Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 3 The sun sets in the west, the red clouds fly, the ship's cannons fire as Dad returns to camp.

Subspace, a corner that no probe can search.

The four subspace entities unusually huddled together, peering into a world that did not belong to them through a mirror.

The blue creature was the most excited, emitting bursts of wicked laughter and occasionally uttering strange remarks such as, "This cursed one is such a loser!" "Can't even beat a toad!" "He swallowed it, he swallowed it, it's snow!"

Perhaps finding it too noisy, a figure clad in blood-red armor unleashed a powerful punch, blasting the blue slime monster to pieces. The blue slime scattered everywhere, including a pot of repeatedly boiled green soup.

"Shut up! Don't insult my supreme wisdom with your nonsense."

"Bullshit! You brainless idiot, what intelligence do you have to speak of? Khorne, are you kidding me?"

When two people can't agree on something, even a few words are too much. The rare harmony was instantly shattered. Neither red nor blue could do anything to the other, so they could only fight like shrewish women on the ground.

The loving father remained silent, simply using a spoon to scoop out the soft mud. Looking at the tiny soft mud in the spoon, shouting that everything was going according to plan, even for the most good-tempered person like Him, this pot of soup was no longer acceptable.

As for the Purple Phantom, who was the least senior, she didn't watch the "Tribute of the Yellow Weasel" like the three perverts. Instead, she looked at Mordred's figure with loving eyes through the void, with an indescribable pink slime spreading from beneath her.

Perhaps it was the lewd gaze that made Mordred in the scene shiver violently and wrap himself tighter in his small blanket.

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Putting aside the spying of Ya Tou Si for the moment, today is a special day for the Second Legion, which has experienced the Terra unification war, the Luna Gene Cult annihilation war, and has been able to randomly spawn several in almost every battle since the Great Expedition.

A week before a standard Terran week, Primarch Vograim of the Third Legion returned, and even more excitingly, His Majesty has sensed a new Primarch on the route around Chemoth, closer to the Silver Center.

And this prince is very likely the genetic prototype of their Second Legion's Soul Drinkers.

Therefore, the Soul Drinkers scattered across various legions began to gather and head towards the Emperor's fleet, preparing to pay homage to their Primarch as soon as possible.

“Goff, we’ve found our Primarch! Do you know what that means? It means we’re finally free from living under someone else’s roof.”

You wouldn't believe it, every time I run into Abaddon, that bastard talks about Horus non-stop, a complete Oedipus complex. I despise people like that the most. So what if you have a dad? We have one now too.

Company Commander Brian Hager, standing at a towering 2.7 meters tall and clad in Mark II power armor, excitedly paced back and forth on the bridge, imagining how they would later boast about their wonderful life with their fathers to other legions.

"Hey! Who says otherwise? At least you went to Shadowmoon Wolf, while I was assigned to the First Legion. Life there was even more of a mess. Just those coded messages and secret codes were enough to blow my brain out. I really don't know how they memorized them."

I also had to do illegal work every day. Luckily, I was more skilled, otherwise I would have been betrayed.

Haha, they'll never guess I secretly keep a diary!

Seeing that someone was talking to them, the company commanders gathered on the bridge started complaining. Some said that the Ninth Legion was secretly eating corpses, and others said that the Nineteenth Legion could hide in tin cans. But soon the company commander who had returned from studying in the Nineteenth Legion was scolded, saying that he had been kicked in the head by a space wolf. How could a person hide in a tin can? It was not scientific.

The company commander who went to study at Space Wolves said he felt offended, saying that Space Wolves were not as barbaric as they appeared, and that they were cunning behind the scenes.

"Forget about canned food, listen to me, listen to me."

I went to the 20th Legion, and guess what? I think I discovered a huge secret! I saw a gigantic Primarch, only a head taller than me! But nobody believed me. They all said they were just Alphareth, but I'm the real Alphareth, okay?

Looking at the giants in front of him, each with a different appearance but all speaking without restraint, Goff Maine, the acting commander of the Second Legion at the time, turned pale. He was genuinely afraid that the ship beneath his feet might accidentally get lost in the warp.

"Enough! Can't you guys give me a break? Can't you learn from me? Even though I joined the 13th Army to unite with the Party for personal gain, which seems ambitious, would I tell anyone? Would I tell anyone? Answer me!"

Everyone was speechless… thinking, “Commander, you didn’t say it, but you’ve already shouted it out.” After a moment of silence, seeing that there were no outsiders around, Goff asked:
"Speaking of which, with our Second Legion having such a terrible reputation, won't Father dislike us?"

An even more deathly silence descended. No one was certain, after all, their Second Legion did have a bad reputation. They were known for cheating, taking advantage of others, engaging in petty theft, and having a penchant for courting death on various battlefields.

In other words, they are powerful enough to survive no matter what they do because of their father's strength; otherwise, His Majesty would have already thrown them to the ground to be ground to ashes.

The thought of the miserable days spent either working on construction sites or digging in the dirt made everyone look at the two unlucky guys who went to study at the Seventh and Fourth Legions.

"I have an idea!"

"What do you think about bringing a gift when we meet Father? I've already prepared one. Taking advantage of my position, I stockpiled some automatons while the First Legion was ransacking houses. I guarantee I'll win Father's favor."

“What a coincidence, I also prepared some gifts.” A company commander wearing a red trench coat, who had studied abroad twice in Mars and the Iron Hand, waved his mechanical arm and projected a War Titan onto the screen, even the paint on it was brand new.

Soon, what was supposed to be a吐槽大会 (a forum for complaining and criticizing) turned into a treasure-showing event. Each company commander had their own specialty, and those who had nothing to do brought along a few Fenris giant wolves, intending to give them to the Primarch as pets.

Looking at the vibrant scene before him, as if they were about to be attacked by several anonymous legions at any moment, Legion Commander Goff smiled with relief.

"Sigh! I hope Father won't mind the trouble we've caused him! It seems that only I can make Father worry less about having offspring! After all, I'm just preserving some genetic seeds for someone else, so it should be fine."

The massive Glory Queen-class warship pierced through the void, and fortunately, it did not encounter any warp-space entanglement and successfully arrived at its target sector.

However, before reaching the world called Katachon, the Second Legion discovered a life-bearing planet next to the Primarch's world, where a strange battle was taking place.

Through the holographic projection, the company commanders saw a group of natives flying their ridiculous aircraft over Titan, boarding it with patched-up parachutes, and vying for control of the God Machine.

Due to the obstruction of the radiation cloud, the group could only vaguely make out that the natives were mixed with aliens.

This situation was like a godsend, a perfect opportunity presented to those who were already sleepy. The Second Legion was just wondering what to offer as a gift to the Primarch, and here it was.

"Brothers, rest assured, I will not keep the glory of this victory to myself. It is the achievement of everyone. We will give Father a great victory and prove to the other legions that we are not cowards!"

"Good! Well done! No wonder you studied at the Sons of War. Those below are no ordinary aliens. I suggest we bombard them with naval guns!"

The company commander's suggestion was quickly adopted. After a brief aiming, Goff, the acting corps commander, walked to the launch pad, removed the protective cover of the huge red button, and performed the operation smoothly. He even thought of the weapon type that could preserve the Titan.

Finally, Goff decided to use the Light Spear to destroy the main body of the castle, which was used for decoration, located above the Titan, before boarding it.

"Father, witness me! Hey ha! Long live the Second Legion!"

Meanwhile, Mordred, who was leading a boarding squad in a street battle with robots atop Titan, suddenly felt a pang of unease, as if something bad was about to happen.

Without any hesitation, Mordred roared:

"Retreat! Retreat now! Forget about those scrap metal, run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling light descended from the sky, unstoppable and irresistible, crashing down on the castle that everyone was fighting over.

Time froze here. In the final instant of the light's arrival, a verdant grassland replaced reality, dragging away the boarding boys who hadn't yet reacted.

Mordred, facing the dazzling spear of light, could only utter a curse that was swallowed by the explosion:
"You weasel, you're going to do an eleven-draw kill right now?!"

(End of this chapter)