Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 374 So, there's only one answer.

As we all know, there are always more cats than dogs on the street. The reason is that when Hajime is frightened, his instincts take over and heaves uncontrollably.

In this situation, instead of running away, Hajime would breathe on the vehicle and, driven by instinct, flee to the safest corner, which is under the car.

This is why Hakimi would pant and run under cars when it encounters traffic; that's the underlying logic.

If you observe carefully, you will find that not only Hajime has this kind of relatively abstract underlying logic, but it also applies to humans as higher animals, including Space Marines.

People cannot imagine things they have never seen before, and similarly, they will experience a brief lapse in understanding when faced with things beyond their comprehension, just like Huron is now.

Staring at the towering giant who had instantly blasted nine missiles apart, Huron was dumbfounded and his gaze was vacant.

Dude, what are you doing?

Who am I? Where am I? What just happened? Why did the sky suddenly turn green? And why did a big blond guy suddenly appear in front of me? And most importantly, where is my missile? Why did my missile explode?
This is a Death Strike Missile, an intercontinental ballistic missile equipped with a subatomic reactor. It has an operational range of several thousand kilometers, and everything within its blast radius will be instantly engulfed by a massive thermonuclear fireball. One missile is enough to strike a Titan.

Indeed, the speed during the missile launch phase is not fast, but the initial speed is still Mach 8. You just kick it like that, and even kick nine missiles per second. Can't you at least show some respect for me? You're not even putting on an act.

And perhaps you are the original gene?

Didn't that bastard Abaddon say the Primarch era was over? You don't look like my father Guilliman at all! Where did you come from?

And it's one thing for you to suddenly appear, but why did I have to run into you? Didn't Fricks say that Ning Jing was just a makeshift team that anyone randomly joined? Didn't anyone give me any advance notice?
Boys who smile a lot are usually lucky, but what if you can't smile? Then you have to force a smile!
"Hiss—Sir, can we reconcile?"

"I am just one person, while there are 743 of you. Didn't you even think about putting up a fight?"

Resistance? What the hell am I supposed to do to resist? That missile's frame is made of adamantite; you could kick it to pieces without even losing a hair. If I were to fight a Primarch, I might not even be able to break through its defenses.

"Sir, you are joking. We were just kidding."

"Just kidding? Then how do you explain this missile?"

"My lord, you are unaware of this. Although I do not know who you are, I have long been a member of the Ningjing faction. This missile is merely a firework, intended for you..."

"Shrink down and close your mouth."

Outsiders might not understand, but how could Huron not understand? This is his hometown dialect, and the young man immediately stood at attention.

"Little bastard, I was originally thinking of sparing your lives, but you piece of trash dared to burn my tree. You can't die even if you want to. I sense you're a bit resentful. Listen carefully, I'm not exactly a respectable person either."

Your name is Huron, your home planet is Endymion, and your home planet is the 27th section of the 1451st floor of the 3rd Nest City. You have five family members: an older brother, a younger sister, and a crush on someone, but that person doesn't like you, a poor boy from the Middle Nest. You confessed your feelings to that person when you were 13 years old, and your online name was Invincible Tyrannosaurus Warrior.

I also have your browsing history here. The most frequently searched keywords are…

Huron didn't give Mordred another chance to open the box, so he immediately knelt down. He didn't want to die in public, so he knelt down quickly and decisively.

"I was wrong!"

"Oh ho, you admit your mistake pretty quickly. I like people like you who are quick to notice things. But I heard you call yourself the Lord of Tranquility. Is that true?"

Looking back, Huron glanced at his subordinates who were all silent, and immediately denied it, saying that he had never said those words.

"He's lying!"

"Who?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dog's head popped out of the bushes. This dog was none other than the original Star Claw, now the Red Pirate Chef, Dogman Tiga.

"I'm sorry, boss. It was I, Tiga, who betrayed you. I just made a mistake that any dog-man would make. Actually, I've been the chief's man for a long time."

"Let's play while we're at it."

"Alright, Great Chief!"

Seeing the slightly amused look in Mordred's eyes, Huron finally understood. He'd been tricked. Caught between a rock and a hard place, he roared and snapped his chainsaw sword in two. "Then there's only one answer, Your Highness, I will pledge my allegiance to you, Boss!"

"Haha, that's interesting. That's why humans are truly fascinating. You really make me happy, kid. Come out, all of you."

As Mordred issued the order, the surrounding space trembled, and countless stealth fighters emerged from the sky, revealing the Atlas that had been lying in ambush there.

Nobody knows how Atlas managed to sneak in through the Red Pirates' blockade. It would be a miracle if anyone knew. Tranquility is Atlas's home planet, and even after ten thousand years, there are still many secrets that cannot be made public.

"Are you satisfied?"

"I'm impressed. May I ask your name, Your Highness?"

After all that buildup, Mordred had been waiting for this very sentence. He used to not understand why the weasel was so powerful and needed to bring the Imperial Guard to show off, but now he finally understood. This feeling of showing off is really great!

"Rambo, say my name."

As soon as he finished speaking, a phantom dog head floated out from behind Mordred and, witnessed by the expeditionary fleet and all the Red Pirates, sang loudly:

"Listen carefully, standing before you is none other than His Highness Mordred, the Lord of Tranquility, the Second Primarch, the Father of Atlas, the Commander of the Burning Legion, the Imperial Warmaster, the Lord of the Dark Moon, the Great Forerunner, the Successor of the Old Ones, the Fifth God of the Sea of ​​Souls, the Devourer of All Things, the Empire's Number One Machine Master, the Mushroom King, the Invincible, the Coolest! Most Domineering! Most Powerful! And Forever Healthy Imperial Grand Commander!"

Thunderous applause and cheers resounded throughout the land. As Rambo recited his tongue-twisting words, the entire tranquility resounded with the name of the Son of Tranquility.

At that moment, Huron thought a lot. He suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have suffered any loss. He had previously thought that he had been set up by that old bastard Fricks.

But wait, isn't that right? I came to Ningjing to latch onto a powerful figure, so what powerful figure could be thicker than the one right in front of me?
Thinking of this, Huron didn't hesitate at all, immediately throwing himself onto Mordred's lap, a fawning smile on his face, just like a dog-man's.

“Father! Actually, I have long been Atlas’s man.”

“Hey, Samel, look, this kid isn’t stupid. He changed his tune pretty quickly. But I’m not that ambitious guy like Guilliman. We Atlas don’t do things like bullying others. We just rob. You can just call me Uncle Two.”

"Then, Second Uncle, this..."

"What is this?!" Mordred pressed Huron's head down, lingering for a moment on the red pirates who were being watched by Atlas, and said:

"I know about your situation. If you had just held on for a few more years, Guilliman would have woken up and you wouldn't be in this predicament now."

This is the empire's fault, but the empire cannot be wrong.

In principle, I certainly cannot forgive you, but you are lucky that you haven't completely fallen into chaos, so I can give you a chance.

However, while you may escape the death penalty, you will not escape punishment. Your fate depends entirely on your own behavior; only by confessing can you receive lenient treatment.

The Red Pirates knew what Mordred meant; in any case, they too were tainted by Chaos.

Without any resistance, or rather, unable to resist at all, the Red Pirates obediently allowed Atlas to imprison and guard them. The Black Knights, who had returned from studying under the Dark Angels, would conduct the most rigorous interrogation on them.

Watching his men being taken away one by one, Huron knew this was the best outcome, but he couldn't help but wonder why this day had come so late. In the end, however, he could only sigh.

"Go on, your father values ​​you highly, you'd better not disappoint him."

Sammer's voice rang in his ears. Huron was relatively friendly towards this gloomy-faced cousin, but he still spoke up:
"I'm reporting that there are three boxes of standard gold ingots under my bed and a standard STC template that I hid in warehouse number 3. I'll confiscate them all. Could you do me a small favor?"

"explain."

"Tiga is an integral member of our Red Pirates, my half-brother, and my old subordinate."

His nickname is Liu Liu, and his real name is Tiga Menethil, the big black and white dog from earlier. We have to bring him over for interrogation.”

"Don't worry, he can't escape. Should I put him in the same cell as you?"

"A word is settled!"

(End of this chapter)