Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 123 Big Plan

Mordred could tell that Dorn was carrying some emotions, otherwise there was no way to explain why he hit so hard, even knocking out Magnus's teeth.

But thankfully, perseverance pays off. After downing two bowls of soup, Magic Pony's sunburned skin returned to normal, and he vomited so badly that he dared not have any more wild thoughts.

"Damn Dorn, you're clearly taking revenge on me!"

Dorn nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case; his uprightness left no room for criticism, much to Magnus's dismay.

As a Primarch who is neither scientific nor magical, denying oneself is an extremely terrible thing. Magnus, who almost followed in Guilliman's footsteps, was panting heavily, his eyes filled with regret.

Mordred didn't miss his miserable state. In fact, he knew that the pony who had made a deal with Tzeentch was beyond saving. Who knows if Big Blue Cuckoo was using that eye as a camera?

Even so, Master Mo didn't believe in fate; he was determined to reverse his destiny.

"Little Ma, what kind of expression and look is that? And what are those tears?"

"Second brother!"

"Don't call me Second Brother, call me Commander Zhan!"

A powerful melody began to play, sounding like a very old song. At that moment, Magnus saw Mordred shining brightly in his eyes. His domineering yet handsome gaze, his free and easy stride, and his strong and powerful physique made him realize that Mordred was the best of the three brothers!

Silently turning off the flash, Mordred grasped Magnus's hand with her left and Rogdorn's with her right, her eyes showing no trace of languor, only an indescribable, burning passion:
"Little Ma, I'm sure you've realized it already, right? But don't worry, brother, I know which bastard tricked you, there'll always be a solution."

"Warmaster!"

"Shut up and call me Second Brother!"

Looking at the two big guys who suddenly became excited and went crazy for some reason, Dorn, whose hand was being held, was blank. He still didn't understand what they were saying. If he asked, he would seem out of place. So he could only pretend to know what they were talking about.

Fortunately, although Mordred was a bit silly and usually seemed unreliable, he was a planner, so he immediately summoned Brian and Tom to demonstrate what real warp work was all about.

Years later, Brian and Tom also raised their own demon, Palu, one a little guardian captured from Tzeentch's Demon Realm, and the other a shadow demon that resembled the invincible but incompetent.

Looking at the Great Thunder Demon Ora Ora, who remained motionless in the gladiatorial cage and whose stand-in seemed to be behind him, the two Primarchs' mentality underwent a slight change.

No amount of talking about it can compare to experiencing it firsthand. To make his good buddies aware of the existence of Chaos, Mordred took them all over the Abomination's foundry.

Soul Forge, Demonic Circle, Darkmoon Order, Enchanted Warrior—this whole process was alright for Magnus, who loved talking to the Emperor on the phone as a child, but it truly reshaped Dorne's worldview.

Especially when Mordred handed him a high-capacity pistol with only ten rounds, but loaded it with three hundred rounds herself, Dorn could no longer hold back:

"The truth of the Empire is false! Father has deceived us; there really is magic in this world."

Seizing the opportunity, Mordred then drew upon classical texts and used the numerology of six, seven, eight, and nine to introduce the so-called subspace primordial four.

Mordred definitely wouldn't reveal his real name. He didn't want his good friend to overthink things. If it accidentally got out, others wouldn't have his high-dimensional resistance, and it could easily lead to mistakes.

To prevent the four peddlers from hearing, Mordred even activated the rather precious Black Stone Field, something even Atlas didn't possess many of.

"So, Second Brother, you mean there are four evil gods deep in the warp, who are always coveting the Emperor's groin, and we are the product of Father's deal with the evil gods."

"Are we even human? The Empire's truth is a lie, and now even we are a lie, so what is real?"

Perhaps feeling a strong connection with Mordred and Magnus, Dorn suddenly had a brilliant idea. He forced a smile, which he thought was quite humorous but was actually terrifying enough to scare people to death, and said:
"The Emperor's groin is real!"

Unexpectedly, Dorn has a talent for comedy. It's hard to learn good things, but he learns bad things so easily. Fearing that Mordred might attract the yellow-skinned creatures, he increased the output of the Black Stone Field before confirming:

"That's right. The emperor used his beauty to secure our future. No matter how you look at it, he sacrificed too much. I'm the only one who knows this secret, so please don't tell anyone!"

So now you know why I was chosen as the War Commander, right? It's all to draw your hatred away. I only hate that my second brother is incompetent, causing you, Little Magnus, to suffer so much humiliation." Hearing this, Magnus was deeply moved, his eyes filled with gratitude for his brother. He immediately promised that he would never use psionic powers again, or he would be a dog if he did.

Before he could finish speaking, Mordred kicked him, grabbed his ear, and yelled:
"I don't think you understand anything at all. Who said you can't use psionic energy? Not only can you use it, but you can use it without restraint. As for how to use it, that depends on your own understanding. We're both targets."

All gifts have been secretly priced. You both remember this: even in the worst-case scenario, never make a deal with the evil god. Once you do, your most precious possessions will be gone.

Mordred is not like the Emperor, that old riddle-maker; he certainly won't say what he shouldn't say, but he will definitely say what he can say.

"You saw those pointy-eared elves too. The reason they joined my Atlas is because they wanted peace after death. We brothers all have the potential to become evil gods."

"Then, second brother, are you a god?"

"I'm not a god!"

Magnus, who had just been slapped again, was bewildered. He thought to himself, "What are you trying to do after all this rambling? Are you just trying to hit me on purpose?"

"Are you thinking, why would I deny something as good as gods? It's because becoming a god is a bottomless pit. The excrement you ate before was the creation of a fat evil god."

Patting the two men on the shoulder, Mordred, devoid of his usual jovial manner, said, "If any of us get caught in a trap, remember to act decisively and don't let the brothers suffer."

Dorne was the quickest to agree to the agreement; Primarch Sigmar never hesitated. Only Magnus was still hesitant, partly because he couldn't bring himself to kill his brother, and partly because he felt he was likely to be the first to be cut down.

"Does that mean I'll be restricted by Number Nine for the rest of my life?"

"No, I have a plan that can restore your sight and turn your danger into safety."

"Have you ever heard of an evil technique that originated in Terra since ancient times, called the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin? As long as you learn this technique, even if you are captured by evil spirits, you can be kept safe and sound!"
But with every gain comes a loss. To learn this art, one must possess extraordinary willpower, something not easily endured by ordinary people, and one must abandon that nonsensical psychic magic.

"Who wants to be a star slave when they can be a decent human being?!" Magnus grabbed Mordred's leg, and if circumstances allowed, he would have loved to kiss her, shouting immediately:
"Second brother, teach me!"

"Haha, don't panic, this is all part of my plan."

In fact, Mordred didn't have any plan at all, but not having a plan doesn't mean he can't make one up on the spot. He has a wealth of experience in how to trick people.

"Little Pony, is psionic energy such an inconvenient thing? Why should we be the ones being fed, and not the other way around? Let me be frank with you, you're beyond saving!"

Even though he had prepared for the worst, hearing others say it still made Magnus feel discouraged, but fortunately, Rogdorn was by his side, which instantly dispelled his anxiety.

"Cheer up, don't embarrass yourself! You've been eating shit for so many years, how bad can you be?"

As expected of Dorn, who is most skilled at comforting people, he pointed out Magnus's true situation in one sentence, but it was precisely because of this that Mordred's grand plan could proceed.

"Dorn is right. What I am about to tell you is the most secret of the Imperial secrets. Anyone who knows this information after leaving this door will die."

As the saying goes, if the mountain won't come to you, then go to the mountain. The Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin is just your first step toward freedom, while the ultimate goal is to infiltrate the enemy's ranks.

So, are you prepared to live a life of obscurity, forever condemned to shame, or to become a true hero, a legend?

In a daze, Magnus saw a vision: a torn galaxy, a mad demon, and countless humans struggling through suffering but never finding salvation.

He was mocked and cursed, his name was condemned by countless people, he lost everything and ruined everything, his proudest possessions vanished into thin air, and he was the culprit.

Magnus didn't know what his future held, nor what price he would have to pay, but he knew he was the Lord of Prospero, the Crimson King of the Empire, and he was destined to become a legend.

"I am willing!"

(End of this chapter)