Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 70 We are the Terrorist Mobile Unit, loyalty is our bond!
In just two and a half years, Olympia transformed from a terrestrial planet that could be considered a garden world into a quasi-empire world filled with factories and spewing out highly toxic waste gas; even the foundation of its capital city was blown up.

Mountains were flattened and smelted, forests were packaged and sold, and even Olympia's perfect biosphere system was divided, stored, and shipped to various worlds to earn foreign exchange.

When it comes to governing the world, the oil enthusiasts still use the same old three methods: build production lines, manufacture machine servants, and establish nest cities. With this smooth little combo, the Olympians are truly blessed.

Because of the Emperor's special permission, the Mechanicus attached great importance to the old seller's Fourth Legion and directly dispatched a mechanical ark; otherwise, such efficiency would have been impossible.

But even the tech enthusiast has something to say! Who told you, Iron Warrior, to keep pushing for production capacity? We've already been working overtime, even capturing slaves on the spot, and personally suppressing riots. What more do you want?
Moreover, after Olympia's products were packaged and sold, they didn't pocket a single penny. Instead, they used all the money to invest in various materials on the factory production line to produce ammunition and supplies for the Iron Warriors.

Upon hearing the mechanical sage's report, Perturabo immediately severed the communication link, collapsed to the ground, his eyes devoid of any light, and muttered repeatedly, "I destroyed Olympia."

"You all knew it would turn out this way, didn't you? Why didn't you warn me!"

"You're talking nonsense! We've all warned you, each of us at least three times. It's your stubbornness that has led to all this."

Grabbing the piece of trash by the shoulder, Mordred grabbed the list and tossed it at him, pointing to the completed starport in front of the Iron Warriors and saying:

“Every bullet you fire doesn’t come out of thin air. Everything needs to be produced by workers. Do you see that starport that’s churning out cargo ships? That’s the Legion’s most important support, and the price is Olympia!”
War is all about logistics. If you can avoid being so impatient for quick results and allow enough time for gradual construction, Olympia will become another peaceful place.

“But I reclaimed the entire subsector, I upheld the truth of the Empire, and Olympia should not have ended up like this.”

Before Mordred could even speak, Fricks revealed the so-called truth:

"Mother, don't you understand? Imperial Truth is just a slogan to unite humanity under the Great Crusade. This is the real Empire. No sacrifice is too great to be accepted. If you don't protect Olympia, then no one will care about it."

As one of the Iron Warriors who has spent the longest time with Atlas, Fricks, a veteran who participated in the Terra unification war and wiped out the Thunder Warriors with the First Legion, has a very clear understanding of the situation.

The Imperial Truth is completely untenable. Putting aside everything else, Fricks did fight the Pan-Pacific Empire alongside the Emperor on Terra and witnessed the Emperor burn countless resistance fighters to death with a single psionic flash.

What is this if not psychic magic? If the Imperial Truth is true, then the Emperor is the one who should be eliminated the most.

“Did you hear that, Peipei? This is the truth. Don’t believe the slogans that Old Huang is talking about. The Emperor is not a god, and he can’t possibly know everything. Just listen to him, but don’t actually fool yourself. You need to have your own thoughts.”

Seeing that the unfortunate child wanted to argue back, Mordred didn't tolerate it and slapped her across the face. Before Perturabo could react, she gently patted her head.
"While it's not too late, hurry up and do what you should do. Your sister is waiting for your triumphant return, and the Olympians are waiting for their child to return home in glory. At the very least, this sacrifice needs to be reciprocated. You can no longer be that little kid hiding behind others."

Perturabo didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly. Her mind was in turmoil. She flew to Olympia on a Stormbird; she had to go and undo everything.

When Perturabo saw Kelly Fanny again, he suddenly noticed that his sister looked much more distressed. Even so, Kelly Fanny still smiled when she saw her younger sister return.

That smile was forever etched onto the steel, making this Iron Lord, steel inside and out, realize that she might have long possessed a treasure worth protecting, which she had only just discovered. But before Perturabo could approach and give her sister a big hug, she saw her sister's face change drastically, and she cried out something:
"Don't come any closer, it's dangerous!"

"What danger?"

Before Peborattu could finish speaking, a dark, unremarkable thing darted out from the corner and kicked her squarely in the waist.
Dog-Man Flying Kick!!!
"Where did this little punk come from? Don't you know this area is under your protection, Master Rambo? You're so big but you don't have a brain. Get lost."

"Don't worry, ma'am, I, Rambo, am highly valued by the boss. With our Terrorist Mobile Squad here, not even a mosquito can get within five meters of you! Heh heh, long live Atlas!"

One dog barked wildly, and a thousand more responded. More and more large dog-men sprang out from the corners and began punching and kicking Peturabo, who was still unaware of the situation. One dog-man, who looked like a hyena, even aimed at her buttocks, intending to deliver a righteous backstab.

Among them, the super-giant dog known as the Eight Heroes was the most dazzling, flying with sparks and lightning as it pinned Peturabo to the ground, rendering her unable to get up.

Moreover, these eight cool super dogs have exceptional fashion sense, wearing high-elasticity vests and stylish trench coats. They look dashing from any angle, and you can tell at a glance how incredibly strong they are!
Seeing this, Kelly Fanny's face became even more distressed; she didn't know how she had gotten through the past few years.

These suddenly appearing dogs are great in every way. They are multi-talented and can do everything, but they are too neurotic. If any creature gets within five meters of her, it will inevitably get a beating, even her father.

The thought of her father almost dying young and having to crawl out of the manor with a broken leg, only to be called an Alpha by the dogs, gave Kelly Fanny a headache.

"Stop hitting her! Stop hitting her! She's my sister, and your boss's sister too! Stop it!"

"What? She's the boss's sister! Then she deserves an even bigger beating, you despicable bastard! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have to go to work. Brothers, beat her up!"

For the sake of convenience, Perturabo was not wearing her turtle shell at all. In addition, she was weak in close combat. Even as a Primarch, she could not escape immediately after being swarmed by the pack of dogs, and for a time the fight was evenly matched.

However, what no one noticed was that on the earthen slope opposite the manor, several figures suddenly poked their heads out, holding cameras and recording videos.

"Your Highness, is this really the right thing to do?"

"Don't worry, my dogs are very tough. I could punch them and they wouldn't die. There won't be any problems."

"Oh, actually I don't care about the dog. Never mind, whatever makes you happy!"

Having already embarked on this treacherous path, Fricks didn't think much of it. But seeing his brothers' extremely excited expressions, he could only pray that his little secret would never be discovered by his mother.

After all, they are steel warriors, steel inside and out, and they have no secrets!

(End of this chapter)