Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 38 The Great Expedition Begins!

Forgrim eventually left, but the Emperor's Son forced him back to the Legion flagship.

If they let their Primarch continue to go mad, the Emperor's Son would truly become a laughingstock to everyone.

Watching the Imperial Pride sail into Mandeville, Mordred finally breathed a sigh of relief, took out his lighter, squatted down, and lit a cigarette.

Speaking of which, this lighter is actually from Emperor. Mordred took a liking to this incredibly cool little gadget at first sight. The entire casing is made of radiant gold, and it would be a complete waste for that old man Huang to use it. It would be better to let him have it.

Mordred felt uneasy at the thought of the Emperor having entered his Hive Laboratory; who knew if the Emperor had left any backup plans?

"No, this hive is unusable, we need to open a new mine! Where's my loyal Fourth Company Commander? Get over here right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a stocky little boy, even more sturdy than a typical Atlas, ran over and stood behind Mordred.
"Father, you called me?" The voice was just like his personality. As expected of the civil engineering veteran, Fourth Company Commander Gao Wen spoke with the air of a ruthless contractor.

"Purchase another batch of experimental equipment and send it to the Abomination Exemplar. The Hive below our home city is no longer usable, so convert it directly to civilian use. While you're at it, go to Katachon and relocate the personnel there to establish the second Hive Research Institute."

"But Father, didn't you say we'd be participating in the Great Expedition next month? We simply don't have enough manpower!"

"Why don't you call the Seventh Company back and tell those fortified groups to wait?"

Mordred shook his head. The Seventh Company had been building fortifications outside, and this was an order he had personally given, which absolutely could not be delayed.

It has to be said that Atlas's tranquil location is truly bizarre; the place is just too unfortunate.

The entire star sector is shaped like an ellipsoid, positioned precisely at the crucial juncture where the solar star field extends eastward into the extreme star field. To its left lies Chemos, the son of the Emperor, and below it is Nocturne, the home of the Salamanders.

It looks good, but the other sides are pretty awful.

Above was a massive vortex of spatial anomalies; this hellish place would be teeming with monsters and demons in the future. Below was even more significant, because Mordred knew that a world called Amighidodton would one day arrive. Compared to this, everything else was trivial.

At this point, you might say that the Solar Starfield, as the central hub of the empire, still stands behind you. Then let me ask you, what would happen if a major rebellion broke out in the future, or if aliens marched on Luoyang with swords drawn? What would happen to the tranquility that stood in their way?

The Emperor was certain that Mordred wouldn't give up. As long as Mordred continued to build here, any force that wanted to attack Terra in the future would have to step over his corpse, just like King Xiao of Liang was to Emperor Wen of Han.

"Fine, I'll have the dog-man lead the Oglin auxiliary army to assist you. Doesn't Katachon still have colonies? You can take them to fight the Ashes first."

"So, didn't you used to work for the Fourth Legion? Rogdorn's back with the Legion, he's not so easy to fool anymore. Why don't you go to the Fourth Legion and recruit some men? It's all the same whether you're fighting for your lives or not. I'll provide plenty of food and lodging and even pay you a salary. Isn't that better than digging trenches?"

The fourth company commander accepted the order and led his men out to collect ashes in a flurry of activity. As far as Gao Wen was concerned, his father was right. Now that he had made it big, it was time to take care of his good brothers who had worked with him in collecting ashes before.

While Gawain issued the Galactic Cavalry and Horses Ash Order and gathered his good brothers, Mordred, who had nowhere else to go, could only return to the ship and begin to modify his laboratory.

Gawain did indeed have influence, even having connections with the Terra Council. He quickly summoned the 77th Battalion of the Fourth Legion, and the battalion commander at the head of the battalion was an old acquaintance of Gawain.

Mordred certainly wouldn't let such a good deal slip by, so he personally received these good nephews and even held a grand banquet.

During the banquet, watching his former comrades-in-arms suddenly soar to great heights, Kyle Valen was filled with envy. He could only channel his envy into his appetite, and he and his cousins ​​from the Second Legion ate like madmen.

Perhaps sensing that the boy was thinking something, Mordred asked:
“Kyle, as the Primarch of the Empire, I am also your good uncle. If there is anything you need, tell me, and I promise to solve it for you.” Hearing Mordred’s comforting words, Kyle couldn’t hold back anymore and immediately began to complain, saying that Horus had a problem with them and was treating the Fourth Legion like a mule, throwing all the tough nuts to crack at them.

Even with priority allocation of production resources on Mars, the Fourth Legion suffered heavy casualties every time in order to complete its missions, and even then, the First Son was still not satisfied.

And Ferrus of the Third Expeditionary Fleet is no better. Every order he gives them pushes them to the brink of despair, just enough to get them to complete the mission.

It was also thanks to our large numbers that the smaller 11th and 19th Legions had no autonomy and became nothing more than auxiliary forces to the Shadow Moon Wolf, or cannon fodder.

“Your Highness, I really want the Primarch to return to the Legion. If we had Primarchs, they wouldn’t dare to treat us like this.”

Look at Gawain, he came from the same trenches as me. The moment you returned, everything changed. As long as the Primarch returns, our Fourth Legion will definitely recover.”

"Ah this!"

Mordred wanted to say that he was overthinking it. If he saw a pufferfish in the future, he might strangle his current self. Why would anyone want to jump into a fire pit?
"Sigh, I've heard about it. Don't worry, I'm not like them. You won't regret coming here."

This is indeed true. Ever since Tranquility became a cargo hub, fleets that rested there never lacked supplies. Even if there were temporary shortages, Mordred would explain to the Terra Council in her Primarch form that the rest period could be extended.

It's unclear about the legions with Primarchs, but among the legions without Primarchs, this Second Prince has a very good reputation, not only for his witty and humorous personality but also for his great consideration for his subordinates.

"Your Highness, I heard that you are also preparing to participate in the expedition. Why don't you take command of us? Wherever we are, we can fight. At least here we can rest after each battle."

This is where the advantage of having a good reputation comes in. Kyle wouldn't dare to speak his mind to other Primarchs, and only a Primarch like Mordred, who is completely unpretentious, can put others at ease.

"This isn't right. After all, Horus is the son of the First King. Although he doesn't have the title of Warmaster, he already has the power of a Warmaster. He and Feralus are known as the three heroes of the expedition. As his brother, I can't poach him!"
Sigh, never mind. After all, you call me uncle, and I can't just watch you suffer.

"Here's what we'll do: go and call back more people, don't worry about who they are, just call everyone you can. We're short on people but have plenty of supplies, while you have many people but no Primarchs to lead you around. Wouldn't it be great if we pooled our resources?"

I never expected that just because I made a couple of complaints, His Highness Mordred would actually agree. And not only did he agree, he also thought of his other fighting brothers. What a great uncle he is!
"Uncle, I have wandered for half my life without finding a wise ruler. Now that I have met you, I will surely follow you!"

Looking at the boy who was almost completely bewitched, the Primarch waved his hand and directly summoned the Holy Terra, ordering Macardo to mobilize his troops and hand over his good nephews. He wanted to build an army of 100,000 to march eastward.

Soon, a psionic communication was relayed from Tranquility to Holy Terra, and eventually delivered to the Sealholder of the Empire in the form of parchment.

After a quick read, Makado had only one thought: "What a load of crap! The front lines are so tense, where am I supposed to get 100,000 troops? I don't even have 10,000! You're dreaming!"
But in terms of being inhuman, Macardo was not much different from the Emperor, and soon came up with a new idea.

"The main force of the Fourth Army Corps is fighting alone in Inkarati. You need men, so go there yourself."

"Alpha, go to Tranquility. Didn't you say you wanted to go to the front lines? This is a good opportunity to test your results."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bald man, less than three meters tall, suddenly jumped out and replied to his teacher:

"Don't worry, my most capable heir is in Atlas. Going to the Second Legion will be like coming home for him. Sealholder, just wait for my good news!"

(End of this chapter)