Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 46 The Demon Paru Has No Human Rights
Mordred took back what he said earlier. He loved the Great Crusade the most, and if anyone tried to stop him from participating in it, he would immediately smash their head in.

Three years of hard work at home is not as good as three months of working outside. Just by plundering the planet Incarati, one can obtain half of Atlas's wealth.

Leaving aside rare metals and various weapons and equipment, Incarati has been developing for nearly 2000 years, and all the wealth it has accumulated has ended up in Atlas's pocket, including two STC standard modules.

As the culmination of human technology in the true golden age, the STC module, once possessed, allows even a savage in a barbaric world to develop the corresponding technology, making it a completely foolproof operation.

The only downside is that it's all about luck; you never know what kind of technology is inside the STC in front of you, it's purely a gamble.

Those who are lucky enough to be like the Wolf King can drive out a Li-headed vehicle and become the true genetic prototypes of countless future Star Guardians. Those who are unlucky might only be able to drive out waste products for producing carbonated drinks.

Mordred was lucky, though, with two STCs: one that could produce plasma weapons and the other that could synthesize flavored starch.

This also explains why a remote world like Incarati could field such a luxurious lineup of people equipped with plasma weapons—because they know nothing else but how to manufacture plasma weapons.

Upon learning this abstract fact, Fricks was furious at the thought of his comrades who had been directly melted by plasma, as this was completely different from the intelligence provided to them by the Ministry of Military Affairs.

"Nephew, don't be angry. This battle is not your fault. Who knew the enemy's firepower was so fierce? Don't worry, from now on, if you follow your uncle, I guarantee this kind of terrible thing will never happen again."

Fricks didn't say anything more. After all, this good uncle was indeed capable. He had given Fricks ships, men and weapons as soon as Fricks joined. The battalion was now completely under Atlas's control.

At first, Fricks was a little reserved. Due to his rather rigid personality, the Space Marines of the Fourth Legion were not on the same level as the Atlas.

But the more serious they are, the more they attract Atlas's people to harass them, just like how the cold-faced academic girl couldn't beat the silly power boy and was assimilated from a Doberman into a Husky in less than a week.

In other words, the difference in height and body size is too great; otherwise, if several cans of food were put together, you wouldn't be able to tell them apart.

Sometimes, Fricks even wondered if he was also an Atlas, but that the wrong people were switched at birth when the legions were assigned.

The question of who the father is is too profound. Anyway, Mordred was having a good time. Including this group of bastards, out of the 2 Space Marines in the Atlas fleet, 8000 were from the Fourth Legion.

What's even more exciting is that, after a period of research, Mordred finally uncovered the secret of this golden tree.

"Father, are you sure this golden tree is full of fragrant and delicious souls?"

"Absolutely! Don't you trust my skills? Let me tell you, this isn't just about the delicious aroma; it also contains those bean sprouts."

The Sprouts, also known as the Eldar, are a chatterbox. Mordred is always getting together with his offspring to brag, and as long as it doesn't involve Chaos, he just keeps talking and sharing his little secrets.

Even when it comes to knowledge about chaos, Mordred would try his best to replace it with other things to educate his offspring, so that they would not be at a loss when they encounter chaos in the future.

Mordred even developed a multiplayer game called Total War: Galactic Wars to fill the entertainment gap in the Legion in an edutainment way.

Unfortunately, despite his good intentions, Mordred recently discovered that his offspring are more interested in character portraits than in playing real-time strategy games, especially those hero units with very little clothing, and have even been secretly drawing erotic illustrations.

Mordred got angry just thinking about it, slapped Brian on his left, and then, after thinking for a moment, slapped Tom on his right twice:

"You two unfilial sons, you two perverts have corrupted the spirit of the Legion. I think you're really hungry, you've even started drawing fan comics about Horus and the Emperor."

Tom, who had been slapped for no reason, was rather obedient and retorted:

“But Father, if you hadn’t told us those unofficial histories of the Empire, would we have been able to draw these books?” “Yes, yes!” Brian chimed in, seeing his good friend speak up.
"And as far as I know, those erotic pictures that are most widely circulated on ships these days seem to have been drawn by you, Father!"

Mordred, whose past had been exposed, quickly changed the subject and began announcing his research findings:
"What lewd pictures? They have nothing to do with me. They were all drawn by Rambo. That's right, by Rambo!"
Where were we? Right! This tree contains a large number of bean sprout souls, and not just bean sprouts, but also the souls of the creatures parasitized by the vines that die and enter the golden tree, becoming nourishment for these pointy-eared creatures. Do you know what this means?

"Does this mean the game is going to release new character art again?"

Mordred's face instantly darkened. He had begun to doubt whether Tom was his son at all, that he had inherited none of Tom's good qualities, but rather all of Old Man Huang's bad ones.

"This means that, given the right conditions, we can train these still-sleeping pointy-eared kids to become telephone operators, or even become some kind of lightning-forged soldiers."

You should know that the Eldar are different from humans. They are basically a specialized psionic race. Their souls are a form of hard currency, and they can even be used to lure and entice demons!

However, it's worth mentioning that the Eldar not only attract demons, but they might also attract an ambitious psionic Muggle.

Mentioning this, the two of them were no longer sleepy. Perhaps for a more abstract reason, Brian and Tom were extremely compatible with fel energy, only regretting that they didn't have any high-quality demons to enslave.

They wouldn't even consider ordinary junk, as cultivating them from scratch would be time-consuming and laborious, and might even result in evolution failure, leaving them with nothing.

Company Commander Gao Wen was such an unlucky fellow. He somehow managed to seduce a super cool and awesome female demon, making everyone incredibly envious. But in the end, all this demon could do was dig holes.

No one knows which emotion or thought led to the ultimate resentment of digging holes, but the fourth company commander ended up with a bizarre demon that could dig holes wildly within a certain range around its body. He couldn't bear to lose it, but he felt frustrated to keep it, and he started to become conflicted.

Because of the Emperor's indulgence, coupled with the Second Legion's almost superhuman warp resistance, Atlas is unlikely to be corrupted by Chaos unless there is a significant disparity in strength.

Since it's already unclean, might as well go all the way. Even if we're going to play with demons, we'll play with the coolest one. That's what all Atlas were really thinking at that moment.

Now that they have a perfect bait, the two are already fantasizing about catching the powerful demon fish and showing it off to all their brothers.

Actually, it wasn't just the two of them; even Mordred was fantasizing. After all, Space Marines could capture and raise demons, so as the Primarch, she certainly could too. Why not create a Great Demon for herself to play with?
Mordred first ruled out Nurgle's faction, not for any other reason than that he was mortal enemies with the fat Nurgle. Secondly, he ruled out Tzeentch demons, as these noble creatures were too abstract, and he was afraid that the curse of certain disaster would befall him.

The remaining two are not much better. Sprout souls are most attractive to Slaanesh, but Slaanesh demons are all perverts, while Khorne demons are all brutes.

As for those who are not part of the chaos, the strong are strong, possibly even reaching the level of lesser gods; while the weak are weak enough, like the useless Hill that he captured back then.

Unable to make a choice, Mordred decided to give up thinking about it. It was still far from certain, so she decided to wait until the conditions were right and instead focus on strengthening the legion's combat power.

But sometimes, accidents happen suddenly. Just as the Abomination Exemplar was leaving the warp and preparing to raid its next target, the radar alarm suddenly went off.

Through the porthole, a group of strange spirits, their faces bruised and battered, almost all of them injured, gathered around and asked the figure on the throne:

"Chief, should we attack?"

"Attack?" The leader on the throne grinned, revealing her missing teeth, and yanked a strand of hair from her talkative subordinate before cursing:

"Are you kidding me? The other party is also a minor god. The one we encountered before almost killed us all. Can't you use your brain?"

"Quickly send a message saying we're here to negotiate!"

(End of this chapter)