Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 231 A Forgotten One

Alpha left, filled with doubt and resentment, slinking away from Tranquility, from this place that had caused him so much pain.

There are no secrets hidden until now, only a bunch of idiots who look up with their left eye and down with their right, from the original genetic material to the roadside dog people!
When everyone else is abnormal, the one who is normal is the most abnormal person.

Alpha considered himself the most intelligent Primarch, and Hydra was the Imperium's most skilled agent, but cleverness backfired. A fool is a natural enemy of a clever mind!
There's something Mordred didn't say: even if Alpha's disguise was flawless and he overcame this obstacle, he could only infiltrate the outer perimeter of Atlas.

Unless Alpharis can, like Atlas, add another surgery after the 19 gene enhancement surgeries to connect to the mind network and embrace fel energy.

Otherwise, he would never be able to infiltrate Atlas, but if he did, it would be uncertain whether the Space Marines who infiltrated were Alpha or Atlas.

With Alpha gone, Mordred, who was living in his hometown, started slacking off again.

In the morning, I do scientific research; in the afternoon, I patrol my territory; and in the evening, I make friends with heroes from all walks of life, using Mordred's dinner to generate foreign exchange for the peaceful 50 world.

And he always goes to bed before 10 p.m. every night, and even drinks a glass of hot milk, never leaving fatigue for the next day. His daily routine is quite regular.

Meanwhile, Atlas continued their logistics operations, and ships bearing the black and red letter 'a' could be seen on every battlefield of the Great Expedition.

As the Divine Spire was steadily constructed, a vast network spanning the galaxy was unfolded, uniting every world and every empire's inhabitant once again into a single entity.

With the help of this global project that even the four peddlers praised, a large number of storage worlds constructed by Atlas in its early stages began to exert their power.

The successful transition of the human empire from a primitive interstellar slave system to an interstellar feudal monarchy can be described as an unprecedented and great victory.

Mordred believed that if he had another 200 years, he could cover half the empire with the Divine Spire and achieve the most basic communication.

While other legions fought on the front lines of the Great Crusade, Atlas scavenged resources in the rear. Leveraging its powerful logistics system, these resources were then transported back to the heart of the Empire, where they were put into full production alongside the Forgeworld.

Then these weapons, equipment, and supplies are used to support the legion and even the entire empire.

A seemingly simple but cyclical system was thus formed, growing bigger and stronger, and creating new glories!

Driven by such enormous profits, Mordred didn't even need to resort to any underhanded tactics; the money-grubbing tech enthusiasts instantly knelt down and sent people to Ningjing, crying and begging to join the Second Empire.

Don't think that money is useless just because the human empire doesn't have a unified currency. So-called currency is just an equivalent; the resources it represents are the most important.

No matter how brilliant a mechanical engineer is, he can't do scientific research without funding. If his academic research doesn't meet the standards, he won't even be approved to become a mechanical sage. And he wants to be a great mechanical sage? Dream on!
The first thing to do when joining the Mechanical Cult is to learn how to attract investment. No matter how far-fetched the project is, as long as you can fool the investors, you're a good mechanical enthusiast. The most successful one among them is Mars Forging General Kopolhal.

His greatest achievements were signing the Olympia Accords with the Emperor, building the Glory Queen-class battleships for the Legion, and making the Cult of Mechanics one of the heads of the Empire's Twin Eagles.

This forging general was quite a character. He openly swore to Atlas as if Mordred had killed his own mother, but secretly he was so close to Master Mordred that they were practically inseparable. He was the kind of person who made money without lifting a finger.

Compared to other slickers, Hal is more like a politician, emphasizing his slickness.

“Your Highness, our smuggling business has become much more difficult since you stepped down as commander-in-chief. Although Horus is the son of the first king, in my heart, you are the true commander-in-chief.”

It's a pity our commander is taking things too far; he's fixated on our smuggling ships, which is truly outrageous.

Mordred shook his head, and after searching for a while, finally found a mechanical tentacle within Hal's massive, knight-like body that he could reach. He immediately activated his signature skill—"Holding Arms Together"—to soothe him:
"Hal, as the saying goes, he is loyal to his sovereign and loves his country. Horus is doing his job in his position. He is a proper Imperial War Marshal, unlike me."

To be honest, I bought my position as commander-in-chief to make money, but as a man, I have to save face, so I have to step down and give way to a more capable person.

But you also know, don't let my apparent wealth fool you. The moment I open my eyes, countless mouths are staring at me expectantly. I'm just a hair on this vast ocean; don't you know where the lion's share is?"

Hal knew perfectly well that as one of the Emperor's confidants, he was a true veteran of the Eagle Banner. He was the one who sent the mechanical sage in the Netway Project, so how could he not know whose black glove the Second Prince was?

"Your Highness, what about the STC you promised before..."

Before Hal could finish speaking, he saw Mordred pull a small box out from behind his back and open it right in front of him. Inside were the STC build modules he had been longing for, two of them!

"Hey, Second Prince, I've known you're smart since you were little. I even held you when you were still in the incubator."

"Haha, you're really lucky!"

After seeing off his business partners, Mordred, as is customary, should now drink a glass of warm milk and then lie in bed to drift off to sleep.

But just as Mordred had finished showering, changed into his beloved dog pajamas, and was lying in bed scrolling through silly videos to clear his mind, he suddenly felt something wriggling under his feet.

Without thinking twice, Mordred kicked him directly: "Morgan, this is my bed. Go back to your doghouse and don't disturb my sleep."

Mordred would never tolerate a rebellious Hakimi like Morgan. She had to let her know who her master was, otherwise this guy would definitely take advantage of her. He didn't even want to think about what he might do if he dared to sleep with her today.

But Mordred quickly realized that Morgan deserved a beating; this guy dared to grab his foot, so he immediately kicked him again.

However, this kick seemed to flip a switch, and they started scrambling even more enthusiastically.

This is intolerable! His perfect routine is about to be disrupted! Mordred kicked his legs frantically while cursing:

"Morgan, I think you've got too much to do with life, you like to rummage around, huh? You're going to make me unleash my furry fur today, or I'll change my surname to yours."

"What? You're not sleeping in the middle of the night? Are you calling for a ghost?"

A tuft of blue hair peeked out, and with a push of his hands, half of his figure emerged from his chest, looking down at Mordred. It was Morgan himself.

"Wait, if you weren't the one pulling me, then who was?"

(;)ヽ(Д)

The master and servant exchanged a glance, and instantly their hair stood on end. Morgan cried out in terror, "A ghost! A ghost!" and then immediately shrank into Mordred's blanket.

In other film sets, this might have resulted in some boring erotic scenes, but this unscrupulous master and servant pair only wanted to kick the other one out to attract the ghost's attention.

"Get lost, this is my blanket." "Shut up, doesn't a pet's life matter? You only think about yourself."

"It's obvious you've done too many wicked things. Now the evil spirits are coming after you, demanding your life. It's all your fault; you've dragged me down with you."

However, this little blanket is only so big. It was given to Mordred by old Thomas when he was young. It was difficult to cover one person with it, and now it is not enough to cover two people.

The two, who were too preoccupied to care about their own rear ends, could only cover their upper bodies with the blankets and shiver with their big buttocks sticking out.

After all, even evil spirits cannot enter the sacred bed; this is a well-established custom.

But clearly this evil spirit doesn't care about chivalry. Even after shrinking into the blankets, it still wouldn't let Mordred go. Even Morgan felt something grabbing his foot.

"Waaaaah, I don't taste good! You jerk, let go of me! If you want to eat, eat Mordred, he's got more meat."

"You son of a bitch, I knew you were a traitor. If I had known, I wouldn't have kept you. Give me back my brother Carlos's life."

Wait, aren't you a demon? What are you afraid of?!

"Oh right, I'm a demon, what am I afraid of?" Realizing what she'd said, Morgan felt a little embarrassed, but being the proud woman she was, she wouldn't admit to being afraid of ghosts. She quickly changed the subject and retorted:

"You're the Primarch, and you've eaten at least ten thousand,000 demons. What gives you the right to judge me like that?"

Mordred thought about it and realized that ghosts weren't so scary. He was just scaring himself. He knew from the look in her eyes that he wasn't a good person.

He immediately threw off the blanket, wanting to see which blind fool dared to mess with him; they must be tired of living.

But when Mordred saw the ghost's true form, she was so frightened that she screamed:

"Magnus! How did you get in here, you bastard? And you're lying in my bed!"

"Huh? I've been here the whole time."

Mordred suddenly remembered something; it seemed that he had indeed told him that the Emperor had ordered him to go back to Holy Terra and not go anywhere else.

At that time, he was working as Horus's dog in Rome, and the Abomination was suspended on the orbit of the Holy Terra. This unfortunate thing ended up living on his ship.

"So, you've been inside Atlas the whole time, and you've been living there ever since, and no one has discovered you?"

"Um, is it possible that I've always been here? I was even standing next to you at Corax's return ceremony."

Looking at the wise-looking one-eyed sunburnt Oglin in front of him, Mordred vaguely remembered that Magnus had indeed stood next to him during Corax's return ceremony.

But that's not right. Even a spy chief like Ah Fa can spot you at a glance. Why haven't you attracted any attention yet, you conspicuous red-skinned troll?

To prove he wasn't lying, Magnus even took out his terminal in front of Mordred and showed him the photos.

The first picture shows Magnus standing awkwardly between Mordred and Horus inside the Hive Laboratory. The second picture shows him showing off his food in the dining hall, with Mordred bragging to his offspring behind him.

The third picture is taken at the Elven hotel on the Abomination. Corax is soaking in the hot springs and enjoying a massage from a masseuse. Another beautiful Elven woman is giving her a back massage, and in the middle, there is a big golden guy lying there, listening to Mordred spreading rumors about him.

Dead memories are attacking him. Mordred is extremely sensitive to money. He remembers that when he took the Raven King to enjoy himself, he did indeed order three technicians.

Mordred knew exactly how stingy he was. If only two people went over, he would never order a third technician. In other words, Magnus had been there all along, but he hadn't noticed him, and neither had anyone else.

No, it's not that I didn't notice him, but rather that I subconsciously ignored his presence.

The next selfie was even more shocking; Magnus was standing right next to him at Corax's return ceremony.

Ahead of him was the emperor, who was now launching into his long and tedious speech.

"No, something's not right. Even if I didn't notice you, others should have. Even if no one else noticed, the weasel should have been able to see you, right?"

With your bright red color and large size, anyone who sees you will call you "One-Eyed Sunburn Oglin." It's hard not to attract attention.

And most importantly, why are you lying in my bed?

Once her thoughts surfaced, they began to run rampant and unrestrained. In a daze, Mordred seemed to hear the sound of a mirror shattering, along with the exasperated cry of a bird.

Grabbing Magnus's arm, Mordred breathed a slight sigh of relief after making actual physical contact, and then slapped him across the face.

"Ouch~ Why did you hit me?"

"I'm just trying to see if I'm dreaming."

"Then why don't you slap yourself?"

"I'm not stupid, wouldn't it hurt to slap myself?"

Magnus suddenly realized that what he said made a lot of sense and he couldn't refute it, but then he was slapped across the face again.

Seeing Morgan's nonchalant expression, Magnus was truly enraged: "Why did you hit me too?"

"I also want to verify if I'm dreaming."

"..."

Looking at Magnus, who was even redder than before, Mordred said:

"Brother, I smell a conspiracy."

(End of this chapter)