Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 63 Uncle Da Mo is such a good person, he provides food, lodging and even takes care of my mother.

The Milky Way is vast, and among its myriad stars you can find all sorts of strange worlds. Depending on the geographical environment, the humans on these worlds have evolved into different customs and traditions.

Among the many Primarchs, there are very few that can compare to Plankton's original environment. The environment of Olympia alone could make Barbaros the slut green with envy.

Despite the favorable environment, the Olympians were not so normal. Even if they couldn't compare to the high-tech slave owners of Nutherkelia, they were all a bunch of diodes, tormenting themselves and others.

Leaving the banquet hall, Mordred followed the scent to a workshop by the river. A rudimentary mechanical device was running repeatedly, powered by the flowing water, continuously supplying electricity to the workshop.

Mordred kicked open the door and saw the unfortunate kid huddled in the corner, wallowing in self-pity.

If it were a typical storyline, Mordred would definitely step forward to comfort her at this point, but unfortunately, Mordred never has that option; he only knows how to mock others.

"Hey! Isn't this Peipei? What's with that expression? What's with that look in your eyes? Don't tell me you ran out just to hide here and cry. You're hopeless!"

"I am not a piece of mud."

"You are, you are just a lump of mud. You're mud for a day and you'll be mud for a lifetime. No wonder you've turned out like this. I don't even know what you're babbling about."

"You don't understand me at all!" Perturabo, who had been inexplicably attacked, also got angry and pointed at Mordred, unleashing a torrent of abuse:
"Mordred, your condescending attitude is disgusting. Don't think I can't see it. You look down on everyone equally, but you've never looked at me with respect."

You're just like everyone else, trying to use me to satisfy your own interests. All you want is my legion, don't you? You inherently evil Mo Er…”

Before the guy could say anything more, Mordred went up and delivered a powerful blow, making Perturabo see stars.
"How dare you hit me!"

"Nonsense, if I didn't hit you, would I have coaxed you? You ignorant fool, don't come here to insult my amazing wisdom."

"Let me tell you, since Old Man Huang entrusted you to me, it's my responsibility to raise you to be a responsible adult. You don't want Kelly Fanny to have another brother-in-law on Mother's Day next year, do you?"

Perturabo was truly enraged. The only person she cared about was her sister, and this bastard was actually trying to seduce her. She had already sensed that this dog had ill intentions.

However, getting angry was useless. The difference in strength was obvious. Mordred didn't play any dirty tricks. She knocked Mordred to her knees with just a few punches and kicks. There was no skill involved, it was all about numbers. Perturabo was so angry that he could only lie on the ground in helpless rage.

Shouting bizarre things like "Kelifenny is mine" and "My sister can only love me," it's hard not to suspect that this guy has been corrupted by some kind of Sinister affliction.

Seeing that there wasn't even a place to sit, Mordred plopped down on the piece of trash at her feet, thinking that she shouldn't drive this unfortunate kid crazy.
"Oh, I was just teasing you, Peipei, why are you taking it so seriously? Besides, I'm face-blind, I can't tell what human beauties are like at all. My dog ​​is much better looking, at least he has a tail."

"What? You don't even spare dogs!" Peturabo cried even louder.

Fortunately, compared to the Emperor, Morered is more human-like and understands the importance of balancing work and rest. He immediately pulled out the half-eaten cabbage from his pocket and fed it to his sister, afraid that she would cry because she was hungry.

"What are you crying about? It's just a small problem. Once you pass the test, I'll give the legion back to you. Nothing will be a problem. You can do whatever you want. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be like me?"

Perturabo didn't want to be a lazy prince. She had dreams; she wanted to rise above others, make humanity great again, and incidentally win the emperor's favor. "No! Father said that you and Ruth are both a bunch of good-for-nothings."

"He really said that? What a damn weasel! Just wait till I start spreading rumors about him. Stop crying and give me a straight answer: do you want to be a nobody who just cowers and weeps, or a legend admired by everyone?"

At that moment, in Peturabo's eyes, Mordred shone brightly, reaching out her hand to him like a savior, and then she was blinded by the flash of the camera.

"Sorry, I only emit green light when I glow, which is not very auspicious. Just make do with this, anyway, I've already recorded it."

Mordred grabbed the unfortunate child, hoisted him onto her shoulder, and ran off, returning directly to her Abomination in full view of everyone.

As a saw-man of action, Mordred may have many minor flaws, but his execution is top-notch. He directly summoned a group of high-ranking officers of the Fourth Legion and made them acknowledge their ancestry.

Upon learning that their Primarch was on the bridge, the Legion's leaders, led by Fricks, rushed over immediately. They even took the time to wax their power armor, only to be thoroughly tricked by the dogs.

As the bridge doors were opened from the outside, the Fourth Legion, which had long yearned for the Primarch, finally saw their father.

"Father! I... um? I must be dreaming!"

The genetic connection cannot be faked. No matter how surreal reality may be, what stands before everyone is their original genetic material, even if the father has become the mother.

Seeing the sudden appearance of his descendants, who were densely packed and blocking the doorway, Peturabo became very nervous and even took a half step back.

This small step, though insignificant, was a stinging pain in the eyes of the Fourth Legion. Not every legion could bombard the Primarch and cheer excitedly like Atlas; this was the normal phenomenon.

Surrounded by the dog-like boys, Perturabo suddenly regretted it. Having been found ten years earlier, she was still a rookie and had no experience in dealing with the situation before her.

For some reason, Perturabo subconsciously looked at Mordred. Although his second brother was a complete scoundrel, surely someone as shameless as him could handle things well!
The answer was definitely yes; Mordred immediately placed her hand on Perturabo's shoulder, giving her solid support.
"What are you looking at? This is your original body. Second Uncle, Second Madam, I've brought your mother back. Hurry up and come over here."

The canned boys, now emboldened, swarmed around Peturabo, all staring at her with their big, watery eyes.

Strangely enough, according to Mordred's inquiries, Peturabo should have been 25 years old at this time, while the group of legion commanders were all veterans of Terran descent, the youngest of whom was over 50 years old. The scene was quite comical.

"I won't disturb you. You two can strengthen your bond as mother and son."

After speaking, Mordred immediately tried to leave the bridge, but a pair of hands grabbed his anime-themed outfit, meeting Perturabo's extremely socially awkward eyes:
"Didn't you keep clamoring for your own legion? Cheer up, don't embarrass yourself, Pepe. Remember, you're the best."

This is also part of the trial!

(End of this chapter)