Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 27 You smell so good!

My name is Rellano.
I am a Space Marine born to the Emperor. Although I was put into Dreadnought armor after a fierce battle, I did not feel lost. After all, scars are a warrior's honor, and my honor is extraordinary!

But today I encountered a very strange thing, which is making me very distressed.

Looking at the two Primarchs, one large and one small, embracing each other and raising their hands amidst countless cheers, Rellano wonder for the first time doubted whether the technical sergeant who had implanted him in the sarcophagus was not skilled enough, causing him to develop dementia.

"I clearly remember being knocked down by the heat, how did I end up here in the blink of an eye? Could it be... the afterlife?"

"Rellano! What are you doing here?" A startled cry interrupted the ancient warrior's increasingly abstract thoughts. Kasoron rushed out of the group and stood straight at the foot of the fearless warrior.

"I don't know either. Where am I? And who is the Primarch who spoke to my father?"

"You've been missing for three years! This is a peaceful place."

"That's right, you have indeed been in a coma for three years, but fortunately, our Atlas Technology is the best in the world, and we managed to pull you back from the brink of death."

What's wrong? Are you feeling dizzy? This is normal; it often happens after a long period of rest.

A reassuring voice came from behind him, and Rellano immediately turned around, using his sensors to lock onto the unknown Primarch that had suddenly appeared behind him.

Thank goodness we didn't make them coordinate their stories, or it would have been too late.

Mordred, inwardly chuckling, maintained his composed demeanor, beckoning his good brother over to acknowledge their kinship, and then began his usual charade:

"Fogg, come and see your son. It took me a lot of effort to save him, but it was all worth it."

If he didn't know what kind of people the Second Legion were, Fulgrim might have believed it, but even so, he could only pretend to be unaware.
"That's right, thanks to my brother, otherwise I might have lost you. Look, your second brother even gave you a fresh coat of paint, so hurry up and thank him."

Rellano was even more bewildered, but the data records did show that he had suffered a fatal wound to his neck, so he stopped doubting and sincerely thanked the kind prince.

"Your Highness, thank you for your treatment. I, Rellano, will always remember your life-saving grace!"

"Oh, no need to thank me! You are Fogg's son, so you are my nephew. We are family. Family doesn't need to be so formal. Come, the banquet has been prepared for you."

Mordred waved, indicating that it was all he should do; it was damp outside, so let's hurry back to the camp.

Gazing at the two princes walking side by side ahead, the ancient warrior couldn't help but nod to himself:

"Kasoron, this prince is quite a nice person! I hope Father can..."

"Hmm, why are you staring at my back?"

The company commander remained silent, but quietly took off his cloak and draped it over the elder, covering the black paintwork that distinguished him from the emperor's son.

"It's nothing. The air outside is humid, so be careful not to short-circuit."

Soon, a welcoming banquet in the style of an imperial prince was held under the watchful eyes of the two Primarchs, making the many imperial princes who had traveled from afar feel the warmth of home.

The decor and etiquette are exactly the same as those of their own legion. Prince Mordred has really gone to great lengths.

The 700 sons of the emperor instantly became friends with Atlas. Some veterans even saw many familiar faces, thinking, "Isn't that my second company commander?"
Only Kasoron remained silent, watching all of this with mixed feelings.

But if you don't have great luck, a full or partial accident will crash into you, and a tall figure with a wine glass approaches:

"Hey! Company Commander, do you remember me? I'm your adjutant, Soraka! I'm the third company commander of Atlas now. Come on, have a drink, this is genuine Chemos red wine!"

"..."

Meanwhile, Phoenix, who had just entered the cubicle, immediately grabbed Mordred by the collar and angrily shouted:

"Mordred, you born evil bastard, haven't you already screwed over me? Now you have to fool my offspring too!" Looking at the little white-haired boy who was a whole size shorter than him, Mordred felt no remorse whatsoever. After his enlightenment in the Dragon Field, he had decided to stop being human. What use was face? He went straight up and cornered Forgrim against the wall.

"If it's too difficult, then let's not do it. Since you say I'm inherently evil, then I'll show you what the ultimate insult is."

"W(Д)W Mo Lao Er, what are you doing?"

"What are you going to do? There are only the two of us here, what do you think I'm going to do?"

Having said that, Mordred, caught up in his wicked sense of humor, wore a powerful smile and slapped Forgrim's thigh with his large hands, startling the phoenix.

"Oh, my little cutie, you're quite sensitive, which makes me so happy! Let me see if your development is normal."

Now Forgrim was truly terrified. Mordred's behavior was clearly not an act. How could my brother be such a pervert?!

"I'm your own brother, I am..."

Before he could speak, Mordred decided to go all the way and covered Forgrim's mouth with her hand. Taking advantage of her height, she picked up the phoenix and began to lick it fiercely with her gaping maw.

"Slurp, beauty, you smell so good! You smell so good."

Fear spread through Fugrim's heart. He could feel his tongue wriggling on his skull and saliva spreading through his hair.

The thought of what might happen next overwhelmed him with fear and shame, and he began to struggle frantically.

However, Mordred, who could engage in passionate hand-to-hand combat with the Emperor, was no weakling. His arms were like chains of refined gold, and no matter how he resisted, he could not break free; on the contrary, they seemed to be tightening.

Phoenix is ​​a technical Primarch; if given a sword, he might be able to hold his own against Mordred with his superior skills. But now he's been captured and can't even stretch out his hands.

Even more frustratingly, Mordred's enhanced charm made it impossible for Phoenix to concentrate.

The scorching breath brushed against his face, and through the tips of his hair, Fugrim met those golden eyes, causing him to momentarily lose his composure, followed by an indescribable sense of extreme shame.

"Goo~ Let me go! No! My offspring are still outside."

"???"

As if he had heard something terrible, Mordred looked down at the beauty in his arms, and a blush appeared before his eyes, which startled him so much that he quickly let go of her.

"Snapped!"

The phoenix, which had fallen to the ground, quickly looked up and met Mordred's slightly disgusted expression:

"No, bro, I was just teasing you. You're not actually a masochist, are you?"

"How could that be!" Chemos's phoenix instantly denied, mocking in a slightly smug tone:
"I already guessed that this was your doing, just to see me make a fool of myself. Didn't expect that, did you? I'm still one step ahead!"

Although Mordred knew that Phoenix would have a love-hate relationship with her senior in the future, that was in the future. Besides, her own style was completely different from that of the science and engineering guy, Feralus, so she couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Excellent acting skills! As expected of Chemos's phoenix, you have passed my test. Now, tell me, what brings you here?"
Let me make this clear first: I have nothing to offer, but you can take my life.

Why are you still sitting on the ground? It makes me feel like I'm being rude.

Fugrim wanted to say, "You've never been polite to begin with," but for some reason, he didn't say it. Instead, he obediently sat down in the chair.

"Do you think I wanted to come? My father sent me."

"Your Majesty, what is that bastard up to now?"

(End of this chapter)