Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 149 There are millions of humans in the Milky Way, and the Emperor has offended most of them.

The Void Dragon left without looking back, running into its cage to continue its daily fantasy. However, before leaving, it left a small section of its tail inside Mordred's body.

This miraculous scene stunned everyone for a moment, especially the motor enthusiasts who had accompanied the army. They shouted "Long live Ohm Messiah! The Emperor is indeed the incarnation of the god of machines!"

When we get back, we'll turn those idiots at the Mars headquarters who slandered the Emperor, saying he used psionic rain to fool people, into machine servants. The Mechanicus should rightfully be led by their Myriad Machine Emperor faction.

As one of the three giants of the Celestials, even though Mag Radros was shattered by the Necromancers of the Space, this largest fragment of the Celestials still possesses strength comparable to a weak, useless Celestial, far surpassing the Burner fragments that only know how to bathe in lava.

In just a few minutes of its appearance, it destroyed countless ships, including many unfortunate humans.

Fortunately, the objective was indeed achieved. The brief rampage of the Star God fragments completely suppressed the Randan aliens in the surrounding starry sky, tearing open a gap for the Imperial Fleet that led directly to the Randan home planet.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Emperor activated his psionic energy and used a psionic teleportation technique that could instantly cause PTSD in other timelines' Angrons. He then led his four sons into the encirclement. They had to eliminate this major threat.

Looking at the Emperor Dream, which had just launched a surprise attack on the enemy's lair, the blue man, who had been bullied once again, was speechless. Boss, second boss, sixth boss, ninth boss, and now the Emperor, am I Guilliman really that worthless?
"Damn it! Bastard, one day I'll make everyone look up to me, not because of vanity, but because I can! The whole ship will board me."

Guilliman's thoughts are currently unknown, but the Imperial Dream encountered the same situation as on the Battle Moon.

The array of light spears that should have torn the earth apart was blocked, and five layers of void shields were stacked to envelop the entire planet. This was so ruthless and outrageous that it made it impossible for the Imperial fleet to carry out orbital bombardment.

Since they couldn't blow them up, they had no choice but to resort to the Empire's traditional methods: Space Marines from the four legions were airdropped into orbit via drop pods, falling like meteors to the surface of Randan's homeworld.

This was the largest airborne operation since the founding of the Empire. Apart from the Space Marines, there were no mortal auxiliary forces; they were simply no match for the mind control of the Randan Xenomorphs. Only the Lizardmen went with them.

These lizardmen are the best of the best, with an average height of over three meters. They would be leaders even if they were thrown into a group of green-skinned people.

As expected of the alien homeworld, Randan was bombarded with artillery fire the moment they landed. The previously rare Randan lords appeared in large numbers and immediately became entangled with the troops.

Even though the troops that came were all elites, the boarding forces were caught in a fierce battle. Bombs and plasma blasted flesh and blood to shreds on both sides. Lizardmen and Randan hunters fought each other to the death. Every creature had only one goal: to kill the other.

Humans airdropped a Knight, and the enemy sent Ripper Warbeasts. As Randan's heavy armored forces assembled, humanity airdropped even more Poison Blade Tanks. With each escalation, the battlefield instantly transformed into an apocalyptic war.

Ignoring the life-or-death struggle that lay ahead, the super-luxury assault team, composed of the Emperor, Primarchs, and the Royal Guard, charged forward, riding Mordred toward the distant crimson spire.

Mordred also took full advantage of his initiative, generating a large number of spiked bunkers on his body and taking out his long-stocked 120mm nuclear missile launchers from his dimensional pocket and distributing them to the passengers on his body.

A terrifying beast nearly 100 meters long ran rampant, its body riddled with nuclear missiles fired by the Imperial Guard, while San Gilles, carrying a plasma melt and transformed into a horrifying melted crispy chicken, provided protection in the sky.

In the end, even the cat and dog duo abandoned close combat and instead picked up rocket launchers and fired wildly. They fought their way to the enemy's palace.

Under nuclear bombs, all beings are equal. The Imperial Legion simply lacks small, cheap, high-powered weapons. Any carbon-based life form would have its armor melted if it were directly attacked by the 8000°C intense heat of a nuclear fireball.

Moreover, the nuclear missile launchers were used and then discarded, relying on Mordred's seemingly endless supply of four-dimensional energy. In the hands of superhuman warriors like the Imperial Guard and Primarchs, they were almost always accurate, firing at a rate comparable to close-in weapon systems. With the last line of defense breached, the group finally stormed into the palace.

A warp rift floats atop a massive pyramid, with countless pipes clinging to it, extracting twisted and filthy warp energy and connecting it to a metal hull marked XI below.

On the enormous throne beneath the hull sat a tall, roly-goran alien wearing a laurel crown, staring down at the emperor.

"Nyos, you've finally come, you traitor! Do you even remember who I am?"

Before the emperor could speak, Zhuang Sen, who was already seething with anger, launched a powerful leaping slash at the opponent's head.

But the greatsword that was supposed to behead the lion was grabbed by Queen Randan. A crimson light flashed, the greatsword shattered instantly, and the lion king was kicked back by a flying kick.

Seeing their sworn brother humiliated, how could the four men, as members of the four gangs, stand idly by? They were about to charge forward, but were stopped by the Emperor:

"Dal, stop now. You have betrayed humanity. I will end your corrupt fate."

Hearing the Emperor speak, Empress Randan, who hadn't even stood up after being struck by the Lion King's leap, finally rose and sneered:
"Corruption? Neos, you haven't changed a bit, still as arrogant as ever. No wonder you managed to get together with that crazy woman, Erda, and give birth to so many monsters. Do you think you've lived up to my trust?"

As if they had unknowingly overheard some earth-shattering secret, all three Primarchs except Mordred looked at the Emperor, a sight that caused Dahl to burst into unrestrained laughter:

"It seems you haven't told them yet, which is very much in line with your style, Neos. But then again, they're not as capable as me, so you definitely won't tell them the truth."

"I'm doing this for their own good."

"You're talking nonsense!" Enraged, Empress Ran Dan raised her spear, her spiritual energy surging, and everything she swept across it disintegrated into basic particles.
"Because of your betrayal, I was imprisoned for three thousand years, and when I finally found a way to revive humanity, you destroyed everything, just like you destroyed my Dahl Technology back then."

With the roar of the Queen of Randan, four tall Randan War Generals emerged from behind her. The chaotic and turbid subspace energy had become tangible, and two of them still had unhealed pipe connections on their bodies, clearly indicating that they were newly created newborns.

"See that? This is the technology we've been working on together. I may not be as lucky as you, but fate is truly amazing."

As soon as she finished speaking, the seemingly golden madwoman, Queen Randan, tore open her shell, revealing a human boy less than 1.2 meters tall who had completely merged with Dar.

“I call him Sisyphus, my proudest son, my closest partner, the miracle I try to recreate.”

Every high-ranking Randan is the culmination of our shared lives. If we follow human tradition, shouldn't I also call you Father, Neos?

"court death!"

(End of this chapter)