Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 134 The eldest brother holds the Golden Throne, the second brother holds the Bronze Throne

Emperor Dream

The Emperor on the bridge looked somewhat helpless as he watched Mordred slump into the sofa like a salted fish, frantically rubbing a data pad with his demonic pet.

"Can't you act like a warlord for once? All you do is play your crappy game. You've completely disgraced the Primarchs."

"Ugh, can't you see I'm protecting the empire? Go play somewhere else."

In the blink of an eye, Mordred made a mistake and was killed by the enemy's 'Stonedon' with Bloodrage.

Seeing his own character utterly pathetic while the opposing Warrior 88 was wreaking havoc, Mordred felt a pang of disappointment. He handed the stat panel directly to Waldo, who was silently watching from the sidelines, as he engaged in a true 1v1 duel with the kobold.
Mordred plays a game called Galaxy Brawl, a 5v5 tower defense game where each hero is based on a real person, including but not limited to Primarchs, the Mechanicus Archsage, Space Marines, Aliens, and even demons.

Indeed, in order to avoid being caught off guard when facing Chaos in the future, Mordred ingeniously stuffed intelligence into the game, along with a large number of alien races that he could remember.

Upon its release, Galactic Brawl became a sensation throughout Atlas and, with the deployment of Divine Seal terminals, gradually spread to every household.

Mordred originally intended to use the Divine Seal Network to reduce the cost of learning, allowing ordinary people in the Empire to also have access to basic education, but he clearly misjudged the lazy nature of humanity.

Free educational materials go unstudied, but people are playing games with gusto. Even with high-priced game skins, there are always whales willing to spend money to acquire them, with the most outrageous being the God of War 88.

Despite being a powerful and imposing evil god, Mordred couldn't understand why this guy was like a robot, appearing everywhere.

He's the one who brags in chat groups, the one who posts silly short videos, and even the one who streams himself fighting aliens. One Atlas even received a donation from the top spender during a live stream because of his bravery in battle.

They gave this unnamed Atlas a red scarf, made of dog hair!
To curb its arrogance, Mordred banned more than 70 accounts, drastically changed the game data, and nerfed the heroes that the Kobolds liked. But now that they've all been nerfed to a pulp, he still can't beat them.

Mordred tightened his red scarf, his eyes glazed over, and he couldn't help but think of the days when Sally filled in for him. He couldn't keep hiding behind the little brat like before.

"Waldo, are you even good enough? Even a kid can beat you. It's a waste of your size."

Perhaps seeing a new blue ocean market, the evil gods, constrained by the veil of barriers, found a new way to reap the rewards and poured directly into the Divine Seal Network.

The demons, perhaps bored out of their minds, have transformed into fan club followers, forming four major factions. Apart from the Eternal Holy War, they have found a new battlefield, with the entire internet filled with users hurling insults at each other.

The good news is that Mordred no longer needs to worry about the security of the Shenyin terminal; anyone who dares to damage the router is essentially provoking everyone.

The bad news is that Shenyin Network is a complete mess; you never know what kind of weirdo is chatting with you across the internet cable.

There was a human captain named Marcus from Tarrassa who, due to his bizarre aesthetic sense, became famous for his unparalleled philanthropy and attracted many online girlfriends.

Logically speaking, such a playboy should have been killed by a machete, but who knew that this amazing man managed to handle all his relationships and meet about 10 girlfriends in a wild world.

But that's not all. Each of these so-called 10 girlfriends is a poet, including but not limited to Grey Oglin, Catman, Ratman, Space Necromancer, Green Skin, Black Bean Sprout, White Bean Sprout, Wild Bean Sprout...

There are countless races, both those whose names you can recall and those whose names you can't, but Marcus, with his superhuman charisma, manages to take his entire family flying far away.

By the time the report reached Mordred's ears, the great Captain Marcus had already fled, perhaps with a few more servants, becoming a legendary man, leaving behind only an incomprehensible message: "Love is not such an inconvenient thing. The great Marcus Sicarius never backs down, and I will surely spread the sacred human gene throughout the world."

With another kill sound effect, before Waldo could even crush the data plate in his rage, the Emperor snatched it away. He couldn't take it anymore:
"What a disgrace! A Primarch and a Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guard, and you get utterly crushed in a video game? I suspect you two have lost your minds. Get out of my way, let me handle this!"

For the first time, Mordred was so badly criticized that she had no way to refute him. She gave up the sofa and went to play cards with the useless corn spirit with a blank look in her eyes. She also invited the kitten to play Dou Dizhu (a card game).

If Mordred was a noob, then the Emperor was a limited edition noob. He only survived two more health potions than Mordred before being killed by the Stoneborn Dorne controlled by the God of War 88.

However, as an immortal being who has existed throughout human history, the Emperor did not care about this. Instead, he felt that he was killed because he was not familiar with the mechanics.

"That's interesting, let's have another one!"

After the black and white movie ended, the Emperor, who was now controlling Mordred, was much more stable. Even though he still died a few times, he eventually escaped with a sliver of health thanks to his experience as a seasoned player and wore down the God of War 88.

It should have ended here, but unexpectedly, the other party sent a message:
"Please, you're so weak!"

You've made such noticeable progress in just a few minutes! I admire you even more now. Is the scarf still suitable? If you don't like it, Dad will knit you another one!

"???"

The Emperor sensed something was wrong. He thought to himself that his father had died long ago, so who was this bastard who dared to call him "father"? But soon he noticed the red scarf around Mordred's neck. This dog had actually recognized a different father behind his back.

"who are you?"

"Who am I? Haha, I thought you recognized me a long time ago. But it doesn't matter. Since you asked so sincerely, I will mercifully tell you."

As the battle cries of 8888 bloodthirsty demons rose, crimson text appeared on the screen:
"War, killing, destruction, hatred."

"Courage, competition, determination, honor."

"Eighth Way, Eighth Trial"

"Rage burns in the abyss, the world trembles with my power. Beneath the shadows, all things turn to ashes!"

"I am the creator of war, the embodiment of slaughter and glory, unstoppable and indefensible, I am destiny, I am—Khorne!"

In the past, the emperor might have become weak, but as the Great Expedition progressed, he was no longer the ignorant fool who could only repeatedly probe the edge of the chessboard when trying to steal the flame.

Power is the reason to be king. Is Nioth really just an incompetent husband who can only sleep in a porn movie?

"I am the Emperor!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)