Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 223 Bringing children? Not even dogs!

Self-interest is always the best bond for maintaining relationships, and even Space Marines, who are super-cyborgs, are not immune to this.

Upon receiving Mordred's orders, the acting commander of the 19th Army Corps, Alcasfar, immediately ended his current mission as quickly as possible, left the expeditionary fleet, and headed to Holy Terra.

Throughout a century of expeditionary battles, the 19th Legion fought alongside the Shadowmoon Wolves.

Like all late-game legions, after such a long period of independent operation, the later the Primarch returned to the Legion, the more indifferent the Legion's internal attitude towards the Primarch became.

The Dark Angels were a watershed moment. Before that, the legions were all going through tough times, during the most difficult period of the Empire's founding. Some legions were so poor that even mice would grin at them.

The Cult of Mechanics, being cunning and opportunistic, had a batch of weapons and equipment ready to be forged, and with so many people waiting for them, they had no choice but to prioritize supplying the legions with Primarchs. As for the legions without Primarchs to lead the flag, they would have to wait for the next batch.

Once the resources from the early stages of the Great Expedition were depleted and the Empire's production capacity began to surge, this phenomenon gradually eased.

Not to mention that Atlas gradually gained momentum during that period, and Mordred rose to the position of Warmaster. He cut costs and increased revenue while reducing redundancy, allowing these legions, which had no parental support, to receive a huge wave of aid.

Everyone remembers the Second Prince's kindness.

Throughout history, the frontline soldiers have never lacked capable and skilled warriors; what they lack are those with connections, and even more so, those with connections that can reach the highest levels of government and have powerful backgrounds.

Arguing with the Ministry of Military Affairs is useless; those incompetent people can't even do the math themselves. The decimal point on the data board is bouncing around like a rave, and each bounce could burn out countless accountants' hair.

There were even bizarre incidents where the Ministry of Military Affairs colluded with the Imperial Navy to embezzle salaries, relying on smuggling supplies with Atlas to cover their debts.

Even the Shadowmoon Wolves, a princely legion, know the slang for going to Atlas after leaving Holy Terra. Uncle is not only ruthless but also protective of his own, and he has more money than he can spend.

Horus, who had just undergone localized tightening surgery, immediately approved the 19th Legion's sudden retreat. After all, Shadowmoon Wolves had no shortage of cannon fodder, so he figured he might as well do them a favor.

After dragging their feet for a whole week, the 19th Legion finally arrived in Holy Terra to join forces with Atlas. Mordred didn't hesitate and immediately got to work.

A fantastical portal to the netherworld unfolded in the void, with the Abomination leading the way and the 19th Legion charging into it, accompanied by a planetary construction ship.

Although he was quite curious about the Internet, Far didn't think much of it. Instead, he went to the Abomination to visit Morered immediately. His entourage carried bags and bags of various gifts, highlighting his social skills.

Looking through the porthole at this giant mother ship, comparable to the Glory Queen-class battleship, the little black cans of the 19th Legion, though silent, were filled with longing in their eyes.

"Commander, is this a gift for us?"

"You know perfectly well why you're asking, but I'm no longer the War Commander, so you can't just say whatever comes to mind!"

Upon being greeted, Far immediately scurried over, a hint of obsequiousness on his face: "Your Highness is joking. What do you mean by 'war general'? In my heart, you will always be the Imperial War General. My second uncle loves me, and I love my second uncle!"

Mordred, who was being shown filial piety, waved his hand, indicating that he was not a vain person. He said, "If you're going to say something, then say a few more words. Rambo, come here quickly and get my good nephew some drinks. Bring me my bottle of orange juice."

Those who can climb to the position of legion commander are no pushovers. They may not be the most capable fighters, but they are certainly good at getting by. He picked up a bottle of orange juice and, amidst the horrified stares of the Atlas idiots, chug down the entire bottle.

Startled, Morered quickly placed his hand on the young man's head, drawing out the immense fel energy that could instantly corrupt a high-ranking demon.

Don't be fooled by Fa'er, a veteran who fought in the Terra unification war, now acting like a sycophant. Others might want to be sycophants but can't, but for the sake of the Legion, it's not shameful.

Mordred pulled out a list and slammed it on the table. He patted his nephew on the shoulder and pointed to the list of 10000 Mark IV power armor sets, 330 Ironclad Terminators, 220 Heavy Poison Blade Tanks, 110 Defiant Dreadnoughts, 13 Ranger Knights, 5 Dire Wolf Titans, and one planetary modification ship, saying:

"From now on, you will be independent. Your second uncle may not have much else, but he has considerable wealth. All of this will be yours from now on. Don't drink anything recklessly, work hard, and don't let down the empire that has nurtured you!"

"We will live up to the expectations of our commander!"

The uncle and nephew exchanged a glance and burst into arrogant laughter, but before Far could rejoice for long, Mordred changed the subject:
"You've seen the item. Since I brought it here, it belongs to your 19th Legion. No one can take it from us. However, my second uncle likes family harmony."

Before long, your father will be returning to the Legion. You'd better put away all your bad habits and watch your step. I don't want you Terran veterans to be wasted away.

"You need to understand who your Primarch is. Even Horus and I are just your uncles. You need to treat your father like a child, communicate more, and it's best to coax him a bit, do you understand?" The old soldier Far had obviously taken it to heart, but the way Mordred spoke in such a childish tone still felt a bit awkward.

If it were any other Primarch, Farr would certainly not have dared to ask such a question, but this Second Prince had no Primarch airs and was very approachable, so he asked:

"Your Highness, why do I get the feeling that our Primarch is a bit cynical, or rather, difficult to get along with? He can't possibly kill all 11 of us, can he?"

It's not that he'll be ripped off; after all, not everyone is Plankton. Corax is a brother who's very much to Mordred's liking.

But it was precisely because of this that he understood how great the differences would be between the 19th Legion and his brother whom he had never met, and how it would eventually lead to the abstract scene of a Space Marine shouting, "My father is dead!"

If Corax hadn't fully grown up, Mordred could have educated him from a young age like he raised Kurtz, but five years was enough time for the Primarch to establish his values, so he could only take preventative measures in advance.

Seeing that Far was lost in thought, Mordred pulled out his Pip-Boy and connected it to the bridge holographic projector, immediately showing everyone Corax's browser history.

Although it's a bit unethical, what can you do when the Divine Seal Network is based on the Atlas architecture? Mordred has the core code and controls the Box Weapon, so he can spy on Corax's every move.

Upon seeing the browsing history scrolling through the holographic image, Far immediately realized a problem:
"Your Highness, is our father a little kid? Why does he like watching cartoons? Especially shoujo anime! Is our Primarch male or female?"

puff.

Hearing the laughter, Mordred glared at Tom, and after a long pause, she explained:

"It's a son, no, it's a father. You're going to have a father, but he's a little young! He's just a kid, what's wrong with watching some anime for girls? I like watching Dog Eyes Sisters too."

Martian Girl is also good. It was a co-production between Atlas and Mechanicus, and the voice actress is Sangilius.

And think about it, the Primogen isn't an ordinary brat. Don't be fooled by the fact that your father is only five years old; he's growing up fast!

"Kortz was already 3 meters tall by the age of eight. Who would believe that? I was terrified when I saw him!"

Far thought it made sense... my foot! He had planned to bring back the Primarch and make the Legion famous, but it turned out to be just a little kid. He might as well continue following Shadowmoon Wolves or Atlas.

Without the Primarch, the Legion cannot comprehend the true significance of the Primarch to the Legion. Farr is currently in this state, having reluctantly agreed.

Because the 19th Legion had always followed Shadowmoon Wolf, a so-called wolf culture had emerged within the legion.

What these bastards need is a strong leader, a powerful father who can lead them to dominate the galaxy and adorn their armor with honor, not a brat who watches anime for girls.

"Are you sure? You said it yourself!"

Fardu was shocked, thinking, "Could it be that His Highness can read minds? How does he know what I'm thinking?"

"Are you wondering how I know what you're thinking? And do you suspect I can read your mind?"

Far, who had a lot on his mind, nodded, and then saw Mordred looking at him like he was an idiot.

"Please, hasn't anyone said you have a lot of facial expressions? I had the same expression when I first met Makara, exactly like you."

Based on my analysis, you might be a repressed person with a lot of inner monologues; this is an issue that needs treatment!

Fard admitted that the Primarch was the Primarch, and to be able to see his own face was much harder than mind reading! And why did he always think about such random things? Was he really a repressed pervert?
"Stop thinking about it. If you keep thinking about it, I think your brain will explode. Don't drink other people's things in the future. If I hadn't acted quickly, you might have blown up."

As for what you just said, I think you'd better not be so decisive, otherwise you might get slapped in the face for saying it.

Far said it was impossible, absolutely impossible. Bringing children? Not even a dog!

(End of this chapter)