Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 345 Eldest Brother, Second Brother, Let Me Explain
The Battle of Baal is over. With the Ultramarines descending from the heavens, the Terran Zerg offensive collapsed instantly.

Although the Zerg hive fleet was gone, the Zerg left behind on Baal were not doomed. In fact, without the control of the node creatures, these Zerg became even more ferocious.

To eliminate any future threats, 13,000 Ultra Warriors from 13 cities were transported to Baal by Guilliman for secondary disinfection.

Although this deployment of troops violated the Codex Astartes, that didn't matter. What mattered was that the Ultramarines saved Baal and destroyed the abominable Tyranids.

With a single shot, he blew the samurai insect's skull off. As the company commander of the second company, Cicarius led his company to thoroughly clear the area in front of them. In his eyes, the insects in front of him were nothing but chickens and dogs, not even a match for him, Lord Cicarius.

The only thing that bothered him was the way his cousins ​​looked at him—3 parts helplessness, 3 parts approval, and the remaining 94 parts indifference, making it impossible for anyone to pay attention to him even if he wanted to ask for directions.

Sicarius was a little puzzled, thinking to himself, "I am your great benefactor. If it weren't for the arrival of us Ultra Warriors, you would have been eaten by the insects long ago. Shouldn't we be giving you a warm welcome?"

But Sicarius quickly realized that although they were respectable in combat, they were still a bunch of bumpkins. Perhaps that was barbarity, unlike their Ultramarines civilization, who didn't even say thank you.

"Boss, there's someone up ahead."

Following the direction his subordinate pointed out, Sicarius indeed saw a figure bending over and fiddling with something on the ground. After a quick glance, he realized it wasn't a bug, but a Space Marine.

Even so, Sicarius still spoke up to correct him: "Roland, although I was just assigned to the Second Company, I've told you so many times that you have to use your job title when you're working. You have to call me Company Commander."

"Okay, plant card!"

"..."

"What, you're not convinced? Why don't you go back to the dueling cage and practice? You can take on our entire company one-on-one! Even that kid Calga doesn't dare to act arrogantly in front of me. He calls you boss, that's enough. What else do you want?"

Roland was fearless, standing like an iron wall beside Sicarius; his bandit-like demeanor was completely unrealistic.

Even the spoiled and arrogant Sicarius wouldn't dare to argue with his father. Roland was capable of doing things like assembling the company in the middle of the night and then brutally beating up his company commander.

Not to mention that Wuwei is an elder with seniority. It's already quite generous of him to acknowledge a young man like himself as his leader. To this day, the position of company commander of the Second Company has been vacant, with only Titus serving as the longest-serving commander.

As for why Titus could convince this group of crazy guys in the second company, Sicarius actually knew the answer: it was because Titus had truly won the Grand Slam by himself, taking on the entire company single-handedly.

This is why Sicarius is so powerful despite his young age. After all, a bunch of old guys train him like crazy every day, and they drag him into the dueling cage for a group fight at the drop of a hat. It's hard not to get stronger.

Perhaps noticing Sicarius's embarrassment, Roland offered words of comfort: "Kid, you've done pretty well already. I have faith in you. Last time you made it to the 72nd person. Next time, if you can hold out until the 80th person, I'll steal Calga's power gloves for you and let you have some fun."

Upon hearing this, Sicarius's helplessness vanished instantly. He immediately replied, "Since you've said that, what else can I say? The company commander isn't important. Just call me Little Ka."

"You little rascal, no wonder you can hang out with us. Let's go, I have this feeling of emptiness inside me, like something's about to happen."

While sweeping away the insects, Sicarius made steady progress and soon spotted the figure picking up trash.

"Hey bro over there, which faction are you in? Your paint job doesn't look like Blood Angels or Dark Angels."

"Ah! Me? I'm from Atlas."

“Atlas.” Heinz Farrow looked at him, dressed in tattered clothes, patched from head to toe, and filthy like a rat.

Sicarius realized he had no idea which chapter was called Atlas, but judging from their black paint and winged insignia, he guessed they were probably a sub-chapter of the Dark Angels.

Although the Dark Angels have a bad reputation, and every member from the main group to the sub-groups is a crazy and eccentric person, they are still quite reliable as long as they are not provoked.

As for when the Dark Angel will react? Sicarius thought it wouldn't be necessary to ask such a question.

"I heard a Primarch has returned. Do you know where he is now?"

Sicarius was prepared to return empty-handed, but to his surprise, the other side claimed to know, and not only that, but also that there was more than one Primarch, and that two had returned to the Empire. As for where they were, they were hiding in that ditch over there.

As expected, following Severus, Sicarius's men quickly discovered the two Primarchs hiding in the ditch. Mordred, who was having hotpot with Johnson, sharpened his gaze the group of Ultramarines peeking out from the edge of the trench, and even Lion King put down his condiment dish to look at his brother.

Zhuang Sen was absolutely certain that the group of Ultra Warriors in front of him were definitely not Guilliman's sons. As for why he knew so much, wasn't it obvious? He would never forget that silly yet wise look in their eyes.

The thought that Guilliman would have to go through what he had gone through made Johnson want to laugh.

What's even better is that he's certain Mordred is up to no good and will definitely try to lure Guilliman over.

Thinking of this, the Lion King ate even more heartily. He needed to eat a few more bites so he would have the strength to welcome his good brother Guilliman.

"Your Highness, if I'm not mistaken, you are the Lion King? I admire you so much!"

"And you must be His Highness Saint Gilles! I've been a fan of yours since I was a child. By the way, where are your wings?"

Wings were nothing to Mordred, who immediately unfurled a pair of pure white wings from her back, and even plucked a feather, handing it to Sicarius in front of her:
"Kid, hurry up and call your father over. I can't wait to see my good brother. Remember not to mention Zhuang Sen is here. We want to give him a surprise. Don't you think so, Zhuang Sen?"

"Indeed, the thought of meeting Guilliman makes my mouth water. By the way, doesn't your legion have any ships yet?"

Mordred nodded, acknowledging his elder brother's ruthlessness, and then commanded the group of "Ultramen" cowering at the edge of the trench, too afraid to advance:

"My dear child, didn't you hear what your uncle said? Hurry back and pack your valuables."

"Father... Your Highness, we're going right now, just you wait and see!"

Looking at his subordinates who had scattered in all directions, Xikalus was still a little confused. How could they all run away in the blink of an eye? "Your Highness, what valuables were you talking about just now?"

"That's a secret!" Mordred smiled without saying a word, and the Lion King appeared behind Sicarius.

…………

Perhaps Guilliman was also eager to join forces with Saint Gilles, for upon receiving the news, he immediately dropped everything, jumped onto the landing craft, and rushed over.

With an excited heart and trembling hands, Guilliman could see the winged figure as he drew closer.

Without any hesitation, the moment the hatch opened, Guilliman rushed out and hugged his good brother tightly.
“Saint Gilles, you’re finally back! I’ve missed you so much! You don’t know, Father has gone mad. He’s like an idiot, all he does is yell ‘Aba aba’ on his throne.”

The pressure that had been building up for so long was finally released, and Guilliman was so moved that he shed tears. Looking at the face in front of him that was exactly the same as the one he remembered, Guilliman cried like a child.

He was so tired, like a hamster, he could only keep running in the wheel, and the wheel was called the Empire.

"But none of that matters anymore, I'm no longer alone."

"Yes, you're not alone anymore. Don't look so sad. Now that we're back, your good days are here. Zhuang Sen, come out quickly, I've caught him."

"What?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a tall figure emerged from the corner of the trench, carrying in his hands none other than Sicarius, stripped of his armor and tightly bound in chains.

"Father, run! He's not an archangel, his name is Mordred!"

Upon hearing this, Guilliman instantly got goosebumps, and his previously beaming face fell, his grin vanishing completely.

Perhaps hoping for the best, Guilliman closed his eyes and waited a while before turning to look at Saint Gillespie, where he saw Mordred.

Meanwhile, Johnson stood behind Guilliman, caught in a pincer movement and caught in a dilemma, Guilliman looked as helpless as a little girl:

"Big brother, second brother, please let me explain, I... Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

(End of this chapter)