Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 71 The First Legion's Plea for Help

After two and a half years of relentless exploitation by the tech enthusiasts, Olympia has been ruined beyond recognition, and even Mordred's beloved pineapple is on the verge of extinction.

Fortunately, this situation is completely reversible. Given the Empire's overly advanced planetary terraforming technology, Olympia, which was not completely contaminated, can still be saved, and the solution is quite simple.

After all, Mordred isn't stupid. Why would she abandon a perfectly good world and seek out unhappiness? Who would praise suffering? Only by breaking free from suffering can one truly yearn for it.

After some backroom deals, with Mordred paying with an antique toaster, the group of tech enthusiasts readily agreed that improving the environment of Aoxing was their duty, and anyone who dared to cause trouble would die!

Perhaps having heard about the Dream Fleet and learned that the bio-weapon called the Mushroom was developed by Mordred, the Motor Guy held Mordred in high esteem, second only to the genius Tech Master, Felus.

The smooth transition disgusted Peturabo. She simply couldn't understand why a toaster could be used to deal with the oily man, and she couldn't understand how the Mechanical Church, which occupied one side of the Empire's Twin Eagles, could be so mercenary.

Watching the group of red-robed figures frantically scrambling for the bread machine, which eventually devolved into a physical academic exchange, Peturabo, bruised and battered, could no longer contain himself:

"Second brother, why are they like this? They look so unsteady?"

"Of course, it's my hard work and sweat that made them feel ashamed."

These words might have fooled him two years ago, but now anyone who actually believes them is a fool. Peturabo had long seen that something was wrong with his second brother. He never even bothered to put on an act, and now he's still trying to fool him. Does he really think he's Oglin?

"Come on, I think it's because you have something they covet, and they're afraid of you that they're being so easy to talk to."

Upon hearing this, Mordred stared in disbelief, clutching Perturabo's head and sighing, a smug expression on his face.
"Hey, I didn't expect you to start using your brain. You won't be so easy to fool anymore."

That's right. It's because I'm better than them that I'm so easy to talk to. Use your super wisdom more often, and don't get so easily carried away.

If you observe carefully, you will find many interesting things. For us brothers and sisters, manipulating others is a piece of cake, even Ruth can do it.

Don't look at me like that. My words may be harsh, but the principle is sound. I wouldn't even bother talking about others. I didn't actually ask you to manipulate others. This is called skillful control.

Remember this: you are a fully-fledged Primarch with sound thinking; you are the fourth princess of the Empire. As long as you're willing to use your brain, you can accomplish almost anything.

In the past, Perturabo would definitely have retorted, but now she can tell who is truly good to her. Even though Mordred is still that jerk, she has learned to listen to opinions.

However, as they talked, Mordred noticed that Perturabo had a shy expression on his face, staring at her with pleading eyes:

"What are you looking at? I'm telling you, if you keep acting like that, I'm going to slap you!"

"It's that, that big thing, you know what I mean."

"I understand? What do I understand?" Mordred suddenly realized something as he looked at Perturabo's slightly fawning smile, and his own lips curled into a grin.

"I understand, I understand. To celebrate the Iron Warriors' victory on their expedition, the world of Incarati will be sent immediately. It's yours."

However, on the other hand, this expedition wouldn't have been completed so quickly without my help. You have to grant me a small request.

I knew Mordred wouldn't give in so easily. After all, this is a complete forging world, especially a world like Incarati, which is right on our doorstep, is extremely valuable.

"What are your conditions first? I'm not someone who's so easy to deal with."

"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about, Peipei? The moment I saw you, I knew you were a good prospect and had to join my organization. Come on, I'll take you to a great place."

Without a word, Mordred grabbed Perturabo and ran all the way to his temporary flagship. After a few twists and turns, they pushed open a door to a secret chamber. Perturabo was puzzled as she looked at the peach tree laden with fruit in the center of the chamber, but before she could think about it, Mordred ripped off the curtain covering the wall, revealing the Atlas banner behind it.

"What does it mean?"

"What do you mean? Of course, it's to recruit you into our Second Empire. Once you join the Second Empire, you'll reap huge benefits."

"The Second Empire? You must be joking! The two of us can't possibly form a Second Empire, Father will kill me."

I knew this unlucky kid would say that. In order to prevent a situation like Russ's from happening again, Mordred prepared several more flags this time, just in case of such an emergency.

"Laughable! Open your eyes and take a good look. What do you mean it's just the two of us? Our Second Empire is full of talented people. It's not as bad as you make it out to be."

With a pull of the mechanism, four banners fluttered down, making Perturabo's scalp tingle. These four banners included Space Wolf, Son of the Emperor, Salamander, and even her own Iron Warrior.

"See? Let me tell you, I've taken care of Ruth of Fenris, Fugrim of Chemos, and Vulcan of Nocturne. And with your Iron Warriors included, our Second Reich now has a full five legions."

With his arm around Peturabo's shoulder, Mordred said smugly, "Pepe, your second brother wouldn't cheat you. I've already reserved a spot for you. Just wait and enjoy the good life!"

What good fortune have I enjoyed that you would do this to me? This is clearly forming cliques for personal gain. Mordred, you are so ambitious.

"Mordred, are you planning to stage another Pluto Gate coup? Don't drag me down with you if you're courting death!"

"What do you mean by courting death? The so-called Second Empire is just a mutually beneficial alliance agreement. If you don't like it, I can just change the name. Or you can call it the One Heart Society, or Super Tranquility, I'm not picky."

He was almost scared to death by that bastard, but then again, the alliance between multiple legions was indeed quite good; at least there was mutual support. Thinking of this, Peturabo was still a little uneasy.

"Are you sure this isn't forming cliques for personal gain, and that they've all joined?"

"How could you doubt me, Pepe? Everything I said is true. The only thing I haven't explicitly invited is Vulcan. Believe me! This even has Russ's autograph. Who could imitate that scribble?"

Besides, if something truly major were to happen that affected the empire, wouldn't we have someone to rely on?

After much deliberation, Peturabo still signed his name on the flag, completely unaware that this so-called Second Empire consisted of only two people.

Or perhaps she realized it, but she didn't say much. She just hoped that next time her bastard second brother was trying to fool people, he would make the props more detailed, at least not draw the fire lizard like a dog.

However, just as the two left the secret room and Mordred suggested finding something to eat, two distress messages arrived simultaneously in Olympia.

"Father, hurry and persuade that dimwitted Primarch to help us! Those damn Ultramarines haven't arrived yet, and we've been eating mushrooms for half a year! The Emperor wants the Iron Warriors here right now, mushrooms—"

This was a letter from Goff. Clearly, they weren't out of ammunition and supplies yet. As for why the Ultramarines were late, Mordred was completely unfazed and decided to include this extremely important information—that the Ultramarines would be late—in the Holy Scriptures.

The other letter requesting help made Mordred frown, because it was from Macardo, asking him to go and support the First Legion, who were fighting the Xenomorphs.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Most of the Empire's military force has gone to the Extreme Starfield, and the remaining seventeen expeditionary forces, led by Felus and Horus, are currently fighting aliens in the Pacific Starfield.

In other words, Tranquility is now the closest unit, but the question is why the First Legion needs Atlas's support? They are the First Legion!
In an instant, Mordred suddenly thought of an alien race, a powerful race that was bound to encounter the Second Legion.

"Ran Dan"

(End of this chapter)