Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 333 Borrowing a Chicken to Spin an Egg: Aiding Baal

The most painful thing in the world is dying before you've spent all your money, but even more painful is living on but losing all your wealth.

"Waaaaah, you bunch of wicked people, you didn't leave me a single thing! I've been so good to you, building houses and ships for you and even providing aid, and you've all ganged up on my youngest son."

My poor Tom, separated from his father at a young age, and then met you bunch of useless uncles, struggling to support the entire legion, no, the warband all by himself.

Yes, you guys even dismantled my legion. And in the end, we still have to pay you a share of the profits? It's outrageous!

"Zhuang Sen, you heartless bastard! Have you forgotten that I was the one who brought you back to the Empire? If it weren't for me, the Dark Angels would have collapsed when we fought Ran Dan."

"Stop talking, stop talking, how can you blame me?"

Seeing Mordred rambling on like a shrew, Zhuang Sen felt his scalp tingle. He didn't want to eat up a childless family either, and how could he be blamed for this?
"The great rebellion was orchestrated by you, Horus, and my father. Heaven knows why you messed things up yourselves, and why you didn't tell us beforehand?"

Moreover, you are the one who has caused the greatest harm to the Empire. Compared to you, the destruction caused by Horus is just a drop in the ocean.

"You're talking nonsense. Who knew that the four peddlers would pull this stunt out of their minds? I'm a victim too. I haven't eaten a single bite of food in 1 years. I've been living in a daze like an idiot."

And why wouldn't I tell you? Ask your own kids! They're all like problem children. Telling you would be terrible; they'd be stuffed like cream puffs on the spot.

Mordred glanced at Zhuang Sen beside him, narrowed his eyes, and muttered a sarcastic remark:
"I don't know who it was, but after returning to the legion, they were shot in the back, causing resentment throughout the legion. It's one thing for them to act like a saint, but they also force the legion to be like them."

If you had spoken up and argued back then, the Dark Angels wouldn't have split apart.

"You're there every day, and loyalty that's not absolute is absolutely disloyal. You consider loyalty the best reward? You're even more conflicted than Peipei, just wallowing in self-pity!"

Seeing Mordred reveal his secrets, the Lion King didn't hold back. He was the elder brother of all the Primarchs; you're not giving me any face at all!
"Oh ho, you have the nerve to talk about me like that? I wonder who it was that just returned to the empire and was bombarded by his offspring, blown to bits like a crispy chicken."

Among brothers, every single one must, even if they have little secrets, openly adhere to the imperial truth. You are an exception, colluding with aliens and secretly communicating with Chaos.

Don't think I don't know, you, Mo Lao Er, have a dark past. You've even sent gold beans to the Imperial Guard. Half of the Terra Council is your people. What are you planning to do?
As for that rumor that's spreading in the Sea of ​​Souls, I won't go into it. Anyway, I'm not anyone's illegitimate child, and I won't say who it is either.

You call us problem children, but you're the abnormal one, and you even have violent tendencies.

At least we don't beat up our brothers. You bite everyone you see. I saw you shoot Peturabo in the face with a Titan and beat her up like a spinning top for three days and three nights.

And Luo Jia, I've had a feeling something was off about her for a while now. Don't you dare do what Fugen Ferals did!

"You're slandering me!"

"Do I need to slander you?"

The eldest brother laughed at the second brother, and the second brother criticized the eldest brother. Mordred and Johnson were there, exchanging words and digging up each other's dark history.

If we were to pinpoint the biggest difference between the empires of today and those of 1 years ago, it would undoubtedly be the prevalence of feudal superstition.

During the Great Expedition, the Empire adhered to Imperial Truth, at most spouting some Great Astartesism, and even then, it was still criticized by a group of people.

Nowadays, the state religion is in power, the original gene is a god, and with the name of the original, it is the original god, and above the original god is the god emperor, the yellow weasel.

Time can indeed change many things. Ten thousand years ago, the Legion was incredibly arrogant. If it weren't for the Geneseed, a bug-like product, the Primarch, with his anthropomorphic personality, would have been shot in the back long ago.

Under the long-standing indoctrination of the state religion, the current Astartes are just a group of Crusaders. They have no thoughts, no rebellion, and they all live like Word Bearers.

Watching the two demigods digging up dirt on each other, even the more dutiful Dark Angels had never seen such a scene before. Their worldviews were shattered. They secretly discovered that these two scoundrels were actually Primarchs, and one of them was even their father. That was truly pathetic.

On the contrary, Sammer and his Mordred bastards think this is the true style of our Father of Genetics, truly ruthless and vicious.

They argued for a full half hour, neither able to win an argument, and eventually they calmed down.

"Forget it, let bygones be bygones. Anyway, now that the Great Rift has opened, you can't go back to Tranquility. You might as well stay with the Dark Angels. I'll give you some of the candidate slots within the chapter. Let's get the Atlas core first."

No matter how powerful you are, you're still just a commander without troops.

"There is someone!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Sen saw Mordred display a very unsettling expression, and a group of dark angels walked up behind him.

Looking at the 300 Dark Angels, the Lion King was initially confused, wondering why his Ravenwing had ended up with Mordred. Then he saw the same silly look in the eyes of the Space Marines as Mordred. "It's that batch of Geneseeds and the Blood Stacks. Mordred, you bastard, you still pull this trick."

At that moment, Zhuang Sen understood everything. The oil painting hanging on the underground palace wall, the castle on the golden tree, the black box that guided them to Katachan, and the 987600 gene seeds—it was all part of a plan to use someone else's resources to their advantage.

"Hey Zhuang Sen, what's the rush? You've taken so much from me, what's wrong with me earning some interest? Besides, didn't you just say you wanted me to fight the Dark Angels with you?"

"I was just teasing you earlier. Don't even think about it. I've figured you out now. You're a treacherous and cunning person, just like Guilliman—ambitious."

Although that's what he said, Zhuang Sen didn't dwell on it too much. Instead, he allocated another batch of equipment to Mordred on top of what he already had. Mordred was right; they all owed him this.

On the other hand, Johnson was actually quite happy to see the chapter suffer, since the Dark Angels had absorbed very few Atlas back then, while 90% of the Iron Hand were Atlas.

As the saying goes, even a clever cook can't cook without rice. Before, when I was alone, I had no choice but to fight. Now that I have 300 people, I can fight with 300 people.

Atlas's genetic seeds originally required secondary pairing, primarily relying on seeds cultivated from the Blood Stack for secondary embedding to cope with the intense warfare that consumed the Space Marines during the Great Crusade.

Unlike this later improved version, Atlas's initial 1 men were not like that; they thrived by absorbing the soul fragments of other legions over a long period of time.

The downside of this model is that it's slow and lacks autonomy. Going to Dark Angels turns you into Secret Kid, going to Alpha turns you into Agent Kid, and if you're unlucky enough to go to Ground Fighter or Bumblebee, you become a Civil Engineer.

However, it also has advantages, namely that it can become a specialist student, perfectly adapting to each legion to the point that even Alpha cannot distinguish it, which can be considered a specialized and enhanced version.

In short, Atlas, like Mordred, took the characteristic of mixing to the extreme, and evolved adaptively from the scraps of the Primarch within Mordred's body.

But if that's all there is to it, Atlas is no different from any other legion; at best, it's an enhanced version of Alphareis.

Atlas's greatest strength lies in having Mordred as its Primarch. Once Mordred evolves, the Legion can be transformed in a very short time through the dual connection of the Geneseed and the Mind Network.

However, just as nothing in this world is perfect, this characteristic is also a double-edged sword. If Mordred has a problem, Atlas will collapse instantly.

When a Primarch is corrupted, his offspring may survive, but this is not the case with Atlas. Although they are individual entities, they are more like a part of Mordred that has been dispersed.

But none of that matters. What matters is having these 300 people. Once they regain some strength and embrace the power of the Star God, Mordred can transform into a humanoid STC template and use the Mind Network to gather computing power and farm like crazy.

Take the seemingly simple flashlight as an example. It requires the coordination of more than 700 related professionals and more than 8000 related factories in nine industrial parks to build it from scratch. Most importantly, the production line must be built first.

But Master Mo doesn't need that. With the property of the Star God's power to distort matter, he can directly handcraft it. Let alone a flashlight, even a Titan or a warship can be handcrafted.

But Mordred wasn't stupid. Although it was possible to make it by hand, the efficiency was questionable. With so many Dark Angels and the Stone Fortress having a foundry, he could simply use them as laborers and handle the key parts and build the production line himself.

The only unlucky ones are those 300 cans of food. After the computing power is diverted, they can only perform some basic physiological activities, even worse than Oglin. They might even be used by Mordred as mind control servants.

But it was all worth it. With the full support of the Dark Angels, Mordred became a human printer, relentlessly creating and replicating a large number of the amazing gadgets that Atlas used back then.

Things like man-portable nuclear rocket launchers, thermobaric self-destructing mechanical dogs, space-freezing grenades, and miniature portable divine terminals—not to mention precious items like powered weapons—we've already made them all.

This is just for individual weapons; there are also armored vehicles, but for greater efficiency, Mordred didn't build them from scratch. Instead, they modified existing equipment, resulting in a design heavily influenced by Greenskin thinking.

They even ingeniously offered a trade-in service, refurbishing old equipment and supplying it to new recruits who shouldn't be wearing power armor, which greatly enhanced the overall strength of the chapter.

But the one who was happiest was Johnson. With Mordred, a hero unit that combined a recycling factory, a foundry, a research institute, a Ministry of the Interior, and super-powerful weapons, he immediately began to clean up the surrounding world.

There's no need to use your brain at all; just kill people. Or you don't even need to kill people. With such abundant logistical support, just unleash heavy firepower and spray bullets with a heavy-explosive machine gun.

With the Space Marines' superhuman reflexes, combined with the tactical mods built into their helmets, if every single one of them is going all out, why wouldn't you use your ultimate ability? That would be idiotic!
But these happy days did not last long. Because it was located on the edge of the Hades Galaxy, although there were many crazy people around, it was still relatively normal. A year was enough time to clean up the surrounding galaxies.

Just as Mordred and Johnson were discussing continuing their farming efforts, a wide-area communication was suddenly received by the Star Speaker:
"The Shield of Hades has shattered, the Tyranids are attacking, and Dante, the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, has activated the Final Wall Protocol, sending all sub-churches to support Baal at lightning speed."

"Insects? It's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it fall into my lap effortlessly. I was just wondering where to get some biomass. Zhuang Sen, what do you think?"

"I'll stand and watch!"

"Shall we go then?"

"Done!"

(End of this chapter)