Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 188 Receiving Rewards at the Training Ground, Without Wearing Armor.

Is that you in the photo?

"It was me. I was very thin back then."

"Bullshit, don't play dumb with me, this isn't you at all."

“I said it wasn’t me! But the boss told me to say that, and said he’d get me a Terra account later.”

When Arik saw Mordred suddenly appear, he knew he had been exposed, but he still wanted to try and salvage the situation. Besides, he wasn't lying; the person in the photo really wasn't him.

"Second brother, I think he's just being stubborn and will only get what he deserves. Let me give him a proper welcome."

"No need!" Mordred pressed down on Koz. Since there was nothing else to do, he might as well play along with him.

“You say the person in this photo isn’t you, and that the boss told you to say that. Well, you’re not lying to me. That bastard Seven is greedy for small gains, but none of that matters.”

"Playing dumb is fine, but pretending to be smart is impossible. Didn't you say you were going to kill 200 chickens? Now go and make me two bowls of Terra specialty, authentic Tranquil Beef Noodles, and add scallions, 200 pieces of scallions, not one less."

"You said you came from Ningjing, so you must be able to make beef noodles."

"Second Brother, I don't eat scallions!"

"Shut up, Koz, you like scallions, but if you keep talking, don't blame your second brother for making you eat scallions every day."

Mordred wasn't without ways to verify his identity. Thunder Warriors aren't shapeshifters; they don't even need genetic testing. With Mordred's sharp, X-ray-like eyes, he could tell at a glance that this guy wasn't Oglin.

He even said he was going to kill 200 chickens, you bastard! Mordred could only get Oglin to count to 100 even with all his might, and Oglin from other worlds couldn't do that. How could you count to 200 all by yourself?

If you were truly a purebred Oglin who could count from one to 200, I'd seriously suspect that Little Ma might have done something wicked.

Surrounded by people, Alik had no choice but to obediently go up to the stove and tear out two bowls of beef noodles in front of everyone. He even pretended to count the scallions one by one, and he counted them twice.

"Seven Beef Noodles, 200g scallions! Full weight."

When the two steaming bowls of beef noodles were placed on the table, Coz picked up the bowl and started eating, which made Mordred laugh in exasperation.

"Kid, Tranquility's specialty isn't noodles at all. You can only find Tranquility's so-called specialty in Terra. And most importantly, Tranquility only produces chickens. I don't eat beef!"

"As for scallions, do you really think I'm stupid? If any of Atlas's Oglins could count from one to 200 and be as eloquent as you, I would have started a rebellion long ago."

As if he had heard something terrible, Koz, startled, quickly turned his head, only to be slapped again by Mordred, who also pushed his plate of noodles covered in scallions towards him.

"Don't pretend with me. I'm not here to settle scores. Everyone knows I, Mordred, am refined and easygoing. Since you've all survived this long, then you're all innocent."

Tell me about the Thunder Warriors' past; I want to know the truth that the weasel has been hiding.

"I don't understand, I'm just an Oglin." Seeing that this guy was still pretending, Mordley felt that this was no ordinary arrogance and he had to deliver a heavy blow:
"Judging from your condition, it must be organ failure caused by an overly rapid metabolism! I can treat you personally, and I'll provide you with plenty of food and lodging, your salary will be paid in full, you'll work five days a week and have two days off, I'll provide you with public transportation, five social insurances and one housing fund, and Terran residency..." Arik, suddenly bewildered by his father's abusive behavior, grasped Mordred's hand with a speed that even a Space Marine couldn't see: "Your Highness, I've actually been an Atlas for a long time!"

"Hehe, I still prefer your previous unruly self."

At this point, what's the point of being arrogant? Arik isn't Dorn. When he heard about working five days on and two days off, he couldn't take it anymore. It's not that he lacked willpower; it's just that the other side was giving him too much.

Soon, through Arik's narration, the history that the emperor had deliberately concealed came to light:
"So you're saying that you suddenly rebelled because your bodies were so unstable that you couldn't distinguish reality anymore?"

Koz asked the question he most wanted to know, after all, he often watched adult films. It was only because Mordred sent him to be raised by Mrs. Yodton early on that Koz would have become a madman like the Thunder Warrior sooner or later.

Now that he's seen someone who's come through madness, Koz is definitely interested.

"That's right. With the end of the Terra unification war, the Legion has reached an extremely dangerous point. More and more people are going mad. We all knew what our fate would be, but we never thought it would be so fast. So fast that many people can't accept it."

His Majesty actually wanted to grant us a glorious death, but alas, the Thunder Warriors were beyond saving at that time.

Can you imagine strangling an enemy, only to find out in the blink of an eye that the dead person was our best friend? Apart from a very few people, the rest simply cannot distinguish reality from fiction.

And within that illusion, countless demons and monsters whisper in your ear, something that no human will can resist. They will always find a way to toy with you and everything you possess.

Arik's voice trembled involuntarily, and a pale frost spread across the ground, but it was ultimately brought back by Mordred's powerful, fel-infused blow.

The Thunder Warrior, who had suddenly ingested a large amount of fel energy, gagged. All sorts of strange thoughts suddenly flooded his mind. Although he felt disgusted, he could still accept it.

"You should have sensed it too. I wasn't originally a psionicist. It all stems from the monster I killed, and the voice that whispered in my ear."

"But others weren't so lucky. I witnessed Candaville lose himself, transforming from a valiant warrior who believed in the truth of the Empire into a madman who used witchcraft to wreak havoc."

"And then what?" Sevita asked as she was picking scallions from Koz's scallions.

"There was no more. In any case, our legion is finished. The last order we received was to assemble the legion—to receive rewards at the drill ground without armor!"

At this point, Arik chuckled at his own words. The Emperor was indeed ruthless, refusing to even see them in the end, and instead sending only the Custodians and the Space Marines who would replace them.

There was no so-called glorious death, no explanation whatsoever, not even a single word, as if they were deliberately avoiding them.

Even though Emperor Macado knew that some Thunder Warriors had survived, he still ignored them and acted as if they didn't exist.

Mordred could confirm that this statement was true; that's just how weasels are—they don't act like human beings when they should, which is very much in line with their style, and they're also full of nonsensical whims.

"But Old Man Huang, Wang, who doesn't understand people's hearts, will not have a good end."

　There's one more tonight.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)