Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 189 That's right, it's you, Short-Man Grandpa
Inside the Abomination, lying on the operating table, Arik looked at Mordred with a fawning expression, his eyes filled with longing, which made Mordred's anus tighten.

"Your Highness, is the surgery ready?"

"Okay, but let me tell you in advance that we at Atlas use gene modification therapy. You wouldn't understand if I explained it to you, but in short, your organs have completely failed and you have to be rebuilt."

Furthermore, to prevent further deterioration, I will implant a Space Marine gene gland into you. As long as the circulation is connected, it can gradually replace the diseased tissue in your body, making you a hybrid of a Thunder Warrior and a Space Marine.

Through previous testing, Mordred finally understood why the Thunder Warriors were uncontrollable: the Emperor had rushed their production and lacked advanced technology, essentially using them as cannon fodder.

From the perspective of a scientific researcher, it was precisely because of the Thunder Warriors' experiment that the Custodian Army and the more controllable Space Marines were born.

For the Empire, a good unit doesn't need to be perfect, since pursuing perfection means high costs.

Take the Space Marines, for example. They are a systematically enhanced army of soldiers, linked to the Primarch as the master controller through a genetic seed.

This method ensures rapid formation of troops, avoids the flaws of the Thunder Warriors, and, over time, the Space Marines will become more and more like their Primarchs.

Mordred had reason to suspect that this ant-swarm-like structure was copied by the Weasels from the Four Little Vendors and the Great Demons. In other words, if the Primarchs were essentially warp fragments, then weren't the Space Marines just Primarchs and Great Demons?

Lost in thought and checking the final preparations, Morey finally spoke up before injecting the anesthetic into Arik's body:
"Now I'm giving you a choice. I have all kinds of gene glands here. Don't overthink it or ask any questions. Just tell me which legion's traits you want."

The holographic image behind me lit up, showing the average stats and various characteristics of the 16 Legion Space Marines. As for why this data was so detailed?
Anyone who dares to ask will be put on trial that very night by a group of Atlas, so that you will know that the Second Legion has no secrets.

Arik, who has survived to this day, must be a shrewd person. He didn't make a random choice on his own; instead, he consulted Mordred's opinion.
"Logically, I should recommend that you use Atlas's gene glands, since previous tests have already proven that you are highly compatible with our seeds."

However, I'd recommend you become a lemon boy; Dorn's gene fragments can better improve your mental state. Or you could become a salamander; that would be even more effective.

"And what's the price?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred became increasingly pleased with Arik. Nothing is perfect, yet there are always some people who think they can control everything. I'm talking about you, you yellow weasel!
"Of course there is. If you choose to be a lemon boy, you will slowly become stubborn, like Dorn, turning into a smelly, hard rock."

If you want to be a black-skinned dragon fruit, you'll be as unconventional as Vulcan, and your reactions will be a beat slower.

After a brief moment of thought, Arik ultimately chose to be a lemon-lover. After all, in his mind, the former 18th Legion was a bunch of crazy guys who went around burning things with flamethrowers. He preferred the hardworking and diligent Imperial Fist.

Looking at the anesthetic being injected into his veins, for some reason, Arik seemed to see the shadow of an emperor in Mordred, just like the former emperor.

Unfortunately, things have changed. Ever since the Emperor disappeared for a period of time on the eve of the Terra Unification War, everything has changed.

"Your Highness, do you think I still have a chance to win glory?"

"Yes, yes, I promised you a five-day work week with two days off. Except for those two days off every five years, I'll make you wait at the palace gate every day. I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Take a nap, and soon you'll have a new life."

"What?" Alik wanted to say that this was not how it was supposed to be. The five-day work week and two-day rest schedule was different from what he understood. But the anesthetic was still so effective that he fell into a coma in less than half a minute.

Seeing that no one was around and the last witness had lost consciousness, Modrid twisted his body, raising his sharp chitinous claws high, and directly cleaved Arik's body open:

"You wretched weasel, why don't you do things more cleanly? No wonder Peipei is so stubborn, she took after you. In the end, I have to clean up your mess."

Luckily, I discovered it beforehand. If others had seen it, even if you did nothing wrong, my foolish brothers and sisters would have thought you were a traitor who used someone and then discarded them.

In the cold laboratory, no one answered Mordred's mutterings; only the recording servant faithfully carried out his mission.

While Mordred was frantically patching up the yellow weasel, a powerful man with equally astonishing wisdom was also causing trouble. This heavyweight was none other than the one-eyed sunburnt Oglin.

Ever since eating feces in Paradise, Pony has come to realize the wickedness of society. After returning to his hometown of Prospero, he spent a lot of time tinkering with things. After much painful reflection, he still felt that psionic energy was too useful and he had to use it.

Under the command of Magnus, the one-eyed sunburnt Oglin, the scholars of the entire Thousand Sons and Prospero pooled their wisdom and managed to design a powerful martial art called Spirit Energy Rotation.

The essence of psychic energy is to communicate with the subspace. Just like the magnetic field god next door, psychic energy is also one of the basic elements that construct the world.

It sounds abstract, but it's true; Magnus did indeed deduce a power system that psionicists could use.

This so-called psionic rotation mainly uses the biochemical psionic operation mechanism to strengthen itself by communicating with the subspace. With each move, it can split mountains and shatter rocks. It is a masterpiece that integrates force fields, elements, prophecy and many other schools of thought.

With the addition of the "Nine Birds Power" (battle potion) that Magnus ordered from Mordred, despite the small number of Senko, their overall strength has increased dramatically, and their physique has also improved by leaps and bounds, resulting in a second development. The only drawback is that their heads become pointy, but this is not a problem.

Those who master the technique can even use a move called "Dharma Body of Heaven and Earth" to make themselves stronger and more domineering, comparable to half a knight, making even the Iron Warriors drool with envy.

At that moment, Magnus, like any little kid who has just gotten a toy and wants to show it off, was eager to find an opponent to prove himself, so he plunged headlong into the void.

However, big has its advantages, and small has its own uses. Soon, Senko encountered a group of strange-looking enemies.

Seeing his offspring, whose size had increased to the point that they were unable to board the enemy ship after boarding, and whose knees were instead smashed by the enemy's heavy hammer, Magnus was truly enraged:

"Damn short people, I'm going to rip you all out one by one."

(End of this chapter)