Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 184 The Imperial Princesses Who Dislike Each Other
Kalia cried uncontrollably, even daring to beat Mordred, the wicked man, crying out that her mother was not dead, that she had simply returned to God's embrace, and that she would surely come back.

Seeing that he was unmoved and even had the leisure to explain the composition of human body to the little girl, and that the box contained her mother Mordred, Luo Jia would rather Kalia had hit her instead.

Luo Jia, who could have been eloquent and charismatic, and who could have won over countless people with her doctrines alone, remained silent. No amount of eloquence could deny the fact that she had caused all of this and had brought no so-called hope.

Seeing himself, a sinner, standing there while Mordred, who brought food to the Colchis, was being insulted, was more painful for Luo Jia than the Titan Training Method.

Years of malnutrition had left Cartier very thin, and even after eating a full meal for several days, she was unable to cause Mordred the slightest harm.

In the end, Mordred left the heartbroken shack, leaving behind only a child clinging to his mother, stunned and speechless. The scattered candies remained, but the smiling dog heads on them could never erase the child's pain.

Luo Jia didn't know how she escaped from there; she simply followed Mordred step by step, not even daring to leave her footprints on the sand.

"Are you feeling bad?"

"Second brother, I..."

Mordred patted Luo Jia on the head and handed him a white dog-shaped milk candy with a silly grinning dog's head printed on it.

“I don’t want to talk about what happened before, and I don’t even want to ask about your admiration for Old Man Huang, but now that you’ve returned to the legion, you have an obligation to ensure that they no longer suffer from hunger.”

Kalia is just a microcosm of the Empire's people. Death itself isn't frightening; what's frightening is dying without knowing why. I hope you'll treat them better, at least let them live like human beings.

Are you trying to say that faith can help them heal their wounds?

Luo Jia nodded. That was indeed what she thought. She had been nothing more than a tool, obeying whatever those two beasts said, without having any thoughts of her own.

This is why Luo Jia is so powerful; she hopes for a deity to lead everything, never imagining that she already possesses the power to change things.

Primarchs all have the opportunity to become lesser gods, but they possess power without conviction, and are essentially problem children, even terrifyingly naive.

“But second brother, I’m afraid I’ll mess everything up. From childhood to adulthood, my father has never praised me once, and even Irebas thinks I’m just a fool with strength but no substance.”

Seeing Luo Jia lost in confusion, Mordred cursed those two beasts in his mind again, then patted the other's shoulder to comfort him, saying, "I won't allow you to talk about yourself like that."

The former tranquility was not as good as that of Colchis. At least you still had the Legion, and the Word Bearers were numerous enough to help you transform Colchis into a true paradise.

As for Colfalen and Eribas, they're both idiots. They treat you like a dog. You need to believe in yourself and have your own opinions. After all, you are the princess of the empire.

Even if you make a mistake, it doesn't matter. With your second brother around, are you afraid you'll squander the family fortune? Your second brother may not have much else, but he's certainly got a lot of money. And if someone disobeys, that's even easier—just let them worry about it in their next life.”

"Then please don't leave, Second Brother. I can make the entire legion obey your command."

Upon hearing this, Mordred clearly hesitated, but quickly unleashed a powerful shout:

"You son of a bitch, I've been talking for so long and you haven't listened to a word! Every one of us brothers is a restless soul, unlike you with your spineless personality..."

"Sigh! Never mind, I knew you would do this. But luckily, Old Huang and I found you a suitable partner. Your personalities complement each other perfectly, and Peipei was personally trained by me."

"Petulabo? You mean that short, stout guy with a thick waist and a big butt?"

"it's me!"

The sudden sound startled Luo Jia. At first glance, Luo Jia felt that this person was not someone to be trifled with.

The person who arrived was none other than Perturabo, who had been summoned by the Emperor's decree. Compared to the arrogant little brat he used to be, Perturabo was much more composed now and would not waste his offspring's 11 draws for no reason.

Seeing this sister who suddenly appeared, Luo Jia suddenly felt a sense of crisis for some reason. But what was even more embarrassing was that she had been overheard talking badly about someone behind their back. "So you're Luo Jia, huh? Tch, Second Brother, you're getting more and more boring. If you had just given me the supplies that were supposed to aid Korkis, I could have expanded my army by another camp. What are you looking at? You skinny little good-for-nothing!"

Seeing that the two were about to start fighting, Morey quickly spoke up to stop them:
"Shut up. If you two were even slightly normal, I wouldn't have used the Titan Training Technique. Anyway, after discussing it with Old Man Huang, Luo Jia, you'll be spending the next five years with Peturabo."

As for Peturabo, the infrastructure work around Korkis still needs the Iron Warriors. You suffered heavy losses in the recent battle with the Hruds, so this is a good opportunity for you to rest and recuperate.

"Let me be with her? I protest!"

"I protest too!"

"Protest denied. If you keep arguing, I'll beat you both up." Seeing Luo Jia suddenly speak up in rebuttal, Mordred increasingly felt that bringing Petrabo was a good idea. Twisted people are the natural counter to charlatans.

The only thing Mordred couldn't understand was why Luo Jia was so excited when he heard that he was going to hit someone.

In fact, sending Peturabo was a decision that the Emperor and Mordred had carefully considered.

When it comes to troop deployment and commanding legions, the fourth brother is arguably one of the strongest among the Primarchs. Like Felus, who has always been relegated to the background, he is a renowned micro-management master. If Luo Jia could learn even a fraction of this, he would take off immediately.

"Alright, that's how it is. You two can enjoy your time together. I'm off, Second Brother."

Mordred was a true man of action; she was quick to act and in less than three minutes, all the Atlas had assembled, bringing with them spices, dates, and local specialties she had traded with her fellow countrymen, and they were off to start their business.

But just as Master Mo stepped into the Stormbird, Luo Jia rushed forward and grabbed Morey's leg:

"Second brother, you can't leave! This woman looks like a vicious shrew. I'll be abused by her."

"What do you mean by 'poisonous woman'? You two are sisters, how could Pepe harm you? Don't worry, Atlas's aid won't stop. With Peturabo's help, Korkis will be the next Macurag."

Keep it up, you're the best!

With the intense roar of the plasma engine, Mordred fled at lightning speed, leaving Luo Jia, who was paralyzed on the ground, heartbroken.

He muttered something like, "You're lying, you killed Colfaren and Eribus, I know all that, but why did you leave me?"—things that were incomprehensible to him.

But Luo Jia soon had nothing to be sad about, because the short, wicked woman Peturabo, whom she had described as having a big waist and a thick bottom, arrived and grabbed her by the neck from behind:

“My dear sister, as the saying goes, the eldest sister is like a mother. It’s time for you to know what filial piety is.”

"Ha! You? Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're fat. I happen to be in a bad mood right now, so I'll use you to have some fun."

…………

Mordred, who was performing the Divine Division, collapsed onto his leather sofa again. This trip to Colkis had exhausted him. As for what kind of person Luo Jia would become in the future, who cares? He had already done all he could.

"I really want to lie down and roll around on the green grassland, kids, let's go home!"

But Mordred's little wish ultimately failed, simply because a message in interstellar language from Holy Terra was placed before him, sent jointly by the Terran Council:

"What do you mean by 'the debt of gratitude to the War Commander can never be repaid, Your Highness? We will love you forever!' We hope I can return to Holy Terra as the interim War Commander soon. We miss the happy days when we would be beheaded if we didn't do a good job."

"No way, are they out of their minds?"

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