Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 92 Fire the cannons, aim at the Emperor.

Mordred reaffirmed one thing: soft education was simply not enough; physical education was the only option.

While the saying "No pain, no gain" makes no sense, it depends on who it's applied to. For an ordinary person, it's classic PUA, but for Coz, it's an immediate and effective method.

With a powerful flying kick, Coz instantly became obedient, no longer displaying his previous lazy and slacking-off attitude, and began to study more diligently than anyone else.

His previous complacency made him think that no matter how much he slacked off, Mordred wouldn't punish him, to the point that he became a little too arrogant.

"Second brother, I really want to rest!"

"Still taking a break? If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? Who told you to play around all year? If I don't see the plasma reactor all set up by tomorrow, you can sleep in the doghouse!"

When Koz got lazy, he tried to get away with acting cute and charming, but this time Mordred wasn't so easy to talk to. She slapped him twice on the butt, making him scream.

"The Eighth Legion will be here in three days. Aren't you worried, you bastard? Don't force me to hang you up like a dumpling in front of everyone for the ultimate humiliation, just like those bastards."

Upon hearing this, Kurtz immediately became obedient. The thought of being stripped naked and hung on a pillar for thousands to see made him so embarrassed that he could dig out a three-bedroom apartment.

That's right, Mordred's original punishment for those people was just to hang them up and give them a beating, but who would have thought that Rambo would discover a doll workshop on the lower deck of the Abomination.

Upon opening the inventory, good heavens! It was full of high-quality replica dolls made from the original genes, and what's even more infuriating is that some of them were his own.

Even if Mordred were in a complete daze, she would never have imagined that one day she would be turned into a sexy catgirl, right under her nose.

In other words, when they realized things were going badly, they handed over all the embezzled money; otherwise, every single one of them would have been exiled to Qatar to watch the big toads bar their teeth.

To make an example of others, at the foot of Noztramo's fel spire, these rebellious sons were stripped of their armor and hung there like dried meat, leaving only a loincloth to cover their bodies.

For some reason, Mordred found those pointy-eared bean sprouts quite appealing; he hoped it was just his imagination.

As for Koz, Mordred had given up on teaching him how to operate a business. He simply couldn't teach him that. It would be better to let him learn some technical skills, and someone would teach him eventually.

Anyway, Old Huang's skills are obvious to all. With the binding force of the gene seed, as long as Coz doesn't go crazy, it'll be fine.

As for the main account being ruined, it doesn't matter, Mordred has already started training new alt accounts.

"Your Highness, the latest mined fine gold deposits have been tallied."

The slender figure holding the data panel stood up, first glancing at Koz, who was struggling with the reactor, and then began to report the data to Mordred in a methodical manner.

People are afraid of comparison. The more you compare, the more the gap becomes. In just over half a month, Sevita showed amazing political talent and fighting spirit. And it wasn't just him. Mordred also discovered two more promising talents from this group of kids.

One is Karen. This little guy doesn't have any particularly outstanding qualities, but he's good in every way. What's most commendable is his character. He's as righteous as a classical knight, and he single-handedly raised the moral standards of the entire Norse planet.

The youngest one is named Shen. Although he is only eleven years old, he has already shown his extraordinary command ability. His only drawback is that he is a bit bad at fighting but addicted to it. His combat power is very weak, just like Gay Man.

These three were the SSRs Mordred drew, and they were also the initial team he had chosen for Koz. Together with Koz, the combatant and technical sergeant, they formed the first four of Nobita.

Mordred didn't waste the others either. After all, he had already wiped out 99% of Noztramo's population, leaving only little kids who were barely tall enough to be wheeled around, thus fundamentally solving the problem of low-quality soldiers for the future Night Lords.

According to Atlas's standards, these selected children will become Koz's black-clad inside guards, and will be taken directly to Macurag for further study.

As for Noztramo, that huge adamantite nugget, with so many minions mining it, the Eighth Legion can just guard it.

Watching his former friend, who used to call him "boss," transform into not only the leader of the kids but also receive praise from his second brother, Koz suddenly felt a pang of jealousy, but he could only vent his anger on the reactor.

Hearing the slightly chaotic clanging sound, Master Mo flicked Coz's head hard:
"Who taught you to assemble it like this? Get back to work properly. Look at Sevita, and then look at yourself. You've wasted your brains." Hearing this, Koz felt even more aggrieved, but fate is so strange; there will always be someone destined to be the white moonlight.

“Your Highness, Father is still very young. I think it’s appropriate for him to relax a bit. He has already worked very hard.”

"Yes, I've tried my best. It's impossible for me to build a reactor in half a day."

Seeing that Sevita spoke first, Karen and Shen also came over to plead with Mordred, which moved the useless Coz to tears. He secretly sighed that he had indeed made the right choice; Mordred was still the leader of the four.

"Good, good, you haven't even implanted the gene seed yet, and you're already starting to protect Koz. I'm very pleased!"

"But then again, Koz, why do you think it's impossible to build even the most basic Plasma Reactor No. 7 in half a day? I could do it before I returned to the Legion, even if I just sculpted it from scrap."

Although he was sharp-tongued, Mordred was quite pleased in his heart. After all, his little brother now had a friend of his own.

"Alright, you can learn slowly later. Maybe I was really pushing you too hard. Come on, I'll take you guys out for a good time. Koz, you pay."

"Why should I pay? The whole of Noztramo is mine. Besides, didn't you just beat me up because I went to the Eldar massage parlor? How can you just go whenever you want!"

Mordred didn't answer, but raised his fist and punched:

"Because I am the Imperial War General, my right to go to the massage parlor is unlimited!"

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“Macado, I am the Lord of Mankind, my right to swear is unlimited! Why should I apologize?”

Knowing the emperor would say that, the seal-bearer's blood pressure rose slightly, but since this was the idol he had chosen, he had to endure it with tears in his eyes.

“My lord, without Mordred there would be no Atlas. In the six months since he disappeared, Atlas has done nothing but sell those blasphemous dolls. The progress of the Great Crusade has been greatly slowed down. Are you awake now?”

"Besides, we're already in Noztramo. If you really don't want to come, who can force you?"

When asked about his sore spot, the big, golden man was speechless, his awkward posture exactly like Peturabo's, making Macado want to slap him with his cane.

"Consider this my request to Your Majesty."

“You said it yourself, I did nothing wrong! The only one who was wrong was Mordred.”

"Yes, yes, my lord, you are not wrong. Mordred will surely admit his mistake once he sees you. Let's go to the planet's surface first! The Eighth Legion has already made contact with Atlas."

Meanwhile, Mordred, who was bragging to the four little ones and enjoying their exclamations, frowned as he looked at the holographic image:
"Brian, take off the safety and give that big blond guy a shot."

"But Father, that's His Majesty, and the Seal Holder, Makado. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"I couldn't possibly make a mistake, the only one who's wrong is this bastard, get the guns out of here!"

What could Brian do but obey orders? However, he was also shrewd enough to choose the least powerful light spear, the same one they had used to bombard their own Primarch.

As the light spear array was calibrated, Brian, while secretly lamenting his impending doom, pressed the large red button.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I hope you are still alive."

(End of this chapter)