Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 59 Petura Porta
"Mordred, where are you two bastards?"

As a portal of pale blue light opened in the void, the Abomination, after many transfers, finally sailed out of the warp.

Before the fleet could even take a headcount, a psionic phone call came to Mordred, from the Emperor who had been waiting for a long time.

Faced with Old Huang's questioning, Mordred would never admit that he and Ruth got carried away compiling unofficial history and lost track of time, thus preemptively accusing him of being the villain.

"Shut up! I haven't even arrived in Olympia yet. What are you yelling about? You'll regret this stupid habit of making psionic calls all the time."

Mordred, who knew the Emperor's true nature all too well, found it hard to respect this giant of gold, let alone engage in such a despicable act as if he were suddenly speaking into someone's head.

What's even more frustrating is that Olympia is neither too far nor too close, just next to Incarati. If Mordred had searched properly back then, he would have brought back that unfortunate kid Plankton long ago, without having to make this extra trip.

Already in a bad mood, Mordred was further provoked by the Emperor's phone call, and hung up immediately, completely ignoring the weasel's gritted teeth tone.

"What happened, Second Brother?"

"It's okay, some idiot is just making me a nuisance call. Ignore it, let's just eat and drink as usual."

"Indeed, anyone who hogging communications is an idiot. If he were in my legion, I wouldn't take him with me when he switched sides."

The two men in the main dining hall of the Abomination buried themselves in their food, occasionally pointing and whispering to Frix, who was also sharing a table with them. The boy who was being teased listened in a daze, and even stopped to take notes.

"Uncle, are you sure this will educate our father properly? He probably wouldn't anthropomorphize like this, would he?"

During the journey, Mordred had already revealed what kind of person Plankton was, and this time without any embellishment, even revealing the possibility of an eleven-game sweep to his nephews.

Seeing that this lump of iron was still stubbornly unchanged, even before Mordred could say anything, Ruth couldn't stand it anymore. He had never seen such a twisted can before:
“Fricks, my second brother said he has precognitive abilities. In Fenris’s old saying, it’s like you never know when winter will come. Wouldn’t it be better to prepare?”

"Yeah!" Mordred swallowed the fried rice in her mouth, then grabbed a large head of cabbage and started gnawing on it raw, mumbling as she spoke:
"It's better to be safe than sorry. More than anyone, I hope this isn't true, but what if it is? Hang in there! Don't forget the book I gave you; you have to fight for it!"

Fricks knew what Mordred meant by "struggle," and over the past two weeks, as the Fourth Legion had completed its assembly, he had also spread the news.

None of the fighting brothers wanted to believe the prophecy, but when they thought of that anthropomorphic father, the battalion commanders discussed it and decided that they should make a plan in advance.

Even the book "How to Train Eugene to Count to 100" has been worn out from being read so many times, all in order to learn advanced ideas.

Just like everyone gets nervous when the college entrance exam is approaching, these unlucky guys started to worry again as they were about to meet the Primarch, fearing that something might go wrong.

"But uncles, isn't this so-called Titan Correction Method a bit too extreme? It's not scientific!"

"He's hopeless," Brian thought, unable to contain himself after hearing this. He snatched the limited-edition ice cream from Frix's plate, stuffed it into his mouth, and said with a proud look:

"You wimp! Do you think a mere Titan can make you back down? We used to blast our father with light spears, losing half his body, but we're still fine, aren't we?"

"Of course! Let me tell you, not only my father, but I, Tom, also outmaneuvered the Lord of Fire Dragons with a machine gun for a full ten hours! Aren't I amazing!"

As the saying goes, "You can't bring up something you don't want to talk about." Hearing his unfilial son revealing his dark history, Mordred grabbed his plate and slapped it down, one in each hand, giving the two unfilial sons a good beating with his great fatherly love.

Now Fricks dared not say another word. He knew exactly what kind of person his "good uncle" was; when he got angry, he wouldn't recognize anyone, not even his own family. If he went over, he would just get beaten up anyway.

"That's it. I absolutely cannot let the Legion be destroyed by one man, even if he is our father. I, Fricks, am prepared for that!"

That's why the Iron Warriors are called the Snail Troops. Their honest nature is loved by all commanders. Not only Mordred is very fond of them, but even Lemanrus is, which makes the veteran Wolf Guards jealous.

Seeing that Little Canned Food was determined, Ruth patted the shoulder opposite him: "Don't worry, with me and your second uncle here, this so-called brother of yours won't cause any trouble. Besides, the Emperor is here too. Go ahead and do it with confidence."

Soon, the Fourth Legion fleet, led by the Exemplar of Abomination, arrived in Olympia and met up perfectly with the Imperial Dream.

As Primarchs, they were bound to meet the Emperor, so the two brothers boarded a landing craft and headed straight for the Emperor Dream.

Before boarding the ship, Mordred repeatedly gave his instructions:

"Russ, don't tell anyone about us. Don't forget our bond."

"Don't worry, how could I possibly tell anyone? This is something only heaven, earth, you, and I know. Don't you trust me?"

Ruth was right. For the past two weeks, the two of them had been having a blast, either going to baths and massages or getting together to write unofficial histories about the emperor. The Roman She-Wolf was already on its sixth volume. They didn't even spare Macardo. The two great artists put their heads together and wrote over eighty episodes of melodramatic plots for the Seal of the Emperor, depicting the tragic love story of the umbrella-wielding girl Macardo and the dark-skinned mature woman during their expedition.

If you ask why the Wolf King is so reckless, Ruth doesn't know either. He only knows that being next to Mordred brings him a flood of inspiration and makes him incredibly happy.

After all, Russ, who always pretends to be a barbarian, isn't a real barbarian. Atlas and his gang of lunatics don't care about that at all, so it's better to take off the disguise and relax.

In any case, Lemanrus thought his second brother was a good match for him. He was good at eating and fighting, handsome and dashing, and his behavior was a bit strange. He was really good to him.

Sometimes, Ruth would look at Mordred with a strange feeling, as if a part of himself had been resurrected inside him, making him feel more intimate than his other brothers.

However, after the two boarded the ship, they were told by the Imperial Guard that the Emperor had already gone down and was waiting for the Primarch to pay homage on some mountaintop, and that the two of them should go there alone.

The transport ship set sail again, carrying the two towards the highest peak in Olympia, where Mordred was ready for a physics lesson.

"Russ, you know what? The thought of meeting Perturabo soon gives me a wicked idea of ​​toying with his emotions. I even plan to pretend to be a loving mother and make a fool of him."

It's a pity Old Huang came down first, otherwise, with my acting skills, Fourth Brother would have a dark history for life.

A moment later, Mordred saw the Emperor posing on the mountaintop, even wearing sunglasses. His pretentious manner filled Mordred with disdain.

As the landing craft descended, Mordred pushed open the door, led his good brothers, and stood directly behind the Emperor. He immediately put his hand on Old Man Huang's shoulder:

"Ah Huang, you actually stood me up, but I'm magnanimous and will forgive you this time. Has Pei Lao Si not come up yet? Let me see how far he's climbed?"

After crossing the cliff, two heads popped out and looked down. With just one glance, Mordred and Ruth locked onto the tall giant struggling to climb.

It would have been better if they hadn't watched it. After watching it, the two of them remained silent, as if they had lost their souls.

"Old Huang, tell me this isn't true, this isn't true, how could this be? This wasn't part of my plan."

Waaaaah, kick me already! This is too surreal, I feel like I'm dreaming.

"Is this even more surreal than the obscene rumors you two unfilial sons spread against me?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred and Ruth broke out in a cold sweat, sweat pouring out like raindrops. But before they could even turn their heads, a powerful flying kick landed on their buttocks, sending them tumbling off the cliff.

"This is... Sparta!!!"

The two who had been lifted into the air plummeted rapidly, their shrill screams echoing throughout the mountain. At the same time, the giant finally climbed the rock face, his graceful figure, soaked in sweat, steaming with wisps of mist, his iron-gray eyes reflecting the golden figure.

As Mordred said, the Emperor was unwilling to believe it either; otherwise, given his personality, he would have fought those two bastards half to death.

But the truth is the truth. Looking at his offspring who were looking up at him, their exhaustion barely concealed but their struggle unwavering, the emperor seemed to hear a purple demon mocking him silently.

And then there's that unpleasant phrase, "Everything is going according to plan!"

As his thoughts raced, the emperor accepted the fact and grabbed the hand that was being offered to him:

"I am the Emperor, the Lord of mankind, and also your...father!"

She knew her premonition wouldn't be wrong; the extraordinary man, or rather she, had finally found her true father.

"Father, was that my brother who just fell down?"

"No, you're just two pieces of trash. What's your name?"

"Petulabo! But I prefer to be called Petulabo."

The emperor remained silent, only quietly lifting his sunglasses to take a closer look at his daughter, who was now completely out of his control.

"Tired, destroy!"

(End of this chapter)