Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 195 Waaaagh!!!
He came and went in a hurry; after presiding over the Khan's return ceremony, the emperor slipped away again.

Because Huang Pizi discovered that Chagatai was rebellious, he couldn't even win an argument with him when discussing the truth of the empire. Not only was he rendered speechless, but he was also constantly being looked at with a "don't pretend, I know everything" kind of look.

No matter what the Emperor says, the Khan is there. Yes, yes, everything Father said is right. If you say you are not a god, then you are definitely not a god. If you say it is the truth of the Empire, then we will believe in the truth of the Empire.

This attitude of being the only one sober while everyone else is drunk is too invincible. Even the Emperor couldn't stand the cold violence and decisively ran away as soon as the Dreamship arrived.

"So, our father was a simple-minded, physically strong, and incredibly naive tyrant?"

"Yes, and this guy really isn't very bright. If you ever meet Magnus, you'll find that we brothers have all inherited his flaws."

Calling him a tyrant is too much of an exaggeration. He was just a general who conquered empires and was a walking, talking extermination order; he simply didn't have the brains to govern the empire.

"And this makeshift empire is all on Makado's shoulders. Be careful when you see him; he has a bad temper and always likes to hit me on the head with his cane."

As one of the most normal members of the Primarchs, upon returning to the Legion, the Khan immediately summoned his offspring and reviewed all the Legion's internal records.

With Mordred acting as a human-shaped talking pen, answering his questions instantly, he finally gained a comprehensive understanding of the Empire. Then he discovered a fact: the Empire was a cesspool.

Inside the Abomination's laboratory, Chagatai watched as Mordred extracted primal blood from his own body and then inserted it into a special creation called the Primal Blood Stack.

As Atlas's deepest secret, Mordred has always claimed that he prepared this to solve the Legion's problems. Coupled with his technical talent, which he learned from Carlos, no one would doubt his true purpose.

Seeing that Chagatai was still contemplating life, Mordred spoke up to comfort him:
"Don't overthink it. Although the Empire is indeed a cesspool, it's still stronger than the Abyss. You saw how terrifying that world-destroying kobold was before, and my Burning Legion too."

But our home turf is the physical universe, and even that kobold can't completely squeeze in. They can only use some conspiracies and tricks to develop collaborators. The more reckless you think, the more likely you are to run into problems.

Honestly, in this respect, probably no one can compare to Guilliman; he's truly invincible.

"Oh? You mean our brother Guilliman is very strong?"

Mordred shook his head, indicating that in terms of individual strength alone, Guilliman might not even be able to defeat Loka, but in terms of willpower, Guilliman was definitely the strongest, after all, not every Primarch could defeat his own warp essence.

"Let me tell you, there are all kinds of people among us brothers. Our eldest brother, Zhuang Sen, is obsessed with officialdom. Apart from being as refined and easy-going as me, he has a lot of little secrets."

The third brother, Forgrim, is a chatterbox. He'll chatter on and on whenever anyone's around, like a flamboyant peacock. This unfortunate kid is probably doomed; now he's even hanging out with Feralas.

It always gives me the feeling that I've painstakingly raised this cabbage, only to have it eaten by a pig.

The Khan remained silent. He seemed to remember that his third brother and tenth brother were both men. Could it be that there was a pervert among his brothers?
Knowing this would be the reaction, Mordred took out his treasured photo album from his pocket dimension and pointed to the silver-haired beauty, saying, "That's Forgrim, and the short-haired guy next to him is Feralus."

After experiencing a series of psychological changes, including surprise, doubt, confusion, and understanding, Chagatai nodded silently: "It's only human nature!"

"See? I knew it! And let me tell you a little secret: the so-called Princess Alpha in the Empire is actually Fugrem in drag, while the real Alpha is bald." Mordred introduced each of his brothers and sisters in order from one to twenty, much to Chagatai's amazement. Chagatai exclaimed that there were hardly any normal people in their family, and that his second brother was indeed the most normal one.

What Chagatai didn't know was that the last person to say that was Leon El-Johnson, who thought that Mordred being normal was the biggest abnormality.

"I've said everything I need to say. As your good second brother, I certainly can't show favoritism. We still need to go through the proper procedures. Come with me, and I'll take you to join a secret organization that's no longer considered a secret organization."

"Is it the Second Empire?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred smiled with relief, then slapped him across the face.
"Trying to act all high and mighty, huh? You already know, so why are you still asking? Hurry up and get to the point to sign and put your fingerprint on this document. Now I understand why Old Huang ran away so decisively. Your habit of constantly interrupting others is really annoying."

Even so, the necessary procedures still had to be followed. Although not at the same time, they were in the same place, in the same secret room. In front of Huang Xiaomei's limited edition figurine, Chagatai respectfully lit three sticks of incense and hung up the legion's flag.

The problem arose when it came to filling in the name of the legion, because the Khan was a bit of a literary type. Although he usually liked to compose poems, he always hesitated when it came to naming the legion, which is why the Fifth Legion still hadn't changed its number.

"How about we call it White Scar? My most beloved pony was named White Scar. It's just a pity that when I grew up, it had a little trouble carrying me, but it is still one of my closest companions."

With the white-scarred pony and Chagatai's smiling face, Mordred wondered if he might pull out Genrick V at any moment and beat up this traditionalist old man.

And so, taking off the coat of that warhorse named White Scar, the Fifth Legion's Star Hunters officially changed their name to White Scar.

Meanwhile, Mordred transformed into a billionaire, acquiring a planetary terraforming ship to gift to his good brother, and incidentally traversing the Thracian forging world nearby as well.

Although he was no longer the War Commander, Mordred believed that those geeks wouldn't cause trouble. If they dared to disagree, he would let Mars know what it meant to be unable to move an inch.

When the time comes, the power outage and network shutdown will be carried out in one smooth motion. Don't ask why your own ships suddenly get lost in the warp, or what those demons with green flames are. In short, if you don't want to improve, there are plenty of others who do.

Thanks to its geographical advantages, Chogoris is not far from Tranquility, and with the Emperor's Son's home planet Chemos, this star sector will soon become a new prosperous place.

Khan, true to his reputation as someone who could connect with Mordred on a brainwave level, chose a development direction that was quite suitable for White Scar from among the many aid programs, immediately eyeing the powered motorcycles and Raider gunships.

Mordred, of course, would not refuse such a small request and immediately sent over the complete set of production technology, along with a group of political workers transferred from Macurag.

Before he could even enjoy a few days of leisure, a plea for help from Qianzi instantly set the entire empire ablaze:

"Olympia has fallen! Green-skinned orcs are everywhere! Help! We can't hold out much longer! Waaaagh!!!"

The war of beasts has begun.

(End of this chapter)