Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 169 A Bump into Luck

Within the ruins of the hive, tall warriors clad in bone-white armor stood guard, fulfilling their duties as Space Marines even though there was no sign of life on this dead star.

After all, compared to the aliens that appeared out of nowhere, the little red-robed men who were wandering around the ruins were more dangerous. No one could say for sure whether these clumsy guys would trigger some ancient artifacts, especially with Atlas, who was equally clumsy, present.

But none of this concerned the two Primarchs. Mordred was with Horus, browsing through the diaries in front of the Thinker Array.

While most respectable people don't keep diaries, and even if they do, they wouldn't write down their innermost thoughts, this planetary governor named Roland is clearly an exception.

"Brother, why is this planetary governor writing his diary in the first person? Don't you think that's strange? And why are you wearing this outfit?"

"You don't know this," Mordred said, his eyes sharpening instantly, his gaze piercing as he spoke in a voice like someone with terminal laryngeal cancer, a lollipop dangling from his mouth and a bat-like headgear on his head.

"People who usually keep diaries have little secrets. The diary is another confidant for them, just like how you like anime characters. It makes perfect sense. As for why I'm wearing this outfit, it's because it fits the atmosphere."

Robin, please call me Batman!

Horus nodded to himself. He realized that Mordred was acting strangely again. He must not provoke him at this time and had to go along with him, otherwise he would definitely start to go crazy.

"As expected of Batman, you have a keen eye. What's next?"

The thinker, silent for a thousand years, gradually awakens, and the ancient message begins to appear on the screen:
[On the first day after the time travel, yay! I knew good people would be rewarded.]

Although I was brought into this world by a stroke of luck, I was born with my own unique talents. I'm just a mere feudal savage; it's time to give these slave owners some 21st-century scientific shock.

That driver was a real bastard; he was hauling steel coils!

The two exchanged a glance, both focusing on the keyword '21st century,' and then continued reading.

On the 82nd day after the transmigration, everything was going smoothly. With my efforts, the serfs' rebellious spirit was stirred up. But unexpectedly, magic existed in this world.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. I already have a flying skull, so a little magic is perfectly reasonable. Being a witch is quite a treat! Such a beautiful woman is going to be burned alive! I won't stand for it!

[In the second year after my transmigration, my conclusion was correct: this world is indeed different. It seems to have experienced a technological leap; there are even artificial satellites in the sky. Fortunately, with the witch's help, the resistance has acquired gunpowder weapons, and it's time to begin vying for control of the Central Plains.]

[In the third year after my transmigration, damn it! Why are these so-called knights completely different from what I imagined? They even have Gundams! No wonder the serfs didn't dare to rebel. This is outrageous!]

[Four years after my transmigration, this is a massacre. The resistance is no match for those humanoid Gundams; many are dead or wounded, even my wives are dead. I will take revenge!]

In the fifth year after my transmigration, following the guidance of the immortal in my dream, I finally escaped that prison. It's time for them to pay the price.

The god of life granted me an indestructible body, the god of wisdom granted me unparalleled intelligence, and the god of courage granted me boundless strength! Hahaha, today I will single-handedly shatter the teeth of the entire world!

Seeing this, Mordred already sensed something was wrong, but this tough guy was still spouting off: "[In the 24th year after my transmigration, I have finally unified the entire world. Everyone lives in peace and prosperity. The Trinity Church has become the unified faith of Quel'Thalas. The research department has also discovered a well-preserved spaceship in the ruins. It's time to set off for the stars.]"

Interestingly, I didn't arrive in another world, but in the future. The calendar is a bit strange though; it's the 27th millennium. I really don't know how people in the future calculate dates. Isn't that inconvenient?

[In the 26th year after our transmigration, we are not alone. There are still humankind in the galaxy. The Colkis Federation has accepted us. They even have one more god than we do, and that is a goddess of love.]

Fortunately, they were all orphans of humanity, and Quel'Thalas quickly integrated into the Federation. Unfortunately, the raging warp storms prevented them from contacting the Federation.

…………

[100 years after my transmigration, a century has passed in the blink of an eye. Under my rule, Quel'Thalas has become the most prosperous world in the Federation. Even the governors of the planets in the other three worlds have elected me as the leader of the Federation.]

I've fulfilled the promise the deity who sent me here made; it's time to enjoy myself. Wait, I remember there were only four deities.

…………

[Plague, slaughter, sacrifice, and horrible demons crawling out from under skin—I remember now, I finally understand what my mission is: it's all a lie.]

If this cannot be corrected, then let the Federation burn!

[130 years after the time travel, later generations, when you see this sentence, I will already be dead, but I am not a coward. I have corrected the mistakes I made.]

Everyone thought I was crazy, but I knew I was right. In three minutes, 3 nuclear bombs distributed throughout the Federation world would be detonated.

This is my last ripple. Maybe no one will catch this joke, but who cares? I've lived enough. Come on, you damned demons!

As the last message ended, Mordred and Horus exchanged another glance, both understanding the reason for the outbreak of civil war.

"Mordred, this should be a parasitic Xenomorph with mind control capabilities. If the records are true, this Roland is very likely a human from the ancient Terra era who wandered here via the Warp, and this 'Great Transport' should be a prototype of a Warp engine."

Listening to Horus's detailed analysis, everyone nodded in agreement. Only Mordred knew that the so-called subspace prototype was not what it seemed at all, but rather a hundred-ton behemoth.

There weren't even any aliens, just an unlucky guy who was stuffed into a cream puff by an evil god. And this unlucky guy actually managed to kill him with a move called "Heaven and Earth Together," so he didn't embarrass his fellow countrymen.

History suddenly took a strange turn, but fortunately, Master Mo never suffered from mental exhaustion. The Thinker Array contained star maps of other worlds, and the world called Colkis was among them.

Mordred's liver ached at the thought of possibly encountering that charlatan noob. He should have brought a few Titans. But what worried him even more was another problem.

"Horus, I want to kill someone!"

(End of this chapter)