Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 351 You've really put me in a terrible situation! (6k)

"What?! The Ultramarines have taken Lionsgate? How dare he? I knew Guilliman was an ambitious man!"

"What about the Dark Angel and Atlas?"

"Reporting to the lord, no trace of the Dark Angels or Atlas has been found at the front lines. Everything is blue. I can guarantee with my life that I am absolutely not mistaken."

Moreover, after those Ultramarines occupied Lionsgate, they stopped moving and even threatened to massacre the entire Holy Terra if we didn't come over and beg for our lives.

"Damn it, how dare they be so arrogant! They don't treat me like a human being at all! Investigate further and report back."

"Yes!"

As the doors to the government affairs hall closed again, the Minister of the Interior, Irtu, could no longer contain his anger and overturned the table in front of him.

"Trash, you're all trash! You lost such an important place as Lionsgate Port! Are the Orbital Defense Forces just sitting around doing nothing? Prigoren, you piece of garbage!"

"Me, a piece of trash? Iltu, how dare you call me that? You've only been a high lord for a few years!" Imperial Navy five-star admiral Prigoren immediately attacked, grabbing a pencil from the side and throwing it at him.

"Tell me how to stop them? I've activated the orbital defense turrets, the Imperial Navy has surrounded them, and I've even deployed heavy forces to guard the orbital elevators. All that's missing is activating the Holy Terra Void Shield."

But what did they do? They arrived at the sect's port in the blink of an eye. Look into my eyes, tell me how to stop them. I can't exactly bombard Holy Terra, can I?

This is because of you, you, and all of you useless trash—it's because you lacked sufficient intelligence.

The navigator ambassador, the pope of the state church, the abbot of the Starlight Academy, and the representative of the traveling merchants remained silent, indicating that it was none of their business and that Guilliman was simply too wicked.

The official document clearly stated that only one in ten of the expeditionary force survived. They went out with 7 men, but when they returned, their numbers had actually increased. Guilliman was the culprit; he had been planning to kill us for a long time.

A bad soldier makes a bad army, and a bad general makes a bad troop. Seeing that his teammates were all more useless than the last, then-Pope Eldridge of the state church stepped forward:

"Stop arguing, all of you. It's just Lionsgate Port. They're not occupying Holy Terra. Without artillery fire, they can't cause any trouble at all."

Don't forget, we have our people all over here. Have Xingyuting send a telegram saying that Ultra Warrior Dark Angel Atlas is plotting a rebellion.

Furthermore, send those four battle groups to fight. We've spent so much money and supported so many people; we're not letting them do nothing.

"I am the Pope of the State Religion, I am the mouthpiece of the Divine Emperor. Those who dare to act recklessly in Holy Terra will regret it."

Before the Pope could finish speaking, the doors of the government hall opened again, and the messenger who had left earlier returned, kneeling on one knee and reporting:

"My lord, several battle commanders have come to offer their advice, wishing to share your burdens! Moreover, they say they have come up with a perfect plan that can definitely eliminate the insects and shoot down the sun, thus relieving the urgent crisis."

"Good, they are indeed loyal ministers and generals. With such loyal people, how can we not achieve our great cause? Quickly, invite them in."

As the messenger departed again, the councilors felt much more at ease. They hadn't expected the person they had summoned to be so loyal, and they all praised the Grand Instructor of the Assassin's Court for his ability to recognize talent.

They even started talking about adding seats in parliament, giving these loyal and patriotic individuals a rotating seat, which was unprecedented for them.

As for why they didn't give permanent seats, isn't that obvious? They'll give them a little something in return; they can't really give them real benefits! If you're going to be a dog, you have to be prepared to be one.

“That’s right, if you’re going to be a dog, you have to be prepared to be one. But to put their minds at ease, I’ll go and bring them in myself!”

The speaker was none other than Fadix, the Grand Instructor of the Assassin's Court. This move drew praise from the lords, who were surprised that this murderous scoundrel who had always been at odds with them was so cooperative.

Because of the Vangelich Incident, the Assassin's Court, despite being an ancient organization established in the middle of the Great Crusade, has always been on the margins of the Highlords Council.

Even though the Assassins' Court possesses formidable military strength, it remains at the bottom of the power hierarchy, belonging to the lower ranks of councilors. Apart from having a fixed vote, it is essentially no different from a rotating seat.

Since Fadix volunteered to do chores, the High Lord naturally wouldn't refuse; on the contrary, he saw it as a gesture of goodwill.

What they didn't know was that as soon as Fadix stepped out, he turned into a small room, and standing in front of him was none other than Trajan, the commander of the Imperial Guard who had orchestrated this whole affair.

"Our plan has finally succeeded."

"Yes, Project Paperclip has finally been a complete success. Your deeds will not be forgotten. Tell me, what reward do you want?"

The Grand Master shook his head. As a warrior and the Empire's most dangerous assassin, even after ten thousand years, the Assassin's Court still maintained its ancient traditions and did not need rewards. After all, loyalty was the best reward.

“No reward is needed. As the Grand Instructor of the Assassin Court, it is my duty to serve the Empire. But as for Fadix, I have a question for you, and I hope you can satisfy my curiosity.”

"Marshal, according to the records, you were born in the upper echelons of Terra 888 years ago. You were chosen while you were still in the womb and transformed into a member of the Royal Guard in the Holy Palace."

"Yes."

Fadix nodded and continued, "After that, you became a member of the Alarusian Guard and won two Blood Games, earning the position of Captain of the Shield Guard."

Afterwards, together with the Dark Angels, they destroyed the space wreckage and spent centuries leading attacks both inside and outside the solar system, launching 23 independent extrasolar blockade strikes, ultimately drinking from the Great Vortex.

This was an extremely glorious victory. People say you have the courage of ten thousand men, no less than the Lion King.

It was precisely because of this achievement that he was recommended by Marshal Xiao Maomi of the Imperial Guard to become the 17th Marshal of the Imperial Guard.

Well, no matter how many times it happens, whenever the former marshal is mentioned, I still feel that the name of your Imperial Guard is extremely abstract.

But none of that matters. What matters is that during the 23rd blockade strike, you met Belisarius Caul, which ultimately led to His Highness Guilliman's return.

"Are you investigating me?"

"It's just a professional habit."

As he spoke, Fadix narrowed his eyes. Chemical agents, deadly even to a Space Marine, surged and roared through his veins, energizing his mortal body, which was at the pinnacle of combat prowess.

"Then I must ask you, why have you become such a different person since His Highness Guilliman's return? You even know the Oath Law, which only our Assassin's Court Grand Masters know. It is because of this law that I cooperated with you."

As an Iverson assassin, I know I don't have your wisdom, and I don't care who is right or wrong, but we are the blades forged by the Seal Master to protect His Majesty.

The Assassins' Court has been loyal for generations, with no one ever betraying them, even the madman Vangelich only wanted to set things right.

So here's the question: how do you know about the Oath Law? And how are you so familiar with our Assassin's Court?

The timing doesn't match, and neither do your relationships. What secret are you hiding? I have reason to suspect you've been possessed by Chaos. You're probably going to say I'm mortal enemies with Chaos, right?

"Bullshit! I am mortal enemies with Chaos! You bastard!"

Knowing the other party would answer like that, the great mentor smiled without saying a word. Although he was a brute, he enjoyed the thrill of intellectually crushing others, and felt his brain itching.

Perhaps due to the overdose of biochemical agents, in order to ensure that nothing went wrong, before going to the meeting alone, the Grand Master also injected himself with a terrifying drug called the Nine Birds Power, which had long been lost in the Empire, so that his muscles were now swollen all over and he could only slightly grin.

But it was all worth it. The power of the nine birds, though a forbidden drug, was a combat potion used exclusively by the original Magnus, the Primarch of the Daedric Empire. It could cause muscles to swell and grant one extraordinary intelligence.

However, its medicinal properties are too domineering and violent, and ordinary people will inevitably die from using it. It must be taken in combination with Xiaokuihua liver-protecting tablets in order to neutralize the medicinal properties and obtain the power of the nine birds.

However, even with the Little Sunflower Liver Protector, this combat drug is still too overpowered. Only Iverson, an assassin in the Assassin's Court, can use it due to his strong drug resistance.

Even so, it cannot be used too much. Overuse will make people muddled and narrow-minded, not only losing their extraordinary wisdom but also turning them into idiots.

The great mentor Vangelich was transformed into a terrifyingly muscular madman due to excessive drug use.

"Hahaha, trying to hide it from me? Humph, impossible!"

"You hid it so well that no one could discover your little secret, but even with such a wonderful disguise, you overlooked a crucial detail."

"detail?"

"That's right. As everyone knows, the Imperial Guard, regardless of age or gender, are all a bunch of perverts who love to run around naked. And you, Trajan, you devil, have never taken off your helmet."

"You wouldn't believe it, but I've been watching you for ten years. I was watching you from the corner even when you were sleeping, taking a shower, or going to the toilet."

Logically, I should have been spying on you for the rest of my life, but you couldn't resist and actually came to me for a private talk beforehand. Now that I've done it for you, you have to satisfy my curiosity.

"Take off your helmet to show your loyalty. I'm not afraid to tell you, I received three injections before coming here. Even if you're a great demon, I'm confident I can take you down with me."

Tula was completely dumbfounded. Compared to being spied on for ten whole years, he was more curious about how this bastard managed to sneak into the palace. How could the palace be like a toilet, where anyone could just walk in?

"Stop, you could have just asked me directly, why did you have to make such a fuss? And I want to correct you on one point, I'm not one of those streaking perverts, wearing clothes is normal, I'm the normal one, they're the abnormal ones."

Anyway, the die is cast, so I won't hide it anymore. Don't get excited, I'll take off my helmet right now.

After saying this, Trajan took a step back to show his sincerity, slowly placed his hands on both sides of the helmet and lifted them up. With a slightly comical sound, the helmet was completely removed.

"Pop~" "Holy crap, showing off a dog!"

………………Kissing line………………

Those who frequently plot rebellion know that the most important thing to do in order to "purge the emperor's inner circle" is to control public opinion and seize the power of discourse. Regardless of whether the other side is righteous or evil, just label a traitor or a major collaborator as such, and vice versa.

This is why, throughout history and across the world, those who staged coups first controlled radio stations, broadcasts, and all means of transmitting information outwards—the key was speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

The most important thing above all is the army. The reason is quite simple: how can you win a complete defeat if you don't have any soldiers?

If you don't have any troops under your command and haven't completely sealed off the capital, then it's a complete joke, and you're just insane.

But just as there are all sorts of birds in a big forest, human diversity is incredibly varied. In the time of ancient Terra, there was a local ruler who played a trick by lighting beacon fires to amuse his subjects, and in the end, he destroyed himself.

Even more abstract is that he couldn't even copy homework properly, and before causing trouble, he cut off the army's food rations, making his soldiers hate him so much that they had to grin at him, making people wonder if he was even human.

However, this kind of abstract operation will not appear on Mordred. The only limitation for him is that Atlas is few in number. Is there a ruthless guy like Atlas?

Yes, some brothers, the Dark Angel is the perfect fit. With a greatsword and dual pistols, and a little hood on, he'll surely bring endless joy to everyone!

Immediately after the raid on the sect, the expeditionary force split into three groups: the front wolves feigned sleep while the rear wolves attacked from behind; the numerous and powerful Extreme Warriors drew attention forward; Zhuang Sen led a team to raid from behind; and Mordred directly led a group through time and space to launch a surprise attack on the Star Language Fortress located in the North Pole.

Accompanied by the roar of exploding bombs and the acrid ozone produced by plasma scorching the air, one Atlas after another stormed into the fortress.

Looking at the filthy blood spreading at his feet, Mordred clicked his tongue and commented in the mental network: "Samel, your methods are really too crude. If it were in the past, you might not even have been able to leave the Catachan training camp, let alone graduate."

The goal is not to kill, but to control them, to break them down with fear, to make them tremble with terror.

These are all future assets of Atlas. It would be such a waste to kill such useful Star Speakers; just chop off their limbs.

Mordred's voice spread through the mental network. Unlike his usual abstract and silly demeanor, Atlas never spoke during battle.

The mind network connects everyone's thoughts. Without communication or discussion, a single thought is enough to execute a command.

Through the mental network, Mordred is able to view every battlefield from the perspective of her offspring. Ten thousand years of silence have caused Atlas to lose its former glory, which, in Mordred's words, has become crude and inefficient.

But this was just the beginning. Atlas had no shortage of adaptability, and a large number of memory fragments from the Legion era were scattered into the mental network.

As one stronghold after another was cleared out, more and more resistance fighters had their limbs cut off, their tongues pulled out, and their teeth crushed, and Atlas's steps became increasingly light and casual.

The half-ton armor was not a constraint, but rather another layer of skin.

The Raven Guards can hide half a company of men behind a single tree; this is their talent and their characteristic. The Midnight Lords can shatter will with fear; this is their skill and their very essence.

Atlas may not be as outstanding as his cousin, but being unremarkable is also a kind of talent. The shadows are generous in bestowing blessings upon him, and fear accompanies him, ultimately turning the impossible into the possible.

The noise gradually subsided, and eventually the entire fortress fell into complete silence, with only sporadic wails echoing intermittently, signaling the arrival of judgment hidden in the shadows.

Humming an unknown tune, Mordred continued to stride forward. No one would stop Mordred's steps; Atlas would clear away any obstacles first.

At 3 minutes and 12 seconds, the final moment of the fall of Starfortress arrived. Atlas guarded their Gene Lord, and every warrior looked at Mordred with longing eyes.

"Well done."

"Hey ha, I've lived up to the Legion's expectations!"

Ten thousand years later, Mordred heard that response again, and was overwhelmed with emotion. His previously composed demeanor shattered instantly, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
"Good, as expected of my offspring, you truly have the style I had back then. Roland, have you done what I asked you to do?"

"Reporting to Father, the mission you entrusted to me has been a complete success. I have obtained all the call records of the Terra officials. With this list, none of them will escape."

What a bunch of vermin! So extravagant and wasteful, hoarding so many resources yet showing no filial piety towards their father—it's utterly outrageous!

"Huh!? Roland, what are you saying? I think you've gone mad from being a super warrior. What do you mean by 'paying tribute to me'? This was originally ours."

"Ah, Father is right, this was originally ours, it is ours!"

Mordred was quite pleased to see his offspring realize their mistake and return to the right path. As the saying goes, treasures and wonders belong to the virtuous, and Mordred not only possessed virtue, but also two virtues. If you were to give him a blank sheet of paper and ask him to list all his surnames, he would not only have two virtues, but he would have far more than that.

"Father, what should we do next? Should we inform the other two princes?"

Mordred nodded, indicating that he would definitely notify them. The reason why we at Atlas are successful is because we believe in the principle of "if we live, others will live too."

Of course, everyone should get a share when distributing things, but you, Roland, need to be smart. What you have in your hands isn't just a list, but the seed money for Atlas's future, so it must be done "fairly and impartially."

“Father, I know, I’m not stupid.”

"You kid, no wonder you studied at Ultra Warriors, you get it right away. Go find your uncle, and remember to make sure you do it cleanly."

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Mordred was quite confident in Roland, this reserve role player, and even saw a resemblance to Goff in him.

Thinking of this, Mordred became even more motivated. He had to revive his four Heavenly Kings as soon as possible, especially Goff, who was just a Primarch, while Goff was the Legion Commander.

Before that, Mordred must use this opportunity to accumulate enough resurrection coins for Atlas, as this is the only way to bring the Legion back to Earth, since resurrection costs money, and it is quite expensive.

As for wanting Mordred to work hard to earn money like he did back then, that's absolutely impossible. He'll never work in his life; nothing beats stealing.

Secretly calculating the time, after a full three hours of silence across the entire frequency range, Mordred did not hesitate and directly cut off Terra's interstellar communication.

As for the Shenyin terminal, which serves as a backup system, it's even simpler. Mordred is the creator of the Shenyin network, so getting a network cable is as easy as eating or drinking.

At the same time, the instant Terran communications were completely paralyzed, a warp storm arose from Holy Terra, plunging the entire human homeworld into complete isolation.

This sudden event disrupted the trio's plans. Even Guilliman, a psionic Muggle, sensed something was wrong and said to his reunited buddies:

"What do you think Father is doing? Is he really stupid or is he pretending?"

“It? That word is very apt.” Johnson agreed with Guilliman’s assessment. Although he had not witnessed the Emperor’s madness like Guilliman, he had seen the white-bearded old man in the illusion.

It's one thing to be superstitious, but to put on a King Arthur mini-drama? Does he really think I, Zhuang Sen, am uneducated? Besides, I've been asleep for 1 years, so I should be Snow White. At least Snow White had seven Titan legions to save the princess.

"Come on, the weasel might have dementia, but dementia is unlikely. I'm more inclined to believe he's afraid of getting beaten up and is trying to cover for himself temporarily. I know him too well."

Now everything is ready except for the final push. Zhuang Sen, it's time for us brothers to join forces again. Come closer!

"bring it on!"

Seeing his two older brothers about to unleash their combined attack, a teleportation technique, Guilliman couldn't deny his envy. But ever since he entrusted Rambo to Trajan's care, he'd become timid, unable to even unleash a single energy blast, and could only stare helplessly.

Soon, with Mordred's combination of battery, humanoid supercomputer, and positioning radar, the Lion King's jungle walking ability became effective even without the forest as a reference point.

A supernatural, chilling mist swept across layers of obstacles, and twisted, winding tendrils spread from the steel capital. Accompanied by a grassland illusion that enveloped every soldier around, the expeditionary force, which was originally at Lionsgate Port, was instantly teleported to the outskirts of the palace.

Before this, everyone was prepared for a tough battle, but when they arrived, the expected strong counterattack did not occur; instead, something rather strange happened.

The reason was that in the huge square outside the palace, a large number of Space Marines sat on the ground, some sunbathing, some playing cards, some playing games, and some even having hot pot together, but not a single one of them was raising a gun to shoot.

More abstractly, upon discovering the arrival of outsiders, this group of thugs instantly stood up and stared at them with a rather grotesque look.

That deep-seated, undeniable aura of slacking off was impossible to fake. Guilliman and Johnson immediately looked at Mordred, who was standing there dumbfounded:
"Second brother, second brother, was this also part of your plan?"

"Ah! Me? Did I make this plan?"

Even the Lion King was so angry he laughed. Guilliman couldn't hold back any longer: "Second brother, I've figured it out now. Everyone says I'm ambitious, but you're the most ambitious one."

"These people are all yours, inside and out. Surely it couldn't be that the High Lord did this on purpose?"

Mordred wanted to retort, he didn't know what was going on, but he wasn't given a chance to argue. Four figures rushed over and grabbed his legs in front of 11 Space Marines and millions of civilian support troops.
"Father! You've finally arrived. It's cold outside, quickly put on a robe."

"Huh? This robe looks so familiar!"

"Father, you jest. This is the very cloak the Emperor wore when he fought on the battlefield. Now Terra is ours, and you are the Lord of Terra!"

"Am I the Lord of Terra?"

"Correct!"

(End of this chapter)