Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 80 Foster Father, Brothers, Adjutant, Mother...

People always like to fantasize about things they don't understand, imagining how wonderful those things are, perfectly reflecting the saying that longing is a far distance from understanding.

But just when everything is on track, the Emperor always manages to come up with something new!
"Second brother, has Father always been this cruel?"

"Nonsense, I told you long ago not to have too high expectations. Every time this weasel appears, it's never a good thing. Do you know why I'm so tough? It's because I've been beaten so many times."

"That was mild; he really beat me up. Just wait, Old Huang said he'd be here soon, definitely about your return to the empire. You'll be in for a world of hurt then."

In the Abomination's dining hall, the Lion King, bruised and battered with a broken arm, slumped into his chair, enjoying Luther's reluctant feeding.

He would occasionally chat with Mordred, trying to deduce what kind of person the Emperor was, but the more Mordred described him, the more puzzled he became.

"Why is Father like this? According to you, he's not only petty, but also not very smart, with emotional and intellectual intelligence practically nonexistent. So how can he command thousands of soldiers? It can't be because he's good at hitting people!"

"if not?"

After swallowing the fried rice in his bowl, Mordred pointed to his nose and replied, "If I weren't outmatched, would I have bothered being his son? He should be calling me... Never mind, I'm too magnanimous to hold a grudge against him."

His initial arrogance followed by obsequiousness was laughable, but Zhuang Sen couldn't laugh. After all, he had genuinely been beaten up, and it was likely that this would continue in the future. Only Luther could laugh out loud.
"Come on, although I don't know who this golden giant called Emperor is, I know you definitely deserved to be beaten up. Don't you even know what you two did? I haven't even asked you yet, when are you going to switch me back?"

Want to switch back? Dream on! How could Mordred let this person who would cause big trouble in the future get away with it? If it weren't for Zhuang Sen's presence, he would have already taken drastic measures and not let him live. He simply spread his hands, indicating that he was powerless to do anything.

"Sorry, Atlas does not provide after-sales service. Besides, isn't your new body better than the original one?"

I even specially used a living metal skeleton for you, genetically optimized and customized. It would make the Mechanicus extremely envious. You could even undergo Space Marine modifications without any damage. You ask what Zhuang Sen thinks?"

Zhuang Sen dared not utter a single word of dissent, after all, he had also been involved, and quickly advised, "I think it's great! Look how much younger you look, this is a good thing!"

"You know, Luther, you were too old for Space Marine modifications before, but now you've been put to the test right away. I can't lose you!"

These words enraged Luther, who trembled with rage and punched Zhuang Sen, causing the Dark Angels to gasp in anger.

"It's over, this must be Mordred's underhanded trick to seduce Father. That woman dared to lose her temper with Father, she deserves to die! Why wasn't it me? I also want to take care of Father!"

"Shut up. Instead of envying this, you should think about what we'll do after the Primarch returns. Does he really deserve to lead the First Legion? Will he settle scores with us? These are all unpredictable."

And that woman is the Primarch's foster mother. If you dare lay a finger on her, you'll suffer the same fate as Urian!

Astram's words sent a chill down Ramir's spine. He didn't know why he was so excited, and could only attribute it to the Primarch's power.

Because the incident happened so suddenly, when news of the Primarch's discovery reached the First Legion, only five hundred Space Marines arrived first, while the rest of the forces were rushing to the scene.

As soon as the 500 dark angels, led by Astlan, arrived, they immediately colluded with the 62.5 combat brothers and spontaneously formed an inner ring group.

Before they could even pay their respects to their father, they witnessed the Emperor brutally beating up the two Primarchs, and their own father carrying Mordred as he frantically fled inside the Abomination, waving a picture book in his hand.

Loyalty that is not absolute is absolutely disloyal. Unlike Atlas, who has already devoured loyalty like a snack, the Dark Angel values ​​honor above all else.

They wouldn't allow the Legion to have any stain on its reputation, not even on its own Primarch. They immediately pushed aside the Atlas who were eager to watch the drama unfold and sealed off the entire scene. "Ramir, the fact that Father was chased and beaten by His Majesty must not be revealed in the slightest. No matter what, the Primarch is of great importance to the Legion. Let us protect this secret!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Two large hands clasped tightly together, their eyes shining with determination, vowing to protect their father's honor within the inner circle.

In any other setting, this highly dramatic scene would certainly be worthy of being captured in a painting. The problem is, they're in Atlas's lair, still in line for food, and the dog-woman auntie acting as the cafeteria worker is feeling quite annoyed:
"Are you two going to eat or not? If not, go play somewhere else and don't bother the people behind you."

"Oh no! Ramir, she overheard our conversation. We must make her repent!"

Before Astlan, whose true nature was already beginning to show signs of madness, could finish speaking, the burly dog-woman aunt, whose arms were thicker than a human head and who was considered quite attractive among dog-people, punched him, causing him to vomit blood and fall to the ground.

"Dare to cause trouble? I think you don't want to live anymore. Hey kid over there, bring the tray over here."

When asked, Ramil didn't dare to make a move. He obediently lined up for food, and even got one for his good friend. Before leaving, he asked one more question:
"Ma'am, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a boatman. What, you want to chase me? You've got guts, young man! If you can beat me, I don't mind giving you a chance."

Ramir, then the chief instructor of the First Legion's new recruits, glanced at the other's imposing physique, which was even more robust than his own and tightly wrapped in black and white fur, and shuddered violently.

"Next time, next time, definitely! My brother coughed up blood, I won't bother him!"

This remark drew laughter from everyone, who exclaimed that Ramir was a loser, wasting his tall stature.

However, what they didn't know was that Zhuang Sen had also witnessed this scene. The Primarch's extraordinary hearing allowed him to know every detail without missing a single word.

But Johnson didn't find this objectionable; after all, he became the leader of the Knights through personality cult, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Compared to personality cults and cliques, the Lion King was more curious about how Mordred integrated into the Legion, which would surely provide him with some valuable experience.

"You ask me how I integrated into the legion?"

"Yes."

Looking at the curious Zhuang Sen, Mordred's mind flashed through countless images, from being bombarded to his rebellious son causing trouble everywhere, to spending his days in the cabin playing games and slacking off, and finally, the image of Goff hunched over his desk, engrossed in handling official business.

"It relies on understanding and tolerance, and of course, you also need a loyal and good helper."

"A good helper? That makes sense! But where can I find a loyal and good helper?"

Before they knew it, Mordred and Johnson's gazes began to move downwards, eventually settling on the blonde girl who was devouring a platter of braised Tyrannosaurus Rex meat.

"Luther, join me on the Great Crusade for life!"

(End of this chapter)