Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 277 The Emperor's Youngest Son - Vashtor
Loving soldiers like children and using them like mud—these are essential qualities for every general.

For chess players, once a move is made, there is no going back. As long as they can defeat the opponent, it is worth it even if all their pieces are captured.

With the mindset that if they suffer, no one else can have an easy time, the Emperor, Mordred, and Horus, those three ruthless guys, devised a plan.

The Emperor is the safety net, Horus is the expendable pawn, and Mordred is the bandage that can stop the Empire's bleeding.

There is no shortage of saints in this world, but there are far too few of them. Even Space Marines are not entirely without desires.

Reality is not a game; not everyone will be of one mind, and it's not like an RTS game where you can point and shoot.

The position of War General is not just a title, but also the nominal heir to the empire, and every move he makes is watched by countless people.

According to the three's plan, Horus, as the bait, needed to attract all attention and bring out all the unstable elements.

Visible enemies are not scary; invisible enemies are the most terrifying.

Regarding the impending major rebellion, what the three feared was not the rebellion itself, but who would be the one to rebel. What was even more frustrating was that Mordred couldn't trust anyone, as everyone could potentially become a rebel.

So the previous actions of extinguishing the Star Torch and shutting down the Divine Seal Network were all to make the opponent make a move first. Once the enemy makes a move, everything will become simple and clear.

The ultimate goal of the four peddlers is to destroy the empire, and the simplest way to do that is to get rid of Old Man Huang. In this process, Horus, as the war commander, is definitely the best tool to use.

With these two optimal liberations right in front of him, Mordred didn't believe the other side could hold out.

With each person sharing most of the pressure, even if Horus is stuffed into a puff pastry, there is still hope. In fact, the more people who are stuffed, the less pressure each person bears.

Doesn't the weasel like to show off everywhere? We'll make him perform in front of everyone, with Mordred holding him by the neck, and make him pull all the originals that turned into puffs back.

After all, the Primarch's nature is what it is, plus Mordred gave each of his brothers a fel energy gift pack beforehand, with condoms already in place. Unless it's voluntary, the four peddlers have no way to do anything to them.

What's even more amazing is that if they really aren't picky eaters, you can grab one and force-feed it to them.

In this era where dimensional barriers remain strong, even warp gods cannot unleash their full power in the real world.

Moreover, Mordred was already stuffed, and Horus had consumed most of the blessing.

Unless the four vendors risk everything and go all in despite the high latency, if they really have the ability to turn everyone into cream puffs, Mordred can just accept her bad luck. If you have this ability, you should have said so earlier, and I would have been the first to lead the way.

Mordred can now confirm that Black Uncle and Little Mordred are useless, and Horus has also become a puff, which means that there are now problems with three legions.

The information about the Iron Hand and the Emperor's Son, which were deliberately separated, is unknown. Even if something happens to the Emperor's Son, Mordred believes that with Feralas's abilities, he can control Forgrim.

Without Atlas's logistical support, the rebels couldn't make any waves at all, and even the Iron Warriors, the only ones who could revive the rebels, were kept by the Emperor's side.

War is all about logistics, and Mordred couldn't see any way the enemy could win.

Even if there are four peddlers supporting them, engaging in blasphemous witchcraft or something, it's all meaningless.

After all, blasphemous magic cannot exist without the Warp. As long as you dare to open the portal, the Burning Legion can also enjoy the Warp's bonus.

The situation is much better than the three of them had initially imagined, when they had considered the worst-case scenario of all Primarchs betraying them simultaneously.

The sudden attack by Space Wolf and White Scar caught Mordred off guard, but Mordred always has a backup plan.

“Angron, you will lead the World Eaters to Betangarmon. My Ninth Company Commander Joseph is in Alicia. All five Titan families in the three surrounding warehouse worlds will be assigned to you.”

Your job is to guard this place and not let anyone in.

"Second brother, don't worry. As long as I'm here, not even a fly can enter the Solar Star Region, let alone a person."

Mordred patted his good friend on the shoulder, then looked at Luo Jia standing to the side.

In front of the group of Whisperers, Master Mo immediately announced that Luo Jia had been reinstated, promoted from company commander to legion commander of the Whisperers:
"And Luojia, your task is even more arduous. You must go to Taran, where there is a subspace route that leads directly to Pluto."

If it were me, I would definitely send people to seize the pass. As long as Taran doesn't fall, the enemy will have no choice but to step over Atlas.

As one of Atlas's most important supply hubs, Taran has no shortage of weapons and equipment. My fourth company commander, Gawain, is there, and everything will be under your command.

And most importantly, Taran is the rear of this defensive line. If its rear is breached, we'll be attacked from both sides. I don't care about casualty figures, I just want Taran! Do you understand?

"Don't worry, brother. As long as I'm here, the tower will stand. I won't let you down."

After speaking, Luo Jia didn't leave immediately like Anglong. Instead, she stood there rather awkwardly, leaving Mordred completely bewildered.
"Why don't you leave?"

"It's nothing, it's just that you left such a crucial position to me, second brother. I hope the others won't feel resentful? Unlike me, I only feel sorry for them... Ah!"

Before Luo Jia could finish speaking, Mordred kicked him away. Seeing that the unlucky fellow was going crazy again, Master Mordred felt a wave of bad luck.
"If you keep doing this to me, it won't be as simple as just eating fruit. Do you believe I'll smear you with 'Oli Ge' and parade you through the streets as a warning? Get out!"

"okay!"

Without saying a word, Luo Jia turned and left. For Luo Jia, who had already been disciplined, hitting was a sign of affection and scolding was a sign of love, but she also had her bottom line. Social death was still too terrifying.

Looking back at Mordred, who was giving orders to the others, Luo Jia suddenly felt a strong sense of reluctance, as if this separation would be forever.

"You're just scaring yourself. My second brother is invincible, how could anything possibly happen to him?"

Discarding this unrealistic idea, Luo Jia led all the Huaiyan followers onto the landing craft and immediately headed to Taran.

Although the departure of the World Eater and the Word Bearer weakened the defenses of the Tranquil 50 worlds, Mordred, focused on stability, would never expose such an obvious weakness.

Even after these two legions left, Atlas was able to use all sorts of ruthless tactics even more recklessly.

A large number of biomass blocks were taken out of the warehouse to cultivate mushroom riders and their accompanying lizardman auxiliary army, along with 8000 million euroglins that were also infected by mycelium.

As I said before, the advantage is in my hands!

But just as Mordred was frantically amassing troops, to the point that every Atlas was piloting a mech, a distress signal from Tom suddenly reached Mordred:

"Father, we can't hold on much longer. The entire online world is full of demons."

"What? What's that weasel for? Magnus's over there, let him sit on the toilet for a bit!"

"He squatted down, but Emperor One's power lasted less than two minutes before someone stabbed him in the kidney and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up. He's currently being beaten to the ground by a kobold and a big fat guy!"

To prove his point, Tom immediately switched the camera focus.

In the shattered dimension at the end of the network, the Imperial Guard, the Oilers, the Space Marines, the Lizardmen, and the Solar Auxiliary Forces were locked in a chaotic battle, engaging in a massive melee with countless demons.

On the most eye-catching battlefield, a large, golden man was clutching his back, being beaten to the ground by a giant kobold, while a fat, green man was sneakily flanking him from behind.

"Damn, they've really lost all sense of shame. If you can't handle the game, don't play it. They actually got involved themselves."

"Honey, hang in there a little longer, I'll send reinforcements right away."

The fastest flight from Tranquility to Holy Terra would take nine days. By then, it might be too late. There is only one way to provide rapid support.

Without any hesitation, Mordred summoned Vashtor.

Due to his frenzied absorption of fel energy, Vashtor is now quite different from before. His already imposing appearance has been taken to another level, bearing a striking resemblance to a certain unnamed Void Dragon, making him incredibly stylish.

"Brother, this game is all or nothing. Go support my troublesome biological father. If he gets dragged into the Berserk Confucianism by the enemy and explodes, you'll never be able to ascend to godhood."

Vashtor's greatest obsession is to become a god, but there is a sequence to the godhood. If Old Man Huang explodes, everyone will be wiped out, and he won't be able to become a god at all!
Without any hesitation, Vashtor patted his good friend on the shoulder and immediately assured him:

"Don't worry, with the relationship between us brothers, your father is my own father. Even if I die, he can't die."

"Oh dear, since you've put it that way, what can I say? Just being true to myself!"

As a spontaneous warp storm arose, the Burning Legion, which had gathered around the Tranquility, vanished instantly, and under the leadership of Vashtor, the Emperor's 22nd son, they began to sing a hymn of loyalty.

However, what no one noticed was that with the emergence of the Word Bearers, the World Eaters, and even the Burning Legion, the forces were being dispersed.

In the end, only Atlas remained of the entire impenetrable defense line.

(End of this chapter)