Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 6: The Legion, Offspring, and the Twelve-Year-Old Father.

Longing is the farthest distance from understanding.

As a giant golden man specializing in attacks against humans, the Emperor is born with the powerful ability to charm people, which makes him invincible when communicating with others. Just like the halo of idiocy, he is even more arrogant than the overpowered protagonist.

However, this ability led the Emperor to develop a path dependency, and he never learned to communicate in his long life. Coupled with his almost fantastical social anxiety, this resulted in the Emperor's parenting skills being less human than those of the old shark next door.

Fortunately, Mordred had a wonderful childhood and met a wonderful father, Old Thomas, who was comparable to Euton, when she came here. She didn't need the so-called care from Emperor, her biological father.

He's not some kind of spoiled brat. Does he need someone to pamper him at his age?

On the contrary, in the course of their interactions over the past few days, these two equally morally ambiguous individuals have developed a kind of mutual appreciation between close friends who are known for their mischievousness.

After all, although the Emperor was despicable, he was right about one thing: for Mordred, there was nothing in the entire galaxy that he could cherish. Perhaps only the Emperor, this eternal old turtle, could alleviate his loneliness.

The two talked about various literary works from the 3K era, the past of human exploration of the stars, and the current state of human weakness and scatteredness, from that Age of Exploration.

It then turned into various criticisms and mockery, discussing whether humanity could instantly become great if the Empire had Ultraman, but in the end, it was still better to eat savory tofu pudding, and it ended with the sentence: I don't think this world should end like this.

"Old Huang, I think you've been too lenient in your treatment of the aliens!"

"Ah! Was I too kind?"

As soon as Mordred finished speaking, the Emperor looked at his equally wicked son with a slightly bewildered expression.

Since the Great Crusade began, the Emperor has been given all sorts of titles by the aliens, from tyrant to butcher, but never the word "merciful."

"That's right! You are indeed too kind, even to the point of being wasteful!"

Mordred, who was absorbing knowledge in the library, opened a file and pointed to the alien named Coles, saying:
"Take these lizard-like aliens for example, why do we want to completely exterminate them? We can raise them into pigs, since they won't kill anyone. We can make them into canned hair for our soldiers, wouldn't that be wonderful!"

With the technological prowess of those tech enthusiasts, using a combination of cloning, cultivation, and fully automated harvesting, even a single planet could provide enough protein to feed an entire galaxy.

We can even go further and transform these pigs into a cannon fodder army, create living wombs, manipulate them using Gestalt networks, and make them eat the corpses of their own kind and enemies to sustain their war effort, thus creating a bloody catastrophe.

"You can't even do something this simple? You're really embarrassing us 3K fellow villagers."

The Emperor understood now. He could see the efficiency of this war mode from just a few words of description. But the problem was, what was the difference between this and the crazy black technology madman who had gone mad before? It was just that the iron men had been replaced with biological weapons.

"No, this goes against the Empire's principles. Playing with aliens is a red line that the Empire cannot cross. You're going too far, my offspring."

“Then I have other options.”

Still not giving up, Mordred proposed a series of war criminal plans, including clone corps, warp fusion, scorched earth propulsion, and chemical ecstasy. These plans were completely contrary to the truth of the Empire, which excited the few guys who were eavesdropping behind the scenes so much that they raised their flags.

In the end, however, the emperor used his deep and genuine paternal love to make Mordred understand what the right path in the world was, and repeatedly warned him not to do such immoral things that would pollute the purity of the empire.

Looking at his rebellious son, who had been behaving himself for a moment before resuming his search for the Abomination Intelligence Files, the Emperor felt his blood pressure rise for the first time. He began to regret not having the heart to make this precious thing vanish into thin air.

But then he remembered the lingering psionic energy that the four gods had fought over when he saw Mordred, and he managed to calm his blood pressure, which was about to explode.

"Stop looking. The world of AI is too complex for you to grasp. You'd be better off spending that time visiting your legion. They've been kneeling for half a month already."

"Huh? Why are they kneeling!"

..............................

A peaceful world.

Before the Titan wreckage pierced by the spear of light, ten thousand Space Marines knelt on the ground, having not had a drop of water for half a month, awaiting their final judgment like the dead.

The initial joy of finding the father of genes was replaced by panic. The thought of their father being beaten in half and still refusing to look at them made the soldiers of the Second Legion feel like the sky had fallen.

Since the Great Crusade began, no legion has ever bombarded the Primarch. According to Imperial law, the Second Legion could be considered to have committed treason.

The ten company commanders who pressed the fire button together were trembling with fear and wailed incessantly on the internal channel.

“Goff, you’re a complete idiot! Why didn’t you do any scouting? Now we’re finished. We’re traitors to the Second Army. We almost killed my father.”

Company Commander Brian's accusations went unanswered, instead drawing ridicule from Company Commander Gawain:
"Shut up! You still have the nerve to talk about Goff? You were the one who suggested the bombing, and you call yourself a traitor to the Second Legion? The legion might not even exist anymore. Even if we atone with our deaths, the Soul Drinkers will still be ridiculed by the other legions. It's over!"

Gawain's words silenced everyone. It was indeed true. The Second Legion already had a bad reputation, and now it was burdened with the crime of patricide. If it weren't for wanting to see his father one more time, he probably would have already atoned with his death.

What's even more terrifying is that their Primarch has not even glanced at them yet, not even by executing them!

"So you kneel here to repent, wanting to see the Primarch one last time before being judged? But why don't you explain? Are you announcing a death?"

“Explanation? How can I explain!” Kneeling at the front, Goff’s voice sounded like he was about to cry as he excitedly spoke into the internal communication system: “I gave the order, I smashed my father, and when I came to the surface, my father was only half there. I couldn’t even find his buttocks.”

After receiving a reply, the voice came again.

"Are you afraid?"

"Yes, I am indeed afraid. I don't care about what the other legions say behind my back, but I'm afraid of seeing the disgust in the Father of Genetics' eyes. I don't want the beautiful things I'm pursuing to disappear. I'm just a coward."

Internal communications fell silent again, clearly indicating that all ten thousand Space Marines of the Second Legion shared this view, which left Mordred, who was eavesdropping, feeling utterly exhausted.

I thought to myself, "Is this my legion? Why are they all so fussy? Am I going to take over a group of kindergarten kids whose mental age is not even eight years old?"
At this moment, Mordred finally understood what it meant to be an emperor. Leading a group of grown-up children to conquer the galaxy was indeed no easy feat.

But when Mordred looked through the porthole and saw the ten thousand large men kneeling on the ground, heads bowed and trembling, the genetic connection made him realize that these people were his offspring.

"Alas, you are right, but I would rather not see my offspring kneeling before others, not even myself."

The sound inside the helmet began to distort, accompanied by gusts of air rustling through the grass, and the Stormbird's hatch, which had just landed, was pushed open from the inside.

Surrounded by a ring of fat dogs, Mordred, dressed only in a linen robe, walked with his back to the sun to his offspring.

"Stand up and let me see your offspring!"

The voice originating from the Lord of Genes instantly calmed the Second Legion's unease. As they raised their heads, they saw a smile that shone in the sunlight, like the most beautiful thing in the world.

An unparalleled sense of pride and happiness overwhelmed every soldier in the Second Legion, to the point that they could not even maintain their balance and could only rely on increasing the output of the servo motors to keep themselves still.

"Father, I...I..."

"Shh!"

A hand pressed down on Goff's head. Amidst 9999 eyes that wanted nothing more than to kill Goff, Mordred stopped his confession and said loudly:

"Children, warriors of the Second Legion, when I came to your side, I already felt your loyalty and indomitable spirit."

My proud children! The bond of blood connects us. You may not be perfect, but in a father's eyes, everything about you is my pride.

Even though suddenly having 10,000 more offspring might be a problem for me, we have plenty of time to work things out and accomplish our great mission!
I will not keep this glory to myself. In the name of Mordred Wayne, Lord of the Second Legion, I hereby promise that I will lead you to victory after victory.

Glory belongs to the Second Legion!

Waaaagh!!!

The long-suppressed desire was instantly satisfied. The warriors of the Second Legion welcomed their Primarchs. They cheered and rejoiced, celebrating their rebirth, howling like a bunch of silly children weighing over 500 pounds:

"Glory belongs to the Second Legion, Waaaagh!!!"

Meanwhile, two old men, one large and one small, were watching this scene on the ground through holographic projections.

"My lord, are you finally satisfied?" The old man in front of the chessboard raised his head and looked at the emperor, whose mouth was stretched to his back teeth, with eyes that were completely out of character for his aged appearance.

Yes, Macado, our plan has succeeded. The Second Legion will become a stabilizing force in Mordred, and we have gained an ally from beyond our destiny.

As for those dogs and donkeys still spying on him, I will settle accounts with them. With my supreme domineering will, I will surely blast those four pieces of trash into dust!

Ignoring the strange verbal tics, Macardo realized that the Emperor had been corrupted again, so he grabbed his cane and struck him with such force that it created a sonic boom in the room.

"Ugh~"

After a few dry heaves, the emperor reverted to his usual expressionless, burly self, but the smugness in his eyes remained unchanged.

[It's just mere cognitive pollution. As long as it can make humanity great again, it's all worth it. Besides, Mordred has become my offspring. With this profound connection, I'll definitely be the one laughing last!]

*Pfft...cough cough!*
My friend, what are you laughing at?

【I...I thought of something happy, but my lord, the future we glimpsed indicates that your offspring will...】

This time it was the Emperor's turn to lose his composure, but soon the big golden guy slammed his fist on the table and argued back.

The second child is different. Even though he's a bit abstract, I can see that he's the same kind of person as me, or even more human than I am. He has enviable blond hair and calls me "father!"

Upon hearing this, Makado suddenly felt an even heavier burden on his shoulders, but before he could speak, the door was kicked open from the outside.

"Old Huang, what little secret are you and Makado talking about? Come here, Dad has something to ask you."

(End of this chapter)