Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 200 The Divine Doctor
At the time, Heinz Severo was an ordinary machine gunner.

Faced with the orcs' fierce attack, Severo, hiding in Fortress 62 of the final high wall, kept firing. In the nine-hour battle, Severo's heavy plasma rapid-fire cannon consumed a total of 27 barrels, an average of three barrels per hour.

Before the fortress, orcs surged forward like a tide, only to collapse to the ground just as quickly. And this was merely a glimpse of the final, towering wall.

A brutal positional war broke out, with the green-skinned orcs charging madly toward the Atlas lines, riding on a massive horde of explosive minions and death minions.

But over nearly half a century, countless cannons were installed on this steel fortress, and the wealthy Atlas people entrusted most of their fortunes to these lovely cannon barrels.

With 472 million mortal auxiliary troops, 6 Spartan warriors, 4000 Atlas, plus planetary defense forces and the remnants of defeated soldiers who had defected, the surging green tide was held back outside the defensive line and could not advance an inch.

This bought the Legion a lot of time. The only unpleasant thing was the orcish pursuers that came with the Death Guard. They were bigger and greener than the ones they had encountered before, and almost all of them were bosses.

Having shaken off their pursuers, the Resilient immediately moved into the starport. The moment the hatch opened, a pair of people in death shrouds rushed out, carrying Mordred and Magnus, and ran towards the bridge.

While running, he cried and said that his father was dying. Sweat, tears and other messy blood were smeared all over Mordred's face, which prevented him from having a runny nose, otherwise Mordred would have slapped him.

When the two saw Mortarian, the brat was already foaming at the mouth, his body flattened into a double fold, and even the power rod that accompanied him had been hammered into a crowbar.

"Your Highness, Father is dying! Please check if there's any hope for him!"

Mordred kicked away the obstructing Karas and then kicked away Garo, who was trying to give Mortarian CPR. Mordred then extended his tentacles and burrowed into the half-dead Mortarian's body.

As a survivor who witnessed Mordred's true appearance, Karas didn't say much when he saw this blasphemous scene. Instead, he pulled his other colleagues back, signaling them not to move.

"In the end what happened?"

None of the Death Guards who were asked spoke, but in the end, it was Karas, the company commander, who told the truth:
"We encountered an Orcish satellite while traveling in the warp. Based on the warp channel, it should be heading towards the Sun's region. After seeing this, my father decided to lead the team to board it."

After some enticement, the orc satellite did indeed leave the warp with us, but we didn't expect the orcs on it to be so powerful, completely different from the ones we had encountered before.

One of them was a giant orc who was nearly 12 meters tall and called himself Urg. He wore a suit of golden armor similar to His Majesty's and proclaimed himself the Beast King, Lord of Ulanor, the most powerful and domineering beast in the galaxy.

Compared to other orcs who only mindlessly hack and slash, the orcs on Ulanor possess intelligence, not in the way of their strange and special technology, but in the fact that they actually have reason.

Even after we boarded and landed on the ground, the orcs didn't swarm us. Instead, they made way for us, allowing us to see their leader, the orc who called himself Urg.

Moreover, besides the orc emperor, there were nine strange-looking orc generals who called themselves the Beast God Generals.

These heretical and blasphemous beings must be eradicated, but there are simply too many of them. To save us, Father suddenly transformed into a winged… demi-human.

“Yes, they are demi-humans, and the same kind as archangels, definitely not aliens,” Death Guards chimed in.

But this supplement is like burying one's head in the sand. The things that Mortalian transforms into are definitely not anthropomorphic like Sanguiles. Otherwise, given the Space Marines' typical spoiled nature, they would have been showing off everywhere long ago.

It's easy to guess what happened next: Mortarion, who suddenly unleashed his power, was no match for the big orc. With the combined power of the entire planet's magic, he smashed Mortarion into a double fold with a single blow.

That's how it's written in the book. The only difference is that the little cans were great and managed to take Mortarion back, preventing him from becoming a goblin saint who only knows how to say "abba aba".

Seeing Mordred's furrowed brows, the Death Guardian was afraid he would pursue the matter too much. This secret absolutely could not be revealed, or he might say something like, "There's no hope for you, just wait to die!"

Fortunately, Master Mo was very knowledgeable and had many secrets. He was not some quack doctor who couldn't even diagnose acute gastroenteritis and kept asking questions. He quickly found the problem.

"It's alright. Don't let your dad's terrible appearance fool you; he's just exhausted. It's nothing serious, just a broken spine. I'll fix it right now. Xiao Ma, come give me a hand and lay him flat on the floor."

"coming!"

For some reason, upon seeing Mortalian with his broken spine, Magnus suddenly had a strange sense of déjà vu, and felt an itch on his back. But then he thought it must be his imagination, and that Mortalian must be too tired and hadn't rested well.

Because he was bent into a double fold, Mortarion, lying face down, could not keep his feet flat on the ground. Seeing this, Mordred signaled the pony to grab his legs.

"Your Highness, how will you treat our father?"

“Good question!” Mordred gestured for everyone to gather around, explaining that his treatment plan was called Physical Shock Therapy, which he had developed based on his experience after the collapse of a certain 2K nation. “Your father is suffering from exhaustion, and it’s extremely severe exhaustion.”

It's like trying to drive when your body is completely drained; you're so weak your mind is spinning, you're delirious, and you're practically unconscious. You need drastic measures, and the right medicine for the right ailment. But don't worry, your second uncle has everything, especially rare and precious treasures."

“Hey Gara, come here and hold this fruit. When you see your father open his mouth, stuff this thing in. Oh, and shove this piece of evil crystal in there too.”

When Mordred pulled a bright red fruit from behind his back, it seemed to possess a strange magic, making everyone who saw it want to swallow it whole. This further convinced Death Guard that his second uncle was indeed quite capable.

Only Magnus looked terrified, as if recalling some horrific experience, but after hesitating for a long time, he did not speak up to stop it. Instead, he suggested that one dose was not enough and that the dosage should be increased!
"you sure?"

"I'm sure no one knows this better than me. You can't, Dorn can't, only me! Waaah, only me."

Since the great gourmet had said so, Mordred could only agree. After all, he hadn't actually eaten snow, so who knew how effective it would be?

"Wait, have I really never eaten snow? Impossible, I absolutely have never eaten it. How can drinking soup count as eating snow?"

Following the principles of numerology, the most prominent science in the galaxy, Mordred took out 13 fruits that he secretly named Magnus Fruits, and also pulled out a large pile of fel crystals. However, a new problem arose: there were too many things to fit in.

But this did not deter the Death Guard, who was eager to save his father. He immediately took the initiative and pulled out a juicer from somewhere. He took the fruit and crystal and started juicing them.

As the fruit was put into the juicer and blended into a puree, Karas, a psionicist, seemed to hear several screams and a strange, foul stench.

Don't ask why the stench could be heard. In short, psychic energy is a very mysterious thing. After the crystal was also put into the juicer, the originally normal fruit puree instantly turned into a thick green slurry with strange bubbles.

To make the effect even more significant, Mordred decided to go all the way and pulled out a giant syringe that looked quite familiar to Callas, drawing up a full two liters of good juice.

Everything was ready except for the final push. With Mordred's command, Magnus held Mortarian's legs down, Garo steadied the syringe and aimed it at his father's lips, and Mordred, after a deep breath, suddenly unleashed all his brute force, grabbing his good brother's shoulder and pulling him outwards.

"Snap! Ouch! My back is going to break... Waaah!"

Motalian, who had been instantly straightened, opened his mouth and closed his eyes. Before he could even groan in pain, the slippery mucus was forced into his esophagus, instantly waking him up.

"Holy crap, Your Highness, you're a miracle doctor!"

"Ah! What kind of miracle doctor? Why does my mouth taste a little sweet and a little smelly? What did you feed me? This taste is a little strange, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Second brother, what brings you here?"

"By the way, hurry up and support Holy Terra. That orc emperor's target is our father. I can't even beat him, so he definitely can't either. Why aren't you two worried?"

Mordred and Magnus exchanged a glance, realizing that without dealing with the orcs in front of them, they wouldn't be able to provide any support.

Besides, both of them had witnessed the weasel's true power. Before Pony returned, the Emperor could make psionic calls to him from an astronomical distance, and Mordred still couldn't defeat the weasel.

"Xiao Mo, confidence is good, but you can't be so arrogant."

“Magnus is right. So, the weasel hasn’t made a move yet. Where did it go?”

Where could the emperor go? Of course, to Horus, his favorite son of the first king!
Since Mordred appeared, Horus has been restless and unable to sleep soundly at night. He often dreams of being repeatedly mocked and humiliated by Mordred in public, and then having his father's affections stolen away.

Back when Horus was first brought back by the Emperor, Horus was incredibly distressed, even harboring the terrible thought of bombing Fenris. (This is explicitly stated in the original novel; Horus's feelings for the Emperor were that abstract.)

However, to please his father, Horus still dutifully became a good older brother, winning the affection of all his brothers with his powerful personal charm. Even as more and more Primarchs returned to their original forms, Horus remained the special Firstborn Son.

However, Horus's jealousy of Mordred eventually dissipated after witnessing his brother's rise to power, and he remained unfazed even after Mordred became a Warmaster.

Firstly, Mordred is so intelligent that no one can be jealous of him. To think that he doesn't look like a ruler is an understatement. Even if Horus is petty, he wouldn't hold a grudge against a fool. It's fairest to make someone like Mordred the warmaster.

Secondly, Horus discovered that his brother was actually quite a good person. Not only did he ensure the logistics of Shadowmoon Wolves, but he also agreed with his ideals. Most importantly, he gave them so much.

It's true that everyone loves archangels, it's true that everyone loves Horus, and it's true that Space Marines all like Mordred, the Primarch who is approachable and often spends lavishly.

Even after Mordred was removed from his position as Warmaster, Horus went to the Emperor to plead for him.

It's not that Horus was carefree; it's mainly that he believed that even if he became the Warmaster in the future, Mordred would still be his Macado, and with Sanguires as his Valdo, the three brothers would definitely be the most perfect combination.

But looking at the Imperial Guard of Ten Thousand Men moving with the Shadowmoon Wolf in front of him, Horus felt uneasy. Wasn't this match-fixing? Or was the referee boosting his score? He had betrayed his brothers.

Horus was a man of great ambition throughout his life. If his other brothers found out about this later, how could he face them?

“Father, I still think this is not good. Why don’t you go to Zhuang Sen’s place? He wants to be a war general the most.”

Emperor: "What? My Sagittarius wants to be a war commander?"

(End of this chapter)