Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 243 The Rise of the Wolf Clan: The Space Wolf (Part 5)
Werewolves are not a powerful race. They are physically weak, lack psionic energy, and have extremely backward technology. Most importantly, they are also particularly cowardly.

Fortunately, the little werewolves encountered Mordred and Ruth, two Primarchs who were quite eccentric, and the spark of ambition began to spread rapidly within these little creatures.

In just five years, as many guards disappeared, more and more werewolves tasted meat, and once they were stained with blood, they could no longer accept that pig-like life.

As the saying goes, the poor rely on mutations while the rich rely on technology. Mordred may not know much else, but she is definitely an expert in heresy.

Within the Empire, Mordred was unable to fully utilize his talents due to various restrictions, but things were different here.

Hate intelligence, create it! Biochemical experiments, carry them out! Even in psionic research, which he himself is not good at, there is the cunning villain Ruth.

Back then, that tech genius, Fu, could create a powerful bio-beast comparable to the Glory Queen-class warship using only biomass fused from ordinary people, and Master Mo's skills are no less impressive.

To obtain super soldiers, the method is very simple. The most cost-effective solution is to create Space Marines and transform werewolves into real space wolves.

The problem is that Space Marines need the Gene Seed, a mystical creation, and since both of them are currently projections, they can't conjure up a Gene Seed at all.

As for going to the Warp to retrieve a fragment of a god and recreate the Primarch, like the old man did? Forget about it, neither of them has that capability!

Fortunately, Mordred possesses life alchemy, and Ruth has the complete genetic blueprint of the Spiral of Wolves. Since the Space Marines cannot create them, they can skip the problem and instead create knock-off Thunder Warriors.

Under the premise of ensuring that they could reproduce on their own, a large number of werewolves volunteered to participate in the experiment, and Mordred also completely let go of himself and began to frantically modify the werewolf genes, turning them into powerful soldiers whose individual strength was comparable to that of the Oglins.

Aside from a fondness for sleeping in late, the modified individual can be considered quite successful.

The only thing that restricts Mordred is some special materials, but just because he doesn't have them doesn't mean that Princess Mei Yangyang, the princess of the empire, isn't qualified to allocate them.

Looking at the assembly line inside the factory, which was completely controlled by robots, Mei Yangyang nodded: "Well done, I didn't expect you to have this kind of talent."

"Of course, this is a work assistant that I personally programmed. If it weren't for the time constraints, I could have written an even more perfect AI."

Using wolf slaves for production was far too inefficient. Rather than letting them die meaninglessly, it would be better to replace them with intelligent machines, thus providing us with enough manpower to develop our legion.

With efficiency soaring, excess production can be freely allocated to manufacture weapons and equipment for the legion.

As for whether anyone will investigate the missing ingredients, rest assured, I've already taken care of everything, and absolutely no one will know our little secret.

In terms of administrative ability, Mordred is no less capable than Guilliman. After all, Atlas is the Imperial Tax Commissioner. If he wants to investigate taxes, he must understand the incredibly complex types of taxes. Otherwise, he has no reason to cause trouble.

When creating the Primarchs, the Emperor equally endowed each Primarch with a super brain, whose computing speed completely surpassed the Empire's most advanced Thinker array, reaching a level of mysticism.

It can be said that if they wanted to, every Primarch could become the greatest scientific researcher among mankind. Even Vulcan, who seemed to be slow to react, was able to design a series of heavy armors such as the Saturn Terminator after some thought.

But having enough hardware doesn't mean having a good brain. Whenever a problem arises, the super brain will command the Primarch to use its own super power. After all, why should I use my brain when I can kill something with a single slap?
But things are different now. The two brothers, whose strength is far less than before and who can only be compared to free-range chickens running on the peaceful grasslands, can only start using their brains in this era.

Following Mordred's footsteps, Pleasant Goat and her confidants arrived at an underground entrance. At first, it was narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, but after walking several dozen steps, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious place.

In the bustling underground cave, countless werewolves were working diligently, frantically breaking up ash. Beside them, in addition to automated machinery, were some over two-meter-tall giant werewolves undergoing training.

"What is this?" "Madam, this is our legion!" Mordred jumped onto Pleasant Goat's shoulder and beckoned a werewolf who was practicing shooting.

The emerald green evil energy flickered, and Mei Yangyang subconsciously ignored Mordred's overstepping of bounds, instead perceiving it as an expression of intimacy.

Looking at the tall werewolf in front of her, who was stronger than the average sheep soldier but incredibly submissive, Mei Yangyang believed that if such a powerful soldier were equipped with standard armor, he would be no less formidable than the Imperial Army.

Hearing the commotion, Russ also came over and explained the legion's structure to everyone, and even organized a combat exercise.

After watching the whole thing, the investor, Pleasant Goat, was very satisfied with the two brothers' performance and immediately asked the most crucial question: how many soldiers does the legion have now?
"Eight hundred!"

"Only eight hundred?"

Mordred knew he would ask that question, and explained that 800 was the maximum force they could muster at the moment. They had been conducting modification experiments, and this was only the first batch.

To boost the client's confidence, Mordred led everyone to a secret laboratory, where countless incubation tanks contained werewolves undergoing upgrades and modifications.

"Mother, look, this is the second batch of werewolf soldiers, a total of 1000 incubation tanks. Including the first batch of modifiers, there are a total of 1800 people, and half of them are men and half are women."

Based on the werewolf breeding cycle, we only need to wait another 300 years to build a powerful army capable of sweeping across the empire.

"Three hundred years? Are you kidding me? I can't wait that long."

Due to repeated brainwashing over the past few years, Mei Yangyang has successfully become a persecution maniac, always feeling that someone wants to harm her and that the empire is about to collapse, so she must revitalize the court and carry out a purge of corrupt officials.

He even imagined a non-existent enemy, believing that his father, the current emperor of the Sheep Clan, Dao Yangyang, was attempting to sacrifice himself to the empire to become a god.

Looking around, all she saw were treacherous officials. Mei Yangyang couldn't wait 300 years; if she waited any longer, it would be too late. She immediately asked her two sons if they had any good ideas.

Mordred and Ruth exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves, "You said it yourself, don't blame us later."
"Yes, yes!"

“As long as Mother invests more resources, we can build more modification factories. There are 3000 million werewolves on the Kra 2, which means that as long as we have enough resources, we can have a continuous supply of soldiers. If…”

"What do you mean?" Pleasant Goat pressed.

"If we can open up the starport, we can produce warships on our own. With the production capacity of intelligent AI, coupled with fearless werewolf soldiers, we can build a space fleet in less than 30 years."

Upon hearing this, the loyal followers who had come with Pleasant Goat reacted immediately, saying that it was absolutely unacceptable, as doing so would be treason.

But Mei Yangyang, whose mind was already consumed by evil energy, didn't care about any of that. She smashed those noisy fellows to pieces with a single blow, then turned to look at Mordred and Ruth:

"Then I'll give you thirty years! After thirty years, I want to see an invincible fleet. You won't disappoint your mother, will you?"

"Hey, I've lived up to my mother's expectations!"

(End of this chapter)