Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 164 Holy crap, Khorne is my dad!

Thomas Wayne, a name that is rarely mentioned except by dog ​​lovers.

In Mordred's memory, old Thomas was just like Dorne's grandfather, giving him the first warmth he experienced in this world, and the little blanket that still accompanies him to this day.

An unhappy childhood requires a lifetime to heal, and many people strive to make up for their childhood, Mordred being no exception.

This was an experience he had never told anyone, not even the emperor.

In those distant memories, Mordred, or rather, Holland, could only describe his childhood in two words—impoverished.

What's that saying again? There's only one disease in this world, and that's poverty!

To support their children, the two figures, whose figures were gradually fading from memory, did everything they could, but the impoverished childhood still forced the three brothers to experience life ahead of time.

For children who should be carefree, precocity is not a good thing, and the three brothers could feel the ridicule and malice from those around them.

But precisely because they are sensible, they don't cry and beg their parents for more like other children, because they know that just supporting themselves is already a heavy burden on their parents. As a result, they simply don't have the free time to spend with their parents like other parents do.

That world was wonderful; even the poor had a chance to rise above their circumstances. Fortunately, the three brothers were all intelligent and climbed that ladder step by step, because their parents had said that as long as they studied hard and finished university, everything would be alright.

There were no exam-taking geniuses from a small town, only three poor boys who wanted to open their eyes and see the bustling world.

But the reality remains harsh; all you get in return for hard work is a qualification, a qualification to touch the starting line.

It was at that time that they realized that not all people are born equal.

Because of poverty, you hesitate when facing a girl you like; when faced with opportunities, you look back and hesitate. This is not cowardice, but simply because you cannot face the consequences of failure.

Standing higher allows you to see further, but for someone who has just climbed out of the mire, all they can see are towering peaks.

Fortunately, the fear of poverty will drive the cattle and horses to keep running, towards those incredibly fresh-looking carrots.

The three brothers have no shortage of fighting spirit. The eldest, Hawking, is a smart guy just from his name. He forged ahead on that staircase, killing countless climbers. Most importantly, he has two healthy legs and doesn't like little girls.

The second son, Hogg, is both intelligent and clever. He bravely ventures into war zones with his extraordinary wisdom, becoming a crazy young man in every sense of the word, thus opening his eyes to the world ahead of time.

Huo Sanlang was not to be outdone. With his extraordinary wisdom, he was adept at navigating social situations, venturing overseas and writing his own legend among his fellow civil engineering enthusiasts.

But material wealth cannot erase the scars of childhood, which is why Mordred is so greedily thirsty for wealth. He was terrified of poverty and never wanted to see those tired but stubborn eyes again.

Unfortunately, the legend was not written down, but was instead struck by a meteor into this cesspool. And this time, Thomas filled the void of fatherly love that Mordred lacked in her childhood.

Dogs are inherently lazy, the kind of people who would rather lie down than stand up after eating, a style completely opposite to that of this world.

Old Thomas was the oldest shaman in the tribe, possessing immense strength and powerful spiritual energy. His eyes were piercing and could even see through the fog of the future, comparable to Makado.

Unfortunately, he had no children and was nearing the end of his life with no one to rely on. Just then, Mordred descended from the sky.

For Mordred, Thomas was not only an expensive godfather, but also an excellent teacher who truly groomed him to be his successor. Although they addressed each other as father and son, they were more like close friends.

Aside from liking to curse for no reason and being a bit irritable, everything about her was wonderful.

As the saying goes: Eight years of wind and rain, father and son reunite on the tranquil grassland. The old dog and the young dog gaze at each other, their joy surpassing that of close friends.

Little blanket, oh little blanket, vast grassland, oh vast grassland, my father loves me, I love my father!
That time was Mordred's most cherished memory, and he wouldn't allow anyone to desecrate it. You, a nobody who can't even be considered part of the Eight-Pointed Star, dare to mention Thomas? I think you're asking for death.

"Speak your mind, or shut up, Vashtor. You'd better satisfy me with your little secrets, or I'll fight you to the death."

Being able to communicate is a good thing; even a demon can't stand passive-aggressive behavior. Seeing Mordred stop, Vashtor immediately bent down and whispered:

"Actually, Thomas Wayne is not human."

Q_Q（▼へ▼メ）
Mordred's mouth opened slightly, its eyes instantly sharpening. Without any hesitation, it plunged its paw into Wa Banxian's eye socket, cursing loudly:
"Nonsense, how could I not know that my father is a dog? And my current biological father is also a dog."

The big, golden guy who was supervising the construction of the network suddenly sneezed. He wondered which bastard was talking about him again, but it had nothing to do with Vashtor. Mordred had obviously misunderstood.

However, since this was the collaborator he had chosen, the demon demigod was not angry at all. Instead, he explained with a mysterious expression:
"I didn't call your father a dog. No, your father is indeed a dog, but that's not what I meant. Haven't you noticed that the dog-man looks remarkably like that guy?"

"Who is it? Just say it, don't play games with me. No wonder you'll never become a big shot if you keep going on and on like this."

Vashtor was in a great hurry, but he couldn't reveal the name of the deity. So he took out a mirror and placed it in front of Mordred, and then took out a portrait and hung it on the wall.

"Mordred, you can fool the cursed, but don't fool yourself. Do you really think you achieved what you have through your own hard work? You were born to be on our side. Don't rush to refute me, look in the mirror before you speak!"

Looking at herself in the mirror, and then at the portrait, Mordred looked surprised:
"How could they be so similar?"

"It's more than just similar! Look at that mouth, and look at that unrestrained, arrogant eyes, especially that red birthmark, they're practically cut from the same mold."

Mordred still refused to believe that his projection was fabricated out of thin air. You can't say that Khorne with a dog's head is Thomas.

Seeing that Mordred was still unwilling to face reality, Vashtor was extremely anxious; he didn't want his collaborator to slip away.

According to his plan, after learning that his adoptive father was not human, Mordred should have lost his moral compass and developed a rift with the cursed one.

Once the seeds of doubt are sown, and the true nature of the original gene is revealed, along with the imperial truth that can be considered the greatest lie, one can take advantage of the situation.

The thought of possessing Atlas and gaining a Primarch made Vashtor hum softly.

"Mordred, you may not know this in the real world, but it is said in the Sea of ​​Souls that you are the Blood God's son. Even I, a demon slave in the Soul Forge, know this. Even the Blood God himself has admitted it."

"You're talking nonsense!" Mordred waved his hand, and his body transformed, changing from a miniature dog-man back to his human form:

"I'm a human, not a demon. Open your black eyes and take a good look. How do I resemble that useless dog?"

"You have lewd lines on your forehead."

"That's a battle mark! A battle mark, you bastard, can't you speak properly? This is the mark of me as the chieftain of the Atlas clan."

The balance of power has shifted, and Mordred, trapped in a self-proving trap, is going crazy. How could Thomas possibly be a disguised version of Khorne? That's simply impossible.

"By the way, Thomas uses psionic powers, and kobolds hate witchcraft the most. How do you explain that?"

Vashtor doesn't need any explanation. The four gods are warp deities, ranging from low-level demons to divine blessings, all of which are related to psionic energy.

Khorne dislikes witchcraft, but that doesn't mean he doesn't use it. On the contrary, the kobolds are very skilled at witchcraft, and Khorne is the one who builds the most demon altars.

"And don't you wonder why the dog-people can live in seclusion in this peaceful place? You should know that the dog-people race has existed since before the War of Heaven, and they were not as gentle as they are now."

If it weren't for bad luck in running into the Star Gods and the Great Old Ones (Ancient Ones), they would have already spread to every corner of the galaxy.

In terms of knowledge reserves, Vashtor, as a living fossil of demons, is extremely valuable, and he really didn't fool Mordred; he discovered it all through archaeological exploration.

Mordred had also questioned the origins of the dog-people, as there were legends of a dog-people empire in tribal mythology. However, he simply couldn't believe that these slacking-off dogs could establish a galactic empire. This isn't a Doraemon movie.

"Further words are pointless, and I don't want to hear them. Didn't you say Khorne was my father? I'll call him right now and ask him!"

For the kobolds who have countless avatars and spend their days frantically playing games online with others in the Divine Seal Network, Mordred is on their special watch list, and he will appear instantly as soon as there is any news about him.

To navigate the complex web of admirers, Mordred even created a small, highly prestigious group, including not only the Four Little Vendors but also the Emperor.

Vashtor was still doubtful, but the Blood God, one of the warp gods, replied instantly, clearly envious. He was even more convinced that his chosen partner also wanted to join the clique.

[@WarGod8888, you kobold, I have a question for you: are you my dad?]

[Lord of Humanity: ???]

【foodie:???】

[Smart Head: ???]

[Purple Mood: ???]

A series of question marks tells you how abstract this question is, but the dog-headed man actually typed it out, instantly shattering his pretentious image.

"You already know! Since that's the case, I won't hide it from you anymore. Actually, I'm your great-grandfather, but as long as you leave that bastard of a cursed person, you can be my father!"

Even if it's just to stay with the cursed one, the three of us living a good life is more important than anything else. I really love you so much.

[@Lord of Mankind, you dead bastard, say something!]

(End of this chapter)