Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 375 Resurrect, My Legion!

The Red Pirates' affair has come to an end, but the Third Expeditionary Force cannot stop.

Due to that accident, Mordred emptied the area around Tranquility, creating a vortex that has yet to heal.

This celestial body, resembling the Eye of Terror, extends directly into subspace and is located in the core region of the Milky Way, where all sorts of strange and monstrous things congregate. Fortunately, Ning Jing only grazed the edge and did not completely fall into the vortex.

Logically, Mordred's self-destruction should have dragged Tranquility into it, but fortunately, Mordred's ascension to godhood and her self-destruction did not occur at the same time.

When Mordred ascended the Stairway to Godhood, she was already unconscious and driven entirely by instinct. Atlas was also completely paralyzed. Fortunately, at that time, Tranquility was not limited to Atlas alone.

In order to survive and to get away from the utterly insane Mordred, the Lion King, carrying the Dark Angel and the Holy Blood Angel, frantically leaped around, managing to drag Mordred in a circle before his sudden death, and finally arrived at the current location of the Great Vortex.

To be honest, the fact that peace has been preserved means that Atlas and his ilk have to kowtow to the lion, otherwise they would have to find another home.

Although it may sound like nothing—no matter how important the home planet is, it's just an ordinary planet—the reality is quite different.

In this seemingly normal world, the physical world certainly follows the laws of physics, but the Sea of ​​Souls, or subspace, does not follow these laws and places more emphasis on ritual.

Take Terra for example. It's just a tiny, broken ball with no ocean. It's all yellowish-brown, and everyone who sees it will say it's not as good as Macurag.

On a ritualistic level, Terra is the homeworld of the human race, and in a supernatural sense, it is bound to all of humanity.

The Emperor is indeed powerful, but even the mighty Yellows, who are strong, fought a full 700 years to unify Terra, while the Great Crusade was only two centuries in total.

This is partly because the Terran unification war was indeed difficult to wage, as Holy Terra was full of tech warlords, and any one of them could develop into a force to be reckoned with, comparable to the Randan Empire. On the other hand, it was because the Emperor dared not advance too quickly.

It sounds a bit of a contradiction, but that's the truth. If they had pressed them any further, those lunatics might have used a move that would have physically destroyed Terra, and the Empire might never have been able to rise again.

The Eldar Empire next door is in this situation. Their homeworld is paralyzed by the Eye of Fear. Slaanesh is not Mordred; he doesn't care about this or that. He eats and gorges from birth, and the Eldar are completely wiped out, unable to rise again.

To this day, a large number of bean sprouts are still stuck in the Eye of Fear, drifting outwards. They dare not travel in subspace and can only rely on sublight speed to drift outwards slowly.

Now that he's back home, Mordred can finally relax. He waved his hand and, under the guise of training himself, dumped all the fleet work on Sisyphus, the chosen one.

He himself then began preparations to resurrect Atlas.

Tons of fel crystals were transported here. These were all Grade A crystals freshly smelted during the previous expedition, and their high purity was entirely due to the generous contributions of the local villagers.

Reviving Atlas is quite simple; the only problem is the strength of his soul, but that's not an issue for Mordred.

The golden tree above the tranquility has grown for ten thousand years. This thing is essentially the eternal circuit of the Eldar. Over the course of ten thousand years, it has stored a large amount of soul colloid, more than enough to replenish Atlas.

The only thing limiting Mordred's progress was the location. That damned Guilliman not only took advantage of the situation, releasing the technical talents that Atlas had painstakingly cultivated, but also moved two Hive research institutes away, and even peeled off a layer of plaster from the walls of the institutes.

Mordred couldn't understand it. Were you really that poor back then that you even scraped the plaster from the walls?

In order to revive the Legion and rebuild the peaceful world of Tranquility 50, Mordred simply waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about whose offspring they are, they can all go to hell."

As for those Red Pirates, they weren't spared either. They were interrogated in the morning and made to sing "Tears Behind Bars," and in the afternoon they were sent to work as labor reform workers on a construction site. They were given plenty of millet porridge every day, so they were guaranteed not to starve.

As for why it's yellow millet porridge, it's because Ningjing is home to a giant foxtail grass that produces a type of yellow millet similar to millet but larger in size. Like corn, it's one of the most important staple foods in Ningjing.

Actually, it's a rather abstract topic. When Mordred fell into tranquility, he didn't have many grand ambitions. He just wanted to drift through life, showing off his rice every night.

The problem was that although old Thomas was a good father, he was poor, Mordred was growing up, and with Rambo being a glutton, they were never able to get enough to eat. So they had no choice but to rebel and eventually unify the grassland tribes.

If Mordred and Mortarion switched roles, Mordred would be laughing all the way to the bank, while Mordred would be crying his eyes out. Even corn crops fail in that wretched place like Barbarossa, so Mordred would starve to death.

Even if they had to drink the northwest wind, it wouldn't work. That Barbarus was stinky, and it might even lead directly to Nurgle Gardens. Mortarion was also unlucky; he was tricked by Fatty as soon as he climbed out of the sheep capsule.

Looking at the bustling construction site in front of him, Mordred thought of Pepe again. If Iron Warrior were still here, he wouldn't have had to turn into a human crane to do the work.

"Get to work faster, everyone, don't slack off. We'll have extra food tonight." "Yay! I want to eat dog meat tonight."

"Shut up, Tiga is our dog, not food."

Through intensive three-shift construction, and after requisitioning a large amount of weaponry and equipment, and even using the Knight Armor as engineering equipment, the Hive First Research Institute finally restored some of its functions.

To ensure a flawless resurrection, Mordred specifically chose 5:5 AM on May 5th for the resurrection and set up 55 Black Stone Force Field Generators outside the incubation chamber.

As the switch was activated, the fel furnace beside it roared, sending the extremely precious soul essence into the cultivation chamber through pipelines into the Golden Tree.

These incubation chambers were blank prototypes created by Mordred, and Eldar girls like Chiyalan didn't forget to clone a blank body and fill it in, even making it more aesthetically pleasing.

"Speaking of which, Father, my gene seed is from Riviel. Now that you're using my gene sample to create a physical body for Riviel, shouldn't Riviel call me Father?"

Mordred glanced at Severo, who loved to spout auspicious words, and then at his offspring whose gene samples had been extracted—offering them the same ill intentions as Severo. He paused for a moment, then paused again.
"That's true, but I still feel something's off. If we're talking about blood relations, and Rivière calls you father, then who am I? Are you trying to take advantage of me, you rebellious son?"

"No, I just wanted to ask. Father, I have another question: where did the gene samples from those Spirit Race incubation tanks come from?"

Compared to the nonsensical question above, Mordred felt it necessary to answer this one, so he immediately pulled out two test tubes and explained:
"Clang clang clang, a pure, healthy and unpolluted Ling race gene sample. This was 'voluntarily' contributed by a certain regent's wife who wishes to remain anonymous."

These words immediately piqued the gossip-loving spirit of the Atlas members, who quickly gathered around, staring at the tube of flesh and blood sample.

"Could it be that the one next to me is..."

"That's right, it was provided by a regent who wishes to remain anonymous. To avoid attracting attention, I deliberately went all out when I beat Guilliman, breaking all his bones."

But this is not a gene sample; it is a compound that I have improved, which has been upgraded to the fifth generation. I call it Compound No. 5.

Killman may be a psionic Muggle, but that's a problem with his gameplay. Any other player—no, Rambo, I'm not insulting you—would play better than him.

Research shows that Guilliman's genetic sample is highly compatible, which may be one of the reasons why he has a large buttocks and is good at reproduction. So I added a little something when creating our navigator's body.

The results were remarkable: compound 5, produced through genetic engineering, made dry, tough bean sprouts plumper and improved cell activity.

"Oh, could it be..."

"That's right, just as you imagine."

As soon as he finished speaking, the previously stable Black Stone Force Field suddenly exploded with streaks of purple lightning. The force was so great that it startled Mordred, who almost dropped the test tube in his hand.

This further validated Mordred's technical skill, prompting even Master Mordred to let out a soft hum.

"I'm sorry, Guilliman. For Atlas, you'll have to make a small sacrifice. I'll make you a daughter when we get back as compensation."

Without any hesitation, Mordred shoved Compound No. 5 into the receiving port and took off the red scarf she had been wearing around her neck.

The cabin closed, and one after another, orbs of light flew out from the scarf and, guided by Mordred, were pressed into their respective bodies.

Everything was ready except for the final touch. With the last Atlas spirit successfully docked, Mordred pulled the red lever.

The roaring fel engine unleashed tremendous power, even triggering a celestial phenomenon: a verdant vortex formed on the golden tree.

A roar echoed from the warp, and the long-dormant Southern Abyss was once again ablaze with emerald green flames, signifying the reawakening of the behemoth known as Atlas.

"Rise, my legion!"

“Waaaagh!!!”

(End of this chapter)