Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 171 The Holy Knights? The Holy Knights' Eastern Expedition? Where did I get me here?
Korkis is a desolate world covered in yellow sand, with Gobi Desert, barren lands, and radioactive craters that kill silently. The harsh living environment forces its inhabitants to live a nomadic life.

Like most imperial worlds, the desolation of Colkith was man-made, wiped out by nuclear flames falling from the sky, killing or purifying ninety percent of its population.

All the technological hubs were given special attention, leaving only a small portion of the area habitable for humans. This led to a technological stagnation among the inhabitants, and the world reverted to a feudal state.

But humans are a race that loves infighting. After the survivors gathered together, they inevitably began to form their own small groups, which eventually evolved into different countries and began to fight endlessly for population, oases, water, and even all the necessities of survival.

Among them, religion is the most rampant. The Colkis people, who have lost their technological heritage, believe in whatever they can. They are naturally attracted to strength and can launch holy wars for their religious beliefs, even fighting until the dogs' brains are blown out.

Moreover, due to their low level of education, their beliefs are diverse, and there is even primitive worship, such as the nuclear bomb town that Mordred and Horus infiltrated.

Their faith is the unexploded nuclear bomb at the center of the city-state. They established a bizarre religious order called the Atomic God Cult and also formed the Atomic Guardian Army. When they draw their knives to kill people, they shout "Split into King, Unite into God, God Bless the Cult, Hallelujah!"

Given time, Korkis might very well have evolved into a bizarre organization like the Cult of Mechanics, but the appearance of one person changed this situation.

"My lords, you two look like you've come from out of town, preparing to join the Holy Order!"

The two people who were enjoying milk tea at a street stall looked up. Mordred and Horus had disguised themselves to sneak in quietly.

Mordred is easy to deal with; he can become whatever he wants. He's essentially a lump of flesh, so turning him into an attack helicopter wouldn't be a problem. But to make him look more human, we chose to scale him down proportionally.

Horus also had a solution. The Shadowmoon Wolf was quite wealthy, and Horus wore a pair of transformation glasses that had been passed down from the Dark Ages. He could transform into a normal human by shouting "Wash your socks!" and would also get a red and white bodysuit for free.

I have no idea how idle humans were in the dark ages of technology to develop such a device. No wonder everyone was crazy.

"Master, what do you do for a living? How did you manage to tell us brothers' identities?"

The tea stall owner remained silent, but simply lifted his robe and pointed to Mordred and Horus:

“My two guests, although I, Wiesden, am old, my eyes are not blind. Haven’t you noticed that your clothes are a little different from those of the people around you?”

Mordred, wearing a white tank top and baggy shorts with an afro, exchanged a glance with Horus, who was wearing a red and white bodysuit and a cloak, and had his sparse hair combed to one side as much as possible. They both thought the question they had asked was stupid.

Seeing that the two landlords' foolish sons understood, the tea stall owner even kindly brought them two packets of dates, suggesting they eat something sweet to nourish their brains.

"The saints you're looking for aren't here. They should be in the Black Gobi Desert right now. It's already afternoon, so it'll take at least a month to get there. I can arrange for you to set off with the supply team tomorrow. The Black Gobi Desert is not something fledglings like you can handle."

It's only because you met me that you two, with your delicate skin, would have been tricked into becoming male slaves long ago. Especially you, with your blond hair, those slave-catching teams love people like you the most.

"But then again, even if you join the Crusaders, it has to be at the right time!" "The Crusaders?" Mordred felt he had heard a strange term, implying that they were going to join the Crusaders. Boss, you know better, so say more.

An hour later, the two Primarchs, each carrying a bomb gun, stood on the Gobi Desert, surrounded by corpses whose heads had been blown off by a single shot.

"The local gang is so rude! We were robbed as soon as we left town. How dare they be so brave? Don't they know I'll lose my temper?!"

Horus was also somewhat confused. The people here were like madmen, shouting "Ankara hulaba" as they charged at them. They were all fearless and even after the enemy leader was shot, they still insisted on rushing up to their deaths. There was no way to communicate with them.

"Mordred, I feel like something's off. Didn't you say Luo Jia was a masochist? Something doesn't feel right!"

"How would I know? I clearly remember Luo Jia being a good-for-nothing. The saints descended, the unified order was formed, and the Holy Army launched an eastern expedition. This script is not right."

According to the talkative tea stall owner, since Loka arrived in Colchis, this saint has been exceptionally gifted. With his extraordinary wisdom, he debated with the popes of various city-states, leaving them speechless, and was highly appreciated by the lord of Colphalon.

Pope Colfalun was quite wise; he established the Holy Order of Knights by leveraging the powerful influence of the Holy Son.

Luo Jia became the Holy Son, Colfalun became the Pope, and everyone loved Eribas, who was also the most powerful Pope at the time. Most human settlements joined the Holy Army and were even allowed to retain their local beliefs.

Take Nuclear Town as an example. Saint Luo Jia once said that the God Emperor is the God of Atoms. He is the Om Messiah of the world and the first spark produced by the collision of atoms.

Anyone who doesn't believe in the God Emperor is a heretic and will be subjected to nuclear torture by the God of Atoms. In short, the God Emperor is everything, and everything is for the God Emperor. Nuclear bombs belong to the God Emperor, the sky belongs to the God Emperor, the earth belongs to the God Emperor, and even every bite of food you eat is a gift from the God Emperor.

Moreover, joining the Crusades is not a waste of time. As long as you become a member of the Crusades, you will be protected by the Legion. There is even a saying: "Eat his mother's food, drink his mother's water, and the saints will not pay taxes."

Upon hearing this abstract doctrine that blended feudal unification, mystery, primitive worship, and even a touch of internationalism, even Mordred couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed. It was illogical that Iribus was actually a good person!

"No, this is too bizarre. I have to find out what Luo Jia's composition is."

Seeing that no one was around, Mordred stopped pretending to be human. His flesh and blood churned, a pair of huge bone wings unfolded from behind him, and he grabbed Horus's shoulder and flew into the sky.

Meanwhile, deep in the Black Gobi Desert, a giant dressed in a single garment and holding a scepter knelt on the ground, chanting incantations. Several tall knights brandished iron whips, quickly leaving bloody welts.

If any members of the Empire were present, they would surely recognize the holy image on that scepter as the Great Emperor, the human lord who led them on their great expedition.

"Your Holiness, the Pope commands you to capture the city within a day. After the victory, the Pope will join you in the victory parade."

(End of this chapter)