Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 147 Trojan Horse, but a big, golden guy.

"My beauty! You are surrounded by us. If you don't want to perish, you'd better come over here. Mother is in need of a concubine to serve her in bed. You are in luck!"

"Commander, he seems to be terrified."

"Shut up!" Athena punched the talkative good-for-nothing's head away, crossed her arms, and said arrogantly:

"This is the man who could become my Athena's father! How dare you discuss him here? Don't frighten my imperial father!"

The Emperor was stunned for a few seconds as the Randan aliens suddenly teleported in and surrounded him. They were indeed speaking authentic Gothic, even more authentic than Mordred's.

But when put together, the Emperor was a little confused. What did "Father Emperor" mean? Even if he were incredibly lustful, he wouldn't go so far as to attack an alien!

Could it be? Impossible!

Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps because of the high concentration of fel energy around him, the golden giant did not unleash a psionic explosion that shattered half the continent. Instead, his mind raced as he recalled his short 38,000-year lifespan, but he still couldn't understand it.

"I don't know!"

Athena's ingenious idea saved her life. She pointed to herself, then to the Emperor, and finally to the ravaged battlefield where fierce fighting was taking place all around her.
"There's an old saying in ancient Terra: 'We are all of the same origin, and those who work together will become heroes.' I believe you, my beautiful lady, can understand the meaning of that saying."

"Randan and humans could have coexisted harmoniously. If the two empires joined forces, they would be no match for each other. Moreover, unlike humans, our Randan Empire is a matriarchal society. A beauty like you, your genetic sequence would surely satisfy the Queen Mother!"

The Emperor understood somewhat, but it was unlikely he truly grasped it. The last person to make such a request seemed to be that eccentric old woman, Erda; clearly, it was someone who had tried to shield the sand from the wind.

"Don't you know who I am?"

“Of course I know. You are the ruler of mankind, the emperor! And I also know that you have offspring called the Primarch, and that you keep a vicious hound named Lemanrus. Am I right?”

Upon hearing this, the Emperor was astonished. He couldn't understand why Zhuang Sen could lose half of his army to these idiots. Was the whole world full of idiots?
Perhaps out of respect for her future father, or perhaps because the predecessor of the Ran Dan alien also had human components, Athena looked at the golden giant with increasing satisfaction.

So, what is your answer?
However, let me make this clear in advance: if you disagree, I will take forceful action, and once the deed is done, we will be family.

This proposal sounds incredible, but it's entirely due to cultural differences. For the Randan people, their minds have been imprinted with these differences since their very inception.

The mission of craftsmen is to develop technology, and the mission of soldiers is to kill enemies on the battlefield. Each level has its own goals, and with the mental network connecting thoughts, the level represents everything.

Just like northerners believe that the south is a warm world with spring-like weather all year round, and that winters can never be too cold, and that if the heating is turned on, wouldn't it be unbearably hot?

The truth is that heating is rarely installed in the south, so people have to rely on their own willpower. The cold and damp winter days are like a magical attack, and only air conditioning can provide a little comfort.

According to Athena's logic, as long as the Randan Empire and the Human Empire form an alliance through marriage, the Primarchs will be her brothers and sisters, and they can win without a fight.

It must be said that the world is full of wonders. If Mordred had been born on Randan's home planet, she would have immediately become the Lord of Sorrowful Winds.

In terms of abstractness, the Emperor is far inferior to Mordred, a player with exceptional talent, but his reputation score makes up for this.

"I'm willing! But..."

"What! You agreed? I thought you'd be like other humans, yelling and shouting some imperial truth or something and attacking me! But what?"

"But my offspring won't be as 'easy to talk to' as I am. They'd better take me away quickly; I can't wait to meet my future queen."

As he spoke, the emperor channeled his spiritual energy, amplifying his alluring aura, and his eyes flashed with an eerie light.

As expected, Athena, being a fellow member of the psionic race, had no doubts whatsoever. Her eyes even filled with tears, and she rushed forward, throwing herself into the Emperor's arms.

"Father!"

Despite his physical discomfort, the Emperor used all his strength to suppress the urge to slap the monster to death and began to hypnotize himself, replacing Athena's image with Mordred.

It would have been better if they hadn't changed her. After the change, the Emperor felt that Mordred was more like an alien than Randan. What's even more commendable is that at least the other side would address her as "you".

“However, Father, I must correct you. According to our customs, you are the Princess!”

"Whoo~"

The emperor smiled with relief; he had never been so speechless in his life. But before he could even try to fool the big fool Chun in front of him, a loud shout came from behind him:
"My lord, I'm here to help you!"

A flash of cold light appeared first, followed by a spear thrust like a dragon. Laendimion, the Imperial Guard's protector of the people, vowed to defend the monarch's honor and intended to kill this alien creature with a single thrust of his spear.

"Slap!" A bright, psychic slap came down, knocking the tribunal, who had only been cool for half a second, to the ground. Athena became even more excited and hugged her good father tightly.

Conversely, he trembled all over, his Dao heart shattered, and he collapsed to the ground in a backhand throw posture.

"My lord, what are you doing? What are you doing? Ah~ I don't want to see!"

"Shut up, La! You've grown up. You're no longer the little kid playing on the rocking horse. Run! Go tell Mordred that I'm going to the Randan Empire to become Empress and Queen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature around him dropped instantly, and streaks of white frost clung to his body. With a flash of spiritual energy, the Emperor and the few Ran Dan aliens vanished from the Imperial Guards' sight.

Looking at the desolate ruins around her, where no one was, La felt as if the sky had fallen. Her Majesty had actually gone to the Alien Empire to become a queen! No! I must inform the War Commander immediately.

………………

"What? Say it again, Father actually had an affair with an alien? Impossible, absolutely impossible! I think you want to die."

The Wolf King stopped the enraged Zhuang Sen and gestured for the Imperial Guards to move aside, warning them not to tear him apart alive. However, the loyal tribunal did not back down. Instead, he stepped forward and activated the recording system on his armor.

When the picture of the father and daughter embracing appeared before the four Primarchs, everything seemed so eerie. No one spoke first, until finally Guilliman couldn't bear to look any longer:
"Go quickly and invite the Imperial War General."

Half an hour later, Mordred, who had no fight left due to the complete retreat of the Randan Xenomorphs, was brought back to the bridge. When he learned that the yellow-skinned creature had been secretly colluding with the Xenomorphs behind his back, he was shocked:
"What? The Yellow Weasel King was kidnapped during his personal expedition? Hahaha!"
"Ahem, sigh... I never thought I'd get to relive the Tumu Crisis in my lifetime. Turns out the weasel is the War God of the Fortress Sect! What am I going to do?"

Seeing no response, Morey called out again what to do, and Brian, who was standing nearby, finally realized what was happening and quickly took out a yellow robe from his pocket and draped it over his Primarch.

“Father, it’s cold, be careful not to catch a cold. As the saying goes, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day. Since things have come to this, we have no choice but to establish a new emperor! Perhaps…”

Enraged by these words, Mordred swung his sword at Brian's head, severing half a strand of hair.

"Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting? The Emperor isn't dead yet. I believe the Holy Dynasty governs the world with filial piety. I must confirm that Old Man Huang is dead, completely dead, before I can establish a new dynasty with elegant policies."

I hereby declare myself the interim regent! Zhuang Sen, you shall be the war commander.

Being a War Master would certainly be good; Zhuang Sen dreamed of becoming a War Master, but now was definitely not the time to discuss that. He quickly tore off Mordred's yellow robe and threw it at Guilliman.

The offended Guilliman refused to touch the rubbish and instead shoved the yellow robe into Saint Gillis's hands, startling the archangel into quickly dropping it to the ground.

Seeing the morale of the Second Empire's members wavering, Mordred immediately changed his tune: "Actually, I was just trying to liven things up. We're all loyal subjects of the Empire, how could we do something so treacherous? Did you really hear that Old Man Huang is going to Randan's home planet?"

"It's absolutely true, General!"

To prove his point, the Imperial Guard played the incriminating evidence again. When Mordred heard Ran Dan's alien call the Emperor "Daddy," he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Well, I've been professionally trained, so I won't laugh no matter how funny it is, unless I can't help it."

However, since the Emperor was immortal, none of us know what he did before the war of unification.

I mean, just in case, just in case, before this, who can say for sure that Old Huang, in his efforts to raise funds for unifying Terra, didn't do anything that violated the Empire's principles? He has a history of such activities.”

Everyone kept their eyes straight ahead, not believing Mordred's fabricated rumors at all, but they couldn't help but think of the Roman wolf picture book.

Only Guilliman, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, was truly thinking things through, but he was quickly jolted awake by Mordred's slap:

"Second brother, why did you hit me?"

"If I hit you, I'll slap you too! Why do you have such a vivid imagination?"
"It's because you're too prone to daydreaming that you can't beat anyone. Don't let yourself get so badly beaten that good-for-nothing Luo Jia that you can't even handle him. Hurry up and assemble the fleet, we're going to raid your base!"

"Do you know the exact coordinates?" Zhuang Sen asked the most important question. Everyone looked at Mordred, but Mordred said that he didn't know either, but it did.

Regardless of how much credibility Mordred has of his Warmaster status, with the Emperor gone, he is now the first in line to the throne, and no one will disobey his orders.

Five entire legions, nearly 40 Space Marines, tens of millions of mortal support troops, 3000 Golden Corns, and hundreds of millions of Lizardmen, all gathered here under the command of the Imperial Warmaster.

Thirteen hours passed, and the Imperial Guard began to suspect that Mordred might truly be plotting a rebellion, when finally the Emperor's signal arrived.

Looking at the cool lighter in their hands that flashed repeatedly in a certain pattern, the five guys huddled together burst into hearty laughter:
"Could it be that?"

"That's right, exactly. The Battle to Protect the Roman She-Wolf begins!"

(End of this chapter)