Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 47: Building the plank road openly, secretly destroying Chencang

"Father! These aliens are up to no good; they definitely want to harm you. Why don't we kill them all?"

“Goff is right. I’ve heard of these cunning and treacherous long-eared creatures. They look like humans, but they’re all scoundrels. Salamanders loathe them.”

On the bridge, the Atlas high command was arguing fiercely, but they all agreed that these long-eared people had ill intentions and that their entire families had to be killed!

Only Mordred, seated on the throne, remained silent, not for any other reason than he recalled the scene of being struck by a meteor.

"I want a colorful life, preferably in a fairytale world with elf-eared girls and stuff!"

The thought of himself sitting on the toilet with his arms crossed, giving a silly eagle salute, made Mordred wish he could travel back in time and punch his younger self to pieces.

"Stop arguing! You guys are going too far. All you can think about is killing. It makes people think I'm some kind of ruthless lunatic."

Since they want to negotiate, let's play along and see what their tactics are. Besides, I haven't met the Eldar yet. Goff!

"Don't worry, Father."

The second company commander gave him a knowing look, accepted the landing request from the other side, and at the same time ordered the fleet to disperse and be on high alert, ready to open fire immediately if anything went wrong.

At this point, the entire Atlas fleet had sailed out of the warp, consisting of more than 100 ships of various sizes, including the Glory Queen-class flagship, the Abomination Exemplar.

The oracle indicated that the opposing Eldar had fewer than 30 ships, all of them small, fast boats with thin armor and large internal components. As for how many ships were hidden, regardless of the current strength, Goff was confident that a single salvo would wipe them all out.

Mordred nodded affirmatively. He trusted Goff's abilities. As for the selection of the action team, he looked around and saw Tom grinning foolishly, Brian secretly drawing erotic pictures, and Joseph tricking his dog into calling him "Dad."

And then there's Gawain, huddled in a corner teaching elementary math to a demon?

"Fourth Company Commander, what the hell are you doing? I've already told you that your devilish brain isn't working properly, stop teaching him and get back to work."

"As for you." Mordred kicked his unfilial son, who had already thrust his face right in front of him, saying, "Why are you getting so close?"

"Father, I want to go too! Gawain is a happy guy, he's definitely not as clever as me!"

That's true. Tom is probably the offspring who is most like Mordred himself, but his unreliability is also perfectly inherited. Seeing that he wouldn't leave, Mordred had no choice but to give in to him.

....................................

Soon, a disarmed Eldar delegation was escorted by Atlas to the bridge and stood before the crowd.

As soon as these bean sprouts with pointed ears appeared, they caused quite a stir among everyone present, immediately rattling off a string of dish names:

"Good day, Your Highness Mordred, Son of the Emperor, Demigod who walks the earth, renowned Lord of Tranquility, Leader of Atlas, and powerful Primarch!"

The high Gothic language, almost like chanting, drifted over, and the slightly accented voice made all the Terrans present feel a sense of familiarity; it was definitely the standard old Terran accent.

But soon everyone realized something was wrong. They thought, "Wait a minute, how can a long-eared Eldar alien speak Terran?"
Kiaran, who was gloating over the other party's reaction, chuckled to himself, thinking that monkeys are just monkeys. Even if they have gained great power, they are just a bunch of barbarians who do not know manners. They are no match for us, the true firstborn sons of the gods.

After all, she, Chiaran, was a top student from Comoros. Gothic was just a simple and easy language, which she had mastered in just one day.

Despite her disdain, she had to maintain a respectable facade. After all, the person in front of her was a Primarch, and even if he was just a demigod, he was not someone that Kiaran could easily provoke.

Thinking of this, Kiaran, who had been bowing, raised his head, put on a standard, formulaic smile, and said to Mordred:
“Your Highness, we have come here with only one request: that you return our soul circuits. If you agree, I, as the leader of the Ark, promise to offer you a planet as compensation.”

After he finished speaking, Kiaran looked at the Primarch with a sincere expression and sent someone to present him with the basic information about the planet.

Before coming, she had done her homework. According to the humans, Princess Mordred was extremely kind, especially fond of life, to the point that she was known as a giant who loved life, a fact evidenced by the lazy dog-men around her. She had also had a prophecy made, which stated that this negotiation would be her rebirth in Kiarland, the beginning of a legend, and in short, a bright future.

This is the fundamental reason why she dared to come to negotiate; after all, it follows the prophecy, which is the very foundation of their Eldar race.

But Kiarlan waited and waited, but did not hear a reply. Instead, she saw unreserved disappointment in the Primarch's eyes, which made her feel uneasy.

“Your Highness, this is a perfectly habitable planet. Once you obtain it, the entire star system it occupies will be yours. If that’s not enough, I can give you another resource world, as long as you return your soul circuit to us.”

Kiaran believed that the price he had offered was already quite generous; if he still couldn't get the World Tree back, then there was really no point in talking.

But before she could continue her persuasion, the Primarch asked a completely unrelated question:

"Kiaran, right? Let's put the negotiations aside for now. I'm curious, how did you all get together?"

This question puzzled all the Atlas, who didn't understand why their father asked it. But only Mordred knew just how abnormal the bean sprouts in front of him were.

"You call yourself the Ark Spirit Clan, which means you're just a white bean sprout, but your subordinates are wild bean sprouts. Even if they are wild bean sprouts, it's not a problem, since both of your types of bean sprouts are white."

"But why are there black bean sprouts and you, a colorful bean sprout, among your people? Do you really think I know nothing about your spirit race?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Atlas, who had long disliked these aliens, immediately surrounded them, seemingly with the urge to tear these pointy-eared creatures to pieces on the spot.

Seeing the atmosphere suddenly become tense, Kiaran quickly explained, "Your Highness, you misunderstand. We are all legitimate Eldar! They weren't this skin color before; they were just injured, and it was all bruised."

Mordred stood up and took a closer look. Sure enough, just as the other party had said, these Eldar were covered in a thick layer of foundation, plus those colorful paints, making them look like ghosts.

Moreover, not only that, the equipment worn by this group of Eldar was a motley collection, like something from all over the world, and who knows which faction it belonged to.

"Ah! Fine, but then again, this golden tree is my spoils of war. How can you prove that it is the core of your ancestor?"

"But Your Highness, the golden tree you spoke of contains the souls of our people!"

"Foolish! The treasures of this world belong to the virtuous, and I am that virtuous person. What right do you have to stuff your soul into my golden tree and then try to negotiate with my planet?"

"If I kill you all, then all of these will be mine!"

???

Kiaran finally understood. Mordred, who stood before him, was just like the dwarf demigod who had killed them before—a barbarian who was impossible to communicate with.

After thinking it through, Kiaran was prepared to sacrifice the puppet and fight to the death, but the reality was completely the opposite of what she expected.

Mordred stepped down from the throne and stood before the puppet. This was the first time Chiarand realized how enormous the person before him was, so enormous that a single hand could crush his head. The idea of ​​fighting to the death was a joke.

But Mordred didn't display his signature move—the Knight's Headbutt. Instead, he crouched down and, with a slick look on his face, said to Chiarand:
"You know that this golden tree is extremely precious. Even if I don't use it myself, I can sell it to other forces and get a huge amount of resources. Trading with your little-known force is not as good as doing business with Yi Yang on the Ark."

"So, Your Highness, you mean there's no room for negotiation?"

"No, no, no, I mean we need to pay more!"

"what?"

(End of this chapter)