Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 112 Small head controls big head, butt replaces brain

Half an hour later, after listening to Mordred's explanation, Angron resigned himself to his fate, his tentacles drooping limply, like a drowning octopus.

An octopus that can drown is unusual, and a gene prototype that can turn into a nail is even more unusual.

They exchanged a glance and, seeing that the nail's biological activity was rapidly decreasing, Mordred kicked the Emperor, signaling him to quickly say something comforting.

Perhaps the intense work had dulled his brain, or perhaps the signal was too weak to receive commands from the main body; Mordred was completely unaware of what he was doing.

The giant, golden-haired man exuded arrogance, his body radiating boundless spiritual energy, and his deep, resonant voice, as if enhanced by special effects, spoke:

"Number Twelve, you good-for-nothing, stop your whining. We've spent a lot of energy and countless resources to save you."

The war dogs will arrive in three days. Hurry up and get your men involved in the Great Distance... Ouch... Why did you hit me?

"That's what I'm doing! How can you even speak like a human being?" Mordred, having just kicked the Emperor in the groin, extended his claws, grabbed the Emperor's hair and began scratching him wildly, then pointed at the increasingly weakened Angron and spat:
"You bastard, if you can't speak properly, then don't speak. I thought you had a brain. If you had used even a little bit of the intelligence you use for scientific research, you wouldn't be acting like this now."

"Angron, don't listen to this bastard's nonsense. He was furious when he saw you were about to die. All he has is that mouth; you're definitely his proudest offspring."

"Really?" Angron desperately wanted the Emperor's confirmation. He raised his tentacle and stared expectantly at the giant golden creature, even though it had no eyes and was just a mess of tentacles. But everyone could feel the unparalleled longing in his eyes.

Just as the emperor was about to say that Horus was his only source of pride, he suddenly felt a tightness in his anus. He turned his head and saw a ferocious long tail waving up and down in front of his crotch.

"Yes, you are all my wings, and all my proudest offspring!" Of course, Horus is undoubtedly the best one.

The emperor didn't say the second half of his sentence. He just didn't know how to take care of children, not that he was really brainless. The thought of having 21 offspring to raise made him inexplicably irritable.

From the emperor's perspective, one can't really blame him for his poor parenting skills. After all, his mother died long ago, his father was killed by his uncle, and he killed his own uncle to avenge his father.

Furthermore, since the era in which the yellow weasel was born was still a primitive tribal system, the emperor had never experienced normal family relationships. He simply copied his own growth experience, and neither treated himself nor others as human beings.

The increasingly agitated giant of gold had nowhere to vent his frustration, and he only hated that the external brain of the Macado card was not there. He was eager to do something, and seeing the scarlet magic energy still surging in Mordred's body, he used a psionic teleportation and left on the spot.

The big, golden guy had already figured out who to get his glue applied to; he could use that dog head to test just how hard his fist really was.

"Tch, he's hopeless. No wonder he raised Horus to be so arrogant and repressed. Tsundere has become obsolete, you bastard!"

Mordred glanced at Angron, who was jumping around wildly in the jar because of the Emperor's praise, and felt another wave of tension.
"Stop shaking like that, get out here and pick a body for me. You look like a flying headgear now, you'll be mistaken for an alien and killed the moment you go out. Hurry up."

Who would want to be a monster if they could live like a human? Upon hearing that he could still go out and meet people, Angron twisted his tentacles and jumped out of the jar, crashing to the ground with a thud.

"Second brother, please help me up, I can't get up because I have no hands."

Seeing this, Mordred sighed again, saying, "Your true form is just a nail now. You have no hands or feet, can't you use tentacles? Your tentacles can cut adamantite into pieces, and you're using living metal."

Under Mordred's verbal guidance and personal demonstration, Angron quickly learned to use his tentacles instead of his limbs. His figure darted around the entire laboratory, and if you didn't know better, you might mistake him for a gibberish cat.

Fortunately, Mordred had anticipated this situation. His main job was to create machines that could be controlled by the Nails of Angron. Seeing that the pilot was calm, he simply lifted the white cloth in front of him.

Gazing at the powerful body that was firmly locked in place by the force field, a full size smaller but still identical to his own, especially that flowing red hair, Anglong was incredibly excited. He would finally not have to be bald anymore:
"Second Brother, could this be...?" "That's right, these three are your physical mounts. Do you like them?"

He liked it, he liked it so much! Anglong dreamed of having a healthy body. As long as he didn't have to endure the bewitching torment from the evil god, he would even be willing to enjoy the emperor's favor alone.

But as he looked around, Angron suddenly realized a crucial problem.

"But brother, why does this body still have a head? How am I supposed to get up there? And what's the meaning of that cat and woman?"

“Good question!” Mordred gave Angron an approving look, indicating that this was the ingenuity of his design concept.

“Brother, I’m not like that old-fashioned Emperor. You know, everything has its weaknesses, even the Primarch.”

Life is actually very fragile. A pierced heart will kill you, a severed head will also kill you, especially the head—even Feralas would die after a single decapitation!

Angron didn't know why his second brother used Feralas as an example, but that didn't stop him from thinking that what he said made a lot of sense.

"So instead of preserving weaknesses, it's better to break through and build anew. Become a mindless being, and transcend the human form, transforming into a plug-in nail, and you will be the true ultimate being!"

Your current form is a nail, containing your essence and original blood. The head on your body is purely decorative, at best a camera and speaker.

Mordred deactivated the static force field, activated the X-ray, and gestured for Angron to come closer to take a look. Upon closer inspection, he did indeed see something different.

"Second brother, why is its butt so perky? You wouldn't be... "

"Haha, brother, you're really smart, just as you thought."

Mordred patted the Primarch's firm, pert buttocks and began to introduce his astonishing wisdom.

“Look, the main organs of humans are in the upper body, so if an enemy wants to kill you, they will definitely hit your torso. This makes your buttocks the safest position, and no one will think that you are thinking with your buttocks.”

Angron was deeply shocked by this. He couldn't understand how Mordred could have come up with such a thing, but he was certain that his brother was out of his mind.

"What's the meaning behind the little girl and the cat next to them?"

"You mean this?" Mordred scratched his head, indicating that it was made from scraps of your original body.

"Actually, I originally wanted to create a second unit, but I ran out of materials to make the original, so I could only create a smaller body. However, this one doesn't require buttocks to operate; the cockpit is inside the hips."

But don't underestimate this skinny little girl; she can exert 0.5 Guilliman's worth of physical strength. Just be prepared.

As for this Jiba cat, that's something truly unique about it. Guess what? It was made from a scrap of your original body!

"not……"

"That's right, Angron, you're a genius! You guessed right again!"

(End of this chapter)