasel would be instantly conquered by his charm and become sunspots who could only shout out their gratitude.

You said you're not a god, and everyone should be human, but you still go around showing off, acting like you're something special, huh?

Thanks to her secondary development, Mordred has mastered the art of flight. Unfortunately, she ended up floating in the void like Kars, just like before. A burst of sparks and lightning followed her as she flew back to Korkis.

Then he saw the blood pressure scene that led him to this idea.

The Colchis people, who had been pulled into the factory by Atlas, did nothing but gather under the high platform and shout "Long live the Emperor!"

Meanwhile, Luo Jia, standing on the high platform, waved flags and shouted, summoning one missing limb after another to come forward, preparing to have him undergo the Emperor's baptism and be reborn. All that was missing was the power of five fish and two cakes.

Mordred wasn't a conservative old-fashioned type. Since psionic energy was so useful, he certainly wouldn't mind. In fact, some Space Marines who were once psionicists in Atlas only became stronger after embracing fel energy.

What truly annoyed him was the Emperor's unconventional approach, much like a certain president who liked to perform dodging bullets, which directly disrupted Atlas's plans to modify Colchis.

The Colkis have already suffered from a lack of culture and are prone to feudal superstitions. With your actions, you still expect them to believe in the truth of the Empire? Don't you even know if they understand the scientific principles of psychic reshaping of the body?

Knowledge cannot determine a person's character, but it can certainly broaden one's horizons. Mordred was unwilling to say anything more.

Even so, Mordred instructed his sons to maintain order and urge the workers to get back to work. As expected, only a very small number of them were willing to return to work.

In the past, Mordred had only one way to deal with such opportunists who only wanted to reap without sowing: to completely neutralize them. After all, Atlas never kept idle people around.

But Colkith wasn't the Tranquil 50 world after all, and Mordred couldn't be bothered with it anymore. Anyway, the Word Bearer had already arrived, and this place had nothing to do with him anymore.

As time passed, the emperor, who had been busy for three whole days, was covered in sweat. He found a secluded spot and plopped down on the ground. But before he could even find a drink to moisten his throat, he saw a head suddenly pop out next to his thigh:
"Hey, isn't this Old Huang? What happened? He's gotten so sick in just three days. And who was it that kept shouting 'I'm not a god, I'm not a god!' He's grinning like an idiot."

These words were so sarcastic that even the emperor felt a pang of shame: "I only solved a minor problem; it doesn't mean anything."

"Yes, this doesn't mean anything, but Old Man Huang, do you really want to be an omnipotent savior?"
"If one day you, this so-called savior, are beaten into a paraplegic, unable to speak or move, and can only stand there as a toilet decoration, what will become of the empire?"

The Emperor had no way to refute it. Whether it was unifying Terra, the Webway Project, or even the Great Crusade, the goal was the same: to keep humanity rotting within the country.

As for the future path of the empire, the emperor never thought about it, and even the empire itself was a hasty decision made by him and Macardo.

Fortunately, the current emperor possessed some humanity and wasn't the cold, unfeeling sun of the future. Knowing that his answer would surely lead to an argument, he resorted to his old tricks:
"As long as the Great Expedition succeeds, everything will be alright."

And don't I still have you? With our father and son working together, we'll surely make humanity great again. You promised me you'd work with me to rebuild the empire!

Mordred couldn't stand the Emperor's pitiful look, which made her feel like she owed him something.

Seeing the crowd cheering in the distance for the restoration of her limbs, Mordred finally softened: "I really can't do anything with you. This is the last time. If you keep doing this, and you really get Alzheimer's one day, I won't care about you." The Emperor remained silent, but secretly chuckled to himself, thinking, "You little Mordred, you can't escape my grasp after all. You'll be working for me for the rest of your life."

"By the way, Makado isn't here, so go and write me a speech. You don't want Luo Jia's return ceremony to be so rushed, do you? She's your own sister!"

"Fine, I'll write it. You good-for-nothing, you've lived so long, you've really wasted your life. No wonder Erda doesn't want a piece of trash like you. Just you wait."

Soon, riding on the wave of the previous miracle of turning people into living beings, the return ceremony of Luojia was also held in a grand manner, and the 17th Legion, which had been renamed Huaiyanzhe, lined up and assembled.

Unlike the idiotic and dull soldiers of later generations, the human empires during the Great Expedition were ambitious and far less cruel and dark than scholars had imagined.

Imperial truth prevails, and with the advance of the Great Crusade, all sorts of technologies are discovered and quickly put into practical use. Just as the Emperor said, now is the best time for humanity to revive.

While Space Marines are killing machines, they also have their own thoughts, and they will complain and even slack off.

The Emperor's speech was undeniably brilliant, but even that can become tiresome after a while, especially one that lasted a full five hours straight. It's only because the Space Marines are cyborgs that they couldn't keep up.

Some of the Word Bearers veterans noticed that Atlas was snoring loudly beside them, and even His Highness Mordred was asleep standing up. For some reason, they also felt drowsy.

Two hours later, the emperor finally finished speaking and looked down to see that the audience was full of people with their heads down and dozing off. He was very embarrassed and stomped his foot on the floor.

"Are you finished? Okay, let's give a round of applause!"

With Mordred, who was already half asleep, leading the way, enthusiastic applause erupted instantly, and people shouted "Long live the Empire!" But the Emperor couldn't feel happy at all.

The ceremony moved to the next stage. Accompanied by pink petals falling from the sky, Luo Jia, who had been waiting for seven hours, walked step by step onto the stage in heavy silver armor, ready to receive the emperor's blessing.

The Emperor then took the speech manuscript handed to him by Mordred behind him:

"My child, the moment you returned to the Legion, the entire Empire was..."

The emperor suddenly felt something was amiss. He couldn't remember where he'd heard that line before, but he remembered that whoever recited it would be stabbed to death. However, the die was cast, and he had no choice but to continue reading.

"The entire empire sings your name, Loka Aurelion!"

"I proudly watch you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice."

"And today, your return will bring new hope to the Empire, and I also believe that you will fight for humanity for the rest of your life under the guidance of reason and technology."

"Hey ha, may the human empire prosper forever!"

"Waaaagh!!!"

Waaaagh, for the Empire of Man!
After a burst of cheers and jubilation, Mordred felt it was time for him to make his appearance. Before he could even step forward to announce his arrival, Luo Jia preemptively grabbed the microphone:
"Okay, now it's my turn to say a few words."

(End of this chapter)