Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 60 As long as Mrs. Euton is here, everything will be alright.

Dressed in traditional Olympian attire, Peturabo's eyes were filled with joy; to her, it was all so wonderful.

Similar to the events that unfold after all Primarchs are found by the Emperor, on the mountaintop, the giant golden figure transforms into a ruthless, scripted servant, devoid of any emotion, relying entirely on verbal sparring to brainwash Perturabo.

What imperial truth, making humanity great again, the significance of the Great Crusade, I am your father, you must listen to me—in short, all empty slogans filled with clumsy PUA golden fantasies.

If the Emperor were to use this to fool Mordred, he would at least be called an idiot, which would then escalate into a mutual insult and mudslinging, followed by an unrestricted fighting tournament like thugs, and finally, he would use psionic powers to beat up his unfilial son.

The problem is that Mordred is unique, and this trick works incredibly well on other Primarchs. Plus, with the yellow-skinned humans' special attack, every single one of them was charmed into a dog-like boy.

In just half a day, Peturabo's eyes were filled with nothing but the Emperor's voice, appearance, and smile, which made Mordred feel uneasy and completely forget the face he had when he was manipulating the people.

To help Perturabo better integrate into the Empire, he was kicked off a cliff along with Mordred. Ruth, who was trying to sneak away, was caught and became Perturabo's human guide.

Looking at her brother, who stood before her expressionless but sighed frequently, Perturabo could no longer bear it and asked the question she had always wanted to ask:

Why do you sigh every time you look at me? Are you targeting me?

"Sigh~" Ruth glanced at her nominal fourth sister, especially lingering on her incredibly imposing front armor for a moment, and said:

“You don’t understand. My second brother and I have no fun anymore. The Titan early education machine he promised to give me is gone. Our engineering corps is completely finished. I don’t even want to think about what will happen when those people see you. I hope my second brother’s prediction is not true.”

Perturabo couldn't understand Russ's strange tales at all, but she could sense that it all had something to do with the brother named Mordred. Her father's hasty departure was also because of him, which made Perturabo feel resentful that her father's love had been stolen.

But then Perturabo thought again, perhaps Mordred was discussing important matters with the Emperor. How could my father not love me? It must be something important. Once my father is done, he will surely think of me instead of sending this barbarian over.

Yes, just from Ruth's sarcastic remark, Perturabo began his self-attack, attacking his right brain with his left brain, revealing the father-fixation inherent in all Primarchs.

However, the emperor that Peturabo saw as handling important matters was not at all what she had imagined. Instead, he was squatting in a corner with Mordred, questioning the meaning of life, and the whole room was filled with deadly toxic smoke.

"Old Huang, tell me the truth, when you created the Primogen, did you make a woman? Tell me now, or I'll have to kneel down and beg you."

Mordred looked utterly hopeless. He had realized that he hadn't entered a proper Warhammer world, but he still clung to a sliver of hope.

"No, I can guarantee that when the Primarchs were created, all 20 Primarchs were male templates, and the only one that was neither male nor female was you."

Upon hearing this, Mordred no longer cared that the Emperor was mocking him for not being human, and simply sat down on the ground.

It is clear that Perturabo's change is due to Slaanesh's underhanded tactics, which has directly disrupted Mordred's future plans. Who knows what surprises might follow?

Since the Emperor himself had not yet ascended to godhood, his prophetic abilities during the early stages of the Great Crusade were inconsistent, and with Mordred acting as a disruptive element, no one knew what the future held.

Fortunately, there was no one else around, only Mordred, who resembled a son but was more like a mischievous friend, standing beside him. The Emperor's humanity suddenly erupted, and he spoke:

"You bastard, say something! Stop playing the riddle-solving game."

Mordred never imagined that one day the Emperor would call him the Riddler, so he could only say:

"Do you think I want to be a riddle teller? Let's forget about Old Man Pei for now. The most important thing right now is Guilliman, ugh! Tell me how Guilliman is doing, is his mother still alive?" "Number Thirteen is normal, but I don't like him. Guilliman has become indecisive, completely deviating from the role I initially gave him. As for that woman you mentioned, you can judge for yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light shot out from the emperor's eyes, projecting an image onto the wall like a slideshow, which Mordred watched in amazement.

In the image, Guilliman, wearing a golden laurel wreath and sporting a head of arrogant blond hair, exudes unparalleled confidence and a rare innocence as he introduces something to the camera, that is, the Emperor:
"Father, this is a local specialty of Macurag, made from the unique coconut meat of Koster, called Coconut Popo. I'm sure you'll love it."

Mordred had a feeling something was off. What the hell was 'Coconut Heart Bobo'? What genius came up with that name?

"No, this isn't right! You're eating your dog donkey quite well. Put down a bit, I want to see Mrs. Euton."

Impatient Mordred grabbed the Emperor by the hair and told him to fast forward. There was nothing to see in the gay man, the key was Yoton!

However, this tug had serious consequences. He pulled without restraint, tearing out a handful of hair, instantly turning the emperor's face dark. A powerful blow followed:
"What's the rush? I'll say it again: as the emperor, only I have the right to swear. If you lay a hand on me again, I'll beat you to a pulp, you piece of trash."

Mordred, who had been slapped for no reason, wanted to retaliate, but then she thought better of it and sat down smoothly, quietly putting the tuft of hair into her pocket.

Soon, a middle-aged woman dressed in consul's robes, or ancient Roman robes, appeared in the frame. The moment Mordred saw her, she felt a sense of relief.
"Thank goodness, thankfully it's not some ridiculous world like Gay Thirteen. As long as Mrs. Eudon is here, everything will be alright."

Look at this great mother, she can live at least another 50 years. Old man Huang, can't you learn from her? If you had half of Mrs. Euton's skill, you could have made it all the way to Orion on the Great Expedition. You useless Haki Huang.

Mordred, feeling much more at ease after taking another punch, grabbed Old Man Huang and wouldn't let go, insisting that he show him all the Primarchs he hadn't seen before.

After all, besides the timeline of Gay Thirteen, who knows what other ridiculous worldviews might appear? Take advantage of this opportunity to think about them.

The emperor knew the matter was of great importance. Although his fate had been completely disrupted, he still clung to a sliver of hope and tried to cheat.

However, after watching for an entire afternoon, including the scene where Horus was grinning foolishly with the ring, Mordred still couldn't figure out what kind of world this was, until a scene flashed by.

"Stop! Rewind! What was that just now?"

A flash of golden light appeared, and the previous frame was frozen on the wall—the scene of the Emperor launching the Great Crusade and giving a passionate speech in Holy Terra.

But that wasn't what Mordred was focused on; he spotted three naked men wearing very little clothing in the corner.

Those lewd eyes, those bronze muscles gleaming after being coated with essential oil—all these proved that these three were the cream of the crop, and most importantly, they were all members of the Imperial Guard.

A burst of rousing music automatically played in Mordred's mind, sounding like a very old song. Coupled with the Emperor's extraordinary strength and his habit of swearing at the drop of a hat, a bold conjecture formed in Mordred's mind.

"Damn, so I'm a comedic character!"

"So that means I didn't spread any rumors at all. You yellow weasel, you really did transform into a Roman she-wolf."

Overjoyed, Mordred laughed out loud and hugged the Emperor tightly beside him, pleading:
"Brother, I've never asked anyone for anything in my life. Please change back quickly so I can..."

boom--

(End of this chapter)