Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 13 is hilarious, the prison is huge!
It has been two and a half years since Mordred returned to the Legion.

During these two and a half years, Atlas did not rush to show off like other Primarchs who had just returned to the Legion. Instead, he began a frenzy of infrastructure construction.

Every day, they beat the dust until it flies everywhere, almost to the point of foaming.

Thanks to the special tax-free policy enjoyed by the Tranquil World, all the traveling merchants and wanderers from the surrounding area were attracted to the Tranquil World, preparing to make a living by the side of the Second Prince of the Human Empire, especially small merchant groups.

For the wandering merchant, the peaceful world is now a highly sought-after commodity. While other Primarchs are on the front lines fighting the Xenomorphs, Mordred, the Primarch who stays at home, is all the more precious.

Mordred reciprocated, knowing what these traveling merchants wanted, and every now and then he would issue a trade license and personally hand it to them, giving them ample face.

Whenever Mordred conducts the handover ceremony, he always activates his charm to the maximum and says with his signature innocent smile, "You are the real heroes."

No matter what their purpose is, once they fall for this combo, they'll be kneeling and weeping in repentance one second, and swearing allegiance and shouting gratitude the next. No one can escape their trap.

Many powerful ronin families even spend a fortune to invite Mordred to a meal so they can get a close look at this angel who walks among men.

Thanks to the special service of dining with people, the Second Legion obtained a large amount of foreign exchange. Combined with the supplies sent by Makado, the framework of the Starport was completed and officially put into operation in less than three years.

Massive amounts of supplies were transferred through the Tranquil World Sector and transported to the front lines of the Great Expedition, including some Space Marine ships that had returned for rest and refitting.

Whenever these warriors rest in the tranquil world, Atlas’s giant cans will pop out from every corner you can imagine to show off their Primarch father to their cousins.

At this moment, Mordred will immediately appear and use his increasingly sophisticated deception skills to trick people into going to Tranquil Place to be burned.

Most Space Marines wouldn't refuse such an activity; after all, they had nothing better to do than develop a personal hobby.

Moreover, this effort wasn't in vain. Due to Mordred's simple philosophy, he believed that labor should be rewarded. Every time his nephews and nieces left, he would pack them a batch of ammunition, as well as some local specialties from Ningjing that he deliberately sent out.

For example, there are dinosaurs that Space Marines can ride, chickens as big as Dreadnoughts that can peck through terrazzo plates but lay eggs and have extremely delicious meat, and even the most precious man-eating bee honey...

Mordred wanted to test whether these things had any development value, and perhaps they could become a pillar industry for the local people in the future.

As for why the Second Legion had so much ammunition, that's thanks to their genetic seeds.

Due to Mordred's high-dimensional nature, although the Second Legion is small in number and has an extremely low seed compatibility rate, they have inherited some of Mordred's abilities.

According to the elders of the Legion, when the Second Legion was traveling in the Warp, the Warp creatures they encountered reacted to them in a strange way, with a bizarre feeling of curiosity mixed with disgust.

It's like seeing a pile of poop disguised as chocolate, trying to trick these warp folks into eating it.

Therefore, after discovering that these big cousins ​​could always fly to the target location within the specified time, all the other legions, without exception, chose to let them clean up the battlefield and handle logistics. This is also why the Second Legion has never been discovered stealing things.

After all, you're making a mouse guard your granary, and you don't even know how much it eats or how much it wants, so consider it a reward for its hard work.

Leveraging this unique advantage, Atlas started a delivery service, and nearly half of his men were sent out by Mordred.

During this period, the peaceful natives experienced changes almost daily. With their vast wealth, countless construction machines roared across the land. The original abandoned nests were dismantled and recycled, and these materials were used to repair the remaining half of the nest city. As for the quality, the buildings preserved from the Dark Ages were of exceptionally high quality.

While everyone else was enthusiastically playing around, Mordred wasn't idle either; he began his disciplined life.

As a scoundrel, Mordred knows all too well how awful this universe is. Only strength can give you the right to choose. Without strength, you can only be beaten to the ground by the strong, and you still have to say, "You're so manly!"
So, what's the fastest way to become stronger? The answer is knowledge; knowledge is power!
Thanks to the Primarch's good physique, Mordred spends 12 out of every 27 hours in the Abomination Paradigm's laboratory.

First, he assisted the Great Sage, then he began to cooperate in experiments, and finally he took the lead in researching the blasphemous technologies extracted from the AI ​​database, such as biochemical modification, gene embedding, and AI programming. Mordred wanted them all.

After finishing the experiment, I would earn foreign exchange to eat. I ate eight meals a day, and after eating, I would lie in the early education machine given to me by the emperor to absorb knowledge.

As for the work of managing the legion, Mordred left it all to Goff for operations. After all, he had studied in the Thirteenth Legion, and it would be a waste for such a natural talent not to handle official documents.

Under this abnormal schedule, Mordred experienced the joy of learning for the first time. The only thing that bothered him was that the early education machine the Emperor gave him was a bit strange.

The two-headed eagle that was acting as a guide was blue and kept cawing all day long; I didn't know how to change it.

But these were minor issues. In the giant laboratory of the Abomination Paradigm, the master and apprentice began to let loose and repeatedly debug a huge incubation chamber.

Through the glass hatch, Mordred could see his creation growing vigorously, its form exuding a powerful beauty that even aroused appetite, simply because it was a giant mushroom-man.

"Your Highness, are you sure this thing can be used as a new weapon for the legion? If the Emperor finds out, won't he silence us?"

The Great Sage's tone was full of conflict. Heaven knows why she agreed to do such a blasphemous experiment with Mordred. Wouldn't it have been better to make some safer robots?
"Don't worry, my great sage, this thing was designed by me based on those super mushrooms on our Tranquility Island. I've lived here for so many years, no one knows its power better than me."

As for what Old Huang might do even if he found out, I've designated these mushrooms as emergency food, military rations! He can't possibly stop me from growing vegetables, can he? Just you wait and see!

Mordred's attempts to reassure her did not put the Great Sage at ease, but given the circumstances, she had no choice but to go all the way, as she also hoped the experiment would succeed.

The Second Legion's genetic seed has a very low compatibility, which is a concern for Krag, who has become a domesticated oil man. If the experiment is successful, it will mean that the Space Marines will have an extra layer of security.

As the airtight valve opened, a giant mushroom, three meters tall, emerged from the jar. Its two beady eyes under its red cap looked rather silly, and coupled with its short, thick limbs, it looked utterly comical.

However, before the master and apprentice could test the prototype, a hurried figure appeared in front of Mordred. It was Tom, the Eighth Company Commander, who was out there to extradite people.

"Father, something terrible has happened. I think I killed a new Primarch."

Mordred was a little confused. "Isn't this a good thing?"

Tom fell silent, then his face contorted with the misfortune of his father's death. He jumped up, ripped off his Primarch's earplugs, and roared:
"I mean, I think I killed a Primarch!"

"Huh? Say it again."

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(End of this chapter)