Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 65 Titan Training Method
The so-called Titan Training Method is a training program developed by Mordred based on his own situation and data from other Primarchs.

Its core idea is to unleash the potential of the original being between life and death, and gradually increase it until it surpasses the limit and becomes the ultimate being.

Mordred believes that you can only deal damage if you're alive. If you get killed by some unknown area-of-effect attack, you might as well go home and raise dinosaurs. At least dinosaurs are valuable from head to toe. You can ride them, eat their meat, and make bags from their leather.

It sounds far-fetched, but it's actually quite scientific. After all, Mordred himself can do it. He can now withstand bombardment from ship-borne light spears without dying, and if he's lucky, he can even leave with a whole corpse.

In terms of destructive power, Mordred is at least as strong as a dog and can go toe-to-toe with a tank. If you also take into account the Hunter's Armor and various skill enhancements, Mordred, being a tank, could potentially take down a general if he launches a sneak attack.

But only Peturabo herself knew how terrible this training plan was, and she had already begun to regret it.

The tall, rapidly maneuvering humanoid dodged the barrage of artillery fire. Even the weakest Warhound-class Titan possessed terrifying firepower.

Compared to other models, the Warhound is more agile, especially this Dire Wolf variant, which was bombarded by the 20-meter-tall steel behemoth, practically courting death.

And that's exactly what happened. With a small mistake, Peturabo was caught in a hail of artillery fire, blasted away, and thrown to the ground, groaning in pain.

In other words, the Primarch's body was tough enough that any other carbon-based life form would have been killed without a trace by the barrage of fire.

But that wasn't all. To mock Peturabo, Mordred shamelessly brought along Kelly Fanny's entire family, and together with her offspring, built a viewing platform, attracting people to watch her suffer a humiliation by giving away eggs.

He then seized control of the Titan and used the sonic boomerang to taunt it loudly:
"Tch, this Peipei is such a loser! You want to get stronger? Stand up, don't let me look down on you, face me, you wimp!"

Clearly, Mordred's taunt had its effect. With the Primarch's super healing ability, Perturabo once again stood on the earth and launched a desperate charge.

"I'm going to blast you apart!"

"Good, such domineering spirit is indeed worthy of my sister. Take this blow from my Heavenly Origin Breakthrough!"

The warhound, wielding a giant drill, leaped high into the air and appeared in front of Perturabo in an extremely unscientific way. Before Perturabo could dodge, it launched a Titan-sized flying kick with a force of over 100 tons, sending her flying into the starry sky.

To create a more dramatic visual effect, Mordred would bombard Peturabo with cannon fire whenever she fell downwards, executing an extreme aerial attack that drew cheers and tears of joy from the Atlas.

"Wow! This is Ning Jing's unique chivalrous spirit. She truly deserves to be our father."

Watching the steel behemoth suddenly become inexplicably hot-blooded, shouting out bizarre move names while frequently resorting to underhanded tactics, every spectator revealed a genuinely bloodthirsty smile.

In contrast, Peturabo was not in such a good state. Half of his bones were broken, and he instantly realized that he was no match for the enemy. He could only seize the opportunity to fall to the ground and become the Olympia runaway girl.

Come to think of it, even an Archangel, a Primarch of great stature, relies on high mobility to decapitate the cockpit of a Titan. Only a Butcher's Spike wet item would appreciate a Titan's 800-yard sweaty feet. It's so relatable.

"Hmph! Trying to escape? Dream on."

Titan is not such an inconvenient thing. As a colossus determined to build Atlas into a global behemoth, this war dog has long been so heavily modified that even its own machine soul does not recognize it.

The plasma reactors, now dual-engine, overheated rapidly, providing the machine with a continuous and powerful thrust. Boosted by the vectoring nozzles, it even briefly floated into the air.

The dream of flying bricks with great strength is never just a dream; it's just that you don't have enough motivation.

"Oh? You want to dance too, my Banana Wolf!"

“(#`O′)”

Mordred felt the excited roar of the machine spirit. In the instant it floated up, seventy-two hunter drones shot out, using their twin heavy bomb guns to give our lovely Perturabo photon skin rejuvenation. In just one salvo, they blew her into a roasted chicken.

Enraged, Perturabo cursed, "You son of a bitch Mordred, you're still chasing me!" "You're running away? I'll break your legs! Want my 30mm cannon? Thunderbolt XV, fire!"

All sorts of new weapons were used one by one, and the so-called training program had long deviated from its original purpose, turning into Atlas's weapons combat test.

The training lasted for three whole days, and the audience had all left. The ammunition was replenished twice, and Peturabo was bombed to death as a target, undergoing a physical rebirth.

It's alright that Perturabo is naked, but there are children in the audience, so Mordred thoughtfully added a thick layer of mosaic to the screen to ensure it wouldn't be indecent.

Amidst the exhilarating cheers of the machine spirits, Mordred opened the cockpit and left the beloved Titan he had named "Banana Wolf." It took him quite a while to finally spot Perturabo amidst a pile of shrapnel:
"Are you still alive? Say something!"

"Gulp—let me go, I'll never do it again."

At this point, the word "miserable" cannot even begin to describe Peturabo's condition. He was utterly despondent, his pride shattered by physical force, and his body parts replaced countless times.

Its self-healing ability has indeed been greatly enhanced, and it doesn't cry out in the face of pain, showing a fearless attitude.

"If you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? My training plan clearly stated that you should practice evasion using the Knight first, but you wouldn't listen. You deserve it."

Peturabo remained silent; she no longer had the strength to argue. What did she care about self-reliance and being far ahead? All she wanted was to get a good night's sleep.

Seeing that no one was around, Mordred had no choice but to grab a shovel and scoop the brat out of the pit, then find a white cloth to wrap him up and call the Iron Warriors over to clean the floor.

As a Stormbird transport plane landed, the long-prepared Ashbringers rushed over with a stretcher, inserted various medical instruments, and immediately put their Primarch into a high-end ICU suite.

"Second Uncle, I feel like something's wrong with Mother."

"Are you saying she's too weak? Or too good-natured?"

Fricks and the other Space Marines nodded and shook their heads sheepishly. They did love their Primarch very much, but compared to Mordred, Perturabo seemed inferior in every way.

"Second Uncle, as you know, since the start of the Great Expedition, every battlefield we Iron Warriors have faced has been the most brutal and difficult to conquer. But Mother was just too naive."

Due to Mordred's interference, the Battle of Incaration, which was supposed to break the backbone of the Fourth Army, ended up becoming Atlas's debut.

This resulted in Peturabo not carrying out any eleven-killing, and most of these Terran veterans who were most loyal to the Emperor survived.

In addition, Perturabo was too young, and although his family of origin had many minor problems, he didn't have any external pressure at all. He was even more comfortable than Guilliman, at least King Connor was really dead.

If Peturabo hadn't fallen to Olympia, but instead had been surviving in the Caliban wilderness, or even more extreme in Qatar, Mordred couldn't imagine how powerful she would have been, and she certainly wouldn't be the impulsive, spoiled princess she is now.

This led even the Iron Warriors to feel that their Primarch seemed unreliable, which had nothing to do with loyalty; it was simply human nature.

Patting his eldest nephew on the shoulder, Mordred felt a deep sense of misfortune for his family; just when the eldest was no longer troubled, the youngest was:

"You guys are such a bunch of spineless cowards. You have to be beaten eleven times to teach you what it means to be steel inside and out, right? But who told your second uncle to always be your second uncle?"

"I have a plan that can restore the Steel Warrior's sight from the dead, and bring Peturabo back to life from the ashes!"

　I suddenly realized that many of the equipment descriptions are not very vivid, so I'll be including more pictures in the future; that should improve the effect.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)