Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 93 This is the last time.

My name is Thor Sahar, and I am the commander of the Eighth Legion. By order of the Warmaster, I led the Eighth Legion on a month-long march and finally arrived at the hive world called Noztramo.

I felt a sense of familiarity with this world hidden in an unknown cosmic region, and I wasn't the only one who felt this way; almost all the soldiers in the legion thought so too.

Although they prefer the night, this lush green planet is quite nice. Since arriving here, they have become much more cheerful and their mood has improved.

Hehe ~
According to the Warmaster, their Primarch has been identified, and the Legion is being summoned to bring the Primarch back.

This news caused a huge uproar within the legion, further increasing the already impoverished and neglected Eighth Legion's favor towards Prince Mordred, making them as popular as Prince Horus.

What's even more exciting is that the Emperor actually chose to come with them, a privilege the Eighth Legion had never experienced in their lives.

The soldiers were all talking about how this must be good luck brought to them by the Primarch; the Eighth Legion's fortunes had finally turned around.

So much so that when carrying out the war commander's orders, they did not adopt their usual style of randomly choosing a world to carry out a massacre and create refugees, but instead carefully selected and dispatched traveling merchants and wandering warriors.

It's okay to waste a little time, after all, the warlord has given orders, and Atlas is the only cousin willing to aid the Eighth Legion. Who says they don't understand human relationships? They're shrewd.

Hehe, wiping the drool from his mouth, Thor thought it was probably due to the long warp travel, which was perfectly normal. He just didn't know why there was a group of big guys wearing very little clothing hanging on the pillar over there.

Space Marines, canines, Eldar, and now a Great Sage? Thor didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a special welcoming ceremony by Atlas; they also liked to skin people and hang their skins as souvenirs.

"Hey, isn't that Tom the bastard hanging there? I never thought he'd get what's coming to him. He deserves it for stealing my power claw."

With an even higher mood, Thor stood at attention. He had already seen the Emperor descend, with the Marksman beside him. He absolutely could not tarnish the Legion's reputation.

But this good mood didn't last long. As the scorching spear of light descended from the sky and slammed into the head of the Lord of Man, Thor knew that his life might be over.

Especially when he saw Mordred teleport in with the light spear bombardment and stab the Emperor in the butt, Thor knew that he was not only finished, but also very likely to become an accomplice.

"Quickly, save His Majesty! This is a rebellion! The War General has rebelled!"

Before Thor could finish speaking, he was slapped to the ground, and the crisp sound of an Atlas bomb being chambered rang in his ears.
"Shut up! If you were really rebelling, I would have wiped you all out long ago. You weasel over there, you like to play dead, don't you? If you like to play dead, then stay there!"

Watching Atlas go about his business as if nothing was wrong and he didn't care about the Emperor's safety, the Space Marines of the Eighth Legion didn't dare to move and could only look at the Handprinter who had suddenly appeared next to them.

A daring idea suddenly popped into Thor's mind. Thor didn't know why, but ever since arriving on this green planet, some disrespectful thoughts kept popping into his head:
"Could it be that the one who holds the seal is in cahoots with the War General? Does that mean I've become a loyal subject who has followed the emperor?"

No one knows why Thor had such thoughts, but he made a mistake by accidentally saying it out loud, which resulted in him being hit by the Cane Alien's chaotic cloak and staff technique and having his left leg broken.

"Pah, serves you right for being so talkative. You've gone crazy from absorbing evil spirits, haven't you?"

Having faced the Primarch's fierce battles and Macardo's club, Thor can now boast about it; at least his health bar is incredibly thick, comparable to the Kobolds Chosen, Cain.

Just as Thor was about to get up, he was helped up by a pair of small, childlike hands. All the soldiers of the Eighth Legion turned to look at the short figure surrounded by three boys.

Here, have a piece of candy.

"Father, Father, are you my father?"

Thor was overjoyed when Koz helped him up. He struggled to control his trembling hands and caught the orange-flavored hard candy.

[Damn it, that damned Thor got his father's gift first! He deserves to die!]

Having rehearsed multiple times beforehand, Koz was not intimidated. After helping Thor to the right position, he led his friends to the high platform and stood in front of Mordred and the Marksman, Macado.

At this moment, the Space Marines of the Eighth Legion finally saw their Primarch's appearance clearly and began to discuss it frantically in their internal communications. "My God, how come Father is so small?"

[What's wrong with being small? Good things come in small packages. This is clearly the original form that hasn't fully grown up yet. We already have our own genetic originals.]

[Yes, yes, smaller is better, our Primarch is so cute! I really want to hug him...]

Perhaps due to the excessively high concentration of fel energy, the Eighth Legion members, who were not wearing helmets, inevitably inhaled the fel energy fumes. In addition, Mordred, the biggest source of fel energy pollution, deliberately caused this, and they were directly infected with the Sand Sculpture Virus and have already started to enjoy themselves.

Time passed second by second, and Koz finally saw the big, golden man lying on the ground pretending to be dead. He already knew that this was his father, but all he saw was a blinding golden light mixed with darkness.

"Soldiers of the Eighth Legion, my name is Conrad Coz, the Primarch of the Empire, and your father. I never imagined I would have forty thousand offspring, nor did I ever expect to meet you so soon."

But I will remember each and every one of your names and fulfill my duties as a father, instead of using you as bloodstained tools for slaughter.

I have returned. Midnight is approaching. I will lead you to victory after victory. We are of one mind and will never betray each other. We are the Lords of Midnight!

And will you always be by my side?

Koz was indeed corrupted by Atlas, and taking advantage of his age, he launched a shameful seductive attack, his eyes sparkling as he gazed longingly at the Midnight Lord below.

Under this overwhelming and irresistible onslaught, every one of the Midnight Lords was preoccupied with their one-year-old father.

"Croak~ Father, we love you so much!"

"Hail, Lord of the Night!"

"Damn, I have to start right away..."

Perhaps feeling that continuing to play dead was too embarrassing, the big golden guy teleported to the high platform in an instant, just to have some sense of participation.

He simply lifted Koz up by the head, making him act as part of the atmosphere group, just like the human-machine interface, so that he wouldn't feel so awkward.

But as soon as the return ceremony ended, that shameless Emperor ran backstage and grabbed Mordred's leg, making Macado shake his head repeatedly.

"Mordred, I can't live without you!"

"Get lost, you bastard! You still have the nerve to talk back? You dare to do it but not admit it, huh? I trusted you so much, and how did you treat me? You were spying on me!"

The more arrogant he was before, the more humble he became now, clinging to the big, blond guy who wouldn't let go, and for the first time, he even started using his supposedly nonexistent emotional intelligence:

"Son, you promised to team up with me for the Great Expedition for life, please help me!"

When their eyes met, Mordred saw the truth hidden beneath the psionic suit: there was no omnipotent human lord, only a slightly weary middle-aged man with pleading eyes.

"But why are you doing this? Why are you spying on me?"

"Because you are my proudest offspring, I don't want to lose you one day!"

The sudden straight kick left Mordred a little dizzy. He didn't know if it was a lie, but he still kicked the Emperor in the backside:
"Damn, I must have owed you something in my past life. This is the last time."

　Woof woof woof,

　　
　
(End of this chapter)