Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 385 Tell me which war commander it is?
"Your Excellency, what do you think of this merchant document?"

"Of course, of course. As the saying goes, one should not avoid recommending relatives for the best. The empire is in dire need of rebuilding and needs loyal and righteous people like you to come and help."

"By the way, my second disciple, Jeanne, also has the surname Izekel, right?"

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, you are right. Jeanne's mother is the granddaughter of my third aunt's family. Our Izekel family has been loyal for generations, and during the Great Expedition, we were..."

At this point, the female chieftain, covered in scars and standing easily two meters tall, paused. Seeing that Morered didn't seem to care, she continued:
"We are a merchant family personally appointed by the Lord of Shadowmoon Wolves, and we are also pure-blooded Krzunians. As for what happened next, you probably already know. A warp storm caused us to get lost in the Sea of ​​Souls."

Everything was fine when we left, but after we came back we're considered traitors! We're so innocent!

Although it wasn't the first time she'd heard it, Mordred still found it a bit hard to believe. This woman named Vida Izekel was someone she'd gotten out of the courtroom; she was from the merchant family that Jeanne belonged to.

You could say they were unlucky, that they managed to find their way out of the Warp, but you could also say they were lucky, that they ended up in the arms of the Inquisition as soon as they came out.

When the court asked them who they were, they said they were traveling merchants and possessed a traveling merchant's document personally appointed by the Primarch. When asked which Primarch they were, they said they were Warmasters!
Then the court found nothing wrong; it was indeed the Primarch, definitely a Warmaster, and you even claimed to be from Krzunia, with the surname Izekel.

What? Your family also has a well-known Space Marine named Abaddon. Could you make an exception for us?
That's incredibly accommodating! Quickly call all the family members over; we're going to throw a banquet to welcome you! You ask why we're having a banquet on a rainy day? It's a local custom, a Terra tradition.

"Then what?"

Vida looked up at the sky, pointed to the scar across his face, indicating that he had been knocked down by an axe as soon as he entered the room.

"Then remember to wear a helmet when you hold banquets in the future. Hurry up and get down, I'm afraid your bad luck will be contagious, I'm a little scared."

"I will live up to the President's expectations!"

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Get down here now and do a good job from now on."

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Mordred has been quite busy lately, going to great lengths to restore Tranquility and Glory, and recruiting talent from all over the world.

In the pursuit of Atlas's revival, Mordred once gathered a large number of merchant families, eventually forming a military-industrial complex that spanned the empire.

The problem was that Guilliman released those people, so in order to rebuild the caravan and cultivate talent, Mordred went all out and began to plunder people everywhere to rebuild his own armed caravan.

As for where these people came from? Of course, they came from their own family.

When one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. Mordred doesn't care about nepotism or favoritism; the closer the relationship, the higher the loyalty. This creates a virtuous cycle where merchant families support Atlas's military recruitment.

Even if a family doesn't produce a Space Marine, just being able to join the Blackwatch, a mortal auxiliary force on Atlas, would be a source of great pride and honor.

At first, Mordred thought that doing so would create internal factions, but he later realized that the Empire had its own national conditions, and everyone valued honor more than their own lives, and they were all fanatical young men.

If you change your worldview, the human empire is pure evil, and compared to the imperial people, Mustache is an extreme conservative.

You say animals are so cute, why do they wear animal skins? Sorry, this is human skin!

Fifty-five merchant documents bearing the blood of the Primarch were issued, and these 55 merchant families would become an important part of Atlas's logistics system, ultimately becoming the cornerstone of Atlas.

This was something Mordred had discussed with Goff beforehand. He was recruiting soldiers outside, while Goff was quietly reorganizing his forces. With the last trade document being delivered, Mordred was also about to get down to business.

"What? Why can't I go?" Sisyphus's complaint echoed in the government hall, but it only earned him glares from the three Primarchs.
"The Soul Drinkers only have a little over 1000 people now, but you've taken up a whole legion's quota. If you're so interested in finding people with me, you might as well go back to Alicia and mass-produce troops."

Your White Light is already under construction at the Mars Shipyard. Don't let the Glory Queen-class battleships be built only to find you don't have enough manpower to operate them. Get out of here now, or you'll end up like me, staying in Terra to handle missions.

Sisyphus left, taking the newbie gift pack his three brothers had given him and heading to Alicia. Perhaps feeling that this guy was really unreliable, Mordred even specially transferred Roland over to help.

As for whether Sisyphus can build the 11th Legion well, Mordred believes he can. Alicia's paratroopers are famous far and wide, and it is also a nest world located in the solar system.

Above is Fenris, below is Amigidoton, and there are even monsters and demons emerging from the great rift to amuse the locals. It's practically a chosen land, with both high-quality and abundant troops.

Besides, this guy is such a lazy bum. He's only been back in Terra for a few days and he's already started slacking off. Rather than letting him stay here and do nothing, it's better to send Alicia to farm. After all, birds have to fly to the sky eventually, and the three of them can't take care of Sisyphus forever. Inwit's location is very well hidden; it's not even marked on star charts, but Mordred knows it, and not only Mordred knows it, but Magnus knows it too.

Aside from the Khan, the three of them were probably among the first Primarchs to know about the dangers of Chaos, since they had already consumed it and would have known even if they hadn't.

Because this icy world is located in the Storm Starfield, and the most famous world around it is called Taran, the world where Luo Jia and the rebel Iron Hand played tank battles, this place, like Tranquility, is also a place where all sorts of strange and wonderful people gather.

Currently, the empire controlled by the four siblings is limited to the area from the Sun Starfield to the Great Vortex. The Peace Starfield is plagued by civil war, the Storm Starfield is ravaged by aliens, the Hazy Starfield has a large number of chaotic forces, and the Limit Starfield is where all three are gathered.

So after discussing it, the four decided that the main focus should be on recovering lost ground, and that they should start by getting the easiest things to eat.

As for what to do about the dark side of the empire, well, Dante will just have to suffer a little longer!

Atlas has a small number of personnel and also has to shoulder logistical responsibilities. The Ultramarines are all used as administrative assistants, leaving Dark Angels with the most free time.

Faced with the choice between staying in Terra and Guilliman to defend their home, and going on an expedition to Inwit with Mordred, Johnson wasn't stupid and chose the second option without hesitation.

Watching the expeditionary fleet being organized and beginning to depart from the starport, Guilliman couldn't help but sigh, "It's me again guarding the home base. Sigh... everyone's busy. It's good to be busy. Will you guys even come back for dinner?"

"Don't worry, I promise to bring Dorn back to you safe and sound. Then the five of us will eat shit together and have a good time. Knowing Dorn's personality, he'll definitely eat the biggest portion."

"Come, come, your second brother knew you were feeling down, so I specially prepared a surprise for you. I've already prepared the gift for you; it's in the research institute underground in the palace. I guarantee you'll like it."

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Mordred stepped forward and grabbed Guilliman's hand—Everene's hand beside him—with a strange glint in her eyes.

"Are you eating well? Are you staying comfortably? When are you going to have children?"

"What?" Evelynn was shocked, and Thousand Faces next to her was so angry that he drew his knife. Mordred found it quite satisfying to watch; he liked the feeling of toying with others.

"Your Highness, the Regent and I are merely business partners. Please don't spread rumors!"

"I understand, I understand everything!"

[What the hell do you know, you bastard? Why are you smiling like that? How long are you going to hold my hand like that? What are you trying to say?!]

Evelyn, who was internally ranting, was unaware that Mordred's specialty was spreading rumors about others. Compared to the somewhat outdated "The Roman She-Wolf," Mordred was planning another major work, "Subspace Food."

Perhaps because of her ascension to godhood, Mordred completely squandered her already meager moral integrity during the resurrection match.

This book, "Subspace Food," is Mordred's masterpiece written after he abandoned all morals.

The main character is named Robote, a dull and nerdy psionic Muggle. The female lead is named Freyne, a genuine Eldar blonde, and there's also a short-statured space chef, a dog-man assassin...

Mordred is confident that this first volume, which depicts the main characters falling into the Comoros Abyss, will be a hilarious and heartwarming story about eating warp entities and alien creatures, and will definitely be well-received.

"Am I really a genius?"

"What the hell are you talking about!"

"It's nothing." Mordred, who had inadvertently blurted out her true feelings, released her hand. Was Guilliman going crazy again? Was Evelynn a complete idiot? She laughed like a dog and dragged Zhuang Sen away at lightning speed.

"I've set up a puzzle-solving section; you two can go together!"

Their eyes met, and at that moment, Guilliman suddenly reached a consensus with the Eldar leader he disliked.

"Has your brother always been like this?"

Yes! And there are 19 more.

"..."

(End of this chapter)