Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 117 A Sea of ​​Dung and Mad Maggots
Mordred had always been curious as to why Magnus was so convinced that the Warp was a benevolent place. Even if he was blind, he couldn't be that blind!

The warp demons are notoriously grotesque and twisted, while the domesticated demons in the hands of the four vendors are relatively "charming" in comparison.

Don't think Mordred is being sarcastic; it's true. Wild demons, one by one, come in all sorts of bizarre and grotesque appearances.

Take Atlas for example. Every new recruit has to go through three trials. However, after Atlas was able to produce gene seeds on its own, the three trials were reduced to two, collectively known as the Chain of Prestige!

First, the first step of the Chain of Prestige requires recruits to hunt a chicken alone on a peaceful grassland, then use the chicken as bait to tame a dinosaur, and ride the dinosaur across the perilous Twisted Jungle.

If they don't die, then based on their individual performance and written test results, you will be allowed to choose a gene seed from another legion during the modification process.

The second step in the Ascension Chain requires recruits who have become Space Marines to conquer a demon and learn from it in the process.

Only when one has completely conquered a demon and shaped its form according to one's own will, becoming a powerful demon capable of two transformations, can one be called a veteran of Atlas.

Then you can happily go to the Qatar Chan training camp to report for duty.

The reason it's jokingly called the "Chain of Prestige" is because the demons under the four gods all have masters and are extremely difficult to capture. Atlas can only capture wild demons, and these wild demons are extremely ugly.

Therefore, this shaping stage is extremely important, to the point that every Atlas has a good talent for drawing. Demons are like sports cars; the more powerful, domineering, and rudimentary they are, the more they can highlight the style of their owners.

After all, this world is all about appearances. If you bring out a demon that looks incredibly low-class, even the long-time gang won't choose you as their first pick.

Therefore, Mordred always believed that what could fool Magnus into becoming a one-eyed sunburnt Oglin must be some extremely rare and magnificent demon, a treasure that Tzeentch had searched the entire warp to find.

Even the so-called fairy kingdom must be an exceptionally beautiful, dreamlike world, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, like a paradise on earth.

But when Magnus opened a portal with a psionic flash and brought the two of them to this so-called elven kingdom, he was completely dumbfounded.

"Isn't it beautiful? Look how wonderful this garden is! This place is called The Wizard of Oz. I guarantee that no other garden world in the Empire is as beautiful as this."

Upon seeing visitors, several adorable little squirrels climbed to the treetops and picked large, red fruits for the guests. Even the meadow was raised up to form seats for people to sit and cool off under the trees.

"Come on! What are you all standing around for?"

Magnus, who was taking a bite of a fruit, invited the two of them to sit down. The pink juice dripping from the corner of his mouth made Mordred shudder.

Before he could even utter a word of warning, Dorn, just like Magnus, plopped down on the meadow, splashing water everywhere, grabbed a fruit, and stuffed it into his mouth, commenting as he ate:

"It is indeed delicious. The flesh is tender and juicy. When you bite into it, the whole fruit bursts in your mouth. It melts in your mouth and the flesh is quite chewy! It's just that the taste is a bit strange."

If the fruit is chewy enough, can it taste right?
Looking at the filthy, stinking cesspool in front of him, and the burly man sitting on two rotting, oozing corpses, spewing out filth spirits, he felt utterly disgusted.

Seeing Mordred's pale face and reluctance to join them in the feast, Magnus assumed it was a sign of shame. He wiped the juice from his mouth and generously tossed a fruit to Mordred.

“Second brother, we’re brothers, the misunderstanding is over, come and have a taste!” “Yes, Mordred, it seems we really misunderstood Magnus, this is indeed a wonderful world. Especially this chair, it reminds me of the little blanket my grandfather gave me.”

You bastard! If your grandfather heard his unfilial grandson slandering him like this, he'd probably rise from the dead and beat you to a pulp.

Looking at the monstrous thing in his hand that kept shifting between the Nurgle spirit and the fresh fruit, Mordred finally couldn't resist and directly dispersed the emerald green fel energy in his eyes.

As his eyes turned golden again, Mordred did indeed see the so-called Wizard of Oz his good friend had described, and the fruit in his hand emitted a rather tempting and wonderful aroma. However, no matter how he tried, he could not put the fruit into his dimensional pocket.

Trying his best to suppress the churning in his stomach, and seeing that the two of them were already engrossed in their meal, Mordred didn't offer any further advice.
"Never mind, you two can eat. My stomach is a little upset."

But brother, I've never admired anyone in my life. Based on this alone, I feel even the weasel isn't as good as the two of you.

Magnus was in high spirits after being praised, so much so that he thought it was Mordred's way of admitting his mistake and just being too embarrassed to speak up. He decided to take them to see other places and correct their misconceptions about the High Heaven.

"Brother, as a scholar, I admire your courage to admit your mistakes and correct them. Don't worry, I won't let that little misunderstanding affect our brotherhood."

"Since you're already here, I'll show you where the elves live later; it's much more lively over there than here."

"What? There are experts too!" Mordred felt he had already guessed what the next attraction was and had no hope of finding it.

Although he couldn't put the fruit into his dimensional pocket, Mordred could take things out of it; he remembered he had even collected some trash bags.

He quickly put the unpleasant fruit into a plastic bag, then took out his camera, gestured for the two to look at him, and snapped a series of photos of them—these would become his embarrassing moments later.

Like an ordinary tourist, Mordred neither said nor did much, but simply listened to Magnus's introduction of this so-called wonderland.

After a long journey, Little Pony and Cute Dot had eaten their fill, and the three of them finally arrived at the so-called Elf Kingdom.

The first thing that catches the eye is a group of floating islands in mid-air, connected by vines. Countless exotic beasts appear and disappear from the clouds, and even on those floating islands there are beautiful elves with wings on their backs.

The most eye-catching feature is the colossal library, supported by countless floating islands, with a huge imperial double eagle emblem atop its spire.

Mordred was truly convinced now. The beautiful elf before him was indeed not deceiving him; her appearance matched her inner self perfectly. Compared to the obviously poorly made things at the entrance, this one had certainly gone all out.

It's very likely that this is the sum of money that Tzeentch painstakingly gathered, so the special effects are absolutely top-notch, and all the budget was spent on this.

The only problem is that the Imperial Twin Eagles emblem Mordred looks strangely familiar, resembling a notorious and ever-changing demon lord.

After all, even if Mordred is blind, she can still distinguish between blue and gold.

"Carlos, is that you?"

(End of this chapter)