Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 45 Who opened my free loot?
Humans who survived the Old Night Era all possessed some unique skills, because without such abilities, they would have been overturned by aliens from who-knows-where long ago.

As the battle lines continued to advance, Atlas also began to suffer random casualties, but thanks to its excellent self-regeneration capabilities and the support of the Spartan auxiliary forces, the casualty rate was kept within a relatively small range until the city of Hive was captured.

No matter the era, urban warfare is always a nightmare for infantry. Even with the assistance of heavy armored units, it is difficult to deal with sneak attacks from all directions.

When Mordred led the charge, his soldiers storming into the hive, even a madman like him was shocked by what he saw.

Vines, ubiquitous vines, spread throughout the entire space. At the source of these twisted vines was a giant golden tree that stretched as far as the eye could see and pierced through the entire nest.

"Holy crap, it's so beautiful!"

As far as the eye could see, every corner of the hive was covered with branches, and everywhere were beautiful leaves that shimmered with golden light. When the artificial light shone on them, it almost blinded Mordred's 24K titanium alloy dog ​​eyes.

Fortunately, the enemy did not give them time to appreciate the beauty. The garrison, which had been preparing for a long time, opened fire instantly, and countless scorching plasmas shot down, smashing into their charging spearhead.

An Atlas Space Marine aimed and fired, the explosive bullet drawing a straight white line from the muzzle, then accelerating a second time under the propulsion of a small rocket, piercing directly through the Heretic's ridiculously ridiculous cover.

Aim, fire, every bomb carries a life. With enough ammunition and your own super reaction speed, ambushes and sneak attacks are a joke.

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield, which had been filled with the roar of gunfire, fell silent. Only the acrid smell of ozone mixed with gunpowder smoke proved that a one-sided skirmish had taken place here just seconds before.

However, just as the enemy was wiped out and Atlas began to establish forward outposts, a corpse that should have been dead rose again, gazing at them with hateful eyes:

"Disgraceful aliens, you are not human at all, but a bunch of monsters who have stolen the name of humanity."

Brian wanted to shoot this heretic who defied the Heavenly Gang, but was stopped by a hand. Looking at the soldier whose lower body had disappeared and whose intestines were sticking out, Mordred felt a little curious, wondering how he was still alive.

"Don't make a move, I want to see what this thing is. Leave this enemy to me."

The Primarch had spoken, and the Space Marines, as his offspring, naturally dared not disobey the order. They all lowered their weapons and stood guard, ensuring their father had a perfect opportunity for a duel.

Mordred's orders were taken as arrogance by the soldiers. With a roar, he unleashed a torrent of fine vines that surged from his abdomen, piercing through the surrounding mangled flesh and limbs and merging into a symbiotic monster in a very short time.

Regardless of its strength, Mordred was willing to give it a passing grade for its cool appearance, which was comparable to that of a mutated tyrant, and continued to observe the opponent's every move.

In the blink of an eye, the symbiotic monster had devoured all the flesh and blood around it. The broken limbs pierced by the vines seemed to be reborn, picking up weapons in a twisted posture completely contrary to biological evolution, and pointing them at the astonishing giant who had been watching all this with indifference:

“Ancestors! Be our witness, you arrogant beast who steals the name of mankind, remember my name, I am…”

boom--

A dull, bloody sound rang out, and the elite monster, who hadn't even finished reciting his lines, had his skull shattered, his entire spine ripped out by Mordred's teleporting backstab.

Looking at the fleshy spine in his hand, whose neural network had been completely replaced by vines, Mordred said in a slightly mocking tone:

"Idiot, I thought it was some kind of minor boss, but it turns out to be a useless piece of trash."

Mordred casually accepted the sealed jar from his offspring, preserved a sample of the human fragment in his hand, uploaded a combat log directly to the internal network, and then ordered Goff:
"The frontline outposts have been established. Send more support troops over. There are symbiotic soldiers among the enemy who are immortal. Their weaknesses are their heads and energy weapons. Kill them one by one, leave no survivors."

"Roger that!"

The second company commander's answer was as efficient as ever, to the point that he didn't seem like the talkative Atlas at all, but more like a human contemplative warrior who had become a superhuman.

As expected, following Mordred's orders, more and more troops encountered these symbiotes, and the closer the enemy was to the hive city, the greater the proportion of symbiotes.

Upon reaching the upper hive, Atlas found that the enemies he faced were no longer human, but entirely symbiotes. It was only thanks to the help of his fellow warp dwellers that there were no casualties.

To better eliminate the enemy, Atlas began to upgrade its equipment with plasma weapons, even the Spartan squads had them, which drew envious glances from the Fourth Legion that had come upon hearing the news. For Mordred, Atlas lacked nothing but secondhand equipment, so he simply ordered a batch of plasma weapons for these little cans.

Watching the Primarch leading the charge with such regal bearing, the young lads, receiving care from their elders for the first time, felt a warmth in their hearts. Even though they knew it was just a meal replacement, a meal replacement could still satisfy their hunger!
At this point, five standard Terra hours had passed since Atlas joined the battle, and 5 Space Marines were moving throughout the Inkarati, working alongside 30 Mortal support troops to clear the battlefield.

At this moment, the outcome of the war was no longer in doubt. One after another, the Void Shield arrays were destroyed, and Atlas, having gained complete air superiority, quickly eliminated the enemies scattered in various places.

Meanwhile, Mordred's Black Knights finally stormed into the haunted city of Spire.

By eating human brains raw, Black Knight leader Brian directly targeted the enemy command post and used a molten metal bomb to break open the adamantite gate.

Even after their own crystal exploded, these so-called remnants of the Federation did not surrender. Instead, they began a desperate resistance, even giving Mordred a good mouth workout:
"Monsters, fake humans, we are the true humans... Go eat shit."

He had originally intended to spare their lives and then brainwash and reform them, but he never expected them to be so ungrateful. Even if what they said was very likely true, Mordred wouldn't let himself suffer mentally and immediately ordered the firing.

When the last symbiote was burned to ashes, Incarati had completely fallen into Atlas's hands.

Looking at the ruins of the Forge World, Mordred, who had been holding back for a long time, could no longer restrain himself and led everyone in a looting spree.

Pack up everything you can carry—lost technology, abandoned weapons—and find a way to take what you can't, especially that enormous golden tree that looks extraordinary.

Mordred studied it for a long time but still couldn't figure out what it was. He just felt that it was very valuable and had a strange urge to possess it.

According to his idea, since the people here can coexist with the vines, it means that this thing is a man-made product.

However, after reviewing the planetary governor's log, he discovered that the truth was completely opposite to what he had thought; the tree's history predated that of Nest City.

According to records, when the old night fell, Incarati was still a wild world, where an unfortunate colonial ship crash-landed.

After discovering that the tree could coexist with the human body and grant its symbionts superhuman immortality, they began to multiply and thrive around the golden tree, eventually developing into a galactic power.

It's okay if we don't find the answer. We can just take it back and study it slowly. We can't let it run away.

Unfortunately, this thing is just too big, about the size of a destroyer, and it's completely fused with the nest, so it can't be pulled out at all.

But gold shines wherever it is, and Frick, eager to prove himself, sought out Mordred:

"Your Highness, I have a plan. Just give me a month, and I can use explosives to cut this tree down and present it to you, Uncle!"

Mordred was delighted with such a helpful subordinate and immediately granted Fricks full authority to extract this good stuff for him.

That's why the civil engineer is so skilled; he perfectly cut out the golden tree in just one week, and spent the remaining three weeks installing the plasma engine.

Gazing at the enormous plant soaring into the sky, carried into the starry heavens by its powerful force, Mordred began to ponder where to plant it. Perhaps he should plant it right at the entrance to his old home, Nest City.

A month was enough time for the Ministry of State's fleet to arrive, so Mordred left behind a company of Space Marines to garrison the area and absconded with the funds the day before the Ministry of State's ships arrived.

Perhaps remembering that his own company still had the unstable Alpha, Mordred left behind a company that happened to be the Hydra.

As for Alpha, he was also kicked away by him. Before kicking him, he drew a full vat of blood from Alpha, which made Alpha so angry that he cursed Mordred as a scoundrel.

When the Ministry of State Affairs arrived, they stared at Inkarati, which was now just a piece of land, as if it had been thoroughly licked by some monster. Their minds were buzzing. Didn't the Ministry of State Affairs say it was a world of casting? Where were the things on it?
But while Atlas escaped, the loss of the Golden Tree attracted the attention of another force.

A phantom gate, seemingly constructed of white bones, rose in Inkarati. Uninvited visitors bypassed the blockade, silently infiltrating the nest city, and saw the enormous tree pit, brutally excavated:
"Damn barbaric monkeys, how dare they desecrate my ancestral graves! No way, we must capture a few prisoners and interrogate them."

(End of this chapter)