Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 360 The Forgotten

Time flies, and years pass by. Looking at the red-haired brat in front of her, Mordred had no recollection of ever having such a sister.

But he quickly realized that among the 21 Primarchs, aside from the two unfortunate individuals, Loka and Peturabo, there was only one possibility left:

Sisyphus?

"it's me!"

"Then why are you wearing Dorn's clothes?"

"I saw that nobody wanted this armor, so I picked it up."

"Then why did you run away?" Zhuang Sen asked, puzzled.

"If you chase me, of course I'll run!"

It was logical and irrefutable. Anyone else would have run away if three big guys suddenly appeared. But if you said it was the truth, Johnson and Mordred wouldn't believe it, only Guilliman would.

"Something's not right. Something's nine-tenths wrong. If you're a Primarch, why didn't you show yourself when the three of us brothers returned?"

"Can you not say it?"

"Are you sure? Johnson, quickly lift up Guilliman's clothes and show her our methods."

Without any hesitation, amidst Guilliman's loud scream, Zhuang Sen ripped off his robe, revealing Guilliman's bruised and battered body, especially the diaper with the Extreme symbol printed on it, which was quite eye-catching.

"Kid, don't think I won't torture you just because you're our sister. We have plenty of ways and means. We even dare to beat up those weasels. There's nothing we wouldn't dare to do!"
If you tell the truth, I'll accept you as my sister. If you don't, I'm just worried about not having enough Primal Blood Stacks to create seeds.

Mordred and Johnson don't seem to be acting, and Guilliman's injury isn't fake either. The three of them together are far from God and not close to humanity either.

“I said, after I finish speaking, can you let me go? I didn’t do anything. I didn’t even leave Terra. I just picked up a piece of clothing.”

Sisyphus, true to her name, looks incredibly easy to bully. Not only does she speak in a cowardly tone, but she also has an extremely low profile. If she hadn't been exposed to her face, probably no one would have noticed her. She's like a big rat crawling in the shadows.

Seeing how cooperative this guy was, Mordred softened her tone considerably, saying that they were siblings from the same parents, how could they possibly harm him? He added that he was the one who rubbed his body for him.

“But you are bad people, you are tyrants. You came to Terra and started a massacre. The one who is not wearing clothes is the worst. That’s what the books say. And I saw the three of you ganging up on Father.”

"Nonsense, we were clearly treating our father. Even tigers don't eat their cubs. The weasel is our father. How could we possibly beat him? Didn't you see it was raining in Terra? These are tears of emotion and relief."

As for why we launched this massive purge, it's entirely because the other side was inhumane; they didn't kill anyone who had any positive impact, sending them directly to labor reform.

Sisyphus didn't believe it and pretended to be stupid, but Mordred wouldn't tolerate it. She opened the box on the spot and tore the Centurion armor apart with her bare hands. Then the three brothers discovered a problem: Sisyphus was too short.

Among the Primarchs, whose average height is over three meters, Sisyphus is only two and a half meters tall, while even the two shorty Alpha and Omega are two and a half meters tall.

"Look, what are you looking at? So what if I'm tall? Does being tall make you superior? Good things come in small packages, but you're all about height and no brains."

The three men's gazes deeply stung Sisyphus's pride. She didn't want to be so short, but that was exactly what she was. Plus, without armor to fill out her physique, she felt terrible.

This only confirmed Mordred's suspicions: the Soul Drinkers were definitely Sisyphus's offspring, given how rare it was to find such evenly distributed creatures. Furthermore, the fact that the few remaining members of the 11th Legion were assigned to the Imperial Fist after the Battle of Randan further supported the Soul Drinkers' self-proclaimed title of Imperial Fist Legion.

Sisyphus was slightly taken aback, his mouth already steaming. He never expected to encounter such a troubled child after ten thousand years. Mordred couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately, as a great educator, Master Mo had ample experience in educating such problem children, and he directly crushed the centurion's adamantite skeleton with his bare hands in front of Sisyphus.

As Sisyphus watched the clump of adamantium, like soft mud, seeping out from between Mordred's fingers, his eyes instantly cleared. In fact, this was when Mordred placed her hand on his head.

"Alas, back in the day, your second brother was a peerless warrior who could overpower all others with just his bare body through hard work and sweat. He could smash the skull of even a Chaos Demon with a single punch. But now he's not as good as he used to be."

Why are you sweating so much?

Of course she was sweating. Ever since that hand was placed on her head, she felt like her head was protesting. And when she met Mordred's rather kind and gentle gaze, she didn't dare to move.

"Second brother, I'm so excited. The thought of reuniting with you makes me incredibly happy."

"really?"

"Even fine gold isn't this real!"

"See, you should have done this earlier. Remember, I am your second brother, this is your eldest brother, and that ambitious fellow is your thirteenth brother! From now on, you will be the second princess of the empire."

Without giving Sisyphus a chance to wonder, Mordred simply grabbed her, tucked her under his arm, and headed deeper into the palace.

Mordred was probably more familiar with the palace's structure than Dorne, the chief architect, after all, he was the major financier of the Weasel Web, and he knew far too much about the little secrets hidden in those dark corners.

In the rather deathly silence, none of the three brothers spoke, except for Sisyphus, who was still muttering to herself, but she soon ran out of things to say, because Mordred was really good at opening boxes.

As the green light came on, a secret elevator was activated. There were many footprints around it, indicating that people frequently came and went, but the elevator had never been used.

After taking this elevator, the four of them arrived directly at the Gene Research Institute located deep in the Himalayas. As soon as they opened the door, they saw a large number of small odds and ends piled up here, as messy as a doghouse. There was even a complete set of the Imperial Guard Achilles armor inside.

The entire research institute was in complete chaos, with signs of battle everywhere. The most conspicuous thing was a dog hole that ran through multiple walls, going straight up, its depth unknown.

There was a lot of household garbage next to the dog hole, but the most abundant thing was books, all kinds of books.

Just by randomly picking a book and looking at the title, Mordred was already in a bad mood: "Who the hell wrote 'The Supreme Ruler of the God Emperor'? Oh! It's Luo Jia, no wonder."

When Sisyphus saw Mordred easily bypass multiple layers of defenses, not only without triggering any alarms, but also proceeding unimpeded and commenting on his collection, he completely panicked:

"No, I'll do whatever you say, just don't lock me in that cage again."

Mordred remained silent, but placed his hand on the wall, activating the research institute's backup plasma reactor. Accompanied by an electronically synthesized voice confirming identity verification, the damaged facilities were rapidly repaired, revealing the core laboratory behind them.

Seeing the sheep placenta, violently damaged and bearing the Roman numeral 11, Mordred finally put Sisyphus down:

"Tell me everything you know."

(End of this chapter)