Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 89, flatten the wheels, release the safety!

Dancers in beautiful long gowns are gracefully dancing, together with musicians, using their performance to please the flawless, towering giant.

The powerful figures who once ruled over the entire Hive City 5 have vanished, but the dancers know they haven't disappeared; they've simply turned into a pool of forgotten, broken flesh and blood, sweeping away the bottom of the Hive City that they will never visit.

The tall warriors in black armor cheered and jumped for joy, enjoying the food while humming off-key tunes and pouring themselves a glass of strong liquor to coax the pleasing, thin Primarch.

For Koz, he didn't understand what brotherhood meant, nor did he understand why these people would give him food, but he knew that the plate of grouse cutlets was delicious, much better than those rats.

"Koz, do you love the Emperor or your second brother?"

"I love my second brother!"

The indistinct sound reached his ears, instantly causing Mordred to burst into arrogant laughter. He didn't know what he was enjoying, but he just felt great.

Happiness is contagious. Seeing their father so happy, the Atlas members all took out food to feed him. Only Coz, being a Primarch, would have been stuffed to death long ago.

Through food, Mordred gradually learned about the little thing's experiences over the past six months, which could only be described as miserable.

Because of the simple and honest nature of the people of Noztramo, when Koz, who had smashed through the earth's crust, woke up, there was nothing to eat. The people there regarded him as a monster and began to hunt him down relentlessly.

This forced him to flee back and forth through underground caverns, replenishing his energy with groundwater and rat meat. Even his name was something he came up with after devouring the brain of a pursuer.

Mordred felt a pang of heartache looking at his extremely malnourished, filthy but incredibly hungry little brother. After all, while Tranquility was dangerous, its natural environment was unparalleled, where one could eat as much grass as one wanted.

"Eat slowly, no one will take it from you. From now on, if your second brother has a bite to eat, you will have a bite to eat too. Your hard days are over."

"Yes, yes, come to Atlas, and we'll guarantee you a constant supply of delicious food every day. When you're a bit older, we'll take you to a bathhouse for massages; the Eldar masseuses there are really amazing."

Although he didn't know what Eldar Technicians were, Koz could sense the pure goodwill these guys had for him. This pure goodwill, untainted by any scheming or calculation, moved Koz deeply.

The young Primarch, with only simple values, decided to repay the slightly greasy giant with a gift. He pulled a dried rat from his tattered cloth and handed it to Brian:

"It's delicious! You can have it!"

This incredibly cute scene melted Brian's heart. He took the mousetrap and stuffed it into Tom's mouth, saying that he was full and that Tom should enjoy it!
Tom was just a scoundrel, but he wasn't stupid. How could he possibly eat that filthy, smelly rat? He spat it right in Brian's face and raised his fist to punch him.

As fellow legion commanders, Atlas had no superiority or inferiority among them; they simply had different preferences and specializations. The two fought fiercely, drawing cheers from the crowd.

The dancers and maids were terrified, fearing that if they displeased these people, they would all be killed.

Mordred couldn't hide their little schemes from him, but he was more concerned about where Coz had gotten the rat from, which trembled at the mention of it.

If you don't look closely, it's fine, but a shake made Mordred feel disgusted. All sorts of snacks were thrown out, such as rats, cockroaches, and unknown chunks of meat, all falling out of the rag on Koz's body.

"Little guy, you're pretty good at hiding! Don't go picking up mice for me to eat in the future, making it seem like I can't afford to feed you. I have plenty of money."

"No, I can't stand it anymore! You stink! Even the Oglins of Atlas bathe regularly; you stink even more than a wild Oglin!"

However, even after being repeatedly lectured, Coz still did not give up those delicious rat chips. When Mordred was not paying attention, he stuffed the rats into his mouth again, and no one could stop him. He even said that he could not waste food.

The good news is that the child is very sensible; the bad news is that he's sensible in the wrong way. Seeing the little guy who wouldn't even give up on a mouse's tail, Mordred's impression of Noztramo worsened.

Seeing Mordred's strange expression, Coz thought he was about to lose his meal ticket and huddled up, no longer daring to touch the delicious food on the table.

Protecting one's young is human nature, and even Space Marines are no exception. This scene left everyone feeling uneasy, and their anger was barely contained.

"Father, I can't take it anymore. Let's kill everyone here."

"Kill! They must be killed. Not a single one of them can be spared. They dared to make my brother suffer like this. I don't think any of them will live."

"Kiaran, how much longer until you find your way out?"

The Eldar girl, whose name was called, shuddered and immediately assured him that it would be over soon, and that the Abomination would be able to change course from the warp and fly over Mandel Point in three hours.

The reply was satisfactory. While there was still time, Mordred decided to give the little dirty ball in her hand a good wash. As one of the few humans standing at the top of the planetary pyramid, the Spire of the Nest City was incredibly luxurious, with extremely complete facilities, even including an artificial lake for fishing, and bathrooms inlaid with various unknown gemstones.

"Damn it, the floor is PVC, the frame is ceramic steel, and this bathtub is made of pure gold! I've never felt this good before. Koz, why are you running? Get over here right now!"

Grabbing Koz, who was trying to escape, Mordred tore off his tattered clothes on the spot. Looking at his small body covered in mud, which could be rubbed clean with a single touch, Mordred threw him into the pool.

"Let me go, I don't want to take a bath!" Koz cried out sharply as he struggled repeatedly, and it was at this moment that he began to act like a child.

Mordred, who might have come up with the Titan training method, was not about to be fooled by this little thing. He pulled out Ashbringer and swung it at Koz, shaving off a tuft of messy black hair from his scalp.

"No, you love taking baths the most. Sit still and behave yourself. Look how dirty you are now! Otherwise, you won't get any food later!"

Using food to intimidate Koz was extremely effective. Having eaten his fill, he no longer wanted to endure hunger. Even though he was in excruciating pain, he obediently sat in the pool and endured the maids repeatedly washing him with brushes.

One pool after another of black water was drained away over a full three hours. By the end, the maids were exhausted and finally managed to scrub off the layer of old mud from Koz's body, revealing the pale skin underneath.

After being carefully groomed, Mordred was very satisfied with Koz, who had finally gotten rid of his big black rat image.

But for some reason, he always felt that his brother's demeanor was a bit sleazy. Although he wasn't a big black rat anymore, he looked more like a big white rat.

"This must be an illusion. You guys did a good job and deserve to live. Stay in your rooms quietly for a while, or don't blame me if you die."

The pardoned maid hurriedly retreated, but Coz refused, climbing onto Mordred and saying:
"Second brother, they are guilty. I saw it with my own eyes."

"What did you see?"

Sitting on Mordred's shoulders, Koz thought for a moment and began to describe the scene he had seen:
"Those people passed by the place where we just ate and secretly took some food with them, then brought it to their homes. That's theft!"

"So what are you going to do?" Mordred asked, turning his head to look at Koz's wet little head.

"Bring the food back?" Koz was a little unsure, but he gave his answer.

Thankfully, it wasn't some kind of brutal murder involving skinning and dismembering people to make human skin kites. Mordred was glad she arrived early enough that Kurtz hadn't yet turned into that crazed midnight ghost.

As Mordred strode out, he spoke to the cultist on his shoulder:
"Old Eight, aren't you being a bit too extreme? They didn't kill or set fires; they just took some leftovers home to eat. What's wrong with that?"
And think about it, why would they steal leftovers? It's because they need to fill their stomachs. If everyone could have enough to eat, they wouldn't be doing this!

Koz couldn't understand why Mordred would answer that way; with his rather simplistic worldview, he simply couldn't comprehend why.

But being young has its advantages. Mordred has plenty of time to educate Kurtz, not necessarily to develop him in all aspects of life, but at least to make him a normal person like herself.

But Mordred also knew that he had no idea how to take care of a child. The previous parenting style was not suitable for Kurtz. He was too young, and he didn't want to ruin him!
With a swift push of the doors and windows, Morered, standing atop the hive, picked up Koz and lifted him high, gesturing for the little boy to look up at the dark sky of Noztramo.

Was that a shooting star?

"No, that is Atlas, the blade of Mordred, and a judgment called death."

"Kortz! Crime can never be completely eradicated, but if you exponentially increase the risk, people will start to question whether it's worth it?"

Koz seemed to understand, but it was also somewhat impossible for him to understand. The cold wind blew against the corner of his clothes, making the little bat's bottom feel cold after taking a bath, but he dared not move, for fear that he might accidentally fall down.

He could only stare blankly at the so-called second brother who had fed him, but fortunately, Brian's arrival saved Coz from his slightly awkward situation.

"Father, our main force has arrived. Shall we proceed with the next step of the plan?"

"Go ahead. By the way, how tall are Lemanrus's road wheels again? Never mind, let's just go with the personnel list Icarus has drawn up. Flatten the wheels and eliminate anyone who is taller than that."

As for those not on the list, give them an eleven-draw kill! This Noztramo is a bit too urbanized.

True to his word, Mordred made a point of explaining that the maids from before didn't need to be dealt with, which drew praise from Brian, who said that his father was still too kind.

Meanwhile, Guilliman was still waiting for Atlas to arrive!

(End of this chapter)