Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 19 Ashbringer

The Emperor's banquet ended with the restaurant reduced to ruins. The socially awkward big guy was no match for Mordred's sharp tongue. Mordred kept bringing up his dark past, which broke him down. He then gave the rebellious son a good beating.

This left a deep impression on the guards outside the gate, as the Second Prince had only come twice, and each time he managed to destroy a restaurant. He was far too rebellious, unlike the filial piety shown by Prince Horus.

But the reality was quite different. The father and son, who had just been at odds, shook hands and made peace, and began to teach Vulcan, the innocent bystander, a lesson.

This made Uncle Hei question his life. He wondered if his family had some kind of hereditary mental illness, and why his father and second brother were behaving this way.

Leaving aside Vulcan's worries, the Primarch's disappearance provoked a fierce reaction from the Second Legion. Fortunately, Mordred wasn't senile and knew to call her sons to let them know.

With the arrival of Company Commander Bryan and his guards, Mordred, now with the help of his underlings, regained his confidence and stopped arguing with the Emperor, instead starting to ask for favors.

As for who pointed at the Emperor and cursed him as old Badden, Mordred himself had forgotten. Anyway, whoever feeds you is your mother, and the squeaky wheel gets the grease.

"Father, look, I've been back in the Empire for almost three years, and all I'm holding is scrap steel plates, and I'm wearing ordinary Terminator gear. Give me some equipment, please. Even if I don't have any, what about Vulcan?"

When it comes to getting benefits, one can't care about saving face. Mordred immediately grabbed the Emperor's leg and said that even though he didn't leave his house, he kept track of the expedition's progress every day, and that he was the one who picked out the dinosaur eggs for them.

As the saying goes, a straight shot beats a haughty one. Compared to Mordred, who has no shame whatsoever, the Emperor still has some sense of shame and is desperately trying to get rid of this shameful thing, but he just can't get rid of it.

"let me go."

"No way! I heard that Fulgrim, who returned at the same time as me, is getting tons of stuff. You'd better give me some gold coins, or I'll just throw them away..."

"boom!"

A crisp sound echoed in the cabin as a large punch landed on Mordred's head, interrupting his reckless remarks.

Their eyes met, and under the Emperor's warning gaze, Mordred suddenly realized why Old Man Huang had said he was special, and quickly shut his mouth.

"Don't bring up those nonsensical things. Vulcan is innocent, and you don't want him to be stared at by those good-for-nothings, do you?"

"Father, what are you talking about?" Vulcan asked, already sitting at the table with Gouzi.

"Eat your food!"

"okay."

"As for you?" The emperor's lips twitched. He realized that something was wrong with his current state. It must be because he had just beaten this unfilial son that he was now overly emotional.

“Macado has already sent people to manufacture a weapon suitable for you. It’s now in the vault of the Dream Ship. Come with me, and Vulcan too. You’ll have a share here as well.”

Following the emperor's footsteps, the group twisted and turned, and after passing through many unbelievable security measures, they finally arrived at an inconspicuous wooden door, which was decorated with a giant wooden cross.

"Could it be that this is the one Yege used to use to dry cured meat?"

The emperor nodded, offering no further explanation, and casually pushed open the treasure vault door. The first thing that came into view was a pitch-black passageway, surrounded by a buzzing field of static energy, within which countless rare treasures were placed.

Mordred even saw a perfectly intact mechanical humanoid figure, bearing the very same Dahl Corporation logo he had found in his hometown.

"Stop looking. These are automated machine soldiers I captured during the unification war. They are true Abominations."

As an immortal who also experienced the 3K era, the Emperor knew Mordred's intentions the moment he made a move, but the problem was that this path had been proven to be impassable.

"What is the mark on this Abomination Intelligence? I saw it in the Tranquil World, and that's when I realized my hometown was a zoo in the Dark Ages."

Following Mordmore's finger, the Emperor looked at the letter symbol, and a long-forgotten memory flooded his mind:

"Dal Corporation is a global conglomerate encompassing military, entertainment, and materials development, and is highly integrated with the Federation Fleet."

Their weapons were robust and durable, and at one point even became the standard issue weapons for the Federal military. Along with Hyperion, Teddy, Jacobs, and Torgue, they divided the entire Federation's weapons manufacturing market. As for what happened later…”

The emperor didn't continue speaking, but it was easy to guess what happened next: the Iron Man's rebellion, which ended in the repeated civil wars that tore the stars apart, ultimately becoming a lingering echo in the long river of history.

At this moment, the emperor was acting out of character. Perhaps these ancient relics reminded him of his distant memories as an immortal being. He answered all the questions asked by the two of them.

The group walked and stopped frequently, just like a real father and son on an outing, and soon arrived at a shelf.

At the bottom was a power armor. As a researcher who had become addicted to knowledge, Mordred recognized the prototype of this power armor at a glance. It was undoubtedly the Iron Cavalry Terminator Armor that was so beloved by the Imperial soldiers.

However, this armor was much larger, made of adamantite combined with various unknown metals. The overall color scheme was black, but the green fluorescence on the surface of the armor, like blood vessels surging, betrayed its true nature.

Without a doubt, this was an armor made using necromancy technology, but Mordred didn't care. He was immediately drawn to it because the armor was incredibly cool, with two horns on its head, which was just to his liking.

Now that the armor is in place, weapons are inevitable. Unfortunately, the Emperor, that old idiot, doesn't understand people's hearts and has no idea what Mordred is good at using.

Finally, unable to bear the longing look in his rebellious son's eyes any longer, the emperor pointed to a weapon rack and told him to choose one himself.

To be honest, when Mordred saw so many great items, her first thought wasn't to pick them out, but to pack up the entire shelf and take them home.

But when Mordred thought that if he actually did that, he would probably be pinned to the ground and beaten repeatedly by Old Man Huang, and he wouldn't get the last item, he could only obediently go and choose.

With an excited heart and trembling hands, Mordred's attention was drawn to a giant greatsword. Compared to a knight's two-handed sword, this thing looked more like a large cleaver made from a leg bone, full of ruggedness, and it was also inlaid with a skull.

What's even more ingenious is that while the other weapons were sold individually, he got a free pistol with his purchase, perfectly matching his identity as a righteous knight.

Without any hesitation, Mordred chose the blade and even gave it a name—Ashbringer.

He called that plasma pistol "ambition"!

(End of this chapter)