Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 310 The Golden Age
117.M31,

To meet the emperor with an open and honest heart: Time is a great healer; no matter how severe the wound, it will slowly heal over time.

Two hundred years ago on this day, a great rebellion broke out in the empire; ten years ago on this day, the empire finally quelled the rebellion and successfully dismantled the overgrown legions, at the cost of the disappearance of the Lion King, the empire's war commander.

However, Johnson's departure did not discourage the other Primarchs; on the contrary, it made them work even harder.

The palace gates, which had been closed for nearly a century, opened again, and the Primarchs gathered before the Golden Throne.

Looking at his father, who was now hunched over on the tall throne and looked like a bunch of dehydrated vegetables, even the Primarch, who was standing at the top of the imperial pyramid and revered as a demigod by billions of humans, couldn't help but feel saddened.

As regent, Guilliman was the first to step forward, taking out a plate of Macurac's special sweets and placing it on the throne, then lighting a candle:
“Father, your way of governing the empire was too incompetent. The empire could not afford such a war of conquest. So I dismantled the legions and made Luo Jia the Pope of the state religion.”

From now on, I will focus on improving people's livelihoods, but rest assured, the Warband is more suitable for the current Empire and there will be absolutely no problems.

Other brothers have always suspected that I imprisoned Zhuang Sen, but I've only thought about it, I haven't done it! I've kept the position of War Commander vacant all this time, waiting for the day Zhuang Sen returns.”

He glanced at the Emperor subconsciously, and after finding that his father's mouth and eyes were still crooked, Guilliman let out a long sigh of relief and quickly retreated.

Upon hearing Guilliman mention himself, the second person to come up, Luo Jia, took out a bottle of red wine and placed it next to the Emperor's feet:

“Father, the imperial truths you compiled before are outdated. We cannot lie through our teeth. The psionicists, the High Heavens, and the Chaos Demons are no longer fictions.”

I have no choice but to become pope. If I don't take this position, someone else will. So I have to become the pope of the state church.

This isn't my fault; blame Guilliman. If everyone in the Empire had enough to eat, there would be no need for such emotional support.

But Father, rest assured, the doctrine I have compiled is the truth of the rebranded empire, which emphasizes loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, and its purpose is to herd the lambs for you.

With me here, this state religion will absolutely not be in chaos!

The third to appear, Dorn, didn't do anything fancy. After all, in his opinion, his father was already in a vegetative state, unable to eat or drink. Rather than letting things get moldy, he might as well do something practical.

A small blanket woven by Dorn himself was draped over the Emperor's legs, and like Kirimanroga, Dorn also took out a stick of incense, lit it, and inserted it between the Emperor's toes:
“Father, I am Rogdorn!”
Guilliman not only split up the Legion, but also coveted a Battle Moon, and now he's even eyeing my Mountain Array.

You know me, I am your proudest son!
But Father, rest assured, I will absolutely not engage in fratricide. At least with me here, Holy Terra will not descend into chaos!

With the departure of the Primarchs—the Grand Master of Terra, the Regent, and the Pope of the State Church—only Corax remained to mourn the Emperor.

The Raven King lit a cigarette with a grinning dog's head printed on it and tucked it between the Emperor's fingers:
“Father, when I was taking inventory of the Dark Raven Guard warehouse, I found many strange-looking things, as well as some research files left by Atlas.”

Moreover, I always have a bad feeling about this. Guilliman's behavior of exploiting the descendants of the deceased is too unethical. Although it wasn't said explicitly, we are all afraid of becoming the second Atlas.

Now that Johnson is gone, everyone suspects Guilliman was behind it.

I didn't believe it before, but after I went to Caliban, I did find traces of a third force emerging.

Because of this, Felus had a huge argument with Forgrim and Guilliman, and Vulcan even ran straight back to his Nocturne planet.

Father, don't worry, I will definitely investigate this to the end!

After paying homage to the Empress, Guilliman lifted the lockdown on the palace, allowing the Empire's thousands of believers to come to the Holy Terra to pay their respects.

That very night, a figure sneaked into the palace, perfectly evading all the imperial guards' patrols. Only the dog-man, fast asleep in a corner of the underground palace, noticed something amiss. But he was quickly bribed with two cans of ant-cow food.

The person who arrived was none other than the mysterious Alpha:
“Father, I discovered a Glory Queen-class warship in the Great Whirlpool. Based on its serial number, it should be Atlas’s flagship, the Abomination Paradigm.”

I also encountered a demon stuck on the ship. This guy called himself Vashtor, but unfortunately I couldn't capture him.

Guilliman's splitting of the Legion has given me a great advantage. I have already sent people to infiltrate the various chapters, especially that suspicious Blood Raven!
Also, let me tell you something. That bastard Guilliman has started charging admission fees. I even have to buy a ticket to see you.

It's not that I didn't want to come during the day, it's just that I was so angry, so I sneaked in at night.

Due to his personality, Alpha has a particular fondness for uncovering other people's secrets, but contrary to his image as a secret agent, Alpha is essentially a repressed chatterbox.

Now that the Emperor is in a vegetative state, Alpha has completely let loose, squatting under the golden throne and unleashing a barrage of attacks.

Alpha was thrilled, but he didn't realize that as these little secrets were revealed bit by bit, a light drizzle began to fall outside the palace.

120.M31, As several Primarchs have said, with the passage of time, the Empire is beginning a full recovery through the combined efforts of the State Church and the Ministry of the Interior.

Luo Jia did not lie; she did indeed integrate the imperial truth into the doctrines of the state religion. This prevented the people of the empire, who had suffered greatly from the war, from falling into panic. Instead, they became even more loyal under the added layer of faith.

In order to repair the ruins caused by the Great Rebellion, Guilliman proposed a groundbreaking new policy that combined the existing warband organization.

That is to further decentralize power to the warbands, no longer conscripting soldiers in a unified manner, but allowing the warbands to choose their own home planets to recruit soldiers, and use this to carry out infrastructure construction around the home planets, similar to the Production and Construction Corps.

This policy greatly mobilized the enthusiasm of the chapters, and even the Primarchs strongly agreed with it, since once the chapters developed, the surrounding areas of their homeworlds would also be thoroughly stimulated.

And most importantly, it's easy to manage!

Although the Divine Spire was relit, its power was completely insufficient to cover the entire empire; it consisted of numerous local area networks.

At this point, how to manage grassroots units has become an extremely serious problem.

After all, Space Marines are cyborgs. We don't expect them to build the area around their home planet into something like Macragge, but at least they're intelligent.

The Great Astartesianism never really disappeared. To the Space Marines, those high-ranking but foolish mortals were simply too stupid, completely out of their depth to command experts.

It is precisely because of this situation that Guilliman had no choice but to implement this policy. After all, the Empire's territory is simply too vast, and without the assistance of quality control AI, even the Primarchs cannot be managed.

On the other hand, this was also a sweet treat, intended to reassure the Space Marines of the split legions, and, together with the Highlord Council led by Guilliman, to achieve a simple yet practical management structure.

Moreover, it's not like we'll just give you a piece of land and send you off to farm. There will be basic assistance, and if you do a good job, the rewards will be substantial.

If the natural environment is good, we'll build a garden world. If the natural environment is particularly bad, we'll look at the geographical location. If the environment is bad and the location is not good either, then there must be resources, right?

Analysis of the Atlas legacy reveals that a significant amount of technology was applied to everyday life.

Meanwhile, the Mechanicus was relatively open-minded. Although it was a small religious group, given the current state of reconstruction, the Mechanic was pulling out all the stops with his best skills.

After all, besides Mars, there are many other forging worlds that want to establish themselves as kings.

With such a huge piece of fat meat like building an empire right in front of them, even just a tiny bit could feed a mechanical sage to his heart's content. Only a fool would oppose Guilliman's policies.

A massive wave of infrastructure construction swept across the country, uncovering countless technologies and investing them in previously unimaginable projects related to people's livelihoods.

People believed that under the leadership of the son of the God-Emperor, the empire was about to enter a golden age of its own.

Among them, the most enjoyable are Iron Warrior and Imperial Fist. After all, everyone has their own expertise, and who wouldn't want these civil engineering guys to do their work?

In an instant, whenever a sub-group of Iron Warriors or Imperial Fist appeared, it would be instantly snatched up by a host of warbands.

By simply sending personnel to guide other battle groups in their dust suppression efforts, the civil engineering guys have become incredibly successful, not only rolling in money but also enjoying immense prestige. (Sigh~ Corgi's daydreaming again.)
Meanwhile, with the help of his dog brothers who had already infiltrated the Imperial Guard, Tom was the first to identify Tranquility as the Legion's homeworld.

995.M31,

The Golden Age: During this great window of peace in the Warp, with the arrival of the Astartes, world after world was freed from hunger, savagery, and even poverty.

In military matters, the Empire did not remain stagnant. Instead, it began to explore the dark side of the galaxy little by little. Although it was not as rapid as during the Great Expedition, its steady and methodical approach was more effective.

People believed that the Warp was so peaceful because the Emperor was protecting them, which was a manifestation of divine intervention.

As a result, countless churches sprang up, and the empire's faith in the God-Emperor became even more devout.

But what no one knew was that the reason for the peace in the warp was not the Emperor, but the aftermath of the fall of a certain god.

In fact, compared to the warehouses scattered throughout the empire, this is Mordred's greatest legacy to his brothers, but this VIP membership comes at a price.

The more enjoyable it is to eat Atlas, the more miserable it will be afterward.

001.M32,

A green tide is coming: The Salamander mother legion guarding the Pluto fortress has gone missing, with only a three-second audio clip transmitted to the Divine Seal Network:
“Waaaagh!!!”

(End of this chapter)