Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 170 Eribas Must Die

Thinking of the Emperor's Fist, thoughts flow like a spring! (╯▔皿▔)╯

The Emperor's Sword, I'll never forget it! ((′д｀*))━——!!!
Lotus Emperor's Palm, for all eternity! () palm

After thirty years of solitude, the son finally returns!
The most unforgettable gift, the Sagittarius ring!

Ullanor's enthronement, the Imperial Warmaster!
Quack—Father, I really love you—Waaah (;Д`)—Waaah—Yaaah—Hehehehe.

If Mordred were to describe his impression of Horus, it would undoubtedly be this timeless, legendary verse. He had observed it far too often, and could see a hint of Oedipus traits in almost every Primarch.

Its gravity is so strong that even Mordred declared it invincible, and everyone was acting like lunatics. Even Perturabo, who had undergone the Titan training method, was now showing signs of relapse.

It made him wonder if he had come to some dark and brutal galactic melee, or a 76-episode version of "The Legend of Zhen Huan," where people were screaming and yelling all day long. There were so many people and it was so chaotic that if you turned away, you wouldn't know what happened next in five minutes.

All I know is that there's a power struggle in the harem, and everyone loves Prime Minister Cao.

Looking at Horus, who seemed completely unconvinced, Mordred knew exactly what this guy was capable of. Even if he was stuffed into a puff pastry by the four little ones, he would still shout, "Father loves me! I love Father!" and even dream of building a pantheon and giving the weasel a position as a mother goddess.

No wonder Oglin, the one-eyed sunburnt man, was terrified when he saw this scene. If you want to fight for power, you can do it. Even if you put it on Dorne, the Stone Man would have to call and ask what's going on.

"Second brother, can you tell me about the brother you saw? What kind of person is he?"

Horus was very curious. Ever since Mordred heard the name Colchis, he had been slumped on the sofa sighing. Could it be that his long-lost brother was mentally challenged?

"Luo Jia? There's nothing to say about this weakling. Unless he's some dazzling, unparalleled powerhouse, he's just a nobody on the street."

"But then again, Luo Jia looks a lot like Old Huang, you could say exactly the same, a one-to-one high-quality replica, which is why I asked you if you have any perverted hobbies."

Upon hearing this, Horus, whether out of a lapse of judgment or something else, suddenly asked, "Since this brother resembles our father, then who do you resemble, second brother?"
"I'm like our mom!"

Upon hearing this, everyone on the bridge turned to look at Mordred, including Atlas, and without exception, their eyes gleamed with an eerie light.

The entire Empire knows that the Primarch's father is the Lord of Mankind, but the identity of his mother is a complete mystery. No one dares to ask or say anything. No one expected to get such a big juicy scoop today.

This wasn't Mordred making things up; he'd seen it with his own eyes. Even the weasel admitted it, and he even suspected that the reason he was often beaten was because Old Man Huang had taken the fire that Erda had used as a toy and used it on him.

Mordred had no interest in Erda, that crazy woman; she was just a biological mother to him. He was concerned with something else entirely.

The diary entry had given him a wake-up call; the name of the radiant human sovereign was clearly written there. Mordred believed that without external stimulation, the unfortunate Roland would never have been able to escape the control of the Four Gods.

Now that the Emperor has such great power, it means that a great rebellion is inevitable. The Yellow Weasel must repay that debt, and no matter who the creditor is, he must repay it.

But now that Mordred has brought back most of the rebellious Primarchs, the question is, who will ultimately rebel?

We can't expect a bunch of Primarchs to get together and play Werewolf, can we?
Moreover, while the other Primarchs are one thing, Loka is a very important node. Even if he doesn't cause trouble in the future, there will always be another Primarch who will. The Four Little Vendors will definitely not let them get away with it.

At this stage, Mordred's previous foresight has become a shackle that is bothering him and giving him a huge headache.

He even wanted to chain up all the originals. "You weasel, why are you having so many babies? Even a sow can't reproduce as many times as you."

Mordred may not understand it, but he wasn't crazy enough to go that far. However, he knew there was one thing he had to do: that beast Iribus had to die!

"Horus, forget about that wretched Luo Jia. We have more important things to do. I need to kill two people. I won't be at peace until they're dead." "Kill who? I guarantee they'll be torn to pieces!"

It's possible that Horus had worked in the underworld, which is a good match for his profession.

Grasping his good brother's hand tightly, Mordred said, "These two are none other than Luo Jia's adoptive father and brother."

"Oh...this...this isn't a good idea, is it?"

Horus hesitated after all. The matter was still far from settled, and he hadn't even met his own brother yet. How could he be thinking of killing his parents and brothers? That was too much! How could he possibly run for warmaster after that?

“What’s wrong with that? I’m the Imperial Prophet, Second Brother. I know you kiss the Centaur Ring on your hand every night before you go to sleep, and I also know you collect all of Atlas’s Elysian Angels, even that one that’s supposedly a 1:1 replica…”

"Stop, don't say anymore. These two people must be extremely guilty. I believe in Second Brother."

I still prefer your righteous and noble appearance just now.

Seeing that Horus was still hesitant, Mordred immediately recounted what those two bastards had done, without exaggeration, since what those two insects had done was already quite beastly.

This is before Mordred mentioned that Eribus would stab you in the back, and before Colfaren revealed his future plan to capture Guilliman and enslave him.

In terms of ruthlessness, Horus is no less ruthless than Johnson. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, this godfather of the Krona mafia would never allow anyone to threaten his brothers.

But Mordred was clearly more ruthless. He proposed an orbital drop, kidnapping Luo Jia and then leaving, before launching an extinction order at Korkis to blow the planet up.

“You’re going a bit too far, Mordred.” Horus certainly wouldn’t agree to Mordred’s plan; after all, this planet was also the homeworld of Luojia.

Moreover, Horus himself couldn't be sure whether Mordred's prophecy was accurate or not. Horus Lupecal, after all, believed in the truth of the Empire and was a believer in science.

“I still think we should contact him first. After all, Luo Jia is our brother. As the saying goes, practice is the only way to verify the truth. There’s no point in us just talking here.”

Such a rational statement made Mordred realize that she might indeed have been a little bit extreme.

After all, the past is the past, and the present is the present. Perhaps Luojia is a wise and insightful person who excels in all aspects of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor!

“That makes sense, you’re absolutely right. I promise I’ll vote for you next time I run for war commander. Let’s keep the fleet on track and go down there to investigate.”

Seeing Mordred's open-mindedness, Horus was quite moved. Everyone said that his brother was bloodthirsty and like a madman, but wasn't this a good thing? He had already learned to think.

Unbeknownst to him, as the two flew towards Colkis aboard the Stormbird, the Shin-Nippori in the fleet quietly opened its engine room.

However, what flew out was not an Imperial fighter jet, but an Eldar sailing assault ship, with Black Knight leader Brian inside.

Accompanying him were the sixth of the four Atlas kings, the killer bee—Kiaran, and eight Eldar tactical squads.

Wearing harsh environment combat gear and stealth camouflage, Brian didn't waste any words; the true Mordred was secretly contacting him via the mental network:
"Father, we have already set off."

"Brian, I believe in your abilities. Remember to do a good job, and no Gothic is allowed on this mission. All for the Empire!"

"Hey ha, Atlas, live forever!"

(End of this chapter)