Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 25: It's an irresistible gravity! Run!

As the undisputed bloodthirsty spearhead of the Great Crusade, the Space Marines can be considered a near-perfect biological weapon. So the question is, how strong are the Canned Boys?

The answer is yes, but the strength is limited!
Don't be fooled by the fact that the Space Marines are called the Emperor's Angels of Death; each one of them is a formidable and powerful figure. They are not invincible; it all depends on who they are compared to.

What's that saying again? As long as you're willing to risk everything and dare to bring down a demigod, even the strongest Space Marines haven't reached the level of fantasy powerhouses; they're still carbon-based life forms.

In this messed-up galaxy where offense far outweighs defense, not to mention the monsters and demons encountered during the Great Expedition, even a can of food would be instantly killed by a single shot from a single-soldier Molten Core.

Even so, the Space Marines, these cyborg soldiers, were sufficient to ensure the Emperor's Great Crusade's strength.

The Space Marines' strength is not innate, but acquired through nineteen genetic modification surgeries, combined with countless battle experiences accumulated on the battlefield, ultimately enabling them to take on hundreds of enemies and create miracles on the battlefield.

However, war inevitably results in casualties. In order to replenish troops and to ensure that the Primarch could be used as one's own hand, the Emperor used a very ingenious method: the Geneseed.

This magical little thing is the foundation of an entire legion. Only it can transform the cyborgs into something extraordinary and grant the canned creatures the power of their genetic father.

As for why the legion was expanded in this way, even if it wasn't explicitly stated, Mordred could guess a thing or two, since the Emperor would never allow a new human force to ride on the Empire's head.

Space Marines, who are powerful thanks to surgery and genetic seeds, will not produce offspring like canned goods even if they mate with ordinary people; they must undergo further modification.

But now the Great Sage wants Mordred to steal gene seeds from other legions. Isn't that ridiculous?

"I don't understand, isn't there any other way?"

The Great Sage did not speak immediately this time. Instead, he took out two gene seeds and let Mordred see them for himself. One was from the Second Legion, and the other was from the Son of War.

Having been back with the Legion for so long, this was Mordred's first time observing the gene seed up close, and he immediately saw the problem.

Compared to Guilliman's great-grandchildren, the Second Legion's gene seed resembled an alien placenta, with several fleshy tentacles growing wildly on it, as if it possessed self-awareness.

Perhaps sensing the existence of itself as the supreme mother entity, a single eye emerged from beneath its fleshy tentacles, gazing longingly at him.

"grass!"

"Since things have come to this, don't blame me for being ruthless. Great Sage, how many other legions' stockpiles of gene seeds does Atlas still have?"

"327, and 326 of them belong to the Thirteenth Legion, one to the Emperor's son, and that one I just dug up."

Mordred resigned herself to her fate. After all, the Second Legion was full of secrets, and she figured she might as well have plenty of trouble. Rather than wasting her own time, she might as well annoy others.

He even suspected that the Emperor had dispersed the Second Legion because he knew the true nature of Atlas. With this restriction, as long as Mordred still cared about the Legion, he would never be able to break away from the Empire.

"Wow! You've really planned this perfectly. You even guessed my idea of ​​going solo. No wonder you didn't ask me to go on a grand expedition, and no wonder you gave me so much authority."

"Haki Huang, you bastard!"

If you've already formed a strong alliance, at least increase the number of your own legions first. Otherwise, the more you fight, the fewer your legions will become, and Atlas will simply exist in name only.

"Krag, relay my orders: make the following deployments:"

"Select qualified recruits for training, and use these three hundred-plus seeds to provide fresh blood for the legion. Remember to do things cleanly. As for the rest, I'll figure it out."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Soon, Mordred issued a new order: while maintaining logistical support, the Second Legion would gradually send personnel to participate in the Great Expedition and cooperate with other brother legions in combat.

Behind the scenes, Mordred, after much deliberation, finally gathered all the offspring he could recall and told them the ultimate secret of the legion.

Surprisingly, upon learning this secret, the Atlas did not panic. Instead, they engaged in a rather abstract discussion about which legion's seed would be the most powerful to merge.

Some say it is the Child of a Thousand Sores, because it teaches people to use wondrous magic.

Some say they're space wolves, which would give them wild animal instincts, and maybe even turn them into cool werewolves and dogs frolicking on the grasslands. He's been wanting to try dog ​​food for a while now.

Some people even wondered if they could freely scavenge from other legions if they merged with their seeds. How could it be considered theft if one's own people were taking what belongs to their own people?

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, we Atlas are the most awesome! I'm going to steal all your treasures and steal your fatherly love, so you can only secretly wipe away your tears in secret!!"

hey-hey. "

Countless bizarre and absurd theories were uttered, creating a chaotic scene in the dark hall, as if demons were dancing wildly. Only Nine-Lian kept repeating, "I am Alpharis, we are all Alpharis!" drawing scorn from the crowd.

Looking at his incredibly optimistic offspring, Mordred's mindset gradually changed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Although faint, it lacked the pretense of the past.

Perhaps it's time for him to wake up from that memory.

Click—a series of flashes interrupted the giant's thoughts. Just as Mordred was about to see which unlucky son was so blind, he found himself surrounded.

"Father, your smile is so beautiful! Hehe."

The sudden outburst stunned Mordred for a full second. He realized his charm seemed to have increased again, but this was quickly followed by a shameful rage, and he grabbed the rebellious son who had courted death.

"Brian, what the hell are you talking about? You son of a bitch, instead of learning from that good guy Horus, you're acting like a sexist! I'm your father!!"

"Look at Goff, why isn't he this freakish? How can you be a good Black Knight guard like this? Do you expect me to have to be on guard against you every day?"

Brian, who was being scolded, didn't care about that. His mind was so dizzy that he had forgotten everything else and just wanted to get closer, especially to that bright blond hair that smelled of oranges. He really wanted to touch it!

What's even more terrifying is that Brian wasn't the only one who was bewitched. Upon hearing the Primarch call his name, Goff Maine, who had already put away his camera, dashed forward and knocked the company commander away, taking his place.

"Father, are you saying that I am your pride?"

"..."

Fortunately, there were still normal people here. The Great Sage's holographic image appeared beside the throne, reporting to Mordred:

"Oh no, Your Highness! Why aren't you turning on the lights? Never mind, that's not important."

The Third Primarch, Vorgrim, has sent a login request, along with the Third Legion. We've been discovered!

(End of this chapter)