Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 370 Titan Training Method 3.0
If the soldiers and horses are not moving, the grain and grass will go first.

Watching Atlas below the stage frantically transferring and sealing all usable supplies into boxes, Guilliman raised his hands and feet in approval.

Moreover, they not only approved of it, but also devoted all their efforts to providing practical support.

Basic materials, industrial production lines—whatever Mordred wanted, Guilliman gave it the green light, granting his good brother maximum autonomy. He even handed over the already-established Third Indomitable Expeditionary Fleet to Mordred.

"Second brother, we're counting on you now."

"Don't worry, Second Brother will revitalize this stagnant pool for you. When have I ever let you down? Roland, bring me the star map."

Roland handed out a star compass. Although it was an old compass from the Middle Ages and lacked astronomical positioning of the Great Rift, it was of no importance to Atlas. Even the subspace was no obstacle for them.

Using the star map as a reference, Morred directly split the empire's territory in two in front of Johnson, Sisyphus, and Guilliman.

Above is the dark side of the Empire, spanning the three major star systems of Peace, Obscurity, and Limit, all marked in red, except for the area around Baal, which is marked in green, indicating that it is under the control of the Empire.

Because the Great Rift distorts the laws of physics in the surrounding area, making the already abstract concept of warp travel even more abstract, it greatly amplifies the difficulty for the Imperial Dark Side to observe the Star Torch.

No one knows what has happened in the shadows of the Empire, or how long they can hold out. To the current Terran government, it is a black box shrouded in mist, with only sporadic and noisy interstellar communications being received.

As the core of the empire, the Sun Star Region, though the smallest of the five star regions, is a key node connecting the four major star regions.

The only way to connect to the dark side of the Empire is through a narrow corridor that brushes the edge of the Eye of Terror, namely the Narkmond Corridor guarded by the world of the Cardia Fortress.

Given its current national strength, it is simply impossible to reverse the dark side of the empire; it cannot even guarantee complete control over half of its territory.

"Therefore, our top priority now is to open up the major checkpoints in the solar star region and concentrate our efforts to defend Cardia."

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. The Peaceful Starfield is not peaceful, the Stormy Starfield is a disaster area, and the Extreme Starfield is torn in two by demons and monsters.

Thinking so much is useless; we should be more pragmatic and focus on securing the solar star region first.

Although my good nephew Abaddon is undefeated in battle and looks like a clown, he's not stupid. He knows that by destroying roads and bridges and eliminating seven important key nodes in the solar system, we must first take back these seven nodes.

I don't care about casualty figures, and I don't care what price you pay. Even if you wipe out your entire legion, you must recapture these seven key points, including by using the Extermination Order.

"What about the people up there?" Sisyphus asked.

Perhaps it was his first time attending a military conference, or perhaps Sisyphus had never participated in a great expedition and still retained a very simple naiveté.

The three brothers did not reprimand her for Sisyphus's "foolish" question, but instead patiently explained it to her.

"War is a war in which no one is spared, and the right to live is not a gift from others. This is the essence of the Dark Galaxy, and sacrifice is the cornerstone of the Empire."

Others may not be qualified to say such things, but the three brothers certainly are. They conquered the entire empire, and the so-called trolley problem simply doesn't exist.

Primarchs are no longer just individuals; they have legions, the Astronautical Army, and countless assembled soldiers behind them. Hundreds of millions of humans would die for them at their command.

He may be sentimental in normal times, but even the kindest black man would never be as indecisive as he appears once he sits down at the poker table.

In reality, Vulcan wasn't as kind as he seemed. The Salamander was the most ruthless towards the Xenomorphs. While those often called merciful warriors are generally ruthless, the Salamander only showed mercy to humans, making him a truly honest and trustworthy racial knight.

Moreover, the salamander's definition of humans is quite flexible; even if you are human, if you dare to breathe on them, you will be immediately disqualified from being human.

"To borrow a phrase from the Khan, we must love our soldiers like our own children and use them like mud. For victory, we must use any means necessary."

"Zhuang Sen is right. For the sake of victory, casualties are just a number. Our existence is to minimize that number as much as possible. This is the most important responsibility of a commander: to achieve the greatest results with the least cost."

Johnson and Guilliman gave Sisyphus two different answers, one decisive and ruthless, the other meticulous and thoughtful. Although their styles were different, their general meanings were the same, which made Sisyphus want to hear Mordred's opinion.

"What opinions can I have? I'll just stand here and watch! One of them is in charge of fighting, and the other is in charge of governing the country, while I'm in charge of logistics."

My responsibility is to ensure that every soldier has sufficient weapons and ammunition, and adequate logistical support, to enable them to expand their territory and avoid casualties. Study hard, observe carefully, and one day you will be able to stand on your own.

"I?"

"Yes, it's you. Since we still have time, let's test you. If you were the commander, what would our next move be?"

Sisyphus, slightly nervous being pressed against the star map by the three seasoned veterans, still voiced her thoughts and began a war simulation.

Although Sisyphus was somewhat inexperienced and her command style was too idealistic, the three brothers did not disturb her. Instead, they saw their former selves reflected in this young sister.

They had been through the same thing, from the initial trepidation of returning to the Empire, the bewilderment of taking over the Legion, the doubts about the Great Expedition, to now accepting their fate as seasoned veterans.

Previously, the guides were either emperors or Horus and Feralas, but now they have become Sisyphus's guides, which is a super-doubled achievement.

However, while Sisyphus can get started, there are still some details that need to be filled in.

"Look here, from Fenris in the north to Nocturne Star in the south, and connecting to the Tranquil Sub-Sector in the east, this sector has been a strategic location fought over by military strategists since ancient times, and it is right next to the face of the Great Vortex."

This location is extremely important. Atlas's logistics network once radiated out from here, and it also serves as a natural barrier for the solar system.

It has a vast array of agricultural worlds, forging worlds, hive worlds, and even rare mineral deposits; the Great Vortex is such a treasure trove right there.

Once we take over this sector, we'll have ample supplies, manpower, warships, and weaponry.

Most importantly, Atlas has already figured out this area, and can use a more efficient network for navigation. We can take our time, but we must be fast!
As for the dark side of the empire, we can postpone that for now. Let the people of the empire suffer a bit, and let our good father bear the blame.”

Upon hearing this, the three Primarchs nodded in agreement, indicating that their father was of little use and they should just obediently play the role of scapegoat, since they had plenty of debt to worry about anyway.

The operational meeting lasted for four hours, covering everything from strategic objectives to the expedition process and even post-expedition governance.

The end result was that Guilliman continued to stay home and farm, while promoting the original forging transformation to the warbands that came to Holy Terra to recognize their kin. He used a three-pronged approach of sending money, supplies, and people to reorganize the groups.

These veterans were assigned to the original Forged Space Marines hidden by Caul, where they were mentored and trained to form the Grey Shield.

Zhuang Sen's plan is to connect the Solar Starfield, eliminate seven key nodes within the starfield, and ultimately launch a surprise attack on Kadia to firmly grasp the Nakmonde Corridor.

While we're at it, we can also take one-third of the Gray Shields with us for large-scale training within the star system, rotating them with the remaining one-third of the Gray Shields to ensure sufficient manpower.

Mordred, on the other hand, must rely on Atlas to encircle the remaining one-third of the Gray Shield and charge forward, opening up the lifeline from the Solar System to the Great Vortex, and ultimately restarting the Atlas shipping network.

Although Mordred and Johnson both went to the front lines, Guilliman actually had the heaviest task. With Atlas not yet operational, the Ultramarines had to shoulder the logistical burden of supporting two expeditionary forces and ensuring the stability of the Empire, especially with Old Man Huang being a ticking time bomb.

Fortunately, Mordred wasn't a scoundrel like Huang Pizi. He knew the hardships of logistics management and transferred three Atlases from Dalian to Guilliman for transporting supplies.

He even took the time to make a personality excretion device and gave it to Guilliman, telling him to clean the toilet every day. As for the excrement, he shouldn't throw it away, but put it directly into the fel furnace to burn crystals as reserve supplies.

Although fel energy is like shit, and playing with it too much will turn you into a complete idiot, the Empire is already like this, so being an idiot is better than dying.

The only thing Guilliman couldn't understand was that Mordred's personality excretion device was a bit strange, resembling a large toilet plunger with a hamster cage attached to it.

Perhaps sensing Guilliman's confusion, Mordred immediately explained:

"Don't let my unique style fool you, the effects of my creations are absolutely top-notch. As long as you run in this giant wheel for two hours every day, you can use the black glass as a filter to connect to the golden throne."

You've seen the previous process, and the principle is pretty much the same. Although you don't have my overwhelming strength, the good thing is that you're a psionic Muggle, which allows you to resist the yellow weasel's contamination.

Even a used piece of toilet paper has its value, and your ability to cut off the power and be out of service is a perfect match for this device.

Once the device is operational, the energy will be bidirectionally diverted. Impurities will enter the fel furnace for combustion, while the filtered psionic energy—you know what that means—will be directly fed into the Emperor's spirit body as a battery.

After saying that, Mordred took out a 1300-page instruction manual and handed it over, repeatedly reminding him to follow the instructions carefully and to refer to the table of contents if any special circumstances arose.

Guilliman understood, but he still couldn't quite grasp why they had to build a giant hamster cage and make him run around inside it.

"Don't worry about that. This is a unique enchanting technology of Atlas. You'll understand when the time comes. Remember to eat a full meal before each work session. Run for a maximum of two hours. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle more than that."

Strange and absurd theories, seemingly meaningless, were met with Mordred's disdain, which immediately ignited Guilliman's short temper. He said, "You even told me to eat my fill. Aren't you just indirectly mocking my incompetence?"
"I understand. You can go now without worry!"

"..."

For some reason, Mordred still felt a little uneasy, so he went over the precautions to Guilliman again before taking Sisyphus to Lions Gate.

Looking through the porthole at the crowd below, which gradually shrank into a tiny black dot, Sisyphus was quite excited. This ignorant little dog had never been on a boat before, and he was overjoyed.

"Great, Second Brother, I've finally left Terra. You have no idea how much Guilliman used me as a servant, forcing me to work every day. Even human servants have a maintenance period, but I'm not even as good as a servant."

"Speaking of which, second brother, you all have the Glory Queen-class battleships, when will I get one of those big ships?"

"Yes, yes, you'll be fine. Follow your second brother and I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury. Choosing to come with me and broaden your horizons is absolutely the right decision you've ever made."

Guilliman is ambitious, but all he has is a brain and no brains. What can you learn from him? How to write toilet paper? It's not easy working with him either.

Zhuang Sen remained as saintly as ever. Although I got along quite well with him, I have to admit that this older brother of mine is a bit out of touch with himself. Not only is he somewhat savage, but he also has a perpetually bitter and resentful look on his face—he's like an old cat named Hakimi!

These words struck a chord with Sisyphus. Guilliman possessed a strange power that could turn those around him into cattle or horses, and he even assigned her homework every day.

As for Zhuang Sen, needless to say, although he is powerful and the Dark Angel is the template for all legions, he is too rigid. Even if he makes a joke, if he glares at you, you feel like he could smash your head off in the next second.

He also likes to use sparring as an excuse to repeatedly beat himself up. When asked, he says it's the way of the knight. As a Primarch, you must have extraordinary strength to stand on your own, otherwise you won't be able to avoid being shot in the back.

One is skilled in civil administration, the other in military affairs; together they tormented Sisyphus to the point of ecstasy. He said it was for his own good, that he should develop in all aspects.

Unlike Mordred, who has everything from work to entertainment, and who immediately offered to build me a huge ship—that's something I don't even need to think about.

"Second brother, although it's a bit greedy, now that the flagship has been secured, shouldn't I have my own little territory too?"

That's why I find Sisyphus pleasing to the eye. Mordred is a hodgepodge of different types, while Sisyphus is a smaller hodgepodge of different types, possessing some of the traits of Mordred and Angron.

“Good! That’s ambitious. I’m not afraid of you having ideas, I’m just afraid of you having no ideas at all. I think Alicia is pretty good, she could be your home planet, but…”

"But what?"

"However, it depends on your performance next. How much you can eat depends on your appetite, but before that, have you forgotten something important?"

Jeanne! Come out and meet your classmates, and while you're at it, bring my dear sister's homework.

As soon as the words were spoken, a woman who was over eight feet tall, with a majestic figure but a youthful face and a look of sudden death walked out of the warehouse, leading a trailer full of exercise papers behind her.

By observing the pressure of the tires, Sisyphus immediately estimated the exact weight of the exam papers, which was at least three tons.

"What does this mean? Do I have to learn so much? That can't be right, right? That's not what I said before I came, Second Brother."

"What do you mean? This is just the table of contents; you have a lot more to learn later."

Moreover, you not only need to learn knowledge, but you also need to improve your physical fitness. I've specially designated a warehouse inside the Abomination for your intensive training; I've even prepared the Titans."

“Guilliman and Johnson’s training plan is too conservative. I’m the one who rubbed your body, how could I not know your limits?”
Every weekday, we study knowledge on the 1st, 3rd, and 5th; on the 2nd, 4th, and 6th, we train our physical abilities. We give you a day off on Sunday, so get out there and go fight on the battlefield. There are assessments every week and tests every day. This is just the initial stage. Later, there will be battlefield practice and advanced training.

"If you can't learn it, learn it to death; if you can't break it, practice it to death. In less than a year, I'll transform you into a dragon among men."

Mordred grabbed Sisyphus's shoulder and, seeing her shifty eyes, knew exactly what she was thinking. He simply pulled out a contract and placed it in front of her.

“Your good sons have already paid their tuition fees. They are all under my command now. You can’t run away even if you want to. Don’t even think about faking illness to slack off.”

Second brother, putting aside everything else, disciplining people is my forte. See Jeanne? She's my new disciple.

Specializing in bioengineering, if you dare to run away, I'll cut you into pieces for my experiments, and then sew you back up.

As for who will sew it up, whether they'll add extra parts or remove a few organs, don't worry about that. I guarantee you won't have any scars!

Upon hearing this, Sisyphus got goosebumps, as if the hand resting on his shoulder would slice him to pieces at any moment.

"Caw! No! Let me off the boat! I want to get off the boat!"

"Just accept your fate. You can't escape there. Close the gate and let Rambo out!"

"Wang Wang Wang."

(End of this chapter)