Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 75 Luther: Feed me peanuts!
By now, Mordred had met all sorts of people, if not countless. But this was the first time he'd seen someone deliberately come to their death, making him wonder if it was a trap.

Even the Emperor himself couldn't see into Mordred's mind; he was almost corrupted into a sand sculpture after just a few glances.

As a result, Atlas, as one of Atlas's offspring, possessed a great resistance to warp energy thanks to this trait.
While he can't be like Mordred, strutting around with Nurgle's soup, he can still sip on a devil's snack and treat his Warp fellow like a Palk.

However, reality is even more surreal than erotic doujinshi. Not only did the other side do that, they also went straight into Mordred's consciousness and had a good time!

It wasn't until ten hours later, after Mordred had completely breached the battle moon and led his men into the control room, that he saw Lord Randan slumped on the ground, distorted into a lump of twisted flesh, that he finally realized this wasn't a trap.

"Father, why did he commit suicide?"

Brian's question was as incisive as ever, but Mordred had no idea why the other side was doing this:

"Perhaps they were too happy. After all, they are aliens. This should be one of their customs, just like when you see money on the ground, you pick it up."

According to my analysis, powerful individuals generally have a tradition of challenging the strong, and I happen to be the strongest among us, so he did this to prove his bravery. That's right, that's it.

After all, don't you guys like to hone your skills in the Duel Cage when you have free time?

"Oh, I see. That makes sense!"

Seeing Atlas's cousin nodding repeatedly, none of the First Legion's Space Marines dared to speak; they had realized that something was wrong with this group.

Those veterans who had served with the Second Legion were especially puzzled as to how Atlas had become like this.

Their curiosity about the little secret made them eager to know the answer, but the thought of being silenced soon filled them with grief, and they fell completely silent.

The fact that these people from the First Legion could have such thoughts is entirely due to their own biases. Under normal circumstances, the First Legion would definitely be a model legion, a true embodiment of chivalry, not the kind of 'righteous knights' that Ning Jing produces.

However, when it comes to special circumstances, the First Legion is a bunch of complete lunatics who are better at stabbing people in the back than anyone else, even more ruthless than Atlas.

Fortunately, although Mordred is a monster of all kinds, he is still quite human-like. Perhaps it is because of the various bits and pieces that the Emperor added when he created Mordred that he can sense the unease among these Hakimi.

Without even needing to sense it, one could tell at a glance that the Atlas were excitedly taking flight and had already begun secretly scavenging supplies.

Only the members of the First Legion stood there dumbfounded, their cautious and timid demeanor completely out of character.

Not wanting any further complications, Mordred flicked her long tail, giving Urian, the legion commander, a tail lash:

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go scavenge for supplies. We'll be returning to the real world in an hour, and there are other Randan aliens waiting for us to kill. Don't even think about slacking off."

"Your Highness, won't you kill us?"

Mordred replied, "If you want to die, I don't mind giving you a swipe."

Upon learning that they would not be secretly executed, the group of canned goods felt much more at ease and began to join the looting operation.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Mordred went to the corpse of Lord Narandan, tore open his abdomen, stuffed the lump of flesh into his stomach, and savored it.

Through the previous battles, he discovered something interesting: after the alien lord's heroic suicide, the remaining Randan aliens were like headless flies, completely losing their previous tacit cooperation.

Even a very few Randan hunters began to flee, which completely contradicted the information Urian had given him, leading Mordred to a bold conjecture.

Mordred didn't have Randan's mind control abilities, but he had a clumsy way: a direct physical connection to spy on the alien's little secrets.

"It's a female, but what is its original method of reproduction?"

The deeper Mordred explored, the more astonished he became. Just as he had previously suspected, the Randan were not naturally occurring creatures; they were genetically engineered. Moreover, the creator's technique was extremely skillful. Even Mordred, who called himself the Empire's greatest tech master, couldn't help but marvel that the Randan Xenomorph was a work of art.

Superior cellular activity, an optimal combat physique, a widely deployable reproductive method, even living combat organs created by mimicking limbs, and most importantly, a network of mental nodes.

Mordred had only ever seen this rare biological weapon in one type of individual: the Primarch!

Although it cannot compare to the original Protoss, the power of this creation should not be underestimated. If it is not an exception, Mordred speculates that there should be a considerable number of high-level single Xenomorphs.

To ensure the information was accurate, Mordred brought out several more low-ranking Randan corpses for comparison.

Soon, a gland with multiple tentacles was removed from the alien's body. After confirming that it was exactly as he had thought, Mordred destroyed it.

"Damn, what kind of Zerg node creature and Space Marine degraded fusion monster is this? This thing is human."

Considering the Randan Xenomorph's ability to seamlessly assimilate any human, and its technological level being similar to that of the Empire, Mordred was certain that Randan's predecessor was a pocket empire from the era of the Human Federation.

If the Empire is Rome in space, then Randan is Carthage in space. It's a complete disaster. If the truth is revealed, things will get really messed up.

"Brian, plant the virus bomb. Everyone return to the ship. Urian, come here for a moment. I have something to ask you."

Perhaps realizing that the Primarch had discovered something, this Grand Master of the First Legion's Heavenly Crown Army was very honest and directly revealed the little secret he had been keeping hidden.

"Your Highness, this matter must not be leaked in the slightest, and Ran Dan must be eliminated; they can only be aliens!"

Even without him saying it, Mordred knew that this struggle for legitimacy was more important than anything else, but he also knew that the Randan fleet in front of him was just the vanguard, and the real force was yet to come.

Ten minutes later, as Icarus's wings rose again, the battle moon, which had been planted with a virus bomb, returned to the physical world, where a complete eradication was about to begin.

As for the Randan aliens that still survive in the surrounding star systems, all Atlas received an order: eradicate them completely, rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free, and absolutely prevent the infection from entering the Empire.

With their ship destroyed, the First Legion Space Marines, led by Urian, were assigned to the Atlas Fleet. However, upon seeing the ship's commander, Urian became convinced that his luck was indeed cursed.

"Tom, I really want to blow you up with a cannon! Did you steal my Terminator armor?"

"Hey, the past is the past. Look at you now, how can you wear the Terminator now? You don't even have a butt anymore."

Tom's words only made Urian angrier, but in the end he didn't blow up his friend who stole his things. He was lucky to be alive and see his acquaintances again.

Perhaps it's true that when you're down on your luck, even drinking cold water can cause problems. Just as the two of them were chasing Ran Dan on Mordred's orders and had been fighting continuously for nearly three months, a planet covered by a dense forest appeared before them.

To ease the tension between the brothers, and also so that they could get some more loot in the future, Tom decided to invite his best buddy to ride the Stormbird for a spin and go to this wild world to hunt some game.

Clearly, Urian, who was able to hang out with Brian and Tom, was no saint either, and he drove his Dreadnought into the Stormbird's cockpit.

Three hours later, an urgent message suddenly arrived in Mordred's presence:

"Father, something terrible has happened! I've discovered another Primarch!"

"What? Don't tell me you've blown someone up again!"

"No, it was me who interrupted his father, I think his name was something like Luther."

(End of this chapter)