Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 305 Since we can't hold onto our peak, let's retrace our steps.

How much wealth does Atlas actually possess? Even Mordred, the legion commander, might not know.

With the Emperor's complete trust, Mordred was one of the earliest people to participate in the Network Project, and thus monopolized the Empire's communications and transportation, and even a portion of weapons production.

Furthermore, each legion has established close cooperation with Atlas, even contracting out the construction of their homelands to them.

Atlas is not a bloodsucker. While enjoying privileges, they also fulfill their due obligations. All the material needs for the construction of the entire network were transported by Atlas, and more than half of them were paid for by Mordred out of his own pocket.

Monopoly is the most lucrative business in any era, not even counting the Burning Legion scavenging for trash in the Sea of ​​Souls.

Therefore, it was quite reasonable for Atlas to absorb the fire damage that should have been lost while supplying all the legions with logistics and network construction.

After all, your transport mission is so shoddy that even the dogs in the Ministry of the Interior would shake their heads in disapproval. If 60 out of 100 ships come back, you'd be lucky.

We at Atlas reported 80 ships, and we guaranteed the quality and quantity. As for the dozen or so missing ships and their cargo, don't worry about them. Just say it's Warp Migration. We're fair and square, and we won't cheat you. If you ask any more questions, go talk to the bomb gun in my hand.

This is one of the reasons why Atlas has the confidence to withstand 3000 Soul of Vengeance ships. Atlas is just that rich. In fact, Mordred was preparing for war with the intention of destroying the entire Empire by herself.

But with the fall of Atlas, the giant that once held up the sky, its former glory was gone forever. Even so, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse.

As the group followed Tom into the network tunnel, the first thing they saw was a vast sea of ​​containers and 2724 combat barges floating in the sky.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg. Although the network appears to be a highway, it is not a road in the conventional sense, but a hyperspace bubble.

The number of creatures living inside the Web may be greater than the entire galaxy combined.

Take Comoros, the former hub of the Internet, for example. Nobody knows how big it is, but the explored area is larger than the Altram 500 world.

Of course, the entrance to the network in Holy Terra, this small rural place, is certainly not as big as that in Comoros, but it is more than enough to fit a few moons inside.

This enormous space now appears so cramped, entirely because it's been piled up with shipping containers bearing the Atlas logo.

However, this was not the end. After passing through this storage belt, the group arrived at the outpost of the Cyber ​​War.

Although this outpost wasn't as extravagant as the storage area, it was still piled high with ammunition, heavily armored vehicles, and even Titans.

Although I don't know why they are all Dire Wolf Titans, there are so many of them, I estimate there are at least 1000.

And those knight mechs, sold in stacks, still had brand new paint, and even their weapon racks were piled up to the side, not yet installed.

At the edge of the horizon lay a massive wreckage, towering like a mountain range, with the three intact battle moons standing out most prominently.

These are battle moons! And there are three of them! I wish they were mine!

Upon witnessing this scene, all the Primarchs instinctively clutched the test reports in their hands and destroyed this uncooperative material on the spot.

"Tom! Father, I do remember now. You were right, we're practically twins."

"What? You're asking why our skin tones are different? Well, of course it's because we're tanned! I still remember when we were burning the Spirit Clan children, you were the one who handed me the fire!" Before Vulcan could finish speaking, Dorn kicked him over, yelling, "You shameless thing with thick eyebrows and big eyes, let go of my son right now!"

He snatched Tom away, and even a stubborn rock like Dorn, faced with such a windfall, managed to force out a creepy smile that was more unsightly than if his own father had died:

“Son, don’t listen to the nonsense of someone like Vulcan who keeps a diary in secret. Can you trust the words of someone who keeps a diary?”
To tell you the truth, this little blanket is the token I gave you back then, so that we could recognize each other in the future. Father, I have finally found you.

As for that Iron Warrior's Dauntless, what's the deal? Let me see, isn't this Budanthiok? I know this kid, that bastard repainted him. He's actually my son, not some Iron Warrior."

In order to inherit Atlas's legacy, the Primarchs have practically abandoned all pretense of decency, so it's no wonder they've lost their composure, given that all the Legions have been decimated.

As for the Blood Raven's suspicious identity, which was very likely that he was from the Second Legion, and the fact that the Second Legion was a group of rebels, all the Primarchs put that aside.

Forget about rebellion; there are no treacherous officials here, only loyal ones!

Even if we can't remember our second brother's name now, we will raise your children. Even if the second brother dies, we will still be there for you.
As for why the Primarch would do this when he could have simply stolen it, it's because such a despicable act of exploiting the descendants of the deceased is too vile, and at the very least, he needs to justify it.

As a seasoned veteran who had fought the Emperor in the war to unify Terra, Tom understood that such wealth was simply beyond the capacity of their small group to manage.

The internet will eventually open up, so rather than ending up with nothing, it's better to build a good reputation in advance. After all, they'll need to use this to their advantage in the future, so consider it a form of compensation for their future settlement.

Soon, in a mutually agreeable exchange, all these assets were confiscated, and based on their characteristics, the Blood Ravens were divided into several small teams and distributed to various legions.

After all, leaving these people alone is also a problem. Rather than getting bogged down in the little secrets that the emperor couldn't learn as he ascended the golden throne, it's better to let them continue to serve the empire.

However, after offering this generous gift, Tom also received a small privilege from Guilliman: he could retain the Blood Raven designation and form a chapter based on the remaining 300 Space Marines.

Guilliman even waved his hand and said, "Aren't you all going nowhere right now? It just so happens that Feralas has no one under his command right now, so go report to the Steel Hand first."

Correspondingly, as the legion receiving the most personnel, Feralas also took the largest share. After all, the Steel Hand only has 137.5 people at most, and if they don't get some relief, they'll really be doomed.

The Primarch did not resist recruiting these Blood Ravens into their Legion too much, because they found that the test report was not lying. These little guys quickly integrated into the Legion and even performed exceptionally well.

Under the Primarch's deliberate observation, they also discovered that these little guys not only had exceptional abilities, but also a special talent: they could always find the most valuable targets on the battlefield.

Moreover, as their numbers increase, Blood Ravens will develop a special ability that greatly increases the chances of the fleet safely passing through the subspace, and may even provide some kind of buff.

The only price to pay is that you'll inexplicably hear two "Waaaagh" sounds.

But none of that matters. What matters is that with the injection of this massive amount of resources, by the year 007.M30, the fully-rested legion had finally recovered some of its strength and began its expedition to quell the rebellion in the four major star regions.

Meanwhile, in a small world far to the east of the Extreme Starfield, a group of blue-skinned amphibians finally left the swamp.

And by chance, he learned how to start a fire!

(End of this chapter)