Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 254 I Have an Idea

Inside the Abomination, two burly men slumped on the sofa.

The not-so-young younger sister listened with a unique gleam in her eyes as her unreliable older brother recounted his little-known secret.

But as they talked, the topic gradually veered off course.

"Second brother, is that woman named Erda really our mother? And our father has been her concubine all this time?"

"Yes, and not only were they used as concubines, but they were practically used as medicine residue. It was because of this that the weasel, which had developed feelings for us, was released even when Erda went mad and abandoned us brothers and sisters. He still remembered our past relationship."

If you don't believe me, I have a precious video recording of the match here for you to enjoy.

"Isn't this inappropriate? After all, she is our mother."

"Are you going to watch it or not?"

"Please let me have a look."

Mordred felt that Luo Jia not only had severe mysophobia, but was also a rather gossipy bystander. However, as the saying goes, you have to love what you do. Over the years, Old Man Huang had developed a fondness for Luo Jia and had to fulfill this small request.

Mordred tapped his head, and his right eye flashed with an eerie light, playing back the precious image he and Horus had once seen, like a slideshow.

Honestly, none of the Primarchs were ugly, and Erda, as the genetic mother of the Primarchs, was absolutely stunning.

Although their current behavior is somewhat abstract and resembles peeping through a keyhole, it's not Mordred's intention; he's also a victim!

Luo Jia was deeply shocked after reading it and immediately asked a very pointed question: "Where is our father?"

"That one with black hair is it."

"Oh, so my father was quite adept at this during the ancient Terra era?"

Luo Jia clearly hadn't seen much of the world. He was quite adept at playing with weasels, and Mordred knew he had once visited the Comoros. But in Luo Jia's eyes, the contrast between the emperor in the picture and the expressionless golden giant was just too great.

As a precious video clip played, Luo Jia's idealized image of the emperor shattered completely. Taking this opportunity, Mordred asked a question he had long wanted to know but had never dared to:
"Hey sis, what kind of person is Old Man Huang in your eyes?"

"What should he look like? Shouldn't he be a radiant, handsome man with a figure like the statue of Olympia? And very tall, at least 5 meters."

As we all know, the image of an emperor can vary greatly in the eyes of different people, and will automatically become the image that they most admire.

The emperor in Luo Jia's eyes was radiant and godlike, but in Mortarian's eyes he might just be a kind old farmer.

There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people's eyes, and the Emperor was such a remarkable man, with each interpretation different from the last. But there was one person Mordred was certain of: Horus.

"No wonder Horus turned out this twisted way. Being raised by a gentle, kind, golden-haired, dark-skinned hottie for 30 years, who the hell could stand that!"

"What about you, Second Brother?"

"Then you've come to the right person. My eyesight is honed through countless trials; calling them 'eagle eyes' wouldn't be an exaggeration. Psychic illusions are like fiction; they're nothing but farts in my eyes."

Mordred patted his head again. There was no glittering, big golden guy in the picture, only a thin, middle-aged man with long, straight black hair and a punk-like appearance.

But Luo Jia's gaze wasn't on the emperor; instead, it was on the silver-haired little girl beside him—no, the silver-haired little boy.

Combined with that hemp robe and that eternally burning scepter, the identity of this pure red-toothed, silver-haired little boy is obvious.

The thought of the Emperor and Macardo being inseparable made Luo Jia's mind wander to all sorts of things.

"No, I don't agree!"

Seeing that Luo Jia was about to go crazy again, Mordred quickly changed the video. This time, it was none other than the 88 years that he and Ruth ruled the werewolf empire.

This 88-year tenure provided Mordred with a perfect opportunity for experimentation.

Mordred hoped that Luo Jia could become a true builder like Guilliman. Playing with religion was too backward. With such a good foundation, Huai Yan Zhe was a master at farming and management.

We need to quickly reset our skill points and start over. Our own second company is almost at its limit. It's a good opportunity to find a way to transfer the Word Bearers over to serve as political clerks later. The Empire doesn't lack capable generals, but it lacks political talent who can coordinate the various levels of government. It's the Emperor's business if he doesn't want Space Marines involved in politics; every Legion has done it in private.

Otherwise, with less than 130 years to sacrifice the entire brains of the Terran Council, the Great Crusade wouldn't have been able to proceed so quickly.

Where there's a policy, there's a countermeasure. Mordred didn't want the empire to be destroyed by a bunch of mediocre people at this dawn.

Given the prevailing trend, Mordred was not fighting alone. The Space Marines had been fighting and dying on the front lines, and it was time for them to enjoy the fruits of victory.

This is not a divine dictatorship, but Mordred's best solution after careful research. The genetic seed alone can ensure that the Space Marines will not be tempted by external things.

This is one of the reasons why Mordred and the yellow weasel went down the wrong path together.

He was confident that in just 500 years, he could resolve the empire's internal problems and build a true empire on which the sun never sets.

At that point, Mordred could implement the second phase of the plan, reforming the 19 Space Marine Legions by splitting them up while retaining half of their original structure.

Although Guilliman's Astartes is often called a piece of toilet paper, that's a complete overgeneralization and a result of later generations' misuse of the text.

After conquering territory, the most important thing is to maintain stability. According to Mordred's calculations, once the time point of 500 years arrives, all the legions will become bloated and unwieldy.

With a single decree of grace, he ensured that even half the original strength of the legion would be stronger than it is now, while the detached battle groups would become seeds, stationed throughout the empire as a different kind of armed police.

As exchanges between people became more frequent, Space Marines were no longer the legendary angels of death, but rather tangible defenders of the Empire.

We must take from the people and use it for the people; we must never allow the Space Marines to become an isolated group.

At that time, the filters imposed on the Space Marines will gradually melt away, resolving the most fundamental question: are Space Marines actually human?
This move would not only provide the Space Marines with a perfect home, but also stop them from having any unfounded thoughts, and allow the two to become one.

With the addition of Atlas's divine spire, and the smooth flow of information, the empire, like a powder keg, can gradually cool down and be revitalized.

Before Guilliman's swelling subsided, Mordred grabbed him and began explaining his grand plan to the two farming prodigies he had chosen.

Although he was constantly ridiculed for his ambition, always suffered setbacks in battles, and was repeatedly humiliated by his brothers in one-on-one duels, there was one thing that all Primarchs admired: Guilliman's political acumen.

Whenever the three of them get together, a brilliant idea is bound to emerge. Mordred is that brilliant idea, and Guilliman and Luo Jia are the builders who perfect that idea.

Given the precedent of Mordred and Ruth building the werewolf empire, we can proceed cautiously, once the general direction is confirmed, the rest is simply a matter of localizing and adapting the system.

But just as the three were working on their grand plan, a transfer order suddenly arrived in the hands of the three Primarchs.

"Second brother, has Father had another relapse? He's sending all of us to a meeting in Nicaea, and he won't let us bring our legions, only the Primarch Guard."

"Yes, I think I saw it in some ancient Terran book, something like Sibi Sibi, it's about a group of people fighting for the Plasma Spark Tower at Xuanwu Gate."

Mordred regretted it a little; he should have known better than to send Joseph to spread rumors in Holy Terra, since he probably made them up himself.

Hearing it now evokes a feeling of embarrassment, like graduating from university and seeing your old QQ posts from middle school – a whole lot of embarrassing history.

"Don't overthink it. It's probably just some regulations from the weasels restricting psychic abilities and religion. It's just a formality, a minor issue. They'll just make a statement later."

"Blame it on Luo Jia for your lax quality control. You created a huge problem out of nowhere. The rest of us will probably be fine, but you're going to get a severe scolding."

Luo Jia didn't say much, after all, she had indeed done something stupid.

However, just as Luo Jia had mentally prepared himself to hitch a ride on Atlas's network with Guilliman to Nicaea and get scolded...

The mastermind behind the scenes has finally revealed his true colors.

There was no witchcraft or trickery, no chaotic corruption, just a perfectly normal list.

A list that covers all of Atlas's little secrets.

(End of this chapter)