Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 95 Mrs. Euton is someone who could be our mother! (3K)

Taking advantage of Atlas's collective paralysis, the Emperor, who has once again become a socially awkward big guy, has run away again. Not only did he run away silently, but he also took away all the adamantite reserves that Noztramo had mined for half a year.

Since it's not his own stuff, he doesn't care. The only one with complaints is Koz himself, who has absolutely no affection for his biological father, the Emperor.

After all, what kind of good person would force their one-year-old son to drink alcohol and then steal their offspring's allowance? You can't find another scumbag parent like the Emperor in the entire galaxy.

The only instruction came from Makadoti, who told Mordred to come back as soon as possible to help him set up an oversight body.

"Hey, Koz, you'll get used to it. Old Huang doesn't know anything about being a parent. Horus would be so envious if he could hold you while you sleep."

Fortunately, the dog-man didn't like drinking, which allowed him to capture this precious image. Later, you can just slap this picture in Horus's face and call him a piece of trash, and he won't dare utter a single fart.

Even though he didn't say anything, Koz still treasured the photos, seeing the Emperor in them, drunk and clinging tightly to him.

"Second brother, do I have to break up with you?"

"Yes, but you don't need to participate in the Great Expedition immediately. I am a War Commander. If anyone dares to gossip behind your back, just tell me, and I'll punch their dog's head away."

Looking at Noztramo, which was now completely enveloped in fel energy and transformed into a beacon of fel energy, a bold idea began to take shape in Mordred's mind.

Kou can go, and so can I. So what if our numbers are few? I will control all the armies in the world! Atlas will have his own starlight.

Perhaps suddenly remembering something, Koz sighed and lamented about his hometown, successfully catching Mordred's attention:
"What's wrong? Why are you crying here? You should know that you're just a little bean that's less than 1.2 meters tall. Don't be so abstract. You're not that old man, Makado."

Speaking of which, Makado seems to be a cute little white boy. His old-looking appearance is just a disguise. Could it be that he really has something going on with the weasel? If so, should I call him—stepfather?

For the first time, Mordred hated his overactive imagination. This wasn't a small horse driving a big truck; it was a 100-ton truck powered by a Weichai WP13 diesel engine.

The white-haired boy's hands lovingly caressed the steering wheel, moving up and down in sync with the wild chariot that had existed for 38,000 years. The accelerator was locked, and the car sped along at breakneck speed, with only the headlights, like candied dates, flashing wildly as they pounded against the wild horse named Macado.

Mordred couldn't think about it anymore. He deeply regretted watching Transformers, especially the scene where Optimus Prime went to the dealership to have Megatron, disguised as a two-dimensional itasha (a car with anime-style decorations), unclog its exhaust pipe.

It's better not to think about it, because once you start thinking about it, you can't stop, forcing Mordred to pack up and destroy this blasphemous memory and throw it into the warp cesspool.

"Wow, thank goodness I'm a gentleman. No wonder he's a veteran artist; his films are so exciting. Where was I?"

"You told me not to use abstract language, and there was this 'whether Bumblebee gets a green or blue card,' basically just some incomprehensible stuff," Coz recounted truthfully.

"That's not important. Let's not talk about Bumblebee anymore. Let's get down to business."

Mordred took out a data panel and beckoned for the real commanders of the Eighth Legion to come over, including Thor, a veteran of the legion.

"Noztramo belongs to your Night Lords, and Atlas will not take your possessions. You can rest assured about that."

Everyone nodded. This was what they feared most. After all, there were doubts about their master. Noztramo was far too important; he was a real gold nugget.

“I know your situation. You are the stepchild of all the legions. Not only is your supply of materials a mess, but you are also disliked by others.”

But what we at Atlas have no shortage of is supplies. From now on, let's just focus on mining adamantite on Nors. We'll take as much as there is, and we'll also take other resources.

"What the Mechanicus can give you, Atlas can give you; what the Mechanicus can't give you, Atlas can still give you, guaranteeing you'll make a fortune."

This was no longer a collaboration; it was the Empire's dominance, a complete patronage. If his Primarch hadn't been there, Thor would have kowtowed to the Warmaster. The entire bridge was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"Then where should we recruit soldiers?"

The sudden question made Shen the center of attention, but Mordred had already planned ahead:

"We at Atlas have extensive experience in relocation. We will use anti-gravity engines to transport the nests to the satellites, where the Noxians will live."

As for conscription, I really don't understand it. What's the point of focusing on fighting in one world? The empire is so big, there are plenty of worlds that can provide soldiers.

Can't you Midnight Lords just kidnap people? You'll send them here to train them yourself. Do I really need to teach you such a small thing?
"Once the population grows, you can try to lure these laid-back, unemployed men over here again. There will be plenty of unsuccessful, career-struck fools willing to be our lackeys."

Mordred patted Kragg on the shoulder and said, "Great Sage, you're the best. Unlike them, only I care about you. We'll be Atlas together for life."

As Mordred explained, a thirty-year development plan, divided into six five-year plans, was presented to everyone. The little ones were very excited, but Thor quietly came to Mordred's side.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted, but Thor, a seasoned veteran of the Legion, knew that the Legion was just a tool in the Great Crusade, much like the Thunder Warriors who had already been wiped out.

"Your Highness, wouldn't we end up like Guilliman, being labeled as ambitious, but..."

"There are no 'buts'." Mordred grabbed Thor's arm, adopting the same arm-in-arm style as her older brother, and reassured him:

"I'm sure the Emperor won't care; he doesn't have the brains for it. As for Macado, you don't need to worry about him either; he'd love to reduce his administrative burden."

The Empire is too dependent on the Mechanicus. You know those guys are just asking for trouble. The Legion must have basic self-sufficiency.

You guys say Ultramarines are ambitious, do you think I don't know what's going on? It's all just sour grapes. Who wouldn't want Ultramarines 500? Even I do.

"Besides, I'm the Imperial War General, what are you afraid of with me here? Are you afraid I'll take my sword and march on Luoyang, setting the galaxy ablaze?"

Hearing this, Thor laughed, saying, "How could that be? Everyone knows Atlas's ambitions lie elsewhere. How could he possibly betray us? Besides, the galaxy isn't flammable; it won't catch fire." Mordred didn't say much, but picked up a video camera and recorded Thor's expression, intending to keep it as a source of amusement for everyone to enjoy later.

Seeing that the plan had been approved, Mordred began the next step of his deception, this time mainly targeting the Night Lord.

“Sol, Koz is too young, so I’ve decided to take him to Macurag to be raised by a great mother. You don’t want your father to be a good-for-nothing who knows nothing in the future, do you?”

Thor certainly didn't want that. As a member of the old Terra Blue Banner, Thor encountered the same problem as Frix: they could kill and set fires, but they would never take care of children.

After a moment's thought, he agreed to the request, but the Midnight Lord had to go with him, as he didn't want his Primarch to be corrupted by the ambitious Guilliman.

The problem was finally solved, and Mordred summoned Brian and had him send a message to the Ultramarines saying that Atlas and the Midnight Lord would arrive in a week.

“But Father, I already sent the telegram last week! You personally ordered me to do it.”

"Hmm? Oh no! I've finally remembered what I forgot. I hope Guilliman won't mind!"

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This was Guilliman's third time standing on the tarmac waiting. Unlike the first time, he was not conflicted, nor was he angry like the second time. Instead, he felt only relief and composure.

She even set up a deck chair and enjoyed a rare and beautiful holiday all by herself, without bringing anyone with her.

Angry? Absolutely not. Guilliman is a civilized man. How could he get angry over standing someone up a few times? He just wants to punch Mordred in the face and kick his ass.

Just when the blue man thought he had been tricked again, Yodon, wearing a Macragge governor's robe, walked over, accompanied by the Ultramarines honor guard.

"Mother, why are you here? Go back and rest. That Mo Lao Er is probably doing it on purpose again."

Holding his adopted son's fingers, Yoton smoothed Guilliman's hair, which had been bent over.

"This time they've really come, and they've come with the Midnight Lord, who used to be the Eighth Legion. You've gained another brother."

It's obvious the Warlord stood you up because this new Primarch was delayed. Don't let such a small matter damage your brotherhood.

The fact that Mrs. Euton could educate such an easily angered, burly man to be so rational shows how important she was to Guilliman. He was his mother's good boy, and even if he was still unhappy, he had to put his mother at ease.

“I will. If this important matter really delays my trip, I will definitely apologize to Mordred in person.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a member of the Honor Guard approached Guilliman and reported that the Orbital Defense Array had detected the target and that Atlas and the Midnight Lord had arrived.

Soon, as the mighty combined fleet sailed into the starport, Mordred finally saw his long-awaited second home.

"It's so beautiful. Is this Macurag? Terra can't even compare to it."

"Yes, yes, is that blue sea? This is the first time I've ever seen the ocean with my own eyes. But second brother, is it really okay for you to look like this?"

"Shut up, I'm doing this all for you. Do you think I wanted to become like this? Don't forget to stick to the rehearsal later, we need to board the plane."

As the landing craft descended, countless flower petals were scattered into the air, and under the watchful eyes of reporters with their cameras and microphones, the hatch finally opened little by little.

Guilliman hurried to greet them; this was the first time his brothers had come to visit, and two of them at once.

As the political center, Guilliman's every move is watched by countless people, and he must present his position in a perfect manner, especially since Mordred is the Imperial Warmaster.

"Bro, I...wait, where is he?"

Guilliman, who was about to give his brother a hug with his arms outstretched, froze. He didn't see any Primarchs at all, only a group of Space Marines and a few dogs.

"Why is this dog so big?"

Before he could even think about why the dog was so big, Guilliman saw the big black dog point behind him, followed by two gasps and his mother's laughter.

"I am Kurz!"

"I am Mordred!"

"Mother, we miss you so much."

Already sensing something was wrong, Guilliman turned around abruptly and witnessed a scene that sent his blood pressure soaring.

Two little boys, each less than 1.2 meters tall and dressed in traditional Macurag attire, one with blond hair and golden eyes and the other with black hair and black eyes, were hugging their mother and nuzzling their heads against her chest.

Especially the blond guy, who was looking at him with a defiant gaze, while his mother was completely infatuated with him.

"No! You damned thief, how dare you steal my mother! I'll blast you to pieces!"

　To explain, I usually post three small chapters and two large ones, to ensure a daily update of 6+ words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)