Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 258 The Direction of Home
When you're feeling indecisive and your mind is in turmoil, calming down and relaxing might be a better option.

As the mother planet of Atlas, tranquility remained unchanged, but Mordred had forgotten the last time she ran freely in her homeland.

Old Thomas is right. If you're still hesitating, it's because you're unwilling to give up.

Through the tireless efforts of generations, Tranquility has become a renowned transportation hub, boasting a massive starport comparable to Holy Terra. However, unlike Terra, which has become a small earthen ball, the planet's surface has preserved its pristine natural environment.

This is Mordred's pride, and the pride of all Atlas.

As Mordred strolled through the streets and alleys, her shrunken form did not cause a commotion.

Time left no mark on him, but for ordinary people, more than a century of change is nothing short of earth-shattering.

In Tranquility, you can see people from all walks of life, races rarely seen in the outside world, and even noble death angels appear in large numbers.

Inside the beer pub, a short old man standing on a stool was boasting about his construction skills, but he was soon mocked by two giants.

"Come on, old Brian. You can fool others, but you think you can fool us? I remember you used to be the clan chieftain. How come you're so pathetic now?"

"Exactly, exactly, it's all because you were asking for trouble, going to a dead world to dig up graves, and then randomly pressing that big red button."

Anyone with a modicum of sense wouldn't randomly press buttons. But you went and wiped out half the expedition, then were expelled from the clan.

Normally, Imperial Fist and Iron Warrior are rivals who often don't get along, but if they hear others bragging, they'll team up at lightning speed.

Brian, who was very vengeful, immediately retorted, "That was just a mistake, but you can't deny the construction skills of us Hearthborn. We are the greatest engineers in the entire galaxy."

These words instantly filled the beer hall with a cheerful atmosphere.

As everyone knows, due to his height, the short-statured old man usually only sits with the Lightling ratmen at a table. The houses they build are like dog kennels, or sometimes even worse. Dogmen can't even get in; they have to crawl in.

Faced with the ridicule of the crowd, Brian had no choice but to take out the Book of Hatred and write frantically. Then he saw the evil tomato peeking at him from the side.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing much. I just think your little gadget is quite fun. How about we buy some of our legion's specialty, the Nine Birds Potion? It can make you as tall as me."

"really?"

Faced with Brian's longing and yearning gaze, the muscular sage of the Thousand Sons nodded:
"Of course, if you don't trust others, you can't trust my father Magnus, right? Have you forgotten how we fought against the green-skinned orcs together?"

"I, Kayan, am true to my word, and my potions are of the highest quality. For just 5 gold dogs, I can give you a course of Nine Birds Injection."

Clearly, Brian was tempted, but before he could make the deal, the tavern door was kicked open from the outside, and several dog-men dressed in Terrorist Squad uniforms rushed in, accompanied by an unusually burly short man from space.

"It was him who sold fake medicine, you despicable bastard! Because of you, all my carefully groomed beard has fallen out, and now my head is all pointy! You owe me compensation!"

In an instant, the tavern became incredibly noisy, with Thousands frantically fleeing, Skaven taking advantage of the chaos, Eldar navigators enjoying the spectacle, Space Wolves drinking heavily, and even a psionic creature stealing Oglin.

Wait a minute, something incredible seems to have slipped in. Oglin can actually use psionic energy? That's unbelievable!

But that's the tranquility; you can see all sorts of strange and interesting sights here.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Mordred skipped out on his bill and wandered aimlessly around the city. Due to the abundant rainfall, sunny days were rare. Even on weekdays, many people were out sunbathing with their families, some even collapsing into bed to enjoy the rare good weather.

A relaxed atmosphere has permeated every corner of the peaceful world, completely unlike the bitter and resentful atmosphere of other worlds.

The aimless wandering continued. After spending two copper dogs to board the orbital airship, Mordred leaned against the window, looking down at the lush, twisted jungle below, with the students chattering away in his ears.

"Leon, did you steal my candy again?"

“It wasn’t me, Ida, you know I’m not interested in candy,” the blond boy with parted hair retorted, and soon started playing around with his friends.

The children were brimming with enthusiasm and energy, and a Spartan warrior, who had been put to trial as part of Mordred's plan, was brought in to act as their guide.

"Good day, Your Highness!"

Looking at the tall warrior before him, with her striking red hair, left eye on guard, right eye on watch, and clad in Thor IV power armor, Mordred recognized her name after a brief search:

"Jill, I didn't expect you to be such a big girl. I remember the last time I saw you, you were still a stubborn little kid. Do you want some candy?"

A large white dog-shaped candy was handed out, and Jill seemed to have found the candy thief.

“Your Highness, I am already 103 years old. Logically speaking, a Spartan of my rank should not breathe on you, but you should refrain from stealing children's snacks. Mind your image.”

"We couldn't control it, I thought nobody wanted it."

He eventually accepted the candy. Taking this opportunity, Mordred and Jill talked a lot. He did most of the questions, asking Jill how she was doing.
"Of course it's great! The Legion's benefits are excellent. I have so much allowance I don't know what to do with it. Although becoming a Spartan warrior will bring many problems, I like this kind of life."

"To be honest, I've also found a boyfriend I can entrust my life to. He's a very good person. Although he's from the Thousand Sons Legion, he's different from the others. He's not only very steady, but also ambitious. His name is Kayan."

"Oh! You mean Kayan has a younger sister?"

Gilles nodded vigorously, saying that as expected of His Highness, he hadn't believed it before, but it turned out that Atlas's spies were indeed spread throughout every legion.

Mordred remained silent, echoing his silly daughter while ordering the Terrorist Mobile Squad to use a powerful memory restoration spell on the fake drug dealer. The reason was simple: he just didn't like the kid.

The short trip ended quickly, and Jill, as the tour guide, led the group of bear kids, whose very appearance suggested they could easily cause a vehicle to explode, onto the bus for a field trip to the ranch.

Mordred, meanwhile, took a large bag of snacks that had somehow appeared in her hand and sat down in a secluded spot.

On the boundless green grassland, flocks of super free-range chickens forage for food. They have long since been replaced by newer breeds. Dog-man herders, riding cool motorcycles and holding explosive guns, are on guard against four-winged dragons that may fall from the sky to steal their chickens.

The sun had set, and wisps of smoke rose from the distance, carrying the aroma of food as they wafted towards Mordred, gently caressing his patched yet still warm and comfortable red scarf.

The illusory figure reappeared, saying nothing more than a single question:
"Have you found your way home, my child?"

"I've found it, this is my home."

"But now you're all alone."

Looking at the pile of unread messages in his hand, Mordred's arrogant smile, reminiscent of someone running freely across the grasslands, reappeared on his lips:
No, I am not alone.

(End of this chapter)