Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 122 One-Eyed Color-Changing Oglin

People become arrogant and prone to self-destruction; even demons are no exception.

Mordred thought he had misheard and was stunned for a full two seconds before he realized that the demon he had raised dared to ride on his head. This was no ordinary demon and he had to deal a heavy blow.

The result was obvious: Morgan, born from Mordred's shadow, was no match for the real Morgan. After a brutal beating, he tried to escape, but was pulled out of the shadow and given another beating, ultimately kneeling and begging for mercy.
"Dad, I was wrong, please forgive me this once!"

The more this happened, the angrier Mordred became, especially after embarrassing himself in front of Old Man Huang, which had made him lose all face.

But then I thought, wait a minute, why would this thing know about the ethical dilemma between Morgan and Mordred? She also has some of her own memories, and this shameless behavior is exactly like mine.

As expected, after Mordred's repeated beatings, Morgan confessed everything. She did indeed possess some of the original's memories. Rather than being a separate individual, she was more like a fusion monster formed by Mordred's shadow activating and devouring Seele.

The good news is that Mordred now has a bound demon that belongs to him alone, but the bad news is that this demon inherited all of his flaws: not only is he lazy and gluttonous, but he is also quite rebellious.

When two people with similar personalities come together, they either get along exceptionally well or they hate each other. But he only wanted a tool demon and didn't want any unstable being with its own consciousness.

Mordred couldn't return the goods, so he had to grit his teeth and accept the fact. But after testing, he really found out Morgan's value.

First, as Mordred's companion demon, Morgan, born from the shadows, possesses the ability of shadow teleportation, allowing her to traverse between connected shadows in a manner similar to supernatural stealth.

And like Mordred, she possesses extremely strong polluting properties, capable of making surrounding creatures as pure as she is, before killing them with a single blow.

Secondly, perhaps because she devoured Carlos, she also knows the things that the two-headed bird knows, only in an ultimate knock-off version.

Carlos inherited none of Carlos's wisdom, but he could fish in the Sea of ​​Souls, using the connection between the Sea of ​​Souls and the physical world, and relying on the natural database of demons to conduct big data searches.

Moreover, such so-called searches cannot guarantee their authenticity at all; they are merely data summaries, at most giving you a general direction and highlighting that "I dare to answer any question you dare to ask."

For example, when Mordred asked Morgan about the exact location of the other Primarchs, she said they were in the Milky Way. But when asked about the specific location, she couldn't say, indicating that the data was missing and no demon had ever seen a Primarch.

Now that things have come to this, Mordred can only accept the fact that he traded two skulls for a useless clone. After all, the kid may be a bit stupid, but he's strong. He can shatter adamantite armor with a single blow, so wouldn't it be even easier to smash someone's head?

Looking at the giant golden guy who was still pretending to be dead next to him, Mordred suddenly felt like he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it no matter what he did.

Fortunately, Atlas still has reliable people around. While organizing supplies, Brian suddenly discovered a large container without any markings.

Driven by a thirst for secrecy, Brian secretly brought the box back to his dorm, and then an indescribable stench filled the entire hallway.

Looking at his two sons, whose eyes were lifeless and who hadn't uttered a single word since waking up, even the emperor was helpless and had no way to cure these two fierce snow-eating men.

The only way to get rid of that supernatural stench is to repeatedly burn it with psychic energy.

"Father, I am no longer clean!"

"I am Rogal Dorn."

"I was so stupid, really, why did God have to do this to me?"

"I am Rogal Dorn!"

These were the same few sentences over and over again. Magnus completely shut himself off, and Dorn couldn't even speak anymore, only repeating his own name. Anyone would feel this way after eating a bellyful of delicious food; even Mordred, who was indifferent to cold and raw food, couldn't bear the terrifying experience of being forced to drink thick soup.

But leaving these two idiots to isolate themselves isn't a solution either. Mordred is still waiting for them to work for him, so after discussing it with Old Man Huang, they finally decided to take drastic measures.

As the saying goes, the one who tied the knot must untie it. Since their autism was caused by their obsession with eating snow, they need to counteract it with an equal amount of something.

And wouldn't you know it, Morgan just happened to be able to locate the demon's position.

With the Emperor as a powerful figure backing them up, it was easy to capture a large number of Nurgle sprites that smelled bad and tasted even worse.

"Mordred, are you sure this will really work?"

"Don't worry, Old Huang! Look at the way they're behaving now, they're clearly having withdrawal symptoms. Maybe they'll crave this. This is called food therapy!"

"Hurry up and get to work. You hold down Dorn, and I'll hold down Magnus."

If any sane person were present, they would stop this ridiculous plan. The problem is that there isn't a single sane person in Atlas. As for the Emperor, he's even less sane than Atlas.

Soon, the tender broth made from Nurgle was served. Just smelling it caused Dorn and Magnus to have a stress reaction, shouting and yelling:

"Get out of here! What are you doing? What are you doing? Take it away!"
Father, why are you doing this to me? Second brother, no! *gurgle gurgle*

The rest is history. After being fed repeatedly throughout the night, the two Primarchs had incredibly clear eyes, as pure and carefree as saints, without a trace of worldly desire.

Even Dorn has learned how to speak tactfully, indicating that he no longer needs treatment and is cured!

Whether it's good or bad, I don't know, but if they keep pouring it in, not only the two of them, but even Mordred and the Emperor who are holding them down won't be able to take it.

Seeing that his offspring had returned to normal, the emperor instantly vanished, leaving the three of them staring at each other, none of them speaking first.

In the end, Magnus was the first to break down, burying his face in his hands and sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. Dorn felt terrible watching him.

"That's enough, you two. It's just a couple of bites of fruit. This is nothing. I've eaten things that are countless times more terrifying than this. Do you think this little setback will make you cry?"

Dorn was alright; his strong mental fortitude allowed him to quickly accept the fact. But Magnus was different. Ever since he woke up, he had been tricked into eating shit, and after decades of that, he was completely tainted by it.

Perhaps suddenly remembering something, the one-eyed sunburned Oglin subconsciously touched his missing right eye.

If the entire illusion is fake, a complete scam, then who made the deal with him, and was the price really just an eye?

An indescribable unease made Magnus want to use his psychic powers to make a prophecy, but he immediately rejected the idea as soon as it arose.

Some things may weigh less than four ounces without being weighed, but once they are weighed, they can weigh more than a thousand pounds.
With his Dao Heart shattered, Magnus was in a terrible state, and even his skin began to turn pale. In just a few seconds, his sunburned ogrin turned into a grayish-white ogrin.

Before Magnus could fully mutate, Dorn, who was the first to notice the anomaly, punched him in the face and pinned his hands and feet down.

"Second brother, quick, Magnus has had another attack, feed him soup quickly."

(End of this chapter)