Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 252 The Council of Nicaea

Even in the 30k era, leather products have always been highly sought after and loved by countless people.

Whether it's a warm, comfortable, and luxurious fur coat or a holster issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs to high-ranking officers, they are all synonymous with high value.

Even Space Marines like to carry as much ammunition as possible by attaching a leather weapon belt to their bodies after their power packs are full of ammunition.

This situation improved after Atlas issued high-capacity armored chest rigs to all Legions, but the restless Space Marines then used the leather to make belts, leather jackets, and a range of other everyday items.

Even on the black market, a handmade leather belt crafted by the Angel of Death can fetch an astronomical price, attracting numerous nobles to vie for it.

A belt made by the original gene itself is even more extraordinary; it can be treasured as a work of art and passed down as a family heirloom.

The belt in Mordred's hand was a gift from Vulcan, made from a salamander, a creature unique to Nocturne, and capable of lifting an entire Leman Rustank.

But such a good thing terrified Rambo so much that his legs went weak and he cried out for mercy.

It's not Mordred's fault for abusing dogs; it's just that Rambo, that bastard, doesn't learn anything good and actually cursed him to sit on a golden toilet. Is that thing even fit for a human to sit on? And Macado should knock you unconscious with a stick; otherwise, you'd really be beaten to death.

Seeing that his son was still alive, the father drew out seven wolves and hung them up to whip Rambo. Rambo no longer dared to do it. His eyes no longer showed any desire for worldly things, only cowardice!
Although he was furious, Rambo's words, though rough, were not without merit. If Atlas, which had become the lifeblood of the Empire, were to have problems, the consequences would be absolutely catastrophic.

If you were to ask Mordred what her opinion of the Empire was, it would definitely be in one word—rotten.

As the Great Expedition reached its climax and the Empire's territory expanded, the administrative system that Macado could previously support could no longer keep up, and now even the conscription of Imperial Guards has begun.

This was even with the Divine Seal Terminals prioritizing supply to the Solar Starfield, but the Space Marines were conquering cities and seizing territory at such a rapid pace that some worlds became part of the Empire without even realizing it, and then had to pay taxes.

Let the people suffer a little longer. Once the Great Expedition ends and the Human Network is operational, the Empire will have time to set things right and resolve its internal problems.

It's a complete mess, a powder keg ready to explode at any moment, but at least there's still hope.

On the other hand, Chaos is a complete pile of shit. Compared to Chaos, even shit-flavored chocolate is still chocolate.

During their previous secret plots with the Emperor, every Primarch could have been spoiled like a puff pastry, but Mordred was the only one who wasn't afraid.

With the sharing of mental networks and my own high-dimensional resistance, I'll just stick my ass out and let you fill me up, since I'm infertile anyway.

After all, dimensional barriers are no joke. What good is it for you four peddlers to reign supreme in the subspace? You'll be utterly humiliated in the physical world. How much cream puff can you stuff in? You might as well just eat it all up anyway.

"Hahaha, you're just scaring yourself. Rambo, get out that bottle of champagne I've been saving. I'm going to test if opening champagne at halftime works today!"

"Master, I drank that bottle of wine you had."

"..."

"Alright, then pour me a glass of orange juice."

Soon, a glass of orange juice with green bubbles was placed in front of Mordred. It was cool and refreshing, a rare treat that reminded him of his good brother Vashtor, who was still working hard in Marton.

The Burning Legion has a loyal follower! I must reward my good brother properly when I have the chance, and make sure he dies a gruesome death, reduced to ashes.

However, he still has a use now.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. After finishing her psychological counseling, Luo Jia immediately went to Mordred. Seeing this unstable individual who could easily become a weak point, Master Mo decided to show her the world.

The first stop was undoubtedly the Demon Zone inside the Abomination.

When Luo Jia saw the demons who had been tricked by Atlas being sorted out, with the good ones being turned into demonic weapons and the bad ones being thrown directly into the fel furnace to be burned into fel crystals, he didn't think much of it.

It is reasonable to believe that the weak are born to be ruthlessly dominated by the strong, and Mordred is undoubtedly that strong one.

But what she couldn't understand was why the emperor turned a blind eye to her second brother's behavior, but was so petty and calculating towards her.

Mordred knew this unfortunate child would think that way, so he led her toward the demonic magic circle connecting to Mardon, explaining as they walked:
“Sister, you must think that Old Man Huang is being unfair, but have you ever thought about why only we Atlas can do this?”
I admit that Huang Laohan's imperial truth is indeed somewhat false, but it is a necessary step if you spread the religion throughout the empire and reveal the demons and monsters hidden in the subspace.

"Then tell me, compared to these demons I burned as fuel, are mortals the weak or the strong as you describe them?"

Luo Jia couldn't answer, even though she already knew the answer in her heart, she still stubbornly insisted:
“I believe I can control them. As long as the plan is perfected, the warp is a vast treasure trove, and I am the master of the power.”

Upon hearing this, Mordred was truly confused as to whether Luo Jia was genuinely or feigning idiocy. Why did she suddenly feel that Luo Jia's head was pointy?

"That makes sense, but let me warn you, the last person to say that was Magnus, yes, our big, red brother. You saw how he messed things up, now he's obsessed with protein powder, his arms are thicker than my waist, you don't want to end up like that, do you?"

Even as a Primarch, she suffered from appearance anxiety. When she learned that she might end up looking like Magnus, a muscular brute, Luo Jia felt nauseous and her stomach churned violently after just a moment's thought.

Then she saw Mordred hand her a bright red, large fruit that looked delicious and helped to suppress her nausea!
Without any hesitation, Luo Jia picked up the fruit and stuffed it into her mouth, while Mordred didn't say much and just picked up another whole basket of fruit.

"Ah, it tastes so good! Second brother, what kind of fruit is this? It tastes like meat, and it's a bit sticky and chewy, like a kind of meat jelly made in my hometown."

"If you like it, eat more. As the name suggests, this is a magical variety first discovered by Magnus, called Magnus fruit."

Eat more, I'm about to reveal the truth to you. You'll need energy if you're full. Since you like it, I'll take you to see where the Magnus fruit grows.

Luo Jia thought it made sense. This thing was red and big, a perfect match for Magnus, but she still felt it was a bit strange. She couldn't quite describe the taste, but you know what? It was actually a bit addictive.

Isn't that obvious? How could the taste be right? This is the second step of the Titan Training Method: desensitization therapy, which is most suitable for masochistic little devils like Luo Jia.

Through careful observation, Mordred discovered that Luo Jia was practically his nemesis. If you beat her up, she would say it felt good; if you scolded her, she would hum softly.

But as the saying goes, no one is perfect. Even Mordred has to admit that while she possesses all the advantages of the Primarch, she also inevitably inherits a few minor flaws.

For example, being suspicious, barbaric, shameless, a perfectionist, conflicted, socially conscious, lazy, greedy, lustful, petty, narrow-minded, obsessive-compulsive, irritable and easily angered...

Luo Jia also has a flaw that isn't exactly a flaw: she has an extremely severe case of mysophobia. And this Magnus fruit is the remedy that awakens Luo Jia's senses.

Luo Jia, still unable to figure out what this tasted like, followed Mordred step by step toward the magic circle, carrying a basket of fruit and eating as she went, unaware of the torment that awaited her.

As emerald lightning flashed, two small figures appeared on the Fel Star. Mordred was undoubtedly still the orange and white kobold, the only difference being that the red scarf around her neck was gone.

As for Luo Jia, he turned into a large weasel with a tuft of white fur on his head.

A certain sun once said that fruit must grow on a tree, and this Magnus fruit, without a doubt, must also grow on a tree.

As for why he didn't plant this thing on his own boat, Mordred said he'd seen people grow potted plants, but never dung.

Before Luo Jia could fully experience this novelty, an immense and powerful pressure instantly struck, and Mordred's good brother, Vashtor, appeared directly in front of the magic circle.

Faced with this demonic demigod, Luo Jia, who was merely a projection, couldn't help but tremble with fear driven by instinct. Then she saw her second brother suddenly jump onto the terrifying demon's shoulder and whisper something to it.

Because of the distance, Luo Jia couldn't hear what the two were saying, and couldn't even read lips, because Mordred was now a dog.

But she could sense Vashtor's surprise, and he was looking at her with an incomprehensible gaze.

"you sure?"

“I’m sure! Luo Jia is my own sister, and she loves this kind of thing. Just look at the basket in her hand.”

Vastor looked closely and, sure enough, saw the two remaining Magnus Fruits that had been eaten, and then the whole of Magic City was in a bad mood.

"As expected, your old saying is true: one is never too old to learn. I've lived for so long, and this is the first time I've ever seen such a novel scene."

Three minutes later, looking at the orchard with fruit hanging from the treetops, Luo Jia was attracted by the bright red fruit and frantically stuffed it into her mouth as if she were bewitched.

After she had eaten until she was completely round, Mordred held a glass of fel-infused orange juice, bubbling with green bubbles, to her lips.

"Drink it, my dear sister, and you will understand everything after you drink it."

For some reason, Luo Jia replied as if possessed:
"And what's the price?"

"The price is that it helps with bowel movements and can aid digestion."

Mordred wasn't lying. If such a high concentration of Evil-infused Orange Juice were administered and reacted with the Magnus Fruit in Luo Jia's stomach, and she didn't have a bowel movement, then he'd be in serious trouble.

Meanwhile, just as Mordred was persuading Luo Jia to drink the cup, the Emperor, far away in Holy Terra, suddenly unleashed a burst of extraordinary wisdom:

"Valdor, summon all Primarchs to Nicaea for a council meeting."

(End of this chapter)