Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 37 The Yandere Fogg Goes Crazy Online.

As we all know, when someone says, "I have an idea," then that's it, a random number of brilliant minds will appear around them.

The Emperor, undoubtedly the smartest one on the entire ship, immediately became interested.

"Old Huang, I believe that the subspace has even greater potential for development. Look at this cool little pistol, it's a great miracle of demonic knowledge!"

You saw it, I didn't insert a magazine, but it still fired. This is much better than the loyal machine spirit. If it doesn't obey, I can beat it up.

In the future, we can mass-produce demonic weapons, and maybe even create enchanted warrior fangs!

After saying that, Mordred started shooting wildly at the target again, until the imp was completely drained and let out a wail of "Not a drop left!" before she stopped shooting.

This scene caused the emperor to fall into deep thought.

As the ruler of mankind, the Emperor was no stranger to enchanted weapons; during the War of Unification, any technologically advanced warlord with a modicum of power possessed such items. However, he had never seen such a hasty enchanting process, which was filled with a kind of abstract beauty that he couldn't quite grasp.

When others craft enchanted weapons, at the very least they inscribe a ritual circle and perform a bloody sacrifice. But you just beat up a demon directly.

This is neither scientific nor spiritual, and especially this blasphemous creation that completely contradicts the truth of the Empire is simply...

"awesome!"

"Hahaha, as expected of my second son, you inherited my excellent genes. Good! We should show no mercy to demons and humiliate them severely. I want to see what other surprises you can bring me. Let's continue the experiment."

Upon hearing this, Mordred felt for the first time that the old man was not a bad person, not as immoral as he had imagined. He was quite reasonable.

As the most ruthless and hardcore figures in the empire, the Emperor and Mordred have no shortage of execution capabilities. One continues to traffic demons, while the other brings in offspring for testing.

Soon, through clinical trials on 130 Atlas patients, the two men finally confirmed this fact.

In other words, the Second Legion could also, like Mordred, repeatedly torture demons to stuff them into a physical entity, generating all sorts of strange abilities. The only drawback was that the size was too small, and there was also an upper limit.

For example, a big guy like Mordred can easily defeat even slightly weaker great demons. With repeated training and more effort, it's not impossible to create a knock-off version of an ultimate divine weapon.

Ordinary Space Marines, however, are no match for the powerful demons. They can't defeat them and can only find weaklings to manipulate their souls. Even if Mordred creates them, it won't work, since a demon that is too powerful will truly turn against its master.

Even so, Mordred and the Emperor laughed like fools. Regardless of whether it was useless now, it was definitely a sure thing. After all, as Mordred's offspring, Atlas could also grow by devouring demons.

Fortunately, the Emperor had some sense of propriety and stopped the experiment when Mordred was preparing to experiment with enchanted warriors.

Looking at his excited offspring beside him, the emperor spoke with a warning:

"You unfilial son, just make do with them. They're not as thick-skinned as you. If things go wrong, it'll be a real problem. Besides, you'll have to report to me about this kind of research from time to time."

Out of caution, Mordred did not object this time, but readily agreed. As for whether he would keep an eye on things, that was hard to say.

While the fleet was replenishing its supplies, Mordred wasn't idle either. With such a useful golden giant around, she couldn't help but make the most of him.

The experimental data accumulated over three years was presented to the Emperor for review. The Great Sage formed a research team with the two and began to tackle the redundancy in the data. Perhaps it was a common trait among researchers, but as they spent more and more time together, Mordred and the Emperor's relationship rapidly heated up, to the point where they could be pointing fingers at each other and cursing one moment and punching the other the next.

But what he didn't know was that all of this was being observed by Fugrim, who was hiding in a corner, which further fueled the problem child's bizarre idea.

Soon, a month passed, the expeditionary fleet was resupplyed, and a new round of large-scale expedition was about to begin.

Looking at the Dream Fleet, which had eaten and drunk its fill and had exhausted all of its production capacity, Mordred felt heartbroken, but he couldn't say much, since he was in charge of logistics. He could only curse the weasels to vent his anger.

"My darling, you damn weasel, you really don't save me a single penny! How am I supposed to go out and have fun like this?"

Because of Mordred, the Tranquil Subsector did not develop to the extremes of other Imperial worlds. Although it was small, it was small but complete and could be fully self-sufficient.

Even if the Second Legion was wealthy, it couldn't withstand being ruthlessly exploited. Every day, fleets of all sizes would come to rest and reorganize, and the allocation of supplies alone would exhaust them.

"Second brother, stop pretending. I know how carefree you are every day. The entire legion's operation depends on Goff and his second company. How can you say that?"

Forgrim saw things clearly, but this time he wasn't there to mock Mordred; he was there to say goodbye.

"What? You're leaving? Isn't it good for you to stay here with me?"

"Okay, but I have to prove myself. I'm going on a grand expedition. You can't take care of me forever."

Mordred could tell at a glance that the unfortunate kid had relapsed, but looking at the third brother's determined eyes, he could only sigh.

"Go away, go away, it's good that you're all gone, in the end I'll be all alone again."

Mordred's behavior made Forgrim uncomfortable, and he almost fell under her spell, but he eventually came to his senses.

Seeing that his younger brother was determined to leave, Mordred did not try to stop him. Instead, he summoned Goff and asked the Grand Steward to allocate a batch of supplies for the Emperor's son.

The Emperor's Sons, numbering less than a thousand, were crammed with three companies' worth of equipment by Mordred, all of which were brand-new models produced by Atlas, and some were even prototypes that had not yet been mass-produced.

Such a generous gift moved Forgrim to tears. He immediately hugged Mordred and said, "Don't worry, Second Brother, I will never be a coward."

But Mordred quickly realized something was wrong. Why wouldn't this brat let go? Get out of my way!
"Fogg, what are you doing? I'll say it again, I'm your second brother, not your mother!"

But Phoenix, convinced Mordred could transform, didn't care about that. She wouldn't let go, spewing out a string of wild pronouncements:
"I know, I know, it's even better if it isn't."

Second brother, no! Second sister! Change back quickly, I promise I won't tell anyone.

Mordred felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Forgrim, who was clinging to him and wriggling like a maggot. He had only one thought in mind: he must never reveal his true identity again.

But if this pervert isn't dealt with soon, he'll be on the front page tomorrow.

Enough is enough, Mordred grabbed his fist and started punching people repeatedly:
"Wake up, you bastard!"

(End of this chapter)