Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 259 Hell War God, Why Was I So Trash in the Past?
Since the conclusion of the Nicaea Conference, and Mordred's abrupt departure, the mood among all Primarchs has been rather sour.

It wasn't just Mordred who felt this way; almost all Primarchs harbored a grudge against it.

Apart from the first few Primarchs to return to the Empire, almost half of the Primarchs who returned later were discovered by Mordred, or rather by Tom.

As the foundation of a legion, the gene seed can be said to be the lifeblood of a legion. Rationally speaking, using a legion's gene seed is equivalent to taking someone else's bank card.

You might say it's important, and it certainly is, but the problem is that Atlas didn't steal the gene seeds from other legions; they created them themselves.

This is an ethical question: is a completely fresh gene seed, unused by the implantee and without any Space Marine combat memories, truly one's own?

If you say he doesn't count, then genetic testing is the genetic seed of one's own legion, possessing all the characteristics of the legion.

But if you're going to say it counts, this thing is like a blood pack. You can't say someone is your clone just because they donated your blood.

In this era where the Legion reigns supreme and Primarchs are incredibly active, Geneseeds are not as precious as they are in the future. They are a renewable resource, since the Primarchs are still around and can produce as many as they want.

It is the real seeds that wait for people, not people waiting for seeds.

Looking back on Mordred's care for them, it's not an exaggeration to say that he was like a father to them, at least he was better than that big blond guy.

After much deliberation, the Primarchs decided to pretend they didn't know. How could mere gene seeds compare to their unbreakable brotherhood?

"Second brother (second brother) must have his reasons for doing this."

I hesitated then. Was I worthy of the dividends sent over every year? Was I worthy of the infrastructure development of our home planet? Atlas was our money bag, and I still wanted to become a war commander.

"Damn you, you bunch of filthy insects, how dare you sow discord among our brothers! You deserve to die!"

The cat and dog duo were always the first to act. Johnson and Ruth exchanged a glance, then looked at the gloomy-faced Koz, and the three of them instantly broke into bright and cheerful smiles.

In just three days, the networks of connections behind every member of parliament who came to Nicaea to participate in the meeting were exposed.

The meeting minutes were reviewed repeatedly, and if anyone showed schadenfreude or any disrespect, they would be dealt with ruthlessly.

Time heals all wounds and bloodshed is forgotten. Atlas killed the most zealous ones, but some always slipped through the net.

After all, Atlas's main business is not this, and this matter should be handled by professionals, but the impact of this meeting goes far beyond that.

Looking at the group of young people who were celebrating wildly as if they had won some great victory, the seasoned politicians who had experienced the great purge of the solar star region had long since drawn a line between themselves and the government.

They even started taking matters into their own hands, eliminating dissidents first.

Especially those factions that secretly collude with Atlas, they've stopped pretending altogether. If I don't stand up and cheer them on now, wouldn't all my previous efforts be in vain?
Some things may seem insignificant on the scale, but once weighed, they can be as heavy as a thousand pounds.

If you want to die, don't drag us down with you. The Second Prince may no longer be the war commander, but you bunch of worthless bastards, don't you ever think about why Atlas did such a thing and it hasn't been discovered yet?

The most crucial point is the involvement of the Burning Legion, which was only briefly mentioned.

Those who lack sophistication may not understand, but those who do know will realize the sky has fallen, especially the old guard who have followed the emperor to the death.

For the sake of the Web Path Project, His Majesty didn't even tell the Primarchs. Now that you've brought up the Burning Legion, are you going to investigate what the Burning Legion did?
Please, stop investigating. You can't investigate everything, can you?

We can't exactly say that Atlas was breeding demons, colluding with aliens, and concealing the whereabouts of massive amounts of supplies because the entire Second Legion was someone's puppet. The younger generation sees these old fogies as cowardly; justice cannot be killed. Atlas may be arrogant for a time, but he can't be arrogant forever. Don't you see they're too afraid to move now?

The empire is now thriving, and its expeditions are winning one victory after another. It's almost time to reward those who have contributed and divide the spoils. If we don't seize this opportunity now, when will we?

Atlas has indeed made no move. Not only has it made no move, but it has even retreated on a large scale. But the more this happens, the more panicked they become, especially those who have lived long enough to have experienced the early stages of the expedition.

Next up are the Dark Angel, the god of civil war; the Space Wolf of the Military Police; the Midnight Lord, the righteous thug; the warm-hearted and fierce Devourer; the merciful old farmer Death Guard; the Imperial Exemplar, the Emperor's Son; and the Shadowmoon Wolf, who judges people by their personalities...

Even the Imperial Fist, under Dorn's orders, turned a blind eye, allowing the entire city of Dalian to take administrative leave, thus opening a direct path to Holy Terra.

"Lizard High Commander Renekton is our Primarch's sworn brother, and now he's starting a strike. You're really asking for it."

In just half a month, a large number of imperial officials committed suicide after being shot 13 times in the back, forcing the Mechanicus to start mass-producing the Atonement Mechs. Those machine oil guys were practically laughing their heads off.

Meanwhile, far away in Holy Terra, a certain golden giant is being relentlessly bombarded by Makado.

"My lord, you truly are a man of extraordinary wisdom. I even wonder if you have a Magnus inside your head?"

"No, it's two Lemanruses that are having a blast. Even Lemanruses are stronger than you."

But the Emperor seemed unfazed by Macado's sarcastic remarks, even leisurely sipping his tea.
"I believe Mordred; he would never betray me."

"What? So good people have to be held at gunpoint? Your Majesty, are you out of your mind? If you had just stepped in back then, this situation wouldn't have happened."

"How could I not show up? I acquiesced!"

"..."

Makado was shocked. He suddenly recalled the scene when he drove Erda away. Before leaving, the old woman gave him a piece of advice, saying that she would regret it. Now he truly understood.

But the emperor was still there, talking to himself:

"The Great Expedition is about to be victorious, and I need to focus my energy on the Netway Project. Although I did screw Mordred over, I am his father, and he will understand me."

"So, was I really that bad back then?"

"..."

The Emperor was stunned. As Makado spoke, a blazing dark golden flame suddenly appeared and surged into Makado's body.

Before the emperor could react, Makado, whose eyes were flashing with dark gold light, let out a sinister laugh. Perhaps due to some kind of wicked sense of humor, a tall, primitive man with bristling hair and beard, dressed in animal skins, appeared behind Makado.

With just one glance, Neos couldn't help but exclaim:

"Father, you're not dead!"

"My son, your father is here to beat you up, you hellish war god, come out here."

(End of this chapter)