Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 124 Bad News from Subspace

Since that secret meeting, the three brothers have been working diligently to prepare for the plan, each according to their assigned tasks.

According to the initial plan, Mordred would be developed according to the needs of the client, namely Macardo, to make multiple modifications to the Assassin's Court, including individual equipment and even physical enhancements.

This was the condition for obtaining the Star Torch blueprints, and Mordred certainly wouldn't break his promise. After all, in order to establish the Assassin's Court, Macardo had even opened up part of the royal treasury, and he himself would feel a little embarrassed if he were to deceive people again.

However, once she actually started working, Mordred realized just how difficult the job was.

Like all clients, Macardo made numerous and difficult demands. What was most infuriating was that he also wanted the assassin's living skin to display a multicolored black, supposedly to aid in stealth and concealment.

Mordred had no choice; after all, the client had said so, so what could he do but obediently comply?

Fortunately, Master Mo was incredibly talented. He directly used his own harsh environment combat suit and modified it to create a synthetic skin suitable for mortal body types. In accordance with Atlas tradition, it was made to be extremely astringent.

According to Macardo and Mordred's plan, the Assassin's Court will be divided into six temples: Calidus specializes in stealth and backstabs, Churisas specializes in elven skills, Vendica specializes in long-range sniping, and Iverson specializes in mass killing.

These four temples are collectively known as the Four Great Constables, and they are field agents specifically used for external combat. Below them are the Temple of Vennham, who is covered in poison and acts as apothecary, and the Temple of Vanus, who is good at opening boxes and specializes in human flesh search.

Due to Mordred's personal reasons, although he was given the title of Grand Master of the Assassin Court by Macardoan, he was unwilling to do any work and preferred to tinker with his blasphemous research.

This is precisely why Macardo chose Mordred. On the one hand, although Mordred is the Primarch, he is more like a partner of the Emperor. On the other hand, it's because Mordred is a very reliable and trustworthy person!
While being a lazy bum and a waiter to die might not sound like a good thing, when paired with the title of War General, it becomes the best advantage.

While Mordred transformed into a biological mastermind, designing a renovation plan for the Assassin's Court, Dorn and Magnus were also busy.

Using the blueprints for the Star Torch, the two conducted an on-site investigation and, relying on the powerful information processing capabilities of the Primarch, managed to replicate a miniature Star Torch on the Terra Wasteland at the same scale.

But compared to this achievement, Magnus's transformation was even more significant.

Every day at sunrise, the guards on duty would see a muscular figure, shirtless, running freely in the morning sun carrying a large quantity of canned tomatoes.

Moreover, as time went on, Magnus, who was already considered a giant among Primarchs, became dissatisfied with the weight of Lemanus and gradually increased the weight layer by layer.

They even brought in a tow truck, loaded a Titan onto it, and had it huffing and puffing away as it worked out its muscles. This got the Emperor to come out of the net and want to see what his red-skinned son was up to.
Upon seeing the suddenly appearing emperor, dressed only in a loincloth, his body covered in essential oils that shimmered in the sunlight, Magnus, who was showing off his pectoral muscles to the crowd, immediately went to greet him:
"Father, look at my strong and pure body. How about it? Aren't you envious?"

The Emperor felt no envy whatsoever, only anger. Magnus was part of his backup plan, a candidate who could replace him and take that position to guard the network.

Before he could even utter a reprimand, the one-eyed sunburnt Oglin was suddenly filled with spiritual light and forcefully lifted the 20-meter-tall Predator Titan.

This move immediately drew cheers from the crowd, who shouted "Long live the Crimson King!" Some of the more treacherous guards even took the opportunity to step forward and stroke his firm, iron-like muscles.

Among them, three large men dressed in very little clothing were particularly lewd.

Seeing the emperor's surprised expression, Magnus looked smug. So what if he's the son of the first emperor? You, Horus, are just a nobody by the roadside. Only I am my father's proudest son.

He had been on the wrong path all along. How could those so-called witchcraft compare to his resilient body, forged through countless trials? This was the legendary path that Magnus was meant to walk.

Even if it can't last forever!
As expected, when Magnus put down the Titan, the Emperor immediately went over to examine him, but no matter how he looked at him, he couldn't find anything different about Magnus.

"No need to look, Father. I have chosen a path that is more suitable for me. It's time for you to grow up. Stop acting like a child and disappearing every day. It makes things difficult for us."

According to the training plan, I must move on to the next subject: Muscle Strength, I command you to emerge!

"Kids, the goal of this training is to run a lap around the equator. Come on, follow me!"

"Come on!"

In an instant, Magnus, with the golden giant looking on in disbelief, strode off at an exaggerated speed and disappeared into the distance.

Was I being mocked by him?

………………

Beside the Well of Eternity, countless Tzeentch archdemons trembled in fear. Once so arrogant, they were now consumed by terror, lacking even the courage to look up. With a scream, a hapless archdeacon was thrown into the well by Tzeentch, but it waited and waited, and nothing emerged from the water.

More and more demons disappeared one after another, but no matter how many were sent, not a single demon crawled out of the well.

Back then, although Tzeentch knew everything about the past and present, he couldn't perfectly foresee the future, which made him very unhappy.

To overcome this shortcoming, He came to the Well of Eternity, located at the center of reality, hoping to gain the ability to see the future; however, He did not dare to jump down himself.

After all, if one could completely foresee the future, there would be no change whatsoever.

No evil god is willing to complete itself; Khorne loves killing but is unwilling to bear the consequences; Nurgle rejects death and is unwilling to reincarnate; Slaanesh pursues unrestrained desires but is never satisfied.

So this old cunning bastard tricked and coaxed his subordinates, the ever-changing demon lords, into the well one by one, but none of them returned until Carlos appeared.

Even among the ever-changing demon lords, Carlos is an extremely special one. He was extremely lucky to "accidentally fall into the water." Although he aged rapidly and went mad, he also benefited from the misfortune and grew a bird head that could see the future.

But with Mordred's exploits, Tzeentch completely lost his demonic prophet. But even when the universe is destroyed, three mouths will remain in the void, one of which will say, "This is all part of the plan!"

Even without Carlos, there's still Magnus. Tzeentch will never admit defeat; he has a backup plan no matter what.

Even according to the Winning Theory, Carlos was also fed to Mordred, who would never let go of his eternal chosen one.

Thinking of this, the blue slime suddenly wanted to observe how Magnus was doing.

Through that deal, Tzeentch's power easily permeated the physical universe, instantly transforming into a tiny pink freak.

Just as the little creature was about to observe the situation as instructed by its own deity, a swift, crimson elbow strike pierced its eye.

"Where did this cheap carbs come from, daring to ruin my well-trained muscles? Get out!"

The Pink Demon was almost struck by Magnus's elbow, but fortunately Magnus was asleep and had no idea that something was watching him.

After years of training, Tzeentch probably knows this magical pony better than the Emperor, and Pinky noticed his difference at just one meeting.

Looking at Magnus, who was sleeping soundly in bed with a large tub of protein powder on the table, it noticed that the guy looked much more robust than before.

But an order is an order. As an extension of the evil god's will, the Pink Demon obeys the will of its own god. Its birth stems from Tzeentch's spying on Magnus.

Without hesitation, the little creature leaped into Magnus's dream, determined to fulfill its mission within the dream world.

Looking at the endless expanse of yellow sand before it, the Pink Demon knew that this was the scene in Prospero. It had once been summoned there as a little elf, where the humans were very easy to fool.

But Prospero is different today. In the capital city of Tizica, countless scholars cheered and used their incredibly strong biceps to engage in a physical and intellectual discussion.

The most eye-catching of them all is the crimson giant standing on the high platform, striking various muscular poses.

The Pink Devil thought it must be dreaming, no! It was dreaming right now, but why was that nerdy Magnus looking like this?

Perhaps because of its weak strength, the Pink Demon was able to hide well in the dream, but the more it observed, the more eerie it felt.

Especially when it saw Magnus teaching everyone to arm their bodies with psychic energy and smash the enemy's skull with his muscles, the strange contrast made it wonder if it had come to the wrong place.

Even in the chaos, a song of loyalty can be composed. In order to deliver the message as soon as possible, this pink demon did not hesitate to sacrifice itself to escape, snapping its own neck with a snap.

As it was repatriated and banished back to the warp, the resurrected demon roared:

"Master, something terrible has happened! Magnus has been corrupted by the kobolds!"

"Ok?"

(End of this chapter)