Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 39 Let's join a group purchase.

It has to be said that on this track that is hard to describe, Empire always manages to come up with something new.

Ever since Mordred sent electricity to Terra, the Second Legion has been waiting in Tranquility for a full month and a half, but the troops sent from Terra are still on their way, each time saying they will arrive soon.

"Wen Bai is incompetent, he has brought shame and disgrace to the country. A month and a half is enough for me to purge the court of corrupt officials. Where are I? Why haven't I arrived yet! If we wait any longer, we'll run out of rice."

Bang! A bowl of rice was slammed onto the table, venting the Primarch's anger and silencing the officers, who could only bury their heads in their rice.

"Father, please calm down. There's nothing we can do about it. Terra isn't like us, where we can just unload cargo. The Ministry of Military Affairs has to consider many more things."

"Yes, yes! Sir, you don't know, this is still fast, at least we haven't lost contact," said an Imperial Navy officer belonging to the Fourth Army Corps.

"Since the Great Expeditionary Force crossed the Solar Star Region, the operational efficiency of the Military Affairs Department has dropped exponentially. Once an order is issued, it has to go through at least a hundred certifications before it can finally be delivered to the officers."

Even so, the authorized Imperial Navy still needs to assemble its forces and replenish supplies before it can set off. And most importantly, there's the possibility of encountering the enemy along the way, which will further delay its progress.

Then another navigator with three eyes added, "And Your Highness, you also have to consider the issue of warp tides. Sometimes, when a storm occurs, the fleet must surface immediately."

If they can't dodge in time and get caught in the storm, they might be lucky enough to lose part of their fleet, or unlucky enough to be completely wiped out.

The navigator was right, and the naval officer was telling the truth. At this stage, when the Empire's territory has only been initially recovered, a month and a half from Terra to Tranquility is not long at all; it can even be described as efficient.

Even so, Mordred was not used to the abysmal transit speed. No wonder the Emperor would resort to the Internet even if it meant taking out small loans; warp travel was just too unstable.

Furious and powerless, Mordred had no choice but to give up, scrape the rice grains off the table into his bowl, and begin a frantic, vengeful act of eating.

But soon, a message made Mordred slam his bowl on the table again, because the troops he had been waiting for had arrived, and they were Space Marines.

The thought of embarking on his grand expedition filled Mordred with excitement. He led a horde of his followers toward the starport, ready to give it a grand welcome.

However, Mordred's joy was premature. Looking at the three Luna-class cruisers moored alone at the starport and the thousand Space Marines lined up at the starport dock, he didn't even feel like cursing.

"My lord, the 33rd Company of the Alpha Legion has completed its assembly. Company Commander Jerry is reporting for duty. What are your instructions, Your Highness?"

The Space Marine, clad in the Mark II Expeditionary power armor, stood ramrod straight. Even with his Primarch-level keen sense of smell, Mordred could detect the protective oil coating on the armor's surface—it smelled lemony, no less.

This clearly shows that these canned goods made ample preparations to meet me, but wait a minute! Where is the 100,000-strong army I requested? Why are there only 1,000?

Still unwilling to face reality, Mordred grabbed Jerry and whispered, "..."
"Company Commander Jerry, how many of you have come? There can't be just this many people!"

"Of course not, how could we only have this many people?"

Hearing this, Mordred nodded, thinking that this was more like it. What I wanted was the Fourth Legion. Since they hadn't shown up, these Arfas must have come out to make contact.

"How many of you came?" Jerry held up three fingers.

"Thirty thousand Space Marines?" Mordred's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was relieved again. He comforted himself, "Thirty thousand it is. After all, the front line is in dire straits. It's already more than enough that old bastard Macado was able to send me thirty thousand Space Marines."

"Well done, Company Commander Jerry, right? It's really tough on you 30,000 men crammed into a cruiser. Quickly call them all out; I'll send someone to throw a welcome banquet for the brothers right away."

Having said that, Mordred pulled Jerry toward the banquet, but unexpectedly, the company commander looked embarrassed and quickly waved his hand:
“Your Highness, I didn’t mean 30,000 Space Marines, but 30,000 Auxiliary Forces, or more accurately, 30,000 Solar Auxiliary Forces, plus our 1,000 Space Marines.”

Although there are fewer people, there is good news: the Marksman has ordered Atlas to go to Incarati immediately to support the Fourth Legion. As long as this Forging World is conquered, all the warriors of the Fourth Legion will be under your command.

"Oh dear, Your Highness, what's wrong? Your face is so red. Are you ill?"

"What the hell? Genetic Primals get sick!" Mordred was clearly furious. The thought of waiting for a full month and a half, only to receive 3 auxiliary troops and a thousand cans of food, made him so angry that his head ached.

But with so many people around, Mordred didn't want to lose her temper and make things difficult for the company commander, so she could only suppress her anger:

"It's nothing, I was just so happy to see you all. Look at your Moon-class cruisers, they're small and quite cute, haha, that's all for now."

After saying those insincere words, Mordred just wanted to leave as soon as possible, but when he looked down, he saw Jerry in front of him looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't, which made the big bald head look inexplicably funny.

"What's wrong? I am Company Commander Jerry, who commands 30,000 troops. Do you have anything else to say?"

"Your Highness, is the banquet you mentioned still going to take place? We were urgently transferred here, and we've been eating nutritious porridge every day for the past few years. We haven't set foot on land for several years."

What could Mordred say then? He could only signal his offspring to act, to give these poor lads a welcome feast, and to announce the order that Atlas would set sail in three days, heading for Incarati.

Once the order was issued, Atlas, which had been preparing for a long time, immediately began to prepare for war. In fact, there was not much to prepare for war, as they had been preparing for a month and a half and had already made all the necessary preparations.

The only thing that needs to be handed over is Atlas II. These politically-savvy young men, in order to get rid of their political duties, have all rushed into the dueling cage, and only the winners are allowed to leave.

Soon, as the third day came to an end, the Pinduoduo Legion, consisting of a total of 10,000 Space Marines, assembled at the Starport. Behind them were 500,000 mortal auxiliary troops fully equipped with Atlas weapons and equipment.

But among this auxiliary army, the most eye-catching were the Oglins who stood at attention under the command of the dog-men. After all, to outsiders, the Oglins were obviously unrelated to discipline, but Atlas's Oglins actually obeyed orders.

Such a large-scale military operation could not be kept secret from everyone, and Mordred did not intend to hide it. After all, the ugly daughter-in-law had to meet her in-laws eventually. After being the Sword Saint of Bailipo for more than three years, it was time to announce the existence of Atlas to the world.

"Listen to my orders, attack with all your forces!"

"Hey ha~ Atlas will win!"

(End of this chapter)