Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 20: The plan to persecute the Primarch was set by the Emperor. (Bonus chapter, please continue reading)

The delightful Emperor's billion-dollar subsidy has come to an end. Mordred received the Masterworks three-piece set, Vulcan received a forging hammer, and even Rambo, who was slacking off, received a collar from the Emperor that can project shields.

Such a generous gesture made Mordred wonder if the old man was after his dog, but the Emperor simply said it was a reward for Rambo's delicious dinner.

Getting something for free makes one happy, after all, it was a dog he had grown up with. Seeing the dog happy, Mordred didn't say much. But soon he was no longer happy, because the Emperor had assigned him a hard job.

"I don't understand! What do you mean by asking me to find the lost protogenes for you? What are you going to do then?"

"I want to focus my energy on military affairs!"

The Emperor was not lying this time; he was indeed too busy. According to the human calendar, it was 835, M30. The Great Expedition had only lasted for thirty-five years since the end of the unification war.

In these thirty-five years, the Imperial Fleet has only made a preliminary exploration of the Sun Starfield. The other four starfields can only be said to have been touched upon slightly, and everywhere there are ferocious aliens and pocket empires.

On a flat map, the solar system might seem small compared to other star systems, but the problem is that the Milky Way is three-dimensional, so you can't just make inferences based on a flat map. And the closer you get to Terra, the more daring things there will be.

At this time, the Imperial Army was mainly divided into three forces, each commanded by the Emperor, Horus, and Feralas respectively, and engaged in large-scale military operations.

Since only seven Primarchs have officially returned to the Empire so far, most Legions do not have Primarch commanders. Apart from Mordred, who is just coasting along, Forgrim is learning from Horus, and Vulcan has just returned. The only one who can be considered to have any autonomy is Lemanrus.

But with Lemanrus on duty for the Emperor at the front, the Second Legion seemed extremely out of place.

In the eyes of his brothers, Mordred was already showing signs of becoming the head of the transport team. At this stage, when frontline supplies were being consumed at an astronomical rate, no fool would send the supply convoy to the front lines to fight.

"So you're sending me to find other Primarchs because I've done an excellent job as the transport captain?"

"Yes." The emperor nodded helplessly.

During the previous exchange of insults, Mordred was indeed right. Compared to other Primarchs, and even the Emperors, there was basically none who were good at farming. The only two who were good at farming were Yi Shangdeng and a brainless fan, but we haven't found them yet.

Each expeditionary force would fight until they were out of ammunition and food, and only when they were about to collapse would they choose to rest and wait for a new round of supplies from the rear.

However, the most frustrating thing is that, due to the nature of subspace travel, you never know when the next round of supplies will arrive or how much will be available. This can even drive a frontline commander crazy.

It's like you work hard, follow the schedule every day, and finally get to payday, only to have your boss suddenly tell you that the pay amount will be randomly distributed and the payment time will be announced later.

Anyone would be devastated in this situation.

After the Tranquil World officially became a shipping hub, although there were fewer cargo ships escorted by Atlas, they always arrived on time. In particular, the shrewd Felus's favorability towards Mordred increased rapidly.

Every time the soldiers on an expedition rested, what they hoped to see most was that group of older cousins, because it meant that the relief supplies had finally arrived, which was a safety net.

Hearing this, Mordred felt a pang of unease, thinking that no wonder the Emperor had gone all in on the Internet; with such poor transport efficiency, anyone would be driven mad.

"Sigh, what you said makes sense, but since I'm so important, can't we let the little dwarf go?"

The little guy Mordred was referring to was none other than Alpha, who could rival Guilliman for the most defeats. But the Emperor shook his head and, with Vulcan looking at him with an expression that suggested his father and second brother were playing a game of riddles, said: "Because only you know the crisis behind it, and only you know my whole plan. No matter what, you are my most trusted son. After much thought, I believe only you are capable of this job."

Don't you want them to agree with our beliefs?

To be fair, the Emperor's direct shot greatly increased Mordred's goodwill towards him. His smile, like a blaster, was impossible to suppress, and he finally let out a boastful laugh:

"Hahaha, Haki Huang, you really make me happy!"

"Don't worry! My parenting skills are definitely better than yours. I'll have someone beat my good brother half to death first. Even if he's disobedient, I can still turn him into a well-rounded son who excels in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor."

The thought of being able to legitimately and rightfully humiliate the Primarch makes me incredibly excited.

The Emperor laughed and said, "Do whatever you want. As long as you find traces of the Primarch, you can choose whatever you want from my vault. As for physical education, you can figure that out yourself. Anyway, it's not easy for the Primarch to die."

Mordred is like that. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he is essentially a stubborn and arrogant person who is also a bit eccentric. He is the kind of person who responds better to gentleness than force.

If there's something that interests him that's tempting him, even if it's just a bowl of thick soup, he'll still want to taste it to see if it's salty or not.

Only Vulcan, who had been silently observing, seemed to have noticed something. He vaguely remembered that his second brother had done the same thing when he asked their father for weapons. Why didn't the two of them just say it directly?

Thankfully, I'm not that kind of nagging person, otherwise I'd look pathetic.

The four-year-old Lord of Fire Dragons began his self-enlightenment. He even felt that he should write a diary to record his restless thoughts.

Leisure time is always short-lived. With the arrival of the ships of the Eighteenth Legion, Vulcan officially returned to the Empire and renamed the Legion the Salamanders.

However, the Emperor did not allow Vulcan to immediately return to the Legion, nor did he make him report to Horus like the other Primarchs. Instead, he decided to take Vulcan with him and personally train him.

Mordred could tell that the Emperor genuinely adored Vulcan, that big black guy—a treatment that would make a certain unnamed wet guy green with envy.

Before leaving, Mordred summoned Vulcan to his ship, the Exemplar, and under the pretext of using him as a control group to address the defects in the Atlas gene seed, he drew a large tube of blood from him.

Through the porthole, Vulcan gazed at the Abomination Exemplar plunging into Mandeville, and sighed with considerable reluctance.

"Father, did you send my elder brother to search for the other lost children because you absolutely had to? I have a feeling that the brothers that my second brother finds in the future will suffer a terrible fate!"

Without Mordred's corruption, the Emperor reverted to his usual stoic, muscular self, but he still patiently explained things to his eighteen most valued sons:

"It's not that I can't live without him. I just don't want to see him wasting food and living a life of idleness. As for the other people being in a bad situation, that's not necessarily the case. After all, I can keep track of his every move at any time now."

"Look, my secret agent is online!"

(End of this chapter)