Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 41 Offending the Primarch and still trying to run away?

Although we've always ridiculed the Emperor's parenting skills and his ridiculously low emotional intelligence, let's be clear, the golden giant's technical abilities are still quite impressive.

As the ultimate limited edition figure created by the Emperor, the Primarch can be described as the culmination of biotechnology, a perfect fusion of a sub-god from the warp and humanity.

Because of this, Junior Wa will never reach the position of the most vicious skill, and will only be worthy of sitting at the table for kids, watching Senior Ni call out to his mother with envy.

However, nothing is absolute. Not all Primarchs are as powerful as the Angels. According to the Emperor's plan, each Primarch has its own function and they must also back each other up, in order to achieve his grand ambition of leading the Primarchs to unify mankind.

The Alpha Legion is a special legion that specializes in secret operations. In fact, the first son of the Lord was not Horus, the spoiled son of a father, but Alpha!

In that sudden warp storm, 21 Primarchs were blown to various parts of the galaxy, some adopted by good mothers, others living like wild men in the forests, fully demonstrating the environmental diversity of different worlds in the galaxy.

But Afa is completely different from the other brothers. This kid just fell right at the entrance of the laboratory. You can see him as soon as you look up. This is the real son of the First Return, not that little rascal from Ksunia who shouted "Think of Huang Fist, Recite Huang Sword, Father, I love you so much".

Just as each Primarch has some unique abilities, Alfa also has his own superpower.

Because his individual combat ability is even worse than that useless Luo Jia, and coupled with his short stature of only about 2.8 meters tall, A Fa doesn't like to fight head-on, but prefers to use stealth.

Yes, you heard right. Thanks to his size, which is not much taller than that of a typical Space Marine, Arfa can disguise himself as anyone and even reduce his presence to a certain extent, just like the Stone Hat of Doraemon.

If this ability were in the hands of a cunning old fox, he could absolutely create all sorts of amazing things. What's even more terrifying is that every Alpha Rhys has inherited this ability, making it impossible to tell who the original is.

But even the best mechanisms are useless against numerical values. Looking at Alpha in front of him, his face bruised and swollen, stripped down to only his underwear, Mordred decided to teach this kid a lesson.

"Tell me, who sent you, and what is your purpose here?"

"Bah! Kill me or torture me as you please, I am the Primarch of the Empire, you wouldn't dare do anything to me—ah!!!"

Before the kid could even retort, Mordred, his face covered in spittle, pressed the switch to the electric chair.

"Tch, who do you think you are! I don't have any Primarchs here, just a spy who infiltrated the Legion. Even if I kill you, who would know it was me?"

You don't think I'm like those useless Imperial Guards, playing some kind of childish blood game with you, do you? You're a prisoner now, understand?

But the Primarch is still the Primarch. Even after being annihilated by the powerful electric current that could completely destroy the Ant-Cow, Alpha still had the strength to remain defiant:
"Pah! I absolutely will not tell you! Ugh!"

Mordred loved this kind of tough nut to crack. He had plenty of time to teach this kid a lesson. Not afraid of electricity, huh? Then he'd increase the dosage.

As the voltage actuator was pushed to its maximum, visible blue electric snakes danced back and forth on Alpha's body, wantonly licking his robust muscles.

Before long, the aroma of roasted meat filled the entire room, making Mordred a little hungry.

"By the way, is the Primarch's flesh actually tasty?"

Mordred, whose thoughts were already wandering, didn't see the terrified look in Alpha's eyes. He called Rambo over and asked him to get some barbecue seasoning. He glanced at Alpha's physique and thought that a balanced diet of meat and vegetables would be better. So he called Joseph over and asked him to go to the kitchen and get some green vegetables.

Soon, Joseph, carrying vegetables, and Rambo, holding a bowl of barbecue seasoning, returned the way they came and watched the sizzling Alfa with Mordred.

"Father, are we really going to eat the Primarch? This is not a good idea!"

"What's wrong with him? He was just being disobedient and even dared to spit on me. Don't worry, I won't kill him. After all, what if he tastes good and we can't eat him anymore?"
I'll raise him, eating only his limbs each time, then restoring him to his original state. That way, we'll have a constant supply of meat.

Getting carried away, Mordred even suggested using Alpha to build a hydroponic succulent farm, then wholesale canned meat. With enough materials, he could sell canned meat across the galaxy. Mordred's manic charisma required no acting; it was all so natural. It was a genuine feeling of seeing everything as NPCs. Even if Alpha had doubts, it wouldn't dare gamble its life.

"I'll talk, I'll talk! Let me go first, okay..."

Mordred remained silent, only focusing on increasing the battery level.
"JOJO, do you think a decent person would become a spy?"

"No, as far as I know, decent people don't necessarily become spies, but it's absolutely impossible for a decent person to be a spy, after all, I'm not exactly a decent person myself."

Mordred nodded: "That's right. Since he's not a decent person, can we trust what he says? This isn't just being stubborn; we have to deliver a heavy blow and put more pressure on him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an even more intense surge of electricity erupted again, blasting towards the electric chair that was holding Alpha captive.

Such an intense electric shock caused Alpha to instantly go into shock, and then it was tormented until it woke up, repeating this cycle endlessly.

Ten minutes later, feeling that any more electric shocks would make the flesh tough, Mordred pulled the switch and went to the unconscious Afa.

Before he could react, a bucket of barbecue seasoning was poured over his head. The perfectly prepared sauce was baked by the residual heat, and in just a moment it emitted a mouthwatering aroma.

The intense pain jolted Alpha awake. Looking at Mordred, whose gaping maw was about to devour him, the thought of being torn apart filled him with unspeakable terror, causing him to howl in agony.
"Stop, stop, you lunatic! I'll tell you, okay? Makado sent me, ordering me to assist you in the Great Expedition! You bastard, hurry up, ah—"

A powerful punch landed squarely on Alfa's chest, accompanied by the cracking sound of half a rib breaking. Mordred then pinned down Alfa's bald head.
"Then why don't you show your true face? And why are you causing trouble on my ship? What exactly did you see?"

Alpha is now truly speechless with bitterness. Heaven knows what little secrets you have. My offspring have betrayed me. What do I know that you don't know?
In Alpha's eyes, Mordred was a madman at this moment. His arrogant gaze was absolutely genuine, and the bastard really wanted to eat him.

For the first time in his life, Alpha felt fear. He knew that if he didn't satisfy his mad brother, his fate would be dire.

"I'm just used to being in the shadows, I..."

boom!
Another heavy punch landed, breaking Alpha's remaining half of his ribs. The intense pain led him to describe it in a different way:
"I hid my identity to see you make a fool of yourself, Second Brother, please forgive me! I really didn't know your little secret, I was really wrong!"

After speaking, Afa stared wide-eyed at the giant in front of him, his gaze so firm that it seemed that even the death of an emperor would not have moved him in the slightest, filled with nothing but a desire to live.

One minute, two minutes passed. Just when Alpha thought he was doomed, several Atlas members wearing hooded trench coats rushed into the secret room and set off their fireworks. They also unfurled a red banner that read "Welcome to Atlas."

Then, he saw that the crazy brother who had tormented him for so long suddenly changed, radiating a warm and enthusiastic light, with a smiling face like a damn angel.

"Hahaha, you should have said so earlier! Look at the mess this has made! I thought you wanted to play an electric shock game with me. Someone come and untie my brother! You have no sense of prophecy! How could you let the Primarch of the Empire be tied up like this!"
By the way, you won't hold a grudge against me for this, will you?

If Alpha hadn't been twitching involuntarily, he might have believed it. But he was at the mercy of others, and even if it was an act, he had to put on a smile.

"How could that be, Second Brother? I love your welcoming ceremony so much! Seriously, I've loved getting shocked since I was little. I feel uncomfortable if I don't get shocked every day."

When he got to the emotional part, Alpha couldn't help but shed tears, and even Mordred, the one who started it all, had to admire his acting skills.

But Mordred's next words completely broke Alpha down, and all light disappeared from its eyes.

"Someone, help our Princess Alpha change her clothes!"

(End of this chapter)