Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 77 The Father Killer - Leon Johnson

Since Kiaran had no map of the nearby network, Atlas could only use warp travel to fly to Caliban, which made Mordred pace back and forth on the bridge in a hurry.

"Father, by the time we get to Caliban, will Tom already be dead?"

"It's hard to tell!"

Mordred knew who Johnson was. He hadn't heard from Tom since that communication, which clearly meant something unexpected had happened.

The thought of soon having to bury her son made Mordred slump completely into the sofa.
"Sigh, I guess Tom will have already sent it by the time we get there. I don't even know what to say. You know, that bastard is just unlucky. He always manages to run into a lost Primarch."

But you could say this bastard is lucky, right? He beats up everyone he sees, including me, this is the third time already. Could it be that this bastard has awakened some kind of subspace trait?

"My dear son, your father will never forget you. Don't worry, I'll definitely bring you back to work overtime for me!"

Now that things have come to this, Mordred has already started planning how to retrieve Tom's ghost. She'll find a Death Angel to stuff in his body, and then send him to work as a bunny girl in a bar. She won't even need gender reassignment surgery; she can just use an artificial shell.

"But what should the outer shell look like? Brian, I remember you and Tom are from the same hometown, does he have any special fetishes?"

"A quirk?" Brian fell into deep thought, recalling his childhood experiences. After some consideration, he replied:
"I remember once, when Tom was on a mission, he said he saw a beautiful woman taking a bath through the keyhole, and later he found out that the woman's name was something like Erda."

He also said that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, except that she was a witch, and he was beaten to the ground and cursed.

I've never even heard of that name before. Tom's probably just making things up again!

Whether Tom was lying or not is unknown, but Mordred believed it and her thoughts wandered, suddenly leading her to a strange question: Are Space Marines eunuchs or not?

The answer is definitely not eunuchs. Space Marines are not without desires; they also have their own desires, but these desires are very low in some aspects due to bio-engineering.

And with the daily onslaught of intense battles and Legion brainwashing, almost all Space Marines have placed their desires on honor and loyalty, making little difference whether or not they have adaptive hardening sponges.

In contrast, Atlas was the complete opposite. These canned boys had extremely rampant desires. They were proficient in eating, drinking and having fun, and they also liked to steal, draw erotic pictures, compile fake scriptures, brag and keep secrets. They were the worst of all, and could be called the most malignant tumor.

In contrast, among all of Atlas, the dogs with the highest moral standards are actually the canines, and the Oglins are the most anthropomorphic.

This answer deeply troubled Mordred. He couldn't understand why his legion had become like this. It shouldn't be like this; he was a moral exemplar with chivalrous spirit!

Feeling slightly depressed, Mordred needed to vent, so he grabbed a hapless demon, kneaded it repeatedly in his hands, and shook it every now and then. When it was almost dead, he threw it into the shadows and fed it to his pet Seele.

However, just as everyone had begun preparing a cenotaph for Tom and discussing how to make the artificial skin look even more sleazy, Tom suddenly came back to life.

Looking at the holographic image of the personal ID "Imperial Handsome Guy" and its accompanying avatar, there was no doubt that this was Tom, that bastard.

Seeing that their company commander was still alive, the soldiers of the Eighth Company couldn't help but sigh, thinking that they still had to pay back the money they owed their leader, and their allowances would be gone again next month.

Because Atlas initially had a small population, Mordred cherished his offspring, not only giving them a monthly allowance, but also ensuring that the entire legion, including the mortal auxiliary troops, received a substantial salary.

After three five-year plans and a full 15 years of farming, Mordred can proudly say that his people will never starve. They may not eat very well, but at least they have enough synthetic starch and mushrooms.

In the Empire, being able to eat one's fill is already a blessing; in many places, even synthetic starch is unaffordable. Thanks to those two STC standard construction modules, the individual plasma weapons and synthetic starch manufacturing facilities have earned Atlas a massive amount of foreign exchange, which is why Mordred has the spare money to improve soldiers' welfare.

As they drew closer, once the fleet sailed out of Mandeville and truly arrived in Caliban, the video feed was finally connected to the bridge. Once connected, Mordred saw his brother, whom he had never met before.

To be honest, I don't know if it's because of the Emperor's quirky sense of humor, or for some other reason, but Mordred and Johnson look extremely alike, and they look like brothers at first glance.

In contrast, Mordred's facial features are softer, making her appear more approachable; her only drawback is that she has a mouth.

In contrast, Zhuang Sen was more like a bloodthirsty lion. He could tell at a glance that Ding Zhen was an innocent yet powerful and muscular man. Even ordinary people would tremble with fear and bewilderment after meeting his gaze.

However, Mordred was more concerned with Johnson's demeanor than his appearance:
"Are you taking a dump? Why are you squatting?"

It's no wonder Mordred asked such a question, because Johnson's movements were so bizarre at that moment, exactly like someone squatting on a toilet, staring at the camera in a horse stance.

"Mordred, you'd better come over right away, those three are about to give up."

No sooner had Zhuang Sen finished speaking than another voice rang out on the communication channel:
"Father, come quickly to save us! This barbarian, no, the Primarch accidentally broke our sarcophagus, and the reactor is also destroyed. Please come quickly, we're about to lose power."

After all, Tom was his son, and even if he hadn't done anything meritorious, he had still put in a lot of effort. If he could be saved, he definitely should be. Mordred immediately led his men to Caliban.

Following the coordinates, he soon arrived at the cave and met his unfortunate son.

Looking at the blond giant who was holding half of the stone coffin, as if afraid that the slightest movement would kill the three burly young men on the spot, even Mordred couldn't understand why he had become like this.

The mutual intuition between the progenitors cannot be faked. Zhuang Sen recognized the giant as his brother at a glance. Moreover, he not only recognized him as his brother, but also learned from the previous conversation between the two that he was his younger brother.

"Mordred, my brother, you can surely save Luther, right?"

"Don't worry, now that you know I'm your brother, you should trust me. It's just a matter of regenerating a severed limb. Even if it's shattered into a pile of minced meat, I can still bring it back to life."

"Really?" Zhuang Sen was truly relieved now and quickly made way for Mordred to approach and treat him.

However, looking at Luther, who had been punched through by Zhuang Sen and turned into a bowl of soup with two pieces of brain matter floating on his body, Mordred regretted speaking so absolutely earlier.

"Dude, at least you have a limb if you regenerate it. Tell me, which piece of flesh here is the loser? I remember Tom saying he only got his butt hit, didn't he?"

"Ah, this." Zhuang Sen would never admit that he was the one who punched Luther into mincemeat. If outsiders found out, what would the people in the Knights think of him? This secret absolutely could not be revealed.

"He probably fell! Tell me, is it even treatable? If it weren't for your offspring, Luther wouldn't be in this state!"

Johnson was right; it was ultimately Tom and Urian's fault that caused all this trouble. Mordred could only console them by saying:
"Yes! As long as he's not completely destroyed, I can get him back. I didn't expect Tom to survive. Now your dad will have to take advantage of him."

Hey bro, would you mind if your adoptive father became your adoptive mother?

Zhuang Sen: Huh?

(End of this chapter)