Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 225 Whose head is empty?

As the saying goes, you have to love what you do. Mordred, who has been working on finding Primarchs, naturally wouldn't forget his primary job.

Even if Corax is a well-rounded, normal being who is on par with Guilliman, the necessary procedures still need to be followed.

Mordred gave his little brother a week off to let him bond with his offspring. When the time was up, Mordred dragged Corax to his lair.

He must steal Corax's gene seed to fill his precious Primal Blood Stack.

Although his older brother was a bit too familiar, the Crow King didn't think much of it. Instead, he felt that his brother was concerned about him and wanted to give him a check-up because he was afraid that something was wrong with him. He felt warm inside.

"Second brother, you don't need to hold me back, I can do it myself!"

Seeing his younger brother's cooperation, Mordred couldn't help but sigh. He was indeed a revolutionary; his awareness was far beyond what those useless brothers who only knew how to eat could compare to.

Inside the Abomination, Corax, dressed in very little clothing, lay on the operating table, while Evelynia stood beside him, watching her younger brother.

For Evelynia, who had spent her entire life in the mines and had never even seen the sun, the bright and clean Abomination filled her with dread. But even so, she followed Corax here.

"Second brother, am I alright?"

"No problem, it's just a bit malnourished. You'll be fine after eating a few more meals when you get back. You might experience some pain afterward, but that's normal."

Holding the strange artifact, Mordred swung her claws, piercing Corax's arm directly. A strange substance shimmering with dark light was extracted on the spot and placed into the prepared Blood Stack.

As the small piece of material was removed, Colaxton felt something was missing, but quickly regained it.

Seeing her younger brother's puzzled look, Mordred turned to Sally and asked her, now a grown woman, to take Averynia away first.

Thirty years have passed since Mordred discovered Sally. After confirming that she was not some special new type of Archmage, Mordred brought her into Atlas and made her her steward.

Sally was clearly well-suited for the role, growing from a clueless little kid into a nanny who handled Mordred's chores and also serving as Atlas's chief of etiquette.

As the laboratory doors closed again, Mordred returned the Blood Stack to its original position, pulled up the now-dealt with Corax, and said with a smug look on his face:
"This thing is called the Primal Blood Stack. As you probably know, the Empire has 20 Space Marine Legions, and each Legion has its Primarch. This thing contains the genetic samples of each of our brothers."

With it, I can create unique gene seeds for each legion, ensuring that the legions don't encounter major problems.

Corax nodded. A week had passed since he returned to the Legion. During this time, he had been catching up on his studies and had learned many secrets that only the Primarchs knew, including Mordred's records of treating genetic diseases for multiple Legions.

Each legion has its own characteristics, and in the eyes of all Space Marines, the Atlas are specialists in logistics, and doctors are naturally included in their duties.

What they didn't know was that when the Emperor created the Primarch, the doctor's position wasn't Mordred, but rather Angron and Sisyphus.

One team provides psychological support and connects all the original genetic prototypes, while the other performs genetic modification to ensure that the Space Marines do not mutate excessively from the original template they were designed for.

As for Primarch #2, after Lion King successfully created it, the Emperor's confidence soared. He felt that he was invincible and wanted to create an Ultimate Primarch that combined the strengths of many schools of thought, possessed a strong curiosity, could serve as a scientist, and was as great as himself.

And it's not just about being able to get into the lab, it has to be able to go to the battlefield! It has to be more powerful and domineering, stuffing everything into it, all we want are numbers.

Unfortunately, while the idea was wonderful, the actual implementation fell far short of the goal. In other words, possessing all the characteristics of the Primarch meant possessing all the weaknesses of the Primarch.

As the emperor who is the client, he placed a colorful black order on himself who is also the supplier. With this twisting force of the left brain attacking the right brain, Peturabo is definitely the yellow weasel's favorite daughter.

As expected, the Emperor, who was the most greedy and unwilling to take on more than he could handle, ruined Primarch 2.

Left with no other choice, the Emperor stuffed Mordred, who had fallen to Holy Terra, into the tank, hoping to salvage the situation. He kept adding water when there was too much flour, and flour when there was too much water, until the tank was turned into a garbage can.

Along with the Second Legion, which was originally a well-informed army, it was corrupted by Mordred into fel warriors and eventually completely abandoned any thought of fighting on the front lines, but was more interested in making money in the rear.

Conversely, the Emperor did achieve his goal. From Mordred to Atlas, everyone had an extremely strong curiosity and a sharp mind, but this trait was all used for slacking off, cheating, and deceiving.

After all, considering Mordred was able to teach Oglin to count from 1 to 100, and Atlas was able to tame a demon into a Paru, wouldn't you say he's a smart one? Even the Demon Lord of a Thousand Transformations couldn't do that.

Seeing her younger brother's thirst for knowledge, Mordred's doting side kicked in. She led him around, showing him around and recounting her own great inventions, while also subtly disparaging the Emperor. If Mordred inherited the Emperor's shamelessness, then Corax clearly inherited his social anxiety.

For the melancholic gothic youth Corax, Mordred was just a wild dog with nowhere to put its energy, and as for these so-called great inventions, the pragmatic Corax found it hard to evaluate.

But he couldn't speak ill of him, after all, his second brother had given him so much. That son named Fal was always saying nice things about his second brother, so it was hard for him not to remember.

Looking at the various items on the shelves, Corax couldn't understand what these things were for, such as this 13-in-1 shampoo.

Shampoo is fine for cleaning your hair, so why can it also be used as conditioner, shower gel, toothpaste, mouthwash, eye drops, toilet cleaner, sports drinks, egg whites, engine oil, tempered glass screen protectors, shoe polish, clear soup base, and hair removal cream?

And then you add, "Technology changes lives"? Is this how you use your technology? Who in their family uses hair removal cream to wash their hair?

Corax's sarcastic spirit was burning brightly, and he immediately asked the question, but Mordred replied with disbelief:

Don't you think that's awesome?

"What's with this collar? What kind of dog wears such a big collar?!"

Following Corax's finger, a heavy metal collar was placed in the static field, and to show off its high-end status, it was made of extremely rare shimmering gold.

But to Corax, this thing was more like an indescribable sex toy, which even had an electric shock function.

"Oh, you mean this? Actually, this is a gift I planned to give to Feralus, while the shampoo I gave you before was for Horus, but I removed the hair removal cream label."

But don't underestimate this collar! You know, Felus has a weak neck. With this thing on, even if he's beheaded, or even if his whole body is shattered, his neck will remain unharmed.

Clarks believed that if a person was completely shattered, it would be meaningless if the neck was intact, but his strange expression triggered Mordred's underlying logic, and he continued to talk on and on.

This collar has a built-in miniature void shield that can absorb planetary magnetic fields to power itself, and it also uses experimental nanotechnology to repair itself.

"Most importantly, it is also a life support device. If the host suffers a fatal blow, such as amputation below the neck, it will activate instantly, sending out mechanical tentacles to allow the host to make a final struggle."

When talking about his great invention, Mordred's eyes filled with boundless pride. If it weren't for the exorbitant cost, comparable to three Guardians of the Clan, Mordred would have wanted to use the device on power armor.

When a veteran of the legion dies, just put a set on him, and there's no need to arrange any more Dreadnoughts. Just put him on a tank and he can drive. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
Afterwards, Mordred introduced Corax to something like a transformation potion that could make people young again, but at the cost of turning their ears into cat ears.

A bio-remodeling device that can repair any damage, even if it's been smashed into mincemeat, but at the cost of becoming a large egg that requires a long incubation period...

There are even Primarch Dreadnoughts that can be used by Primarchs, costing as much as a Luna-class cruiser and resembling an oversized toilet.

In short, these inventions highlight an abstract concept; their effectiveness is undeniable, but the cost is extremely high.

The perceptive Corax believed that his second brother, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, was definitely not crazy; he must have his reasons for doing this.

Combining the clue from his casual conversation with his offspring that Mordred knew everything about him even before they met, along with these suggestive remarks, especially the collar given to Feralus.

The perceptive Corax believed that Mordred must have had a purpose in making these ridiculous gadgets, but what was he on guard against?

Returning to the Blood Stack once more, and gazing at this artifact that contained the genetic samples of each of his brothers, Corax had a premonition that he might see it again in the future.

Seeing his little brother staring at his precious treasure, Mordred quickly put away the Blood Stack, saying that there were two of them, and the other one was with Old Man Huang. He told him that if he liked it, he should ask Old Man Huang for it, and not to try to get it from him.

Corax thought he was probably overthinking it; it was very likely that Mordred was a madman and a bit possessive of his food.

But the Raven King quickly changed his mind, simply because Mordred asked him a question:
"Want to have some fun?"

"No, that's not a good idea!"

(End of this chapter)