Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 66 Steel inside and outside
Inside the Abomination, in a laboratory undetectable by any detector, Mordred is unusually examining Peturabo's body.

Various kinds of shrapnel were removed one by one and then quickly sewn up. Mordred picked out three kilograms of metal fragments from just one thigh, which made the pharmacists nod in approval.

Just like the four major pitfalls of biochemistry, environmental science, and materials science, even in the 30K era, pharmacists and technical sergeants were the most difficult pitfalls within pitfalls.

These two specialties, one focusing on mechanical repair and the other on personnel repair, seem crucial in the legion's organizational structure, but in reality, they are extremely unpopular positions.

Not only is the knowledge required to be incredibly complex, but after returning from studying on Mars, one must also be kept on for evaluation to see whether one is loyal to the Cult of Mechanics or the Legion.

Even if you prove that you're loyal to the Legion, life won't be easy from now on. Others will jump ship to help you stay behind, and you'll be stuck either in the medicine room or the hangar.

They only remember you when someone dies or their equipment breaks. Some Space Marines don't even know you exist in their company, and encountering you unexpectedly is like seeing a ghost.

However, there are exceptions to every rule. The technical sergeants of the Iron Hand have a high status, and they are all highly skilled in their craft, and can even become company commanders.

Taking advantage of Perturabo's feigned death, Mordred naturally wouldn't let this rare opportunity pass, and directly summoned two well-known apothecaries from the Legion to observe.

This was a purely academic discussion, devoid of any ideological distinctions. Every nerve, every organ, and even the slightest biological reaction of the progenitor drew gasps of amazement from the crowd, who exclaimed at the Emperor's exquisite skill.

After observing for a while, almost everyone was happy, except for Peturabo, who was lying on the operating table acting as a cadaver, who was in a bad mood and kept feeling like he was the same as the pig's head meat on the stall.

Mordred's explanations always drew cheers from the crowd, including many Iron Warriors, who felt like they were the original genetic material of the group! She seemed like an outsider.

As the crowd dispersed, Peturabo immediately jumped up and grabbed Mordred's arm, refusing to let go.

"Second brother, why can you earn everyone's respect, but I can't?"

After speaking, Perturabo stared at Mordred with a sincere expression. She realized that Mordred was the type of person who responded better to gentle persuasion than force. Asking him directly was more effective than anything else, as long as you were willing to swallow your pride.

As expected, Mordred answered the question immediately, her gentle tone sending chills down Perturabo's spine:
“Peipei, I know you are a strong-willed person, but to truly convince people, you need real skills. For example, I rely on hard work and sweat.”

Take the Titan training method from before, for example; I could truly defeat an enemy with a single blow.

To make her words more convincing, Mordred even released a precious video of herself unleashing her ultimate attack, leaving Perturabo speechless.

"This is impossible. Why is there such a big difference between us? Am I not their biological child?"

"No, no, you are definitely Old Man Huang's biological son. Didn't I just say that my achievements are all due to hard work and sweat?"

Peturabo was certain it was the truth, but it was precisely because it was the truth that she felt unbalanced. Why? They were born of the same parents, so why didn't she receive better power?

Without even guessing, Mordred knew what the unfortunate kid was thinking just by looking at his expression. For someone like that, you can't give her time to think, so she gave Perturabo a hard flick on the head.

"Look at you, overthinking again. I've already said it's all about hard work and sweat. What good is just thinking? I didn't become this powerful overnight." Mordred released another precious video, showing him when he first returned to the Legion, engrossed in listening to Tzeentch's private lessons on his learning machine.

It also included a scene where Mordred dumped government affairs on Goff, but Mordred cleverly edited out the following content, and in the blink of an eye, it was a scene of quiet, rapid development.

The completely inhuman work schedule and the high-intensity workload that could drive anyone crazy made Peturabo's scalp tingle.

"In other words, as long as I'm willing to work hard, I can also be respected by thousands like you and gain the legion's heartfelt trust."

Mordred patted Peturabo on the shoulder, nodding like a good older brother and offering words of encouragement:
"What do you mean by 'like me,' Pepe? Although you think I'm targeting you, I'm just disappointed in you! I'll always believe that my sister is a genius, and your future achievements will definitely surpass mine."

When it comes to talking nonsense and being shameless, Mordred is indeed clearly the Emperor's favorite son. After being flattered like this, Perturabo immediately thought he was good again and hugged Mordred tightly.

"Second brother, I misunderstood you. I thought you were a selfish, twisted, stupid, perverted, and petty bastard. I didn't expect you to think so highly of me. I will never curse you behind your back again."

"Hey, siblings don't hold grudges overnight. How could I be petty? I've forgotten all 762 words you used to insult me. Do you know why I'm so good to you?"

"Good?" Perturabo's brain raced as he recalled every detail of his experiences over the past month. He was beaten up right from the start and then bombed by Titans for three whole days. There was no way he could be associated with the word "good" at all.

"Oh, why is that?"

Mordred pinched his silly little sister's chubby cheeks, already imagining Perturabo's future grotesque appearance, but he still kept a straight face and shouted loudly:

"Because I know Pepe is the best! She will never let me down."

As soon as the words were spoken, Peturabo's mind went blank. In his entire life, apart from his sister, no one had ever praised him like that; all they had ever done was covet his extraordinary wisdom.

When Perturabo thought of his sister, he seemed to see a resemblance to Kelfanie in Mordred, especially the little gesture of stroking his hair, which was exactly the same.

As the saying goes, natural talent can overcome arrogance, and Mordred's straight shot completely boosted his popularity in Peturabo's heart.

If Mordred were to follow his own ideas, he would be better off dying now and then finding some unlucky guy to frame; that would be quite interesting.

Mordred wasn't crazy; he wouldn't risk his life. He just wanted this unfortunate kid to be normal and not be forced to become a major contributor to the rebellion.

"Wake up, stop being so self-satisfied. Time is tight and the task is heavy. You still have a lot to do. I will be strict with you."

Don't forget, "steel inside and out" isn't just a slogan. Are you prepared to suffer?

"Ready at all the time!"

(End of this chapter)