Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 119 When did you arrive?

Saying more is pointless, and I'm too lazy to listen. If I'm crazy once, I'll be crazy for life.

The head symbolizing the future laughed wildly. Compared to the other head, which was used as a movie-watching device, it preferred to explore the endless future. What kind of bullshit grand plan is this? Stop babbling and die!
He recklessly unleashed endless subspace energy, summoning countless Tzeentch demons with a wave of his hand. A massive fireball containing destructive energy shot out, transforming into a magical cannon that instantly made the air incredibly hot.

"Scream, wail, and then turn to ashes beneath my wings—quack!"

Such a ferocious attack caused Atlas to scatter and flee immediately. They were not foolish enough to fight the Great Demon alone. They would pick on the weak and those bird-headed, human-bodied minions were more suitable for them. They all began to communicate with their demons, Palu.

All sorts of bizarre demonic forms burst forth. In this interdimensional space between the warp and the real world, Atlas was no longer subject to the constraints of the physical universe and completely unleashed his full power.

The most flamboyant of them all is the Fourth Company Commander, Gao Wen, who, with the help of the Great Thunder Demon he painstakingly trained, frantically dug holes and transformed into a raging earth shark. His deadly attacks, launched from the ground, could be seen everywhere.

All Atlas believed that demons were incapable of feeling pain, and that to defeat them, one had to be more wicked and domineering than them.

The most formidable of them all was undoubtedly the four-armed beast that stood motionless against the barrage of fireballs.

Mordred, who had already undergone a super evolution thanks to the Kobolds' rewards, was no ordinary man. He was a tanky warrior with high dimensional magic resistance, possessing both high stats and a strong fighting mechanism. With a single teleport, he teleported into the fray and unleashed his righteous backstab as the Knight of Tranquility.

"Screech—eat my Storm Nebula's gaping teeth!"

Four chitinous claws, resembling icicles, shot out with a disintegrating force field, plunging straight down into the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord's body. Meanwhile, the hideous long tail raised a watermelon knife, aiming at the Great Demon's chrysanthemum.

Without hesitation, the great demon, whose kidney had been stabbed by the claws, feigned death and teleported away, leaving behind a one-headed monster bird to act as a substitute.

"You stupid beast, do you think I wasn't on guard? I knew you would betray me, you brainless idiot."

Mordred responded with a breath of atomic energy contaminated with fel energy.

The battle resumed, with the hundred-meter-tall behemoth charging wildly, brandishing its claws and continuing to close in despite the magical bombardment, seizing any opportunity to dart backstab.

Each attempt to kill it failed, and only more and more one-headed monsters were pinned to the ground by the sharp spikes of their claws.

Carlos felt a surge of satisfaction at seeing that furious yet helpless expression. How could a mindless beast that could only hack and slash compare to him, a noble mage?

As the wounds accumulated rapidly, Mordred, who was originally enormous, began to shrink gradually, becoming a sitting duck. Every moment, flesh and blood were burned to ashes by magic, and in the end, the entire battlefield was filled with the foul smell of burnt protein.

Seeing Mordred, who was already panting heavily and whose size had drastically shrunk to around ten meters, even Carlos felt annoyed. He summoned another wave of Tzeentch demons to resist Atlas and tried to win him over:

"Mordred, the Lord of Changes admires you so much that he has even sent me to be your mentor. As long as you submit to the Lord of Changes, you will immediately receive the greatest blessing."

Although you always ask silly questions and your brain isn't working properly, you're still much better than that clown Magnus.

Others may not know, but do you think I don't know who you are? You have no loyalty to the cursed, and you despise everything about the Empire.

Compared to us demons born from the sea of ​​souls, you are the heartless monster. Monsters should associate with monsters; we are the ones in this together!

"I am not a monster, I am human!"

Waving his scepter and pointing it at Atlas, who was fighting a demon, Carlos's eyes were full of mockery: "Stop deceiving yourself. Look at your offspring, they are even more like demons than us. How dare you call yourself human?"

Give me a straight answer: are you coming with me or not? The Lord of Change has already set his sights on this place. This is your last chance, or else I might…”

Before Carlos could finish speaking, Mordred disappeared again, clearly looking for another opportunity to betray him. Sure enough, the four-armed behemoth attacked from behind once more.

In close combat, Carlos was indeed no match for Mordred, this unkillable beast, but what was the point of missing? It was just another waste of a scapegoat; as a Fate Weaver, he could have as many of these as he wanted.

But as the black spikes pierced his body, and the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord prepared to flee again, an indescribable weakness suddenly appeared within Carlos. Four ferocious claws, imbued with pure violence, tightly bound his body.

"You, what did you do to me?"

"What did I do? Of course, I used Blackrock to cut off your connection to the warp, kid!"

Having finally caught his prey, Mordred didn't waste any words. His head was instantly torn into eight pieces, and his entire body structure rapidly distorted, with five thousand teeth spinning rapidly under the force of his muscles.

The dim, yellowish-brown fel energy, which had been prepared for a long time, erupted and delivered a powerful oral attack to Carlos's body at close range.

As everyone knows, fel energy is like a grotesque pile of excrement to warp demons. Kalos struggled frantically after being sprayed with it, but no matter what, he was no match for Mordred, who could wrestle with the Emperor with just his physical strength.

With a mouthful of the bird's head, Mordred's original dim yellow fel energy gradually turned blue, eventually returning to his favorite emerald green color.

As the sound of bones breaking rang out, Carlos, whose neck had been ripped off, panicked completely. He grabbed a massive psionic fireball and slammed it into Mordre's face, but the more he hit Mordre, the more excited he became, forcing Carlos to fight in melee. Just like the stick-thin space necromancer who seemed bad at close combat but whose actual strength could overwhelm a Space Marine, the Shapeshifter Lord, though he sounded like a spellcaster, was still a powerful demon.

Carlos wielded the staff with great force, shattering half of Mordred's shoulder with a single blow. However, instead of being harmed, countless fleshy tentacles flew out from Mordred's broken chest and burrowed into his body.

Even though this body was formed from pure subspace energy, Carlos could feel something wriggling repeatedly inside his skin.

This bizarre scene completely extinguished his will to fight, and now he only wanted to leave the monster.

With a painful howl, Mordred ripped off Carlos's head, a symbol of his past, and swallowed it whole.

“(;Д`)”()，

The remaining bird head could not sense the existence of its own head. The power that should have returned directly to the subspace to reshape itself vanished without a trace. It could not even see its own future. Being eaten by this monster would really mean death!

"Hey, don't suck it, Master, save me!"

But what was easy to come by was hard to leave. The more arrogant he was before, the more miserable he was now. Mordred, who had become completely attached to Carlos, could not let go of this prey. More and more high-concentration fel energy surged out, directly shattering the entire illusion on the spot. But even so, the half of Carlos that had been burned to a crisp was still not dead.

As Tzeentch's favorite shapeshifting demon lord, the one-headed bird began its final struggle. With a determined heart, it crushed half of its body. As long as it could reach the subspace, it could be reborn.

"As long as I escape this place, as long as I escape this place, I am Carlos, who possesses a dark will!"

Unexpectedly, this guy was so decisive that he actually thought of amputating his limbs below the chest. Mordred wanted to attack again, but he didn't expect that the gaze of the High Heaven had already arrived.

A murky, chaotic, fiery blue light appeared from the void, dragging the entire illusion into Tzeentch's Demon Realm. More and more demons poured out from the rift, and Atlas could only pick up his prey on the ground and scatter to escape.

However, the path they had taken was now blocked. Tzeentch personally intervened, severing the portal Magnus had torn open. Seeing Mordred utterly trapped, Carlos felt confident he could do it again:

"Coo coo coo, Mordred, I'm going to tear off the faces of your offspring with my own hands, turn them into a magic book right in front of you, and then use those savage, brainless red-skinned brutes as toilet paper. You're finished. Saint Trevor has arrived, and I am the ultimate winner."

What's wrong? Are you feeling hopeless?

Gazing at the boundless, seemingly invincible army of demons, Mordred took out a lighter and silently lit a cigarette.

“Carlos, you’re right. Such a massive army of demons is something my Atlas simply cannot defeat. Even I cannot withstand the power of the evil god.”

Flicking the ash from his cigarette, Mordred fiddled with his cool-looking lighter with his claws, his eyes showing no despair, only envy for the demon army.

“Carlos, there are limits to an individual’s abilities. In my short life, I have learned a lesson: the more cunning a person is, the more likely they are to suffer losses.”

"Ah! What nonsense are you talking about?" Mordred ignored it and continued speaking:

"When you called out to that piece of trash Tzeentch, I knew I couldn't possibly keep you here."

Three years of study through wind and rain, you and I are master and apprentice, early education machine, Smurfs, every day at nine o'clock without fail, waaaah, Carlos, I really want you!

So don't blame me for being despicable. Since I can't have your heart, I'll just have your body.

The one-headed bird had no idea what this bastard was up to, but Mordred's overflowing desire was unmistakable, so much so that it began to wonder if it had fallen into some kind of trap.

"No need to look anymore, there's no trap at all!"

"Then why are you so excited?"

Two tears slid down Mordred's cheeks, and he trembled with excitement at the thought of what was about to happen:
"Because I also called for reinforcements, but I'm very likely to get a beating."

"Huh?" Carlos, who thought it was something serious, laughed in exasperation. He thought to himself, what kind of reinforcements could you call? The entire illusion was sealed off by Tzeentch. Who could possibly get in?
But nothing is absolute. Mordred gripped the lighter in his hand, opened his blood-red mouth wide, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"You yellow weasel, you're just a shameless bastard. Go ahead and sell your cunt to Makado for fun. I'm going to make a TV series about you being a Roman she-wolf, print a hundred million copies and send them all over the galaxy. Horus will be the male lead, so everyone can see you..."

"boom!"

In an instant, the world changed color, and a golden greatsword burning with raging flames tore through space and struck Mordred's head directly.

Upon seeing the figure wielding the giant sword, all the demons instinctively shuddered. Carlos was so terrified that his very soul nearly left his body, and the entire demon city collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

"Coo coo coo coo, you cursed one, when did you arrive?"

(End of this chapter)