Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 90: Coates' grades were not ideal.

Leman Russ, a heavily armored vehicle that has been highly praised since its inception.

Just like its name suggests, this tank, which was first discovered and popularized by the Wolf King, swept across the Empire as soon as it was introduced, thanks to its many advantages, such as durability, low cost, and ease of maintenance and modification.

You can see it on any recruitment poster, and it even became a symbol of the Imperial soldiers, affectionately known as the Li Tou Che.

However, no matter how good the product is, apart from the casting sages who are in charge of manufacturing and production, no one would be so bored as to investigate the specific parameters of Lemanrus.

But as tonight passes, the specific parameters of Lemanus will be forever etched in the hearts of every surviving Noztramoman, especially the diameter of the road wheels.

Out of meticulousness, Brian even gathered all Lemanrus models for alignment, and only after ensuring accuracy did he send the command to the internal communications of all Atlas units.

2000 Atlas, 1700 Spartan warriors, 23 mortal support troops wearing powered exoskeletons, plus heavy infantry squads composed of canines and Euglins.

This allowed the people of Noztramo to experience firsthand the true brilliance of managerial democracy.

Because there were simply too many people to be executed, Atlas began to process them in a concentrated manner in order not to waste explosives.

Those who were strong and healthy were taken out to be machine servants, while those who did not meet the standards were burned in groups to extract their souls, using the flames to purify this sinful land and making a significant contribution to air pollution.

Don't think Mordred's behavior is inhumane. The entire Nostramor is rotten to the core. Those few maids who only stole some food before are already saints, one in a million on this planet.

Thanks to the relatively advanced technology of Norstar and the household registration system that exploits everyone to death by the Lord of the Nest City, Icarus can perfectly filter out those who do not deserve to die through the network.

The problem is, after screening everyone, finding 100,000 out of 100 million people is considered extremely lucky. So what can Mordred do? Only kill!

More and more fel furnaces rose from the ground, and for the first time, the Norse no longer had to fear the eternal night; the sky was bathed in a vibrant green light.

Even in the Sea of ​​Souls, a fel star lit up in the direction corresponding to Noztramer, terrifying all warp creatures that drifted there.

"Isn't this a bit too extreme?"

“Extreme? You must be joking! This is solving the problem at its root. As long as everyone is killed, those who remain are all good people. This is Mordred’s justice!”

Still in that Nest City No. 5, after six months of nutritional supplementation, Koz has gradually shed his emaciated appearance. Apart from still being thin, his face now has a healthy rosy complexion.

He no longer speaks in two-word phrases like before; he can now communicate normally.

Perhaps realizing that he wouldn't be harmed, Koz clung to Mordred, following her wherever she went, earning him unanimous praise from all of Atlas.

But compared to his appearance, the biggest change is in Koz's mindset. Since he no longer has to live the miserable life of not knowing where his next meal is coming from, in the atmosphere of Atlas where everyone is silly, the prophecy can't torment Koz at all.

The only downside is that he is influenced by his surroundings, and Koz has begun to show signs of being lazy and complacent, with his favorite thing to do every day being to hang out with the dog-men.

"Second brother, if you do this, where will I recruit soldiers when I take over the legion? Right now, the factory is full of machine servants."

"Don't worry, don't you trust my amazing wisdom? As the saying goes, a short pain is worse than a long one, so we must lay a solid foundation."

Taking the nuts that Kurtz had peeled for him, Mordred felt no remorse for exploiting child labor; she only took it for granted.

Through this knowledge-sharing, Koz crammed on Imperial common sense, at least enough to prevent his Primarch-level super brain from becoming useless, and he understood the current state of the Empire and his various rights as a Primarch.

Mordred scooped up Koz and rubbed his incredibly cute little face, making strange noises as he began his daily madness.

"My little Koz, how adorable you are! You're only one year old and you're already leading a legion? That's way too early for you."

Do you know that a cute little thing like you would be eaten alive if left outside? How could I bear to let you suffer such humiliation?

"So you're in a good mood, aren't you? How's your learning from the Great Sage? Hurry up and finish this practice test, then we can talk about the Legion!"

Upon seeing the sudden stack of test papers, Coz's smile vanished instantly. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't wrestle Mordred's large hand and was forced to sit in the chair to do his homework.

The principle of teaching according to aptitude is true. A little kid like Coz, who can cry for a long time after being punched, is not suitable for the high-intensity Titan training method. It would be better to do some tests to expand his super intelligence.

While the unlucky kid was doing his test, Mordred took out his data panel and began to look through the Eighth Legion's information.

Koz is right. He will return to the Legion one day. Rather than hiding him, it's better to let him see the world sooner rather than later.

Since the Primarch had not yet returned, the Eighth Legion was currently led by a company commander and acting legion commander named Solsahar, a Terran.

According to Tom, a veteran who had been in the Eighth Legion for over thirty years, the Thors were quite nice. They were Terran veterans who had participated in the unification war, and they were conscripted for stealing the European war general.

In fact, back in the era before the Thunder Warriors disappeared, the standards for becoming an Imperial soldier were incredibly low, just like the recruitment standards of the troublemaker with the eagle.

With that level of warfare intensity, you could die the very next day. Everyone is a expendable resource. It's only because we're taking bigger steps now that we have the opportunity to select the best of the best.

A hundred years ago, terrifying legends circulated on Terra about a giant golden man and a shepherd kidnapping children; it was actually the weasel and Orpeson themselves who were abducting people. The Terra veterans who have survived to this day are all, without exception, skilled in ruthless combat, and precisely because of this, they are also a group of proud and fierce warriors.

Mordred knew Tom's character better than anyone, and the entire Eighth Company was full of troublemakers; anyone who could connect with him was no better.

Even if Mordred was unwilling to admit it, he knew that his offspring were all a bunch of idiots. While the whole group was turning into idiots, the problems that had arisen in other legions had not even surfaced.

But the Eighth Legion is different!

It's important to understand that while the intensity of warfare was high during the 30k era, it wasn't as insane as it would be in later years. Although every legion had its share of scandals and secrets, only the Eighth Legion consistently engaged in large-scale massacres.

Mordred wasn't sure if the Emperor was deliberately condoning it, but as far as he knew, the Eighth Legion had been doing dirty work, its reputation was getting worse, and its people were getting poorer.

All the legions believe that these thugs do not deserve honor, and that they can only scavenge scraps. To this day, even the Cult of Mechanics is unwilling to pay them any attention.

The nearly 4 Legion soldiers, upon encountering their one-year-old Primarch father, were bound to be loyal. After all, the Geneseed was like an aphrodisiac, something that ordinary people simply couldn't resist.

Mordred glanced at Zhang Yukoz, who was hunched over his desk, having only gotten three out of ten questions right, and could already imagine the amusement that was about to unfold.

The little ones can't compete with them at all. Those crazy guys from the Eighth Legion who kill and set fires every day and skin people alive for fun will definitely corrupt the kids.

"Koz, if only you were a strong and tough guy like me, I wouldn't have to worry about you. Grow up quickly, everything will be alright once you're grown up!"

"So, when I grow up, will I no longer have to do test papers?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred gave Koz a sharp rap on the head, thinking to himself, "You idiot, why aren't you doing your test? If you don't use your brain, you're going to be a mess."

"Dream on! What makes me, your second brother, a war commander? It's all because of my abilities, hard work, and sweat. There's no point in saying more. If you don't finish these papers today, don't even think about eating."

"There's one more thing. I remember I put you in charge of the orphanage. How did you do?"

After six months of careful instruction, Mordred finally realized that Coz was good at everything except for his brain; after all, not everyone is a great inventor like Peturabo.

But you need to know how to recognize and utilize talent, and build your own trusted confidants.

When his second brother asked him this, Koz hurriedly threw the test paper into the corner, but Rambo, who was sleeping in the corner, ignored him and instead stuffed a few blank test papers into the corner.

"..."

Mordred had given up hope of bribing even the easiest target, Rambo.

"Koz, you could at least give Rambo a piece of meat. Besides, I'm not blind. Rambo's handwriting is better than your scrawled mess. I put you in charge of the orphanage to train your cronies. Do you even understand that?"

Koz nodded quickly, saying that he personally went to the orphanage every day to lead the people in distributing food, and they all recognized him as their leader. He had even made a good friend!
Hearing this, Mordred smiled like a proud father, finally finding something that met his standards.

"That's right. Making more friends will help you stay calm and not be misled by those prophecies. What's that person's name?"

“Sevita, but I prefer to call him Se!”

To prove his point, Coz produced a photograph of a group of children about his height gathered together, with Sevita closest to him.

Although Koz claimed to be the leader of the group of kids, Mordred couldn't help but think that the real leader was the kid king named Sevita.

"You got lucky. Be nicer to them next time."
They are just the right age to undergo Space Marine modification surgery and become your first wave of trusted men.

But then again, Koz, would you mind if I found you a foster mother?

"Ah this!"

Upon hearing this, Koz froze on the spot, countless images flashing through his eyes. Among those bizarre humanoid creatures, not one could satisfy him.

"No way, I'm still your brother. It's not right for me to call you 'Dad' in front of so many people."

Upon hearing this, Mordred was so angry that he slapped him across the face. He wasn't some weasel that gave birth to more than 20 piglets at a time; wasn't this cursing him to sit on the toilet?

"What I mean is finding you a foster mother, that's you! Not a wife for me. I'm not some dog donkey like Neos. Your imagination is running wild."

"But I don't want an adoptive mother to take care of me. I'd rather spend that time going to a Spirit Clan masseur for a massage."

"What?" Mordred was shocked. He suddenly realized something: Koz had gone astray.

"Brian, where are you? Get out here right now!"

(End of this chapter)