Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 332 This is all my money!!!

"What? Guilliman, that bastard, actually ate the child of a childless family. How could he be so evil?"

"Who says it isn't?"

Watching Mordred jumping around, Zhuang Sen frowned deeply, and his sighs seemed genuine. If someone didn't know the situation, they might think that it was he, the Dark Angel, who had been devoured without a trace.

"Brother, you've eaten everything I left behind? You didn't leave me a single thing. That was enough to arm three star sectors. The weapons and equipment would have lasted three or four years during the Great Expedition, and you're telling me it's all gone?"

"Yes, all the massive amount of supplies you left in the network channel are gone. At that time, the empire was in ruins and there were countless rebellions even in the Sun Star Region."

Chaos fought the Xenomorphs, the Xenomorphs fought the Empire, and the Empire fought Chaos. Nobody knew who they were fighting, they were just constantly at war, and they were all fighting to the point of madness.

Furthermore, after your disappearance, we lost all our memories of Atlas, and the logistics system of our once-mighty legions completely collapsed. As a last resort, Guilliman had no choice but to use those resources as a makeshift solution.

"All emergency response?"

"Yes, not a single penny was left!"

At this point, the Lion King, with a helpless expression, dropped the bombshell first:

“Brother, I’m not lying to you. Although Guilliman is the first ‘Hunger,’ I also used that batch of supplies. Several of us used them, but there was nothing we could do. You know, the Iron Hand was crippled. The entire legion only had about 100 people left, and Felus was half of them. They went from the Iron Hand to the Iron Head.”

Since Johnson has said so, what can Mordred do? Although he is indeed greedy, he is not the kind of person who is unreasonable.

Money can be earned back, and things can be made again. Mordred could only comfort himself with this reason, after all, things are meant to be used, as long as they are not wasted.

Even so, Mordred was still furious. This was all his money!
"Ah~"

With a sigh, Mordred collapsed onto the sofa, chugging three bottles of orange juice before recovering. But before Zhuang Sen could think he'd finally gotten away with it, he saw Mordred jump up again and grab his shoulder.
"Brother, it's alright!"

"Although the main source of income is gone, I still have countless small coffers within the galaxy. Although they are scattered, as long as I can retrieve these supplies, I can still restore the glory of Atlas."

The previous agreement remains unchanged; I'll still give you 20%, but you have to lend your brother a hand!

After saying that, Mordred took out a star map and handed it to Zhuang Sen. He had marked it from memory. It included 13 large warehouses, 169 medium warehouses, 2167 small warehouses, and 5 casting starports. The list also detailed the material composition of these warehouses.

Even the largest number of small warehouses, in this day and age, could feed a standard battle group to its heart's content, and some even contain warships.

As promised by Morey, 20% of it would belong to him, but looking at the star map, Zhuang Sen felt no excitement at all. Instead, he felt even more guilty, and cold sweat broke out on his brow.

"How about we forget about it? Now that the Great Rift has opened, we're still in the Dark Side of the Empire. Warp travel is entirely based on luck. Instead of going through all that trouble to dig for the treasure, you might as well just stay with the Dark Angels."

My offspring are your offspring, use them as you please. Didn't you want the First Legion the most? Wouldn't it be wonderful if we governed it together?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can we allow outsiders to interfere in the command of an army?"

Something's not right. Something's nine out of ten is not right. Looking at Zhuang Sen, whom even the Co-Government Warband mentioned, Mordred felt that this guy was hiding something from him.

Zhuang Sen is extremely concerned about his image; even if you have a good relationship with him, he would never make such a decision. Therefore:
"Zhuang Sen, are you hiding something from me? And I haven't even used the word 'secret treasure' yet. What is a secret treasure?"

"Hide and seek? Aren't those treasure spots that suddenly appear all over the galaxy? Father, have you forgotten that you once made us dig for treasure all over the galaxy?"

Mentioning Zabril made him furious. Back in the day, the galaxy was teeming with treasure, but not only did he fail to find anything, he ended up handing it all over to Guilliman. Upon hearing this, Zhuang Sen wanted nothing more than to smash Zabril's head open, but he had no chance. Mord, the powerful man, locked him in his arms and pinned him to the ground.

"You bastard, why are you being so kind? You've been waiting for me here, have you? Tell me honestly, what happened to my warehouse worlds?"

"I don't know, I don't know, Guilliman instructed me to do it."

Seeing that this guy still dared to be disobedient, Mordred went up and punched Zhuang Sen hard in the waist twice.

The thought that he might lose all his savings for his funeral made Mordred tremble with rage, and he gradually lost his humanity, so he started biting at Zhuang Sen's head.

This scene almost scared everyone to death. It wasn't that the lion king was in mortal danger, but it was just too terrifying. Anyone would be scared if they saw a big guy biting people like a wild dog.

Moreover, Mordred is possessive of her food and will bare her teeth when she sees people coming over.

The giant, rotating teeth relentlessly gnawed at Zhuang Sen's skull, sparks flying and blood splattering everywhere. Zhuang Sen wanted to escape but couldn't, and could only writhe frantically on the ground.

"Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him! Second Uncle, please let him go! Father is disfigured!"

Seeing that they couldn't pull them apart or persuade them otherwise, the group of dark angels had no choice but to call in four fearless machines to grab their good father by the legs and pull him away.

It's only thanks to Mordred's current weakened state that, in the past, she might have bitten off Zhuang Sen's skull in one bite.

With everyone's strenuous efforts, Zhuang Sen was finally able to see the light of day again, but his once unruly and cool hairstyle was now patched up, looking like it had been chewed by a dog.

Seeing that Mordred was still about to bite, the Lion King quickly retreated, wiping the saliva from his face as he roared:

"Stop, calm down, I'll talk, I'll talk, okay?"

"Don't lie to me. If you lie to me, when I settle accounts with the other brothers, you'll be in big trouble."

With things having come to this point, Zhuang Sen had no choice but to confess everything he knew, leaving no stone unturned.

When Mordred heard that his inventory had been twisted into a treasure trove during the dimensional collision and then completely looted by the Empire, his blood boiled and his mind went blank.

But that wasn't the end of it. When he asked about the reserve soldiers that Ning Jing had transferred out, even worse news came: Zhuang Sen said that all those people who came from who-knows-where had been assigned to the Emperor's Son and White Scar, who were nearby.

"So, not only have I lost my life savings, but you've also completely squandered the technical talent I painstakingly trained?"

"No, I really didn't eat a single bite. You have no idea what a mess the Empire was in back then, and as the War Commander, I had to prioritize the overall situation."

Apart from the first wave that ate the rest, I didn't dare touch any of your people or supplies; I handed them all over to the Empire.

In the end, I gained nothing, the Caliban hated me, the Legion split, and even our homeworld was destroyed. I was the most unfortunate one.

Before Zhuang Sen could finish speaking, Mordred felt everything go black before his eyes and collapsed to the ground amidst the gasps of the crowd, his cerebral blood vessels bursting and he fell into a coma.

"Ahhh, my money!"

(End of this chapter)