Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 55 Grant Me a Dream Called the Great Expedition

The question of which Primarch is the strongest has always been a hotly debated topic among the Empires, since electronic cricket fighting is a hobby that even humans 30,000 years from now enjoy.

Some say it is Horus, the son of the First King. This Lord of the Shadowmoon Wolves was personally taught by the Emperor for thirty years. He was at least a crown prince, and his Shadowmoon Wolves had conquered countless cities and strongholds. His literary and military talents were second to none.

Some people say that you are changing the subject, and that you are talking about who has the strongest military force, which has nothing to do with the influence of the legion. According to your logic, my Iron Hand is fully mechanized and enjoys the blessing of Ohm Messiah.

The entire Steel Hand is undoubtedly the most efficient fleet on the expedition, and Prince Felus is clearly the strongest! This prince, even at full power, can hold his own against the Titans.

In short, as the eight known Primarchs of the Empire, each of them has their own following, and each prince has his own fan club, much like virtual idols.

Even with a large number of die-hard fans, the general public and most legion warriors have roughly the same ranking.

That is, Horus, Feralus, and Lemanrus, these three with the "S" in their names, are the top three combatants. There is too little data on Rogdorn and Forgrim, but they should be roughly the same.

The remaining three are more interesting. Princess Alpha rarely appears in public and is always fighting against the Emperor's son. In addition, there is the handsome imperial man, Forgrim. Their paths are different, so they cannot be compared at all.

As for the last two, Mordred was unanimously placed second to last by everyone, since in everyone's eyes, Mordred and even Atlas were in the logistics department.

It's not that logistics aren't important, it's just that the general public loves sensational gossip. If Mordred weren't good-looking, she might not have been as attractive as the menacing black man, which is why she gained points based on her first impression.

But starting today, this so-called power ranking may be reshuffled. People have witnessed the entire process of Mordred's duel with Lemanrus, which can only be described as brutal, or even a one-sided beating.

The two fought from the top of the Titans down to the ground, then smashed through the floor of the upper street and fell down. With each powerful punch, a huge crater was smashed into the ground, and half of the hive was stained with the blood of both sides.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, the wolf king, already half-dead, chose to escape and plunged into the distant dark forest.

However, that wasn't the end of it. Mordred, already enraged, gave chase, and everyone could see the violent explosions echoing through the forest.

In order to witness this rare clash of titans, Atlas, always eager for excitement, even set up a betting pool, one to twelve, on how many days the Wolf King could last.

It's possible that Ruth felt a sense of familiarity with Mordred at first glance. The Wolf Pack's discipline wasn't much better; they were the only legion requiring a disciplinary force, and like Atlas, they were all incredibly devoted.

On the surface, they vehemently condemned the conflict, almost to the point of a fight, but behind the scenes, they were placing bets faster than anyone else, with many wolves going all in. They even said that the duel of glory needed to be embellished, and told others to fight them if they dared.

Soon, Atlas and Space Wolf began a full-scale battle. No one died, since first blood doesn't kill anyone, but many were missing limbs.

The bloodthirsty masses in the peaceful world were thoroughly entertained, and Khorne, who had been spying all along, was even more thrilled. The noise made the other three wish they could throw this noisy stray dog ​​out, until the man stepped forward, picked up the chessboard, and smashed it on Khorne's head.

"Noisy!"

This was quite alarming. The Sea of ​​Souls was thrown into turmoil once again. The four armies of gods and demons came together and began a new round of chaotic fighting. The most eye-catching of them all was the golden sun that was running around like a madman, stirring up trouble everywhere.

Finally, after being relentlessly beaten by Mordred for two days and two nights, and nearly blown up by a toad, Ruth finally couldn't take it anymore. Although he didn't shit himself, he was nearly dead and was dragged back by Mordred like a dead dog.

Meanwhile, Mordred was also in a bad mood. She only knew that Ruth was pretending to be stupid, but who knew that he also had psionic abilities, and might even be as good as Pony.

It was thanks to his superb skills that he managed to withstand the damage and relentlessly attack, relying solely on numerical values ​​without any technique.

"Russ, remember this: your second brother will always be your second brother. Go back and cut your hair, shave your beard, and wash off all that mud. If you're still looking like this, I'll beat you up again, you hear me?"

"I heard you." How could the Wolf King dare to say no? He had only come to deliver a message and also wanted to test this brother, but who knew that the information was wrong.

That black-skinned, black-hearted Vulcan actually fooled me, leaving only half of what he said. He only said that the second son was ambitious, but didn't say that he could beat me up. He wrote the other half in his diary.
If Vulcan heard this, he would definitely protest his innocence, since he said Mordred's lack of fighting ability was in comparison to the Emperor, and you didn't even ask him.

Perhaps seeing that Mordred's anger had subsided, Ruth, who had almost been beaten to a pulp, no longer harbored resentment and instead began to recount the tasks the Emperor had assigned to the two brothers.

"Mordred."

"Call second brother!"

"Alright, Second Brother, why do you keep emphasizing this? Father told me that we brothers are on a planet called Olympia, and he specifically sent me here to find you, saying that you can foresee the future. Do you and Father have some little secret?"

Mordred couldn't possibly have any secrets. He thought to himself that Old Man Huang sent Ruth to find him so that he could see who would betray him and be prepared.

What's the point of all this? The future has already been completely disrupted. Forgrim has mutated into a little imp. He would be better off improving his parenting skills.

“There are no secrets. Our Second Legion has no secrets. Old Huang is just too lazy to take care of the kids, so he left this mess to us two brothers.”

The thought of his own childhood behavior filled Ruth with a deep loathing for childcare. He knew the Empire inside and out, and was a complete scumbag.

This is why his legion remained outside the empire, only accepting orders from the emperor himself. Even though this was indeed the case, he ultimately earned the infamous reputation of being the internal police.

"Then why don't you take charge, Second Brother? You're not going out anyway, and I need to focus my energy on military affairs! The Great Expedition can't be without me."

Mordred felt like she'd heard that phrase somewhere before, and upon closer inspection, realized it was just the Emperor's excuse for taking care of the children:
"No, I've started participating in the Great Expedition too. You said that brother's world is called Olympia, I know who that is. He's a complete problem child, we'll both have a lot of trouble then, don't even think about running away."

The wolf king, dragged along the ground, had nothing to say. He simply closed his eyes and dozed off. He had been beaten for two days and couldn't take it anymore.

But as soon as Mordred finally emerged from the forest, he witnessed an extremely unsettling scene: Atlas and the Space Wolf had set up a grandstand, with odds displayed on a screen behind them, and they were betting on him.

Not only did these rebellious sons not help, they also set up gambling dens. Mordred wrote them all down in his little notebook, intending to deal with them when he got back.

He then took out all his savings and went all in, not caring about bullying the weak. He just loved crushing the noobs, and today he was going to bully the little wolf cubs.

Every wolf is eager to fight the Primarch, regardless of whether they can win or not. Even if they are defeated in one move, they can still brag that they once narrowly lost to the Primarch by one move, since they won't die from the first blood anyway.

As for what to do with their own original body, please! Father's eyes are wide open, he's just pretending to be dead, they're not blind.

If Ruth could hear his offspring's thoughts, he probably wouldn't say anything, since that's just how Fenris's customs are.

Under the brilliant starry sky, two legions gathered around the campfire, drinking heartily. Occasionally, they would go up on stage only to be knocked down by the Primarch in one move, and amidst a chorus of boos, they would boast about their nonsensical claims.

Even though cultures and customs differ, that's just how people are; they always manage to steal a moment of peace from their busy lives.

The boundary between Space Marines and mortals vanished at this moment, and everyone was dreaming about the future, discussing the great glory they would receive after the Great Crusade succeeded.

And this honor will be bestowed upon them by the Emperor himself, just as the Lord of Man promised the Imperial Truth.

No one would doubt any of this!
(End of this chapter)