Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 104 The Real Boss Direct Hire
"Are you kidding me?"

Guilliman, whose nose was bleeding profusely, felt like he had been screwed over. Ever since he arrived in Nukelia, he had felt incredibly unlucky.

First, he encountered Chaos and fought it out, then he had a passionate brawl with the snake demon in the void, and now he is being ambushed by his own ally, especially since the person who ambushed him is his own brother.

The thought of almost being torn apart by Mordred made Guilliman feel that Nukelia was a bit sinister, especially with the sudden appearance of the crimson blood rain. This was no ordinary world, and he had to deal a heavy blow!
But Guilliman was not Mordred's madman after all. He gestured for all his children to leave, as he wanted to have a good talk with his brother and at least find out what had happened, especially why Mordred had suddenly gone mad.

Trusting Hill, and with the nails not yet activated, Angron, being a very easy person, quickly told Guilliman everything he knew and also inquired about the whereabouts of the others.

"You don't need to worry about them. They've already been taken back to the Makurag's Glory for treatment, and you'll be able to see them soon."

"Then why don't we leave here?" Angron was genuinely puzzled. Through Hill's previous account, he had already gained a basic understanding of the human empire.

According to Extreme Blueberry, for a world like Nukelia that has been completely corrupted by "alien" beings, an extermination order is the best solution.

Once that weapon called the virus bomb is deployed, everyone will turn into a thick organic soup and eventually be burned to ashes.

Angron firmly believed that Hill, who ultimately led him to safety, could also see that the world was beyond saving and that complete destruction was the only solution.

"Why don't we retreat? Of course, it's because our brothers are still down there."

“Brother?” Looking down through the porthole, following Guilliman’s finger toward the ground, Angron couldn’t find any brother, only a giant monster hunting for food in a rain of crimson blood.

"You mean to say that monster is our brother?"

Angron was deeply shocked. He couldn't understand why the giant lizard, which was nearly a hundred meters tall, had four thick arms and a ferocious long tail, was his brother. This was even more demonic than the demon that was chasing them.

Pressing down on Angron's slightly surprised mouth, Guilliman nodded helplessly, and secretly decided that he would definitely carry out a large-scale memory erasure once he returned to the ship.

Imperial War Generals must be human, and humans can only have two arms! For the sake of the Empire's image, this secret must not be known to anyone.

"Yes, although he's a bit tall and doesn't look quite human, I can assure you that this is our brother Mordred."

To prove his point, Guilliman pulled out a handsome photo of Mordred, pointing to the grinning blond guy and saying:

“Look, Mordred has blond hair and likes to comb it in the middle, and that monster also has blond hair, he just accidentally got fat.”

God the hell he's gotten fat. Angron may be ignorant, but he's not stupid. That thing outside with countless tentacles sticking out of its body, picking up the little fleshy people on the ground and eating them like snacks, is definitely not human!

"Wait, you just said his name was Mordred, right? I think I know why he turned out like this. He must be in so much pain. I can understand that feeling!"

Guilliman listened thoughtfully as Angron recounted how he used poison to fight poison, seeking balance between two nails, with particular emphasis on the two indescribable, terrifying entities.

Even so, Guilliman, whose mind was steeped in the truths of the Empire, still did not believe that there were any so-called evil gods in this world, at most they were just some kind of warp aliens that could corrupt minds.

If the essence of the subspace could speak, it would surely curse Guilliman as a scoundrel for denying its existence, and even succeeding in doing so. "So the current situation is that Mordred is completely irrational; anyone who gets close will be attacked, and we can't use an extermination order to blow him up, so we can only stay here and wait?"

Guilliman nodded again, adding that Atlas was unaware of the situation, and he couldn't imagine what chaos would ensue if they knew their Primarch had become such a wretched state.

Since he hadn't returned to the Legion, Angron had no idea about the connection between the Primarch and the Space Marines. Moreover, Mordred also held the position of Imperial Warmaster; if word got out, it would be disastrous.

As the saying goes, speak of the devil, and he appears. Just as Guilliman was struggling with his decision, the holographic image suddenly lit up, and Goff, who looked remarkably like Guilliman, appeared before everyone:
"Your Highness, we have dealt with those useless fools. According to Father's plan, we can evacuate as soon as we issue the extermination order. When do we leave?"

"Goff, please don't get excited. I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

Goff didn't understand, but he respected Guilliman, the Primarch, and said, "You can listen to whichever you like first, but it's best to hurry."

"The good news is that our plan has been a complete success, and our Empire has gained another new Primarch."

"What about the bad news?"

"The bad news is that Mordred has run into a small problem, and we can't leave."

To give Goff a more intuitive understanding of the situation, Guilliman turned the camera around and projected the ferocious beast into the holographic image.

All the Atlas who saw the image were shocked. This was indeed their father, but they all understood the reason why he was so big.
Without the slightest delay, Atlas immediately put down everything he was doing and began heading towards the surface of Nukelia. After reuniting with the two Primarchs, even the most carefree Tom couldn't help but exclaim:

"My God! This must be at least as tall as two Titan Warriors, and why does it seem like Father is getting bigger? This is wasting so much food, we have to make it turn back."

Tom was right. Mordred was indeed still growing, not only because he was consuming Chaos Snacks, but mainly because of what was happening in the Warp.

If a psionicist were present, he would have been instantly twisted into a chaotic egg by the raging warp energy. Unfortunately, there wasn't a single normal psionicist here; they were all masters of physical elbow strikes.

Angron was undoubtedly corrupted by Slaanesh's interference. Khorne, having lost his pity pull, decided to continue drawing cards, even though the dimensional barrier was still strong. The kobolds were willing to expend a lot of effort to personally intervene.

Mordred's consciousness was drawn into the realm of Khorne, where an endless army of demons fought and clashed, all vying for the attention of the giant god on the throne.

To be honest, Mordred panicked when he realized he had been suddenly pulled into the Khorne's Realm, but after discovering that he could sense his own body and could leave at any time, he was not so panicked anymore, although he was under a lot of psychological pressure.

Being stared at by a dozen Khorne monsters was certainly unpleasant, but what made Mordred break out in a cold sweat even more was the giant kobold staring at him with lewd eyes.

Anyone stared at by that extremely lewd gaze would feel genuinely uncomfortable, and even his eating speed slowed down.

Even so, Mordred still displayed an extremely arrogant attitude. So what if Boss Zhipin? High-dimensional characteristics make you the boss. You stinking subspace guy, what are you pretending for!
Name your price, I'm not cheap!

(End of this chapter)