Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 319 The First Legion Has No Secrets
"Thirty years of wind and rain, a gold ring, Sagittarius, the first son to return home, my father loves me, and I love my father!"

For some reason, upon hearing the name Horus, Mordred automatically conjured up this rapid-fire phrase in his mind, instantly making everything that seemed illogical seem reasonable.

This is similar to joining the Qing army in 49; Mordred couldn't even find a reason to offer some comfort.
"That's really bad luck!"

"But then again, shouldn't Horus have been exonerated long ago? And I've been wanting to ask you this before, what is that emblem on your table?"

"It's the emblem of the state religion!"

Jeanne is no naive girl; she's quite shrewd. While Mordred was observing his surroundings, she was also observing the lump of slime.

Sure enough, upon hearing the word "national education," Mordred's entire body trembled, making Jeanne even more certain that she had found a treasure.

Unlike Jeanne's joy, Mordred felt uneasy. He didn't know where he was, what time it was, or why such a notorious thing as the State Church would appear.

Mordred's most pressing need now is to uncover the truth; he wants to know what exactly happened to the Empire during his absence.

Although Jeanne's ancestors were once wealthy, after many generations, apart from having only a primary school education, she has been completely assimilated by the Nest City.

Based solely on the information Jeanne revealed, Mordred had no idea what had happened in the Empire. He only knew that it was Imperial Year 999.m41 and that damned state religion, but nothing else.

And his good brother Saint Gilles has already sent one, and it has become the mascot of the state religion. With a big pair of wings, he doesn't even need to wear makeup; he can directly cosplay as an angel.

This kind of behavior is like desecrating a corpse; it's incredibly ironic to even think about it.

But compared to discovering what exactly happened to the Empire during the 1 years she was gone, Mordred had an even more important matter at hand: how to contact Tom.

Before that, Mordred needed to fill his stomach; he was so weak that he couldn't even beat a rat, let alone construct a human body.

"Human body?"

Thinking of this, Mordred couldn't help but look at Jeanne beside her, tears slowly streaming from the corner of her mouth:

"Little guy, I want to make a deal with you."

"What's the price?"

Through those incredibly thin, yet still bright, amber eyes stained with extreme malnutrition, Mordred seemed to see his brother Mortarion—a wild dog that refused to rot even in the filthy mire.

"Interesting. Aren't you going to ask me what kind of deal I want to make with you?"

"There's no need. Anyway, I won't live much longer. I might die from poison gas in some garbage dump tomorrow, or have my neck snapped by mutants and become jerky on the shelf."

Instead of worrying about tomorrow, live in the present. Besides, I don't think you're a bad person.

Upon hearing this, Mordred burst out laughing, and the whole ball trembled: "That's right, the more cunning you are, the easier it is to be burdened by your plans."

I ended up like this because I overthought things back then. I never expected that you would teach me a lesson in the end. I'm really happy about it.

If my unfortunate brothers were half as sensible as you, I wouldn't have beaten them up so badly back then, especially that masochistic Luo Jia.

I bet the state religion was created by some unlucky person. Just thinking about it makes me want to beat the crap out of her. It's infuriating!

Extending his tentacles, Mordred rubbed Jeanne's pale face and solemnly assured her:

"Don't worry, with me here, you definitely won't die. In fact, not only will you not die, but I'll also lead you to a wider world. As for the price? I said I'd repay you, and I definitely will. Relax, you might feel a little dizzy, but that's normal. I'll guide you down the path of sophistication."

Repeat after me, "Woohoo! Evil power, Dark Fairy transformation!"

"..."

"Whoosh! Harmony Power, Dark Fairy Transformation!"

"Tsk, speak louder, it's too quiet! You think you're the ultimate being if you're this soft?"

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Jeanne had no choice but to accept her fate and shouted out this line in extreme shame.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mordred's originally gel-like, round body instantly liquefied, and fine fleshy tentacles gushed out, directly pouring into Jeanne's body.

Neural connections, muscle links, bone marrow fusion, brainstem enhancement... Although not as powerful as he once was, as the Empire's number one biological master, even if Mordred were thrown into the Middle Ages, he could still use his knowledge to create a Licker army with rats and start a biohazard.

With the help of the three lumps of paste he had eaten earlier, Mordred was confident that he could use this energy to modify Jeanne's body, allowing himself to be reborn in her body and regain a human form.

Looking at her body completely covered in black slime, Jeanne had never felt so healthy. Her five senses began to merge. She could see the pungent smell in the air and hear the faintest sounds around her through touch.

With a thought, Jeanne saw her face, which had turned from pale to rosy, and her hair, which had somehow turned golden, without a mirror, as the black mucus seeped into her skin again.

"Well, have you seen how powerful I am? Don't just look at my appearance, I also took the time to cure your diabetes, hypoglycemia, high blood pressure, constipation, chronic pharyngitis, and even your hemorrhoids."

This is only the initial fusion. If I had enough energy, I could have gone a step further and given you tearing claws that can carry disintegration force fields, magnetic induction chitin armor that can withstand explosive bombs, and an internal circulation system that can survive from the void...

In matters of being inhuman, I am the authority among authorities. The efficiency of the human body is far too low. If you like, I can even decompose your legs, and that biomass will be enough to generate a snake tail that can be crawled on a smooth, mirror-like surface.

Can't understand? That's right! If you can understand, I'll suspect you're a fake version of Huang Pizi.

I will bestow upon you the surname Wayne; from this day forward, you shall be called Jeanne Izekel Wayne.

Now tell me, what do you want to do?

"I want to pick up trash."

"Hey, you unlucky kid, you're really something to be happy about. You've actually learned the true essence of Atlas without any instruction. It would be an injustice if a good boy like you didn't join Atlas."

Unexpectedly, she encountered such a fine piece of material. Jeanne instantly unleashed Mordred's know-it-all side, kicking open the door and lunging towards the distant pile of garbage:

"Come on, come on! Picking up trash is a great art. See that trash collector looking at you with ill intent? Go over there and kill him, then all his stuff will be ours!"

Just as Mordred was practicing on a new account to relive his peak journey, the spatial fluctuations he caused in the physical world attracted an uninvited guest.

As the airtight valve opened, the Thunderhawk, clad in optical camouflage, appeared on the Nest City Wasteland.

Looking at the spatial fluctuations that were almost identical to those in the Stone Fortress archives, Azmodari was convinced that this must be a despicable trick used by the fallen angels to lure them, since they had indeed done it before.

"Black Pearls that some people find tiresome, I will absolutely not let you go, after all:"
The First Legion has no secrets!

(End of this chapter)