Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 120 Yes, this is my escape route.
A massive, golden figure clad in armor hovered in mid-air, holding the Emperor's Sword, which burned with flames of destruction. His head was slightly lowered, hidden in the light and shadow, revealing only a pair of emotionless, pitch-black pupils that were locked onto the ever-changing Demon Lord Carlos, who was lying on the ground and retreating repeatedly.

The fact that all demons call him the Cursed One gives you an idea of ​​how the Emperor is perceived by them. They dare not even mention his name and can only whisper behind his back.

With just a glance from the Lord of Humanity, all the demons were so frightened that they dared not cross the line.

"Hahaha! Carlos, you didn't expect this, did you? My dear father has come to save me. Weren't you so arrogant? Father, it was him, it was him who spoke ill of you. You're all finished. The Emperor will crush you all."

The demons who had been bitten in return were shocked. They had never seen such a shameless person. It was clearly you, you bastard, who said it.

Only the big, golden guy remained silent, continuing to create a terrifying and oppressive atmosphere, listening to Mordred's frantic accusations.

"Have you said enough?"

"what!"

For some reason, Mordred suddenly felt a little uneasy. When he looked down, he met the expressionless, deathly gaze of the big golden man. His whole body hunched over instantly, and his tail drooped down, tucked between his legs.

Even the shattered dimensions above the sky suddenly paused, intimidated by the aura of this golden behemoth. All the ever-changing demon lords who had fought their way to the battlefield took a step back.

"kill"

"What?"

"son,"

"No, Old Huang, you need to understand the situation first. We're on the same side."

"No regrets!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an unparalleled surge of golden spiritual energy erupted, instantly enveloping the entire world. Countless low-level demons were reduced to ashes under the golden light.

The stronger demons fared even worse, neither dying cleanly nor able to avoid being burned alive. Their eyes spewed thick smoke, and all that could be heard were their shrill screams amidst the light.

If they are so ruthless to their own offspring, wouldn't they torture these demons to death?

Although it is said that demons are not afraid of death, that is because they do not die in the real universe. After being killed, they can be reborn in the warp, at most taking a little longer to recover their power.

But being killed by the Emperor is a different story; it means being permanently banned. An indescribable fear spread through their souls, accompanied by piercing screams, and all the demons began to turn and flee.

However, what no one in the Demon City knew was that in the core area, which was filled with golden spiritual energy and could not be looked at directly, Mordred was not being tortured at all. He was just grinning wildly and howling, and occasionally rolling on the ground.

Meanwhile, the giant golden figure they were terrified of grabbed Atlas by the arms and kicked him into the portal.

[You bastard, you cheated me!]

[Nonsense! You expect me to fight an evil god? Seriously? There are 99 demons standing there, you want me to use my head to fight them?]

So you tricked me into coming here to take the blame for you? Didn't you even consider that I might not be able to beat that jerk Tzeentch?

Shut up! It'll be too late if you don't run now.

With the last Atlas thrown into the portal, Mordred, now free from worries, finally felt at ease. But just as the Emperor was about to run away with his rebellious son, he suddenly saw Carlos crawling out of the portal with his rear end sticking up.

Without hesitation, Mordred ripped off her long tail and hurled it, embedding it into the fleeing Carlos. The powerful fel energy within paralyzed the half-dead Carlos, dragging him towards Mordred's mouth. The Emperor, seizing the opportunity, unleashed all his psionic power, pulverizing the surrounding demons, and, with Mordred by the neck, vanished from this shattered world on the verge of destruction.

"call"

Seeing the familiar cabins of the Abomination again, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If they had been a few seconds later, they might never have made it back.

Seeing Atlas scatter and leave, Mordred also shrank back and tried to slip away, but because he had sealed Carlos, the ever-changing demon lord, with his own body, he was unable to transform back into human form and was directly dragged back by the Emperor by the tail.

"You bastard, I've only been gone for half a day and you've already given me such a huge mess. And you still want to run away? I think you're asking for trouble."

Seeing that he was about to get beaten up again, Mordred quickly shifted the blame: "Old Huang, let me explain. This time it's all Magnus's fault."

As he said this, Mogred shrank back, and to avoid being beaten up, his ferocious head even showed a fawning expression, rubbing his four claws up and down with an indescribable obsequiousness.

Even the emperor, seeing this, felt too embarrassed to beat him up; instead, he sighed.
"Fine, since there's a reason for this, I'm not an unreasonable person. But you better remember this: if I hear any more rumors, you'd better pray I'm in a good mood that day."

What exactly happened? Tell me right now.

Mordred honestly recounted everything she had seen, shifting blame with complete ease, and even gave a detailed description of Magnus and Dorn's blatant display of their excrement.

The Emperor felt nauseous listening to this, and unleashed a powerful psionic strike on Mordred's head. However, Mordred, instead of feeling any pain, let out a strange, pleasurable cry and spat out two bird feathers.

"Ah~"

It was at this moment that the emperor realized the problem with his rebellious son: this guy had overeaten again.

Having chosen the dog himself, the big golden guy had no choice but to keep raising it, even if it was a tearful experience. He could only raise his fist and repeatedly pound on Mordred, who was staring at him with the pitiful eyes of a little dog.

A full hour passed, and Mordred was drenched in sweat after the Emperor Hammer was finally transformed back into her original form, except that her belly was swollen, like a pregnant woman in her tenth month of pregnancy, and she was carrying twins.

Perhaps because she's been eating too well lately, Mordred is too weak to handle the nourishment and has gained weight, no longer looking as skinny as before.

That's why Carlos is like a brother to Mordred, who is both a teacher and a supplement. After lying on the ground for a while, Mordred felt his stomach was bloated and vomited up two skulls.

Shaking off the slime, Master Mo, who was eating and taking things, felt that this thing would be particularly easy to handle. But before he could hide this treasure, a pair of hands reached out from his shadow and grabbed Carlos's skull first.

"Boss, can I have it? I feel like this thing would suit me perfectly."

The speaker was none other than Seele, the demon that Atlas had first discovered.

As the true first demon, Mordred had always treated Seele like a pet, feeding her demonic scraps whenever he had a spare moment, but he never noticed anything special about her, which made Mordred think he had raised a useless person.

The name Seele came from her strange giggling sound, and people got used to calling her that.

On one side was the valuable Skull of Carlos, and on the other was a demonic pet that only served tea and water. But seeing that incredibly longing look in his eyes, Mordred couldn't help but recall the day he was picked up by old Thomas. After much deliberation, he still crushed the skull and stuffed it into Seele's body.

Then, this thing exploded!

(End of this chapter)