Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 96 You're only thinking about yourself, Kiri Mambo.

At the banquet, dignitaries dressed in traditional Macurag attire moved about, discussing cooperation with officials who had accompanied the fleet.

After all, it is an ambitious Macurag with a very strong political atmosphere. Not only is the art style similar to Space Rome, but the people here are also quite stereotypical.

Not only do they have to vote on everything, but there are also all sorts of parliamentary organizations, big and small. Only Guilliman, this old Macurag, thinks it's normal.

"It's a pity you didn't get to see the Imperial War General. I'm a big fan of his! If it weren't for the War General's selection of troops back then, I wouldn't have become the clan chief."

The young ronin chieftain's casual remark attracted the attention of many Macragge locals, who were all eager to learn more about this prince whose reputation was so polarized.

Logically speaking, with so many reporters waiting around, the news of the three former athletes meeting should have been on the front page long ago.

But for some reason, all the reporters had lost their memories of that day. It was obvious that someone had tampered with it, but no one knew why.

It couldn't be that the Warmaster beat up their Primarch and then covered it up to protect his reputation, could it? That's impossible!
“Hey kid from Ningjing, tell me what your connection is with Zhan Shuai.”

“Then the history is quite long.” The young clan chief gestured for everyone to move closer and recalled, “I remember it was a night fifteen years ago.”

His Highness Mordred summoned all the merchant families, and even Princess Alpha attended the banquet, granting us the qualification to join the Great Legion.

For us, joining the Great Expedition is an immense honor. His Highness even gave us two opportunities: becoming Atlas would be the luckiest, and if not, we could become Spartan warriors. And that's how I became chieftain.”

Glancing at this somewhat thin outsider, the veteran councilor could never believe that he was the Emperor's Death Angel. This skinny little monkey could only bully old men like him at best.

"So you mean you became a Spartan warrior?"

"How could that be!" The young clan chief immediately denied it, pulling a family photo from his shirt pocket and placing it in front of everyone. Pointing to the group of large men in the photo, he explained:
"I was able to become the chieftain entirely because all my brothers and sisters were recruited. My older brother became a Space Marine, and my four older sisters and two younger brothers became Spartans. My father had no choice but to pass the chieftainship to me."

"As for the information you want to know, I can only say that the War General is a very approachable prince. As long as you behave yourself, you can even ask the prince for preferential treatment."

So, after all that, do you want our Ningjing 50th Anniversary specialty plasma cannon? Buy more and get a discount, plus a free free-range chicken from the grasslands! This offer ends soon!

They thought they could get some valuable information, but it turned out this guy was just a salesman. There was a chorus of boos. Only the Minister of Agriculture came over and expressed his interest in importing poultry.

This scenario is not an isolated case; everyone who came with Atlas is working hard to promote their products, hoping to tap into the blue ocean market and contribute to Super Tranquility.

On the other hand, the situation was not so harmonious among the Primarchs who were attending a private dinner party!
Looking at the two scoundrels flanking his mother, Guilliman was furious, but any agitation would aggravate his wounds, so he could only vent his anger on the food, tearing at the giant chicken leg in his hand.

"Are you two being funny? That's my mother, I'm the biological daughter!"

"You're not my biological child, but actually, Radish, you're adopted by me."

Mrs. Euton's words were a direct blow, leaving Guilliman furious and powerless. But the thought of being pinned to the ground and beaten by these two inhuman people made him shrink back, only able to console himself with the idea that his mother was looking out for the bigger picture. This scene greatly excited Mordred and Kurtz, who moved closer to their godmother, saying things like, "We're just here to integrate into this family, Mother, please don't scold Guilliman; he's just young and doesn't know any better."

As a seasoned politician, Ewton could easily see that the two were deliberately trying to provoke Guilliman, but Ewton wasn't some old fogey; she also wanted to tease her son.

Besides, who wouldn't love two adorable little Primarchs?
Do you really think the Emperor's character creation skills were for nothing? Every single Primarch is exceptionally good-looking, even Horus, whose hairline is already receding, is still a handsome guy.

After all, first impressions are always based on appearance, regardless of the era. Even in the Empire's assessment of demi-humans, appearance is an extremely important factor.

If someone looks like an ancient god, they're not even qualified to be a demi-human. We'll squeeze out all their value, eat what's edible, and destroy what's inedible. And if they dare to claim kinship with our empire, we'll smash their hoods off.

"Alright, alright, you're all brothers. It's my honor to have two more outstanding kids like you. Radish, you must treat your older brother well."

"What? I was here first, so why are they the older brothers? I don't accept this!"

"Then you fight them both, and whoever wins will be the elder brother."

Guilliman was speechless once again, silenced by a single sentence. If he could beat him, would he need to be in such a state of impotent rage? The problem was, he couldn't.

Mordred is both cunning and savage, and Koz is both savage and cunning. When they were ganged up on before, Koz especially liked to sneak up from behind and was as agile as a mouse.

"Fine, I won't stoop to their level. What exactly is your purpose in coming here this time, and why were you late twice, Mordred? Explain yourself clearly."

Knowing he was in the wrong, Mordred didn't stir up trouble. Instead, he recounted his experiences over the past year. When he heard that Atlas had wiped out 99 percent of the population of Norseman, Guilliman cursed him as a tyrant and also reprimanded Koz for aiding and abetting evil.

"You clearly have the ability to help them turn over a new leaf, so why don't you treat them kindly?"

Before Mordred could even speak, Coz launched into a tirade, pointing at Guilliman's nose and yelling:

"Because they deserve to die!"

Unlike Mordred, who was pretending to be young, the one-year-old Coz retained a more primitive and simple sense of good and evil from the beginning. Coupled with his prophetic abilities, no one knew better than him what kind of people were on Noztramo.

“Guilliman, I don’t know what your home planet is like, but on my home planet, cannibalism is just the basis of survival. What gives you the right to act so high and mighty and criticize our behavior? Do you think you are a god?”
If there truly is an omnipotent god, then why does a hellish place like Noztramo exist? All you think about is yourself!

There's no point in talking when you don't see eye to eye. Coates does like Mrs. Euton; he can see no sin in this great mother. But he hates his brother who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Seeing Coz leave the room alone, Yoton immediately chased after him, leaving Mordred and Guilliman staring at each other.

"Tsk, Kirimanbo, now I know why all the brothers dislike you!"

(End of this chapter)