Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 222 The Overbearing Emperor Falls in Love with the 300-Year-Old Me Who Works as a Cleaner in the Palace

"Five years, do you know how I've spent these five years?"

Morgan, now back inside Mordred, poked his head out, exuding an air of leisure, as he watched Mordred place the plant seeds he had painstakingly smuggled into the static field.

"Haven't you been playing games all these past five years? Don't think I don't know, you're still using my account. Sally has already complained to me."

"Damn it, I knew that little thing couldn't be tamed, it actually dared to secretly tell on me."

And don't underestimate me, I haven't just been playing games all the time, I've also been doing intelligence analysis!

Watching her pet gradually become more and more of a comedian and increasingly useless, Mordred began to miss Carlos terribly. She wondered if she could return him to Tzeentch and give Morgan half of her good brother's intelligence, or even 1/9!
"Is the intelligence analysis you're talking about watching 'The Overbearing Emperor Falls in Love with a 300-Year-Old Woman Working as a Cleaner in the Palace'? I've told you so many times, watching too many of these silly short dramas will ruin your brain. You're not smart to begin with, if you keep ruining it, won't you end up like Oglin?"

"It's still the one-eyed sunburned O'Grin!"

"Speaking of which, I've been wanting to ask this before: Magnus, why are you on my ship, and wearing my clothes? Don't you have anywhere else to go?"

Mordred had originally planned to go back to her doghouse and get a good night's sleep, even though dream walking was not an easy process for the Primarch.

Since there is no control group to verify this, the specific impact is still unknown, but judging from the fact that Horus's projection gradually faded at the end, prolonged stays will definitely cause problems.

Mordred guessed that the reason he wasn't having any problems was probably because he didn't have a true soul, while Horus's projection was indeed a fragment of a soul. Without the nourishment of a physical body, it would gradually degenerate over time.

As for bringing his physical body back with him, Mordred doesn't have the technical ability to do that right now, unless he finds the three legendary artifacts of the Internet and embarks on a spontaneous trip.

Mordred was furious when she saw Magnus occupying her room, having not even had a proper rest.

"Second brother, I didn't want to either! I was doing fine outside, but Father suddenly dragged me back, saying that I'm not smart and have a rebellious streak, and that it would be better for everyone if I stayed obediently."

As for why it was on your ship, you'll have to ask Makado. That old man was insane; he tricked me into sitting on that damned golden toilet, it almost killed me, my muscles have atrophied.”

Holding a bowl of chilled coconut boba, taking bites from the left and right, Magnus explained as he ate it with white rice.

Incidentally, in addition to rice, the bowl of rice in front of Magnus also contained a thick layer of curry stewed chicken, along with Macuragian specialty snacks made from nearly 20 ingredients such as pearls, coconut jelly, fresh milk, and pudding.

Mordred believed that if Magnus wasn't a genetic archetype, eating like that would eventually cause his large stomach to grow out, and with a different skin, he would become a one-eyed, moldy, grotesque Oglin.

"really!"

Hearing his brother acknowledge his point of view, Magnus was very satisfied. He had long disliked Macado. How could this mere mortal be allowed to ride on his head if he wasn't outmatched?
"Don't get too excited yet. I admit that the weasel finally did the right thing this time. It's better for everyone if you don't cause trouble. Besides Horus, you're the second person I'm worried about the most, you bastard."

Magnus truly retained his saintly qualities, even thinking Mored was praising him by comparing him to Horus, who had become a War Master. By all accounts, he was practically a junior War Master, at least a step above Zhuang Sen.

If Zhuang Sen knew what Xiao Ma was thinking, he would curse him a couple of times, and then, taking him by surprise, unleash his signature move, the Lion King Flying Head Fist, punching that big red head twice to see if he could knock the shit out of his brain.

Since the Second Empire became a laughingstock, Mordred focused his energy on scientific research. However, behind the scenes, he formed the Inner Circle of the Second Empire with Dorn and Magnus, two Snow Eaters who had witnessed the truth of Chaos.

This time, Mordred was smarter. She didn't publicize it or frantically recruit people. It was just the three of them, since a triangle is the most stable shape.

A target, a landmine, and a backup plan—that should attract at least half the attention.

Of course, being a member of the Wayne family, Mordred had a Plan C after Plan B, and a Plan D after Plan C, so he really understood the Dark Angels' methods.

After Tom submitted the test report, Morered did not set off immediately. Instead, he sent someone to summon the 19th Army Corps to take stock of the spoils.

Through gene cloning therapy, a large number of plants and animals that had long been extinct or mutated within the Empire were restored, such as giant bananas, polar bears, Siberian hamsters, sweet potatoes, lemons, dates, etc.

Mordred plans to cultivate and breed these things, and then give them to his brothers for promotion, or keep them as genetic templates for modification. In any case, Mortarion, who loves farming, will definitely like them, not to mention there's also the angel, who's a glutton.

However, it was Magnus who was the first to experience this treatment. Upon seeing these novel plants and animals, the one-eyed sunburned Oglin insisted that they were high-quality carbohydrates and wanted to try them.

Watching the sharks swimming freely in the aquarium, Mordred thought that it would make a great gift for Corax.

Based on the abstract questions in his browsing history, my brother must still be a kid.

Meanwhile, as Mordred waited for the 19th Legion to assemble, five-year-old Corax, who had already grown to 3 meters tall, was huddled in his and his sister's little shack, fiddling with the secondhand terminal.

Tom's judgment was correct; he did indeed find traces of a Primarch, and the illegal broadcast was something Corax himself had created.

It was through the network signal from the neighboring world of Kivar that Corax was able to spy on the regime called the Empire and realize that he was a Primarch.

As one of only two Primarchs raised by women, Corax was cared for by several working-class women as a child, along with a girl named Evelynia, who was also his sister.

It was this environment that allowed Corax, who had just crawled out of the nursery and skinned several unfortunate creatures alive, to not become a monster, but a truly compassionate Primarch.

However, precisely because of his excessively high moral standards, upon learning about the Empire, Kolacs instantly came to the same conclusion as the Khan: that the Empire was a cesspool and he himself was the son of a tyrant.

Looking at her older sister, who was ten years older than her but acted like a child, nestled in her arms, Corax wanted to say that this TV series called "The Overbearing Emperor Falls in Love with a 300-Year-Old Palace Cleaner" was completely illogical and watching too much of it might make her stupid.

But to avoid being constantly nagged, Corax suppressed his urge to complain and instead began to think about how to resist the oppression of the regulators.

But as he was thinking about it, Coraxter suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by something dirty.

"What could it be? That's strange."

(End of this chapter)