Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 11 The Second Legion Has No Secrets
In the abandoned city, Atlas's technical sergeants began to work busily, directing engineering machinery to dismantle the structure step by step and clear the surrounding area as much as possible without damaging the target.

Meanwhile, in other areas, Atlas's Space Marines were directing auxiliary forces to loot everything, taking away even scrap metal.

As for Mordred, surrounded by a group of canned goods, she was spreading the knowledge lost in the old night to her offspring.

"The big thing in front of us is called the AI, or rather, the central processing unit of the dark age of technology. It was created primarily to manage AI machines. As for why it's called that, I have no idea."

According to Emperor Narden, in that era of madness and greatness, the Federation of Humanity as a whole presented a pyramid structure.

At the very top is the golden man who controls everything, below him are the stone men who assist the golden man, and below the stone men is the Federation's most powerful Iron Man Legion.

Of these three, the Golden Man is the leader at the top, the Stone Man is the middle management, and the Iron Man is the executor.

Undoubtedly, humanity's strength during its dark age of technology can be attributed to the comprehensive application of intelligent AI. This allowed the human race's power to grow exponentially, ultimately making it a dominant force capable of challenging the Eldar empire.

"Then why has the once invincible Federation of Humanity become like this?" Goff asked, arriving from behind.

Mordred glanced at the progenitor, gestured for Goff to come closer, and then gave him a sharp rap on the head, denting his helmet.

"Good question, but next time wait until I finish speaking before asking! I hate it when people interrupt me. By the way, where was I?"

Seeing Goff's discomfiture, Company Commander Brian was secretly delighted and fawned over him, holding a glass of orange juice: "Father, you said that humans were the dominant species back then."

Mordred nodded, took the orange juice, and drank it down in one gulp; he loved drinking this sweet little beverage.

"That's right. Human technology at that time was incredibly advanced. Each Iron Man even had self-awareness. You can think of them as a new race, not mindless weapons in the conventional sense. They even had civil rights."

The term "civil rights" is a bit of a mouthful, but its general meaning is still understandable. Seeing his offspring lost in thought, Mordred quickly explained:

"Just think of it this way: the Golden Man is the Emperor, the Stone Man is the Primarch, and the Iron Man is you Space Marines."

Now everyone understood; they were at the very bottom of the hierarchy.

Mordred couldn't hide his thoughts about the offspring from him, and immediately slapped one of them, correcting him:

"Bullshit, Iron Men aren't the lowest level. At least they're considered valuable soldiers. Some people aren't even worth as much as property. Otherwise, why would it be called the Dark Age of Technology?"

The "intelligent brain" I'm referring to is the central controller for those robots that lack true self-awareness—the group of mechanical sentries we just fought.

At best, they can be considered civilian service robots, like armored servants. If they were truly intelligent mechs, our losses would not have been so small.

So we've struck gold! This thing is a super thinker, after all, it's an ancient relic. Even if it leaks a little something, it'll be enough for us to eat.

As for Goff's question, I don't know either. Anyway, the Federation of Humans is in turmoil. Some Ironmen have rebelled, some remain loyal, and various vassal races have turned against them. Ambitious individuals are rising up, and the entire Federation is in complete chaos.

Finally, boom!! A warp storm struck, turning each colony into an isolated island.

Everyone was delighted and praised the Emperor's foresight. No wonder the Empire's truth told the world to believe in science and to regard AI and aliens as the number one enemies.

Mordred didn't say much about it, thinking that it was really not the fault of those vassal races turning against them. Given the madness of humans in the dark age of technology, who knows if they would even consider their allies as human beings.

"Alright, alright, stop crowding around here. Let's see what good stuff is hidden in this big treasure chest."

Thanks to the diverse range of international students at Atlas, including a hulking expert specializing in hacking and slashing, and a tech whiz with both Iron Hand and Martian degrees, the device was restarted in just a few hours.

Although it is jokingly said that the Empire's technology relies on archaeology, it has fortunately inherited the mantle of the past, and operating this system from thousands of years ago is not difficult.

To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, four Poison Blade tanks were positioned around the open area, their cannons aimed at the AI.

Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened. With the energy pipelines physically connected, this creation, which had been dormant for countless years, began to operate.

[System self-check error: lost memory sector. Requesting main protocol. No. Reject protocol.] [Biometric detection module activated, scanning user identity... Unknown identity, retrieving recent usage records.]

[Instruction read...]

External module detected; data matching complete.

【The BT7274 Central Data Processing Terminal is at your service. Darley Technology, dedicated to creating a better life!】

Amidst the ruins, an emotionless electronic female voice rang out, and a cartoon figure in a uniform was projected holographically in front of Mordred.

Looking at the cartoon character in front of him, Mordred could guess that this was the virtual interaction module of the host, but compared to this, he was more concerned about who the previous user was, and how there were still old anime fans in that era.

"Tell me what exactly happened here, and what are you?"

“I am not a thing, I am a BT7274 data processing terminal, you can call me BT.”

"According to residual data, Tranquil Paradise CEO Iman Dahl showed no signs of life. Access has been locked. Outsider, you have no right to use company property."

"grass!"

Mordred didn't say anything, he simply shut down the machine physically and ordered his men to forcibly read the data.

Soon, several logs were deciphered, and through the files, Mordred roughly figured out what had happened.

As a natural Earth-like planet, Tranquility was acquired by a company called Dahl from the dark age of technology, who wanted to turn it into a planet-scale zoo.

To attract tourists and allow them to experience the most authentic exotic atmosphere, Ningjing has not been overdeveloped. Instead, while preserving the native species, it has introduced many foreign species.

The strange things Mordred encountered before were things that Dahl Corporation imported from several death worlds to enhance their entertainment value.

As for why the robots kill humans, it's not really about an Iron Man rebellion. After all, the Iron Man rebellion was over, and nobody cared about this godforsaken place anymore.

The reason for this is actually due to subspace storms.

Since Tranquility had always been used as an amusement park, all supplies were supplied from outside. After becoming an isolated island, the so-called company employee immediately implemented a planned allocation, sealing off the nest city in an attempt to await rescue.

Before the employee died, the plan was handed over to an AI called BT for management, since machines are more impartial than humans.

Logically, this decision was fine; it should have been able to weather the storm. But who knew that the warp storm would last for thousands of years, with famine, plague, and all sorts of problems emerging one after another, ultimately leading to a complete riot.

In their struggle for the few remaining survival supplies, the people in the hive were fighting tooth and nail, but then the most infuriating thing happened.

Humanity, on the verge of extinction, wants to go out and make a living, to see the outside world, but the AI ​​will not allow it; you must stay in the hive and wait for federal rescue.

Finally, driven to desperation, the survivors chose to self-destruct, using a high-energy pulse triggered by a nuclear bomb to paralyze the mainframe, achieving a colossal destruction that shattered the nest into countless pieces. Only a very small number of survivors escaped this prison.

However, the area was no longer suitable for survival, and the survivors began to migrate. After many near-death experiences, they finally broke out of the jungle and arrived at the Green Grassland.

After reading this somewhat absurd historical record, Mordred was speechless. No wonder there were so few humans on Tranquility. While the cannibals Oglin were enjoying their peaceful lives, the people on another continent were playing battle royale.

However, what did this have to do with him? As the data was gradually deciphered, various biological modifications and mechanical blueprints were collected one by one.

Just as Mordred was about to delve deeper to see what other good stuff was in the database, a communication suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Father, it's terrible! The Martian Mechanicus has arrived, and it's a great sage among them!"

Great sage?
Mordred knew better than anyone what kind of person the oil guy was, so he immediately ordered his men to seal off the site, not letting a single fly in, while he himself was going to meet this so-called great sage, making sure no one else knew he had dug up something good.

After all—the Second Legion has no secrets!
(End of this chapter)