Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 349 Sigh, I have an idea!
With the resounding victory in the Battle of Baal, news of the Primarch's return to the Empire began to spread like wildfire, which served as a signal that the entire Dark Side was bustling with activity.

If the unfolding of the Great Rift caused the Empire to split apart, dealing a heavy blow to the worlds living in the Empire's shadow, then the victory in the Battle of Baal was a turning point, letting all the human worlds living in the shadows know that they had not been abandoned by the Empire.

That's how people are. If they've never seen the light, they'll live their whole lives in a daze. But once a tiny spark appears, they'll chase after it like moths to a flame.

But while some are happy, others are crying. As the greatest enemy of the current empire, the Black Legion Warmaster, the son of Horus, the invincible, the most powerful, the most evil, the most domineering, and the strongest in the galaxy, Abaddon's mood is not so pleasant.

Although Abaddon was chosen by the Four Gods and possessed the cursed sword Drachnien, others might not know this, but surely Abaddon knew it too?

If it weren't for the Primarchs disappearing one after another back then, he wouldn't have dared to launch the Black Crusade. In fact, at the very beginning, he only dared to linger near the Eye of Fear and didn't even dare to show his face.

Even so, the Black Legion was repeatedly and brutally beaten by Felus, Abaddon's strictest and kindest uncle, until Dorn disappeared before they dared to step out of the Eye of Terror.

Moreover, it wasn't just Abaddon; most of the survivors of the Great Rebellion were in the Black Legion. Regardless of how much of these so-called veterans of the ages were worth, at least these people had actually participated in the Great Crusade.

The Great Rebellion was a mess that no one could explain clearly. There were genuine rebellions, secret rebellions, feigned rebellions, and even those who were manipulated into rebellion. Add to that the Hydra, with its mystical forces roaming everywhere, and no one could say for sure or understand it.

But one thing they knew was that there was no turning back.

Loyalty that is not absolute is absolutely disloyal. No matter what the reason for falling into chaos, once you are tainted by chaos, you can never wash it off in this lifetime.

Previously, Guilliman's return to Abaddon was not a big deal, after all, Guilliman is known for his thin skin and big filling, and is very ambitious. Currently, nearly half of the million Space Marines in the Imperium of Man are his Ultramarines, and there are even a large number of former Ultramarines among the Chaos Space Marines.

Putting everything else aside, Huron, the Lord of the Maelstrom, was the former Chapter Commander of the Star Claws, which in turn was a sub-band of the Ultramarines. In terms of having a large rear end and being able to give birth, Guilliman was absolutely the best in the army.

What does "the Lion King's return" mean? Fine, the Lion King's return is one thing, but why is there a big, golden-haired guy following him? It can't be an angel, can it?
To put his mind at ease, Abaddon sent out a large number of demon spies, only to find that the demons he sent out died one after another.

As for why they died so quickly, it's just bad luck that these demon spies stumbled into Mordred's demonic magic circle and were all eaten like snacks.

Mordred recovered so quickly; Abaddon deserves at least a second-class merit.

But perseverance pays off, and some weak demons actually managed to sneak in. Then they ran into the Tyranids and the Baal garrison, who were already fighting each other to the death.

In the very end, before the Lion King finally pinned them down and killed them, these demons who had fought the entire battle actually managed to get the news out.

The good news is that the unknown Primarch didn't have wings and wasn't an archangel.

The bad news is that this Primarch is named Mordred.

Abaddon had no recollection of Mordred, but strangely, the name sounded somewhat familiar, and he wasn't the only one who felt this way; the veterans of the long-standing war also thought so.

To find the answer to his question, Abaddon sought out the most approachable Blood God, and there he heard a familiar tongue twister, instantly recalling the erased memory.

From then on, Abaddon became depressed, and he directly rejected his original plan to take advantage of the situation after the Battle of Baal, and began to move on to the Misty Starfield.

Even the greatest enemies of Chaos know that these three people combined are not to be trifled with, yet some fools still insist on courting death, even sending out 13 Star Language messages as if they were afraid of not dying fast enough.

What else can we do? We have no choice but to kill!

"Nephew, we're going back to Holy Terra to kill some people and have some fun. From now on, this place is in your hands. Don't let us down, and remember to get plenty of sunshine."

"Second Uncle, I understand."

Seeing Dante's life-or-death expression, Guilliman assumed he was still upset and immediately went over and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him:
"Dante, what I said is absolutely true. You are now the regent in the shadows. Go ahead and do your job with confidence. Your father will be proud of you. By the way, why are you looking so long-faced? Smile!"

How could Dante not have a long face? He thought he could retire with honor, but now he found that he was completely immortal. Not only could he not die, but he didn't even need to eat. He could just bask in the sun and drink some water and be as energetic as a dog.

"Your Highness, you have truly caused me great suffering!"

"What do you mean by that? It's clearly a case of the capable doing more work. You need to believe in yourself and work hard!"

“Guilliman is right. The first time I saw you, I thought you looked like Saint Gilles. If the angels saw their offspring so radiant, they would be pleased.”

Lion King doesn't usually praise people, after all, his emotional intelligence comes from his emperor status. These two sentences have drained 80% of his emotional intelligence, highlighting his straightforwardness and sincerity.

After being praised by the three Primarchs, Dante felt much better. But before he could say anything more, he saw the three of them laughing and talking as they jumped onto the landing craft and ran faster than White Scar.

"Mephisto, what's that word again?"

"PUA!"

"Yes, am I being manipulated?"

"That's right, Commander, didn't you realize? The three Primarchs have been manipulating you all along. Otherwise, why would they give you so much power as the Dark Regent? They're just making you do the work. I saw it during the parade. They kept making you give speeches on stage, just so they could run away now."

Dante turned around and grabbed Mephisto's shoulder with such force that even Mephisto, a powerful cultivator, felt a sharp pain: "Then why didn't you warn me?"

"Commander, I'm not the one in charge of the secret regent, so why should I remind you?"
And, Master, believe it or not, the three Primarchs are probably already drinking and celebrating handing this mess over to you.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" "Are you sure?"

Dante was already starting to have doubts, but what he didn't know was that Mordred and his two companions were not only celebrating, but also feasting.

"Hahaha, I knew it! Dante would definitely take this job. Retire? Retire my ass!"

"Second brother is right. No wonder you were so happy while I was working myself to the bone back then. Maybe I should find a scapegoat, no, I should find a good son to help me manage the legion."

Guilliman's words struck a chord with Johnson and Mordred, who both sighed. Mordred sighed because he was thinking of his personal servant, Gough, while Johnson was thinking of Luther.

Goff is alright, since his soul was hidden by Mordred. As long as he gets his red scarf back, he can begin to resurrect Atlas.

But Luther was different. This guy, who was Zhuang Sen's mother, son, and enemy, could have disappeared anywhere. The explosion not only threw Zhuang Sen away, but also caused Luther to disappear.

Thinking about this, Zhuang Sen felt quite aggrieved. He still couldn't understand why his own Caliban had exploded.

“Father, don’t think about it so much. Let bygones be bygones. Instead of adding to your troubles, you should think about how to deal with those bastards. They dare to order you around. I’ll be the first to object.”

After saying that, Azrael opened a bottle of red wine, and Ezekiel used his psionic energy to chill it. Anyone who saw this would praise him as a filial son.

The Lion King thought about it and agreed. Compared to the Caliban civil war, he was more concerned about the swarm of insects. He immediately said, "Why don't we just bombard Holy Terra?"

Based on that statement alone, Mordred was certain that Azrael was definitely Johnson's son, and all he did was blow things up.

"Zhuang Sen, look at you, you're so impatient. All you know is fighting and killing. We are civilized people. You've dragged down the moral standards of the three of us brothers, making it seem like I only know how to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Since they want to have a meeting, let's go.

“If you go up there and kill them all, where will I get the military funds to rebuild Atlas? Letting them die is too cheap; we must squeeze every last drop of oil out of them.”

So let's play with them. And the first step is to show weakness. Guilliman, it's your turn to step in. Write me: the Dark Angels are down to 10%, the Ultramarines have suffered heavy casualties, and Atlas has less than 100 men.

"Make it as miserable as possible, as weak as possible, ideally making them think we're a bunch of useless trash."

Meanwhile, just as Mordred and his two support characters were figuring out how to maximize their profits, another group of people also began to think about it.

As the saying goes, a bad person's elaborate schemes are no match for a fool's clever idea. The High Lord had already summoned the expeditionary force with 13 star messages to demand an explanation, but due to political differences, he started arguing with the High Lord himself.

The Minister of the Interior believed that the Primarch was an obstacle, and that he should be killed if possible, and imprisoned if he couldn't be killed. However, the Pope of the State Church believed that the Primarch was the son of the God-Emperor, a demigod. He argued that since they had worshipped the god for so many years, and the god had finally returned, they should be honored.

The casting general and the Minister of Justice said, "Do whatever you want, but the Unyielding Expedition absolutely cannot stop. One of us brothers wants to collect taxes, and the other wants to make money."

The most bizarre thing was the Inquisition, which actually suspected that these three Primarchs were not the Emperor's biological children, but wild ones, and even said that Mordred was unclean and was a demon chieftain.

In the rotating seats, Trajan, the commander of the Imperial Guard, was still feigning death; the charter captain's spokesperson had no say at all; and the high-ranking Imperial admiral was still a figurehead, trying to figure out how to recruit someone from the navigator ambassador.

In short, none of these 12 imperial leaders were normal; each had their own hidden agendas and was more wary of their own people than of outsiders.

After three full days of discussion, the group did come up with a feasible solution: to host a banquet, behead the victim, and take the victim as a dog.

Inviting guests is easy enough, but the important thing is to behead them. We must have overwhelming military force to deter them in order to take the Primarch under our control.

The task was assigned to the Solar Defense Force, but to ensure everything went smoothly, the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court stepped forward and said that there was a warband that had a close personal relationship with the Assassin's Court and only cared about money.

"Are you talking about..."

"It's the one who has a very close personal relationship with your Mechanical Cult."

"Blood Raven?"

"That's right!"

"But they are too few in number, only 3000 people. What if they can't control the situation?"

"I have a solution!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the golden figure, their surprise evident, for the speaker was Trajan, the commander of the Imperial Guard.

“I can send the Iron Hand here, but in exchange, you must give me the Ministry of Justice’s Abomination Exemplar. As for what you want to do, I won’t ask.”

"A ruler's word is his bond."

"The Emperor is my witness!"

(End of this chapter)