Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 265 We Have a Traitor Among Us

Good times are always fleeting, and in the final moments before dawn, the Great Expedition is always the top priority.

However, before leaving, Saint Gerès suggested that we take a group photo!

The proposal was unanimously approved by all the Primarchs, and everyone immediately took action, putting on their best clothes. Even Fugrim took the time to get a manicure.

To show off his sophistication, Mordred specially brought his pink Titan to serve as the background, and soon a brand new family photo was taken.

Seeing that all the Primarchs were present, Space Marines from various Legions also gathered around to take photos, and even the Eldar Technicians took the opportunity to take a picture with the Emperor.

Such behavior would be considered treacherous by any Eldar Ark or the Komorro Dark Eldar, but the Eldar Beans of Atlas don't care about that.

It's good to take shelter under a big tree. What does the Eldar have to do with us? The Eldar Empire has long since perished, and we have long been a part of the empire.

Taking this opportunity, Mordred also presented the gifts he had prepared beforehand.

What magical potion can make people young again? What refrigerator can keep meat paste fresh for ten thousand years without it rotting? What 13-in-1 super-powerful shampoo? What super cool motorcycle can teleport you to Terra? Even the Primarch Dreadnoughts, along with their manufacturing technology, were packaged and given to Corax.

Although these gifts were quite bizarre, the Primarchs didn't say anything, seeing Mordred's kind eyes. Only Feralus stared at the black collar, questioning his existence.

"Second brother, this collar of yours is indeed quite good. It can generate a shield and also act as a small life support device, but why do I feel it's so useless?"

"How to say?"

Ferrus opened the collar, put it around his neck in front of Mordre, and pointed to the novel little gadget, saying:

"Look, although I don't know what your design philosophy was, its shield can only protect my head at best. So why don't I wear a helmet?"

Felus is a good person in every way, and the Iron Hand is one of the Empire's top heavy armored units, but he's just not very bright.

"Tenth Brother, trust Second Brother. Wearing this collar will guarantee you won't suffer any losses. Besides, a helmet is a life-saving artifact on other people, but on Primarchs like us with the highest prestige, it's a combat power suppressor."

"you sure?"

"I'm not sure, but that's what numerology says."

Firus was starting to have doubts about life. He had indeed heard of this numerology before; it was a pseudoscience devised by his brother Mortarian and shouldn't be taken seriously.

"Then what's the use of this life support device? I saw in your instruction manual that it can maintain a certain level of mobility after my head is moved, and can even take over other people's bodies using the internal bio-cables."

So here's the question: why was my head chopped off? Even if my head was chopped off, couldn't I just reconnect it to my body?

"Yeah, yeah, Mordred, I feel like none of your inventions are reliable at all. Look, my hair is falling out even faster after using your shampoo."

Seeing a group of people chattering incessantly in front of him, completely unable to grasp the true essence of his great invention, Mordred roared:
"Enough! Horus, you only have a few hairs, and you're asking me if I lose hair? You might as well shave your head bald. As for you, Feralus, if you don't like it, give it back to me."

Ferrus was definitely not going to return it. Although the invention was questionable, it was still a brother's gesture, not to mention that it was made of pure radiant gold. It could be used as jewelry, and it would match his newly acquired weapon perfectly.

Mordred regretted letting these people visit his home. They brought two boxes of milk when they arrived, and left eating and taking things with them.

"I've wanted to say this before: although we haven't met many times, my little brother Guts is in your Hand of Steel. I'll be keeping an eye on you, so don't do anything that would make me betray my own family!"

"Second brother, how could you say that about me? My relationship with Fugrim is purely platonic."

"How did you know what I was going to ask?" Feralus remained silent, his face instantly turning bright red, which made Mordred sigh and feel that his family was in trouble.

As the Primarchs and their Legions departed, the once bustling tranquility instantly fell silent. But as night fell, three large figures huddled together in the Hive Laboratory beneath the Hive City.

Inside the pitch-black room, the super-powered exorcism dead zone hummed, and the anti-spirit energy field, capable of covering the entire hive, was compressed to its limit, completely isolating the room from any malicious spying.

Looking at his father and brother, who had suddenly become so passionate for some reason, Horus, being the most normal of them all, was the first to ask, "Second brother, shall we turn on the lights first?"

"Tsk, fine, I just thought it would create a more atmospheric feel."

As the lights came on, the three of them looked at each other, nodded firmly, picked up their authentic Terra Chicken Noodles and started eating, each even adding a braised egg!
"Alright, now that the three of us are together, I'll be frank. I think there's a traitor among us."

"traitor?"

Horus instinctively looked at the Emperor, Mordred looked at Horus, and the Emperor himself kept watch with his left eye on guard and his right eye on his two offspring.

"Me?" ×2
“That’s right!” Now that he was ready to be frank, the emperor didn’t hide anything, only concealing a small part of the unspeakable details, and told all the information he knew.

However, this was not the end of the story. After the Emperor said that Horus might betray him and Mordred might also betray him, Horus immediately thought of the prophecy he had dreamed of.

"Father, is it possible that it wasn't us who betrayed us, but you?"

I've wanted to say this for a long time: if we're talking about sheer destructive power against the empire, all of us brothers combined can't compare to you, Father!

"What? My Centaur, are you awake? Who am I? I am the Lord of Humanity! How could I possibly betray the Empire?"

Horus believed that it was absolutely impossible for him to betray the empire, even if he captured the emperor and made him his wife.

This empire was not only established by the Emperor and Macardo, but also the culmination of the efforts of all Primarchs.

Horus had read Mordred's plan. Although he still didn't know where the massive amount of supplies had gone, the Great Expedition was about to be victorious. As long as they played it safe, they could govern the empire well in less than a thousand years.

Good days are just around the corner. It's like joining the Qing army in 49. Who would be the fool to do that at such a crucial moment? It's impossible, both logically and emotionally.

The Emperor, who knew of Horus's prophecy, was equally puzzled. How could he possibly kill his own child? Give me back the sword that pierced Rogdorth! Impossible, absolutely impossible!
The two who had encountered a problem with the accounts looked at Mordred, but Mordred was thinking about something else entirely, and about Guilliman, who had been possessed by Rambo earlier.

Two warnings from the future, one prophecy from the present, combined with all the information in his mind, and with the most significant changes in Peturabo and Loka, Mordred's mind was spinning wildly.

But in the end, they all pointed to the same picture.

In the picture, he and Morgan are huddled under a small blanket, shivering, while a large, red, sunburned one-eyed Oglin is huddled at the foot of the bed, frantically pawing at their feet to get their attention.

This isn't a case of someone being mentally challenged, but rather a case of cognitive distortion. How could such a large and conspicuous thing like Magnus have managed to infiltrate Atlas for so long without being discovered?

Touching the still-warm red scarf against her chest, a daring plan formed in Mordred's mind:
"Stop guessing. There are no wolves here, or rather, we are all wolves. The numerical gap is insurmountable. A young wolf can never defeat a lion."

But I have a plan that can restore the empire from darkness to light and turn danger into safety.

"Then tell me!"

"I have not decided yet."

(End of this chapter)