Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 230 gradually unfolds.

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After several days of rest, the last Primarch returned to the Empire.

To celebrate this historic moment, Mordred immediately sent Omega back to Holy Terra after he recovered, so that he could keep his good brother/sister Alpha company.

If it were any other Primarch, Mordred would have given him a good dressing down, but Omega was better off not doing so. He was afraid that if he delayed too long, the guy might remember something random.

As for the genetic contamination, the Emperor is in Holy Terra, and the original Blood Stacks are still on the Moon.

If even this small problem can't be solved, then the yellow weasel shouldn't be an emperor at all. He should just abdicate and let Makado seize power. After all, he's just a sword-wielding Oglin.

But just when she feared it, Mordred, who was sunbathing on her pink Titan, turned her head and saw a dog-man looking down at her.

His eyes revealed three parts speechlessness, three parts mockery, three parts disdain, and the remaining ninety-six parts were all lingering stench.

"I am coming!"

"..."

Mordred turned his head, without saying a word, and flipped over like a salted fish, exposing his buttocks.

Perhaps feeling that his cool entrance was a bit silly, Alpha, dressed in a black and white pirate dog outfit, or rather, disguised as the pirate dog Casca, jumped down and started pawing at Mordred, who was pretending to be dead.

"You inherently evil Mo Lao Er, stop playing dead and say something! How did you see through my brilliant disguise?"

Mordred remained silent. He wasn't some brain-dead Imperial Guard. Why would he waste the good sunshine playing a bloody game with that wretched Alpha?

The best way to deal with such problem children is to ignore them and they'll behave on their own eventually.

Seeing that Mordred was still as nonchalant as ever, Alpha, unable to bear the cold violence any longer, took out two gold coins.

Sure enough, Mordred, who was greedy for money, instantly did a 180-degree turn, and even pulled out a recliner from behind his back and set it up for his good buddy:

"Although your disguise is flawless, and even your scent is exactly the same as Casca's, to the point that even I, the chieftain of the Atlas clan, cannot tell the difference, I think you have two fatal flaws."

"..."

"..."

Seeing the longing in Mordred's eyes, Alpha sighed helplessly and immediately threw out ten gold dogs.

"I really don't know why you're so greedy. You're the leader of a legion, and the whole empire knows that Atlas is a bunch of rich bastards. Is it really necessary to be so stingy?"

"Tch! You don't know anything, this is called being thrifty and managing a household well," Mordred said, now in a different form.

"In my hometown, money may not be everything, but you can't do anything without it. Don't weasels also like to stand on the stage and go crazy, doing slow-motion movements with their left and right hands?"

If you let go of even this one thing you can hold onto, your humanity will slowly crumble, turning you into a living dead! You might even end up like you, a deformed Oglin.

Alpha felt that Mordred was mocking him. "Living dead? Don't think I haven't played games. I've completed the entire 'Ghost of the Empire' trilogy."

As for that so-called hometown, Alpha, who was good at uncovering secrets, knew that it was none other than Holy Terra from the 3K era, wasn't it? Makado had told him about it.

"Don't interrupt, tell me quickly where my disguise went wrong."

It's not a weasel after all. If the Emperor were here, he would definitely be sabotaging Mordred and yelling at him for going to link the fire, saying his whole family went to link the fire.

"First of all, Casca is my old subordinate. Like the other seven members of the Eight Dogmen, he is scattered in various legions."

Breathless Storm – Niz the Dog in Shadowmoon Wolf, Parched Earth – Baine in Iron Warrior, Savage Lightning – Rehgar in Deathguard, Radiant Ice – Seven in Thousand Sons.

Bloodhound Guts in Son of the Emperor, Deathwish - Vera, and my Shadow Hunter Casca were sent to the Ultramarines.

"Why did Guilliman send two people? Shouldn't it be the World Eater and the White Scar?"

Alpha looked at Mordred. Based on the whereabouts of these dog-man commanders, Alpha deduced a certain pattern. Combining this with the legion data, there shouldn't be any Ultramarines, and there shouldn't even be any Shadowmoon Wolves.

Instead of directly answering Alpha's questions, Mordred brought up some completely unrelated topics:

"Brother, Tranquility is indeed in the rainy season right now, and today's sunny weather is quite rare. You can see dog-men curled up in a ball taking a nap all over the streets and alleys, and Tranquility people napping on top of dog-men. It's kind of interesting, back when Atlas was penniless, that magical STC module ensured we never lacked starch."

This tiny thing attracted a large number of refugees to Atlas, solved the food problem, and thus promoted the first ■ year plan. It even made the people of the entire star sector develop a love for pasta, to the point that they would faint after lunch.

It has been a full century since I returned to the empire. To outsiders, the Tranquil 50s may seem like nothing more than a bunch of nouveau riche, but I have fulfilled my promise.

"So, are you bragging to me about your achievements?" Alpha asked, turning his head as he took the orange juice offered to him.

"No, I just want to say that I don't like lying. After all, if you're going to lie, you have to lie big, so you can't arouse their suspicion in advance. Therefore, I'm going to tell you some little secrets."

Actually, my initial plan was to send the dog-man to the World Eaters, and I even considered sending Rambo to the Dark Angels and Casca to the Imperial Fists.

"Then why isn't it a white scar?" After saying that, Alpha saw Mordred looking at him like he was an idiot, which made him a little insecure.

"Nonsense, even you think White Scar is unreliable, which means that 99.9% of people think so. Don't insult my amazing wisdom with your nonsense. The Khan understands better than anyone else."

As for why they didn't go to the Imperial Fist and the World Eater, isn't that obvious? Dorne is just a stinking rock. I even suspect that the galaxy has been destroyed, and there's still a mouth there chanting 'I am Rogdorne'.

This is really scary.

"Angron, are you genuinely clueless or just pretending? I don't believe your son hasn't infiltrated the World Eaters. They're natural counters to spies. Even a piece of trash like you couldn't get in, so why should I send my underlings to suffer?"

Alpha thought about it and realized that among the 20 legions, the World Eaters and the Space Wolves were the forbidden territory of Hydra.

The Dark Angels are even more hellish in difficulty. He still doesn't understand why there are so many small groups within a legion. Can that bastard Zhuang Sen even tell them apart?

As for Atlas, it's not a matter of understanding or not; it's even more hydra-like than Hydra itself, and even it has crashed and burned.

"That……"

"Don't ask anymore. I know what you're going to say as soon as you open your mouth. No matter what, the potential of the Ultra Warriors to mass produce troops is too terrifying. That's why I sent two dog-men to lead them there."

"No matter what, Mrs. Euton can't be harmed; she's someone who could be my mother!"

As a chosen worker, Alpha is the only fourth person besides Mordred, the Emperor, and Macado who knows the details of the grand plan, and even then, he only knows the general outline.

His visit was personally instructed by Macado, who wanted to inquire about Mordred's subsequent plans.

Now that this inherently evil Mo Lao Er has chosen his candidate, he should just go back and report the truth. But Alpha is still very curious about how he was exposed.

After all, you have to love what you do. The young agent's repeated failures made him start to question his life.

"Tell me quickly, I understand that Casca shouldn't be in Tranquility, but what's the other reason?"

Alpha's behavior is like a restaurant owner going to the kitchen of a restaurant across the street and asking the competitor why their food is so delicious, and even asking for the recipe in person.

Logically speaking, Mordred would never reveal this little secret, but he believed that even if he did, Alpha or the entire Hydra army would never be able to learn it.

"temperament!"

"Huh? What kind of temperament? Explain yourself clearly!"

Alpha was really anxious; he desperately wanted to know this little secret, he'd been dreaming about it all along.

Mordred returned to the Empire 100 years ago, but this problem has plagued him for 90 years, making it impossible for him to sleep soundly.

Mordred didn't hold back and immediately summoned Tom through the mental network. To make it even more obvious, he also called over Arcee, the commander of the Spartan Legion, and his good apprentice Rambo.

Along with himself, he was neatly arranged in front of Alpha in the order of large, medium, small, and extra-large cups.

Upon seeing these four Atlas-like figures—the Primarch, Spartans, Space Marines, and Dogmen—Alpha finally understood.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Ninety years, a full ninety years! Just because of this? I don't agree, I don't agree!"

Is it because I'm not an idiot that I can't get in?
Forget it, let's just destroy it!

(End of this chapter)