Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 369 Tranquility
It is disrespectful for a son to scold his father, and it is even more immoral for a son to beat his father.

Especially for Space Marines who share a bloodline, if someone dares to offend their Gene Master, it is more humiliating than 1 green-skinned boys urinating on their heads!
But there are always exceptions, especially for the Guilliman Glory Guard.

Just like the honor guards of all legions, such as Deathwing, Iron Ring, Kheshig, Morlock, and Black Knight, the Ultramarines' honor guard has a simple name—the Ever-Victorious Army, which means winning big.

Within a legion or warband, the Honor Guard is a very special unit. They are bodyguards and also serve as staff. Only seasoned veterans can join them.

In general, these powerful young men primarily protect those who have risen to the ranks of Chapter Master, Chapter Priest, or Think Tank Director—these incredibly powerful and invincible individuals who can turn the world upside down at will.

It sounds normal, but upon closer inspection, it becomes quite awkward. It's fine when the Primarch isn't around, since everyone is a Space Marine.

People like Calgar, a One-Punch Man, Mephisto, a cultivator, and Dante, who probably won't die in his lifetime, are a minority.

However, the Honor Guard is in a rather awkward position after the Primarch returns. Even the weakest Primarch is still a Primarch. If the Primarch can't beat them, then they are even less likely to be able to beat them.

Before, we could fight and enjoy the envious looks from the new recruits. When the Astral Army saw those cool decorations, they would shout, "Quack! It's the guard captain!" We were completely doomed!

At least there were moments of glory, like when the stretcher team rescued the leader, but things are different now. The Primarch Honor Guard has become the secretariat, with four Primarchs huddled together in Holy Terra. Who can hurt Father?
Even if the Great Demon of Chaos himself came, he would have to leave clutching his backside.

But when there is no danger, one's own people are the greatest danger. Hearing the old father's screams inside the door, the group of veteran guards hesitated for a long time, but ultimately chose to turn a blind eye.

It's no wonder they were slacking off. As the saying goes, those near the water get the first taste of the moon. They had already seen their father writing something. How to put it? Well, the good thing is that it's thicker than the Astartes, so one book is as good as two for wiping your butt.

Those who can join the Honor Guard are all seasoned veterans. The most important thing is that they are quick-witted, which is fundamentally different from those Astartes who just memorize the Holy Scriptures, even if they are Ultramarines.

Perhaps the old father's cries were too pitiful, because the veteran guard wanted to open the door to stop him, but was stopped by Calgary, who was on his shift.

"What?"

"Company Commander, I think it's about time. Listen to those screams, they've become weak and feeble. Will Father be beaten to death?"

"What do you mean by death? Stop saying such auspicious things. Father will definitely not die, but if you go in, you'll be half-dead. You'll go in upright and come out horizontal."

The guard thought about it and agreed, but still asked, "Company Commander, you're not holding a grudge, are you? Back then, you wanted to grant a special medal to a veteran of the Zerg Wars, and then a bunch of people cursed you with the Holy Scripture."

"Bullshit! You make it sound like I, Calga, am petty. How dare you talk back? Did you do what I asked you to do?"

"It's done. I've already sent someone to Black Shield to retrieve the Second Company Commander. Commander Tatus is currently in the Solar Starfield, apparently in a world called Necromonda. We chatted for a bit before."

At this point, the guard's face turned ashen, as if he had eaten a pile of excrement: "Commander Titus asked us to do him a favor and exonerate his friend."

"Oh? Rehabilitated!"

Perhaps thinking of his old subordinate's experience, Calga guessed that it was another unlucky guy who had been tricked by the court, and Titus was moved by the scene, which is why he asked him for help.

"That's easy. Father must have been badly beaten. I'll take a case of milk to my second uncle later. He'll definitely help. Who is this hero that has earned Titan's admiration?"

"That is indeed a hero. His crimes include inciting rebellion and smuggling dangerous goods. What's interesting is that he is a leader named Oglin, and his name is Muscle Man!"

Upon hearing this name, everyone lost their composure. Calga even laughed in anger: "Oglin, who can't even count properly, instigated a rebellion and is suspected of smuggling dangerous goods. The local court is so rude. Why doesn't it just say that Oglin is an illegal psychic?"

"..."

"Could Oglin really be a psionicist?"

“No, no, Oglin is not a psionicist, but there are three people on the list given by Commander Titus. One of them, Sigma, is an illegal psionicist and a follower of the Blood God.”

"A psychic who worships the Blood God? You must be joking. Oglin is fine, but this guy absolutely cannot be kept alive. Just kill him." "But that illegal psychic is glowing with golden light."

Calgary was stunned. He silently lit a mushroom, his electronic eyes beeping. His stubble and slightly weathered appearance made him look older. He squatted in the corner for a while before standing up.

"On the other hand..."

In principle, we shouldn't let this heresy go unpunished, but how can I put it? In other words, look at this, are you sure Titus was saying it was emitting golden light? And not some blue, green, purple, or red light?

The soldier nodded frantically, indicating that he didn't believe it at first either, but Commander Titus had said that it was indeed emitting golden light, as bright as a flashbang, and that demons would be burned to ashes upon seeing it.

Moreover, someone was firing a pistol like a submachine gun, shouting something about sacrificing blood to the emperor and offering up his golden throne, and then charging at the enemy. I had no choice but to believe it!

"Okay then, I'll bring two cases of milk then."

"Let's take a few more boxes," the guard suggested.

"Are there any masters?"

"Wow, this last one is truly a master."

After saying that, the guard took out a printed photo and handed it over. Calga (who only had one eye) only glanced at it and understood why the guard said it was an expert, because this thing was not human at all, but a giant lizard that was 7 meters tall.

"Is this an alien?"

"It's not an alien. According to Commander Titus, it's an ancient sacrificial site they discovered during a mission in the hive. Based on clues in the murals, they found a great treasure in the wasteland."

Like other treasures, it contains a large amount of weaponry and equipment, all of which are high-quality items from the Great Expedition era, including five Cobra-class destroyers, the paint of which is still intact.

It was here that they discovered a large number of hibernation pods filled with these lizards, of varying sizes, the largest being over 7 meters tall and the smallest only 1.5 meters. The killing squad was nearly whipped to death by these lizards.

According to the locals, this is the guardian beast of their Nikoromunda, belonging to the Loa spirits in the local shamanistic doctrine.

The photo shows Renekton, the lizard leader, who pried the Thunderhawk engine out with a single claw.

"Rekton! Where is he? Who's saying my little brother's name?"

With a kick of her foot, Mordred, with the unconscious Guilliman tucked under her arm, a coconut heart popping in her left hand and that damned toilet paper in her right, reached out her long tail and snatched the letter, completely ignoring Calga's disregard for her gaze.

"Hayek's chosen one, Oglin, Sigmar? And my lizardman chieftain."

Great! One piece of good news after another! Now that things have come to this, I must revive the Legion immediately!

Mordred casually tossed Guilliman onto Calgar, saying that all of them had done a good job, and told them to turn left and find Roland to collect their eight-month stipend.

You say Ultramarines don't get stipends? Well, we Atlas do. If you don't want stipends, just turn right and find Angel. Tell him what weapons and equipment you want, and he'll tell you, "Uncle, I have plenty of money."

Three minutes later, all 11678 Atlas members who had been reorganized were present, and the cannibals hidden in Terra also emerged to greet their true legion commander:

"All men, heed my command! The objective is tranquility. Bring everything you can and march with me. We will restore the glory of Atlas, resurrect our former friends, open this transport route, and rebuild our home planet."

For ultimate tranquility, for Atlas!

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

(End of this chapter)