Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 98 Nukelia's Plea for Help
If you were to ask which Primarch's homeworld was the most troublesome, Angron would definitely be on the list, since nobody knows what kind of black technology that anesthetic was.

If we manage to knock out the big golden guy, then forget about the Great Expedition; every single one of them will be captured and enslaved.

Nukelia, an ordinary world located in the extreme star field, is extraordinary in every way except for its ordinary name.

Take Tranquility as an example. What makes Tranquility special is that it was used as a wildlife park by humans in the dark age of technology. All sorts of bizarre species were stuffed into it. When there was no room left, they would throw in two Oglins to live like savages.

Although it didn't completely copy the neighboring Catachan, it had all the dangerous species it should have, and even a One-Punch Super Mushroom that was suspected to be a failed experiment of the Ancient Ones. The only thing it lacked was the planet's autonomous consciousness.

But a world like Ningjing is at most cruel; if you die, you die. In fact, as long as you don't do anything reckless and you are familiar with the habits of living beings, it can be a pretty good world.

After all, it's a zoo. If the environment isn't good, no one will come. It's much better than Fenris, the Nordic amusement park.

However, Nukelia, which is also a theme park, is different. This awful place is similar to Noztramo, and it is entirely a man-made disaster.

What is man-made disaster? It refers to the group of slave owners who possessed advanced technology and weapons. Nukelia is full of bloodthirsty lunatics, and every ruler of the state enjoys playing gladiatorial games.

It sounds like nothing special, but let me ask you this: is there any way out after you're thrown into the arena? Absolutely not!
This is similar to the Eldar's corruption. The more they play, the higher their threshold becomes. Once they are slaves, they will be slaves for life. They are no longer even human, but merely playthings to please bloodthirsty audiences.

Moreover, this godforsaken place is full of advanced technology, even more advanced than the technology Mordred figured out. In particular, the terrifying device called Butcher's Nail has turned Angron, who was supposed to be a psychologist, into a wet nail that can only shout "I'm going to kill you!"

The perfectly good, warm-hearted doctor is now useless. If Angron hadn't had any problems, and he had been there adjusting the Primarch, the Emperor could have worked himself to the bone without any issues.

"Oh, right, there's also that good-for-nothing Xiao Ma. He's a problem child too. If you see him in the future, just slap him. You can't go wrong with that."

Who is Xiao Ma?

After listening to the story, Guilliman realized his blind spot. To be honest, he quite enjoyed listening to stories, but none of his brothers liked him. The one who didn't mind was Mordred, an abstract chatterbox.

"My Pony's real name is Magnus, also known as Magic Pony, nicknamed Little Pony. As for his formal name, just call him Sunburn Oglin, and you'll be able to tell the difference at a glance."

He'll probably be back soon. I'm definitely going to beat the crap out of his head when he gets back."

"So our most important task now is to find Nukelia. Once we find this world, our brothers will be saved."

And the sooner the better, otherwise once the nails are in place, the kobolds will smell them and come over, and that idiot is the worst kind of person to lose.

Guilliman was convinced of this, after all, in his view, Mordred, though unreliable, was still an Imperial Warmaster and must have been told this information by the Emperor.

"But the problem is, where exactly is Nukelia? I have no idea!"

Mordred suddenly realized a problem: it was still early in the Great Crusade, and Nukelia might be hiding somewhere.

Now that things have come to this, what can Mordred do? He can only ask Guilliman to keep an eye on things, lest Nukelia end up being under the control of the Ultramarines without even realizing it.

It's actually quite hellish to think about. Nukelia is nominally within the 500 worlds of Alteramar, but Guilliman had no idea that there was a brother being tortured up there, and in the end, he regretted it to death.

According to the Ultramarines, they saw Kurtz taking a walk with Eudon, which made Guilliman feel much more relaxed. He decided to send Kurtz a gift in a few days to ease the tension between them.

As for now, he is still more interested in cooperating with Atlas, and the mere mention of it makes him angry.

"Those damn Terra Council, I don't know why they're so hostile to us Ultramarines, making those opportunists from the Cult of Mechanics say I'm ambitious. If I find out why, I'll make them pay the price."

"Hey? Bro, why are you all sweaty? The air conditioning isn't broken!" "Ah, I guess I'm just too excited. It's rare to meet a brother as normal as you. I'm so happy!"

Of course, Mordred, feeling guilty, wouldn't tell the truth. This secret had to remain hidden, and he would have to change his identity in the future.

Mordred made a casual remark, but Guilliman took it seriously, which changed his impression of Atlas considerably. Especially after Mordred proposed sharing technology, he secretly admired his brother's kindness and thought he was a man worthy of becoming a Warmaster.

Soon, Atlas's liaisons approached the Ultramarines to discuss cooperation. However, to everyone's surprise, when the two sides met face to face, they found that they were all old acquaintances.

In particular, Eikos, one of the four heroes, was a veteran of the Second Company and served as Goff's company adjutant.

Looking at Goff, who was quite handsome and bore a striking resemblance to himself, Guilliman strongly suspected that this was his offspring. Only Ekos himself looked embarrassed.

"Company Commander, weren't you all killed in action? Do you know how it felt when I woke up to find that there were only 17 men left in the entire Second Company, and the gene seed had also vanished without a trace."

Forty-five years, do you know how I've survived them?

Goff was speechless. He had indeed served as the second company commander in the Ultramarines for nearly thirty years, but who could have predicted that his Primarch would return? Otherwise, he would have risen to the rank of Legion Commander by now.

He could only fake his death to escape and run away with the bucket, but at least he remembered their past relationship and didn't steal anything valuable, he just took some unwanted gene seeds.

Since they were all acquaintances, things would be much easier. Anyway, Goff was thick-skinned enough and had the ability to fool people, so he quickly made up an excuse.

They said Atlas was the Emperor's eyes and ears, there to ensure the legion's normal operations, but I felt guilty and speechless in front of my brothers in arms, so I could only leave quietly.

The gene seeds had all mutated, and in order to protect the reputation of the Ultramarines, they had no choice but to take them with them when they left.

"Eikos, I personally promoted you, and I'm so proud of you to have achieved so much!"

"Company commander!"

"brother!"

Seeing this touching scene, Guilliman couldn't help but applaud. He had heard from the veterans of the Legion that Atlas had been completely dismantled and incorporated into other Legions since its founding.

It all makes sense now. So this is the truth. No wonder Mordred became the Warmaster; it was all preordained.

"Brother is truly amazing, truly amazing!"

What could Mordred say? She could only swallow her anger. If others knew Atlas's ultimate secret, everything would be over.

To cover up one secret, you need more secrets to cover it up. Anyway, it's better than someone spreading rumors that Mordred is the illegitimate son of four peddlers. At least the head of the Embroidered Uniform Guard is a person.

Just when everything was going well, and Guilliman agreed to donate his original blood as a backup, a distress call suddenly arrived in Macragge. The entire call contained only one coordinate and two completely opposite sentences.

“I am Sergeant Ionid Hill of the 135th Company. We have discovered a Primarch in a world called Nukelia. Requesting support.”

"This is a trap! Don't come any closer! This place is teeming with monsters! Request the extermination order! For The Emperor!"

(End of this chapter)