Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 207 The Great Rebellion of the Weasels
The war is over, but the reconstruction has only just begun.

In this sudden war of beasts, countless worlds within the Empire were destroyed by the Green Tide, and the subsequent cleanup work was extremely troublesome.

The mining world is relatively easy to deal with; at worst, we can just burn it down. As long as the flames purify everything, there will be plenty of time to mine the minerals.

However, the situation is less ideal in an agricultural world like the Nest City. You never know where a patch of green skin might sprout up, so the only solution is to send more troops to patrol back and forth.

In order to consolidate the Empire's rule and to allow Horus to carry out its work smoothly, the Emperor returned to the palace with a group of Primarchs and discussed the reconstruction agenda with the Empire's weightlifting champion, Macardo.

Inside the palace, the Emperor sat at the head of the table, while the Primarchs who arrived one after another sat on either side of the table. Since it was just a family banquet, there were no outsiders present. Everyone enjoyed the dishes while boasting to each other and summarizing the gains and losses of this war of beasts.

This was perhaps the first time so many Primarchs had gathered together. Even the senior who had been fighting to the death in the Misty Starfield had returned and started greeting her brothers.

As the third Primarch to return to the Empire in public, Felus may not be well-known, and his Iron Hand has also been relegated to the background.

But no one would underestimate this ruthless person who single-handedly took on the entire Misty Starfield. Even the Lion King, who was also in the Misty Starfield, had to admit that he was no match for Ferus in super-army combat.

Aside from the all-around Dark Angels, each legion has its own strengths, and there is no distinction between strong and weak. However, it is certain that the earlier a legion returns to the Primarchy, the longer it will have to develop.

Due to its abstract art style and belief in the suffering and weakness of flesh and blood, the Steel Hand of Mechanical Ascension has the closest relationship with the Cult of Mechanics, and a quarter of Atlas's heavily armored vehicles were delivered to them.

Furthermore, even the mortal auxiliary troops within their legion have undergone extensive mechanical modifications, resulting in an overwhelming surge of martial prowess within the Steel Hand. To date, they have remained undefeated, winning from start to finish.

After all, there are just too many tough things to do in the Misty Starfield. If you don't have some skills, you won't survive. The former capital of the Ancient Spirit Clan Empire was over there, but now it has been blown up into the Eye of Terror.

In terms of reputation alone, Ferrus is definitely a strong contender for the title of Warmaster, and his personal strength is among the top tier. His only flaw is that he is a bit cold-hearted and is an ultimate science and engineering man who believes in the survival of the fittest.

But this flaw is not a problem at all among the Primarchs who are all problem children; in fact, it makes him seem almost too normal. He received a reliable label from all the Primarchs—neither liking nor disliking him.

But Mordred couldn't stand the sight of this guy, especially when he saw Feralus and Forgrim snuggling together. He felt like his hard-earned cabbage had been eaten by a pig.

"Damn it, Fogg must have been corrupted by this bastard. He wasn't like this before."

Upon hearing this, Ruth, who was also a glutton, quickly patted his good friend on the shoulder: "Second brother, is it possible that it's not what you think? They're just good friends."

"Bullshit! Are you deaf or am I blind? Would decent people feed each other grapes? Ninth Brother, come here and feed Ruth a grape."

The archangel, who was showing off the fruit, glanced at Mordred, then at Ruth, and felt a chill run down his spine. He thought to Ruth, "Are you sick? If you have bad eyesight, go back and get it checked. Even a fool can see that something's wrong with the two of them."

Perhaps remembering something interesting, the cunning Saint Gilles shifted his chair closer to the gluttonous duo, and said with a wicked grin:

"According to rumors, Felus and Fugrim even crafted weapons for each other and gave them to each other."

"This doesn't prove anything; it's normal. On our grasslands, exchanging weapons is a symbol of friendship," Chagatai, who had come upon hearing the news, also expressed his opinion.

But then Saint Gilles's next words left him speechless, and he sighed inwardly, realizing that none of his brothers were normal. "But after they exchanged weapons, they went to look at the stars together. Do you think they're normal now?"

Everyone turned around and saw Phoenix whispering to her senior, occasionally revealing a sweet smile.

"..."

Mordred smiled with relief. He figured that Forgrim's alt account was probably ruined. Since things had come to this, he might as well eat first!

The food at the palace lived up to its reputation; the taste was impeccable, and given Terra's high prices, it tasted even better.

With Ruth, the angel, and Mortalian sneaking over nearby, the food cart would often be completely devoured by the four of them as soon as it was pushed over.

Seeing that things were not going well, the other Primarchs hurriedly joined the dry food team. Macardo kept babbling on and on, which made their heads spin. It was more practical to just eat dry food. Only Guilliman was able to keep up with their train of thought.

Looking at the group of gluttons at the table, the emperor rubbed his forehead, feeling utterly exhausted.
"Damn it, I raised you guys to help me with the pressure, and now I've raised a bunch of pigs."

However, the emperor thought again, "My great human empire is rich in resources, and I can afford to support a few useless people. As long as they don't cause any trouble, I'll let them be."

Since this was not a banquet in the traditional sense, the main topic was discussing post-war reconstruction. After discovering that no matter how they tried to feed these gluttons, they couldn't get enough, the head chef shrugged and said, "I'm not serving you anymore."

Despite their superior intelligence and ability to lead armies in battle and engage in one-on-one combat, the Primarchs are only capable of managing logistics, farming, and supporting their families, with a maximum of two legions.

One is Robert Guilliman, the ambitious leader of the Ultra Warriors who will take over the world of Ultramar 500.

The other is Mordred Wayne, a refined and easy-going man with connections from the Inquisition and the Assassin's Court to the Terran Council, and from the Martian Mechanicus, the Space Navy, and the Ronin Merchants. He is known in the martial arts world as the first person in the Chain of Timely Rain.

Perhaps Guilliman's infamy was too deeply ingrained in people's minds, because in the end the job was still assigned to Mordred.

After all, when it comes to political acumen, the Primarchs know perfectly well that they can't outmaneuver those Smurfs. So what if the second brother has some flaws? At least he's cooperated with Atlas for so many years.

If the Ultramarines came over, maybe their hometown would change its name to Macurag, and the Legion would be full of mutated blueberries covered in all sorts of fruit peels.

The Great Crusade was always the top priority. After discussing post-war reconstruction, the Primarchs returned to where they came from and led their respective legions to go their separate ways.

However, just as Mordred was about to go to the capital to kill a few insects to relieve his boredom, the half-dead Horus suddenly approached him.

Horus was in extremely poor condition at this time, with sunken eyes and thinning hair; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was half-dead. He immediately clung to Mordred's leg.
"Brother, something bad has happened! I have a feeling that Father will be possessed by some kind of evil spirit in the future, and he will settle accounts with us!"
No, it's my father who possessed me, hehe, I can't tell, I really can't tell!

"What?"

(End of this chapter)