Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 79: Grab it and refine it in an instant!

Even a pure-hearted boy like Zhuang Sen, who trains his muscles into his brain, is not lacking in intelligence. With the right stimulation, he can awaken amazing wisdom in the blink of an eye.

After all, according to the Emperor's plan, each Primarch should be able to rebuild civilization from scratch after coming into contact with humans, serving as both a general and a leader, and perfectly assisting him in carrying out the Great Expedition.

It's hard not to suspect that the Primarch was inspired by the Emperor copying the Greenskins, but one thing is certain: Mordred is definitely related to the Orcs.

Therefore, someone like Mordred, who claims to be bad at politics, is simply being lazy. Even if he were standing still, his brain's computing power would completely outclass that of a fusion intelligence like Icarus.

As for why no one exposed this fact, those who were capable didn't care, and those who weren't capable didn't dare to speak up, especially Goff and his group of chosen ones. They only regretted not shooting Guilliman in the back when they met him, and bringing over more genetic seeds.

There's no need to doubt Atlas's moral standards. This time, Goff led the Legion's flagship, ostensibly as the logistics manager for the expedition, but secretly to promote his own Mushroom King.

As for the ultimate goal, it was to take the opportunity to collect gene seeds on the battlefield, and not the intact ones, but only the broken ones that no one wanted. After all, Atlas was not picky about food, and the broken ones could still be used, and were even easier to absorb.

This matter is not exactly blasphemous, but rather immoral. However, if it were to be exposed, it would certainly arouse suspicion.

So when Perturabo arrived with the Iron Warriors, the Atlas, who had something to hide, immediately ran away, abandoning even the mushrooms. Otherwise, they would never have been able to reach Caliban so quickly.

In contrast to Atlas, who had become completely accustomed to his own characteristics and kept a low profile while making a fortune quietly, Johnson's mindset underwent a slight change.

Especially after witnessing Mordred using his saliva to write and draw on the operating table, pulling the souls of three people out of the broth and then cultivating them into a flesh-and-blood base—a bizarre process that was neither scientific nor subspace-based, and filled with my own thoughts.

Even Zhuang Sen, this wild young man, sensed something was wrong and even began to question his existence.

"Brother, is this really the imperial truth you're talking about? It seems even less reliable than Caliban's witch doctor!"

"Tch, you're making a fuss over nothing. Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Do you know how long I acted with that idiot to gain this knowledge? I'm a smart kid."

Speaking of which, I really miss that parrot. It's all Old Huang's fault for being impulsive. If he had caught it and raised it, I might have my own demon, Palu.

But out with the old, in with the new. I'm sure I can catch an incredibly cool pet. If all else fails, I'll just throw it away...

Mordred, who had almost blurted out his true thoughts, felt a chill run down his spine. He had a feeling that something was watching him, and if he didn't keep his mouth shut, something bad was bound to happen.

"By the way, Zhuang Sen, what kind of appearance template do you like? While it's still unshaped, you can create your own character. This is the original, genuine version, with the opportunity for stable genetic inheritance in the future."

Mordred couldn't read minds, but he could tell that Johnson was very excited; the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than a bomb gun.

"Isn't this bad!"

"What's wrong with that? If you don't like it, I can make you an Oglin Luther, a dog-man Luther, or even a mushroom Luther."

"Besides, I also have cat-human genetic samples here. They're just flesh and blood, nothing more. It's just that I haven't had the chance yet. I'll definitely go to Comoros to learn more and see how advanced the Bloodling people's technology is. Give me a straight answer, which one do you choose?"

Having said all that, Zhuang Sen quickly pulled out a portrait he had prepared long ago, which Mordred nodded repeatedly as he looked at it:

"Not bad, you have good taste! I didn't realize you were so filial, but what can I do when I'm in the wrong? Don't worry."

Actually, let me tell you, the Emperor is even bigger than this. I also have the latest edition of the Roman She-Wolf photo book here, it's yours! As a knight, Zhuang Sen wanted to refuse, but after just one glance at the cover, the impulse stemming from his genes made him grab the indecent publication.

Without hesitation, Mordred began inputting data into Icarus using the portrait, leveraging its powerful computing capabilities to edit and modify the genes, while maximizing all other elements.

After the body was sculpted, Mordred put the soul stone containing Luther back in, waiting for the soul to imprint and reshape the brain a second time, and incidentally, he also took it out for those two unlucky guys.

This process was devised by Mordred himself. It sounds simple, but it is extremely troublesome. The resource consumption alone makes it impossible to popularize on a large scale. It is a heretical technique of possession and regeneration.

Moreover, the most crucial point is that it requires one's own flesh and blood as a base; without this material, it is easily corroded by subspace energy.

As the soul inscription was completed, Luther, who had nearly died but ultimately survived, opened his emerald green eyes, identical to Zhuang Sen's:

"Where am I? Leon, why are you staring at me like that? No, I remember now, you bastard, how dare you hit me... Waaah."

Before Luther could reveal the truth, Zhuang Sen reached out and covered the mouths of his adoptive father, brothers, children, and adoptive mother with his large hand.
"It's all an illusion. You were already dead when you were hit by the shell."

Perhaps because she had just been resurrected, Luther was dizzy and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. She could only prop herself up and move away from this coffin-like creation. She vaguely remembered that there were two particularly talkative ghosts in the coffin.

Before she could even figure out where she was, the changes in her body caused Luther to emit a piercing explosion:
"No! What have you done to me?"

Mordred was so happy to see this scene that he rolled around on the floor like a maggot, completely unaware of the golden projection that had quietly appeared behind him.

You look very happy!

Without a second thought, Mordred casually replied, "Isn't that obvious? I can already imagine how much fun it will be. I'm going to sculpt giant succubi, I'm going to mass-produce Elysian Angels, and I've even come up with the face models..."

"Wait, Old Man Huang, when did you arrive!"

I don't know when he arrived, but the Emperor has always been there. If I hadn't taken a look when I had a spare moment, I don't know what kind of trouble this bastard would have gotten into.

Even though it was just a psionic projection, with each victory in the Great Crusade, the Emperor grew increasingly powerful, and with a single psionic choke, he yanked Mordred up.
"A succubus, huh? A photo album, huh? You used the life alchemy I taught you to make this? You're asking for it!"

"But this isn't what you taught me, it's treachery..."

"Bang~"

Without letting the rebellious son utter that name, the Emperor brandished his iron fist and unleashed a torrent of paternal love upon Mordred.

For some reason, Mordred always felt like he was living in the Emperor's shadow. He was already so strong, but he still couldn't beat this big golden guy. It didn't make sense!

Unable to fight back or escape, Mordred, bound by psionic energy, could only be hung up and whipped. Her ear-piercing screams filled the entire laboratory, terrifying Zhuang Senlu trembling in fear.

After drawing energy for a full half hour, feeling that his psionic energy was almost depleted, the Emperor kicked Mordred aside and floated in front of his eldest son:
"Leon, my proudest son, what are you holding in your hand?"

(End of this chapter)