Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 172 The Yandere Progenitor Goes Crazy Online
Compared to gunfights, warfare with cold weapons was far more brutal, especially for the Colchis people, who were still living in a feudal society.

Fortunately, the Korkis people had a faith boost. After completing their daily prayers, the well-fed and well-rested Crusaders were ready to attack the last infidel stronghold in the Black Gobi Desert.

The power of the Gene Primarch was on full display at this moment. With just one swing, the heavily armored Luo Jia could turn the enemy into mincemeat, sending them back to where they came from, and smashing a group of cannon fodder in the process.

The reason why Luo Jia was able to unify the surrounding neighboring countries in just a few years was because of his good physique. In the era of cold weapons, the Gene Primitive was an unsolvable problem.

All of this was observed by Mordred, who was floating in the clouds.

Horus was quite satisfied as he looked down at the tall, imposing figures who were taking down one child with a single blow, seemingly oblivious to the world below. Regardless of the process, the brave and valiant would always be highly favored.

But what happened next displeased Horus. After the battle ended, the Crusaders, who had successfully launched a surprise attack, did not press their advantage but instead began to preach.

Thanks to the Primarch's extraordinary vision, the two were able to see the Crusaders in white robes below gathering the people in an open space, setting up various ritual implements, and having them kneel in prayer.

"Second brother, are they out of their minds?"

"Hey, religious fanatics are all like this, just like the Empire's belief in Imperial Truth. Who knows, one day when they wear power armor, people will be chanting sutras next to them. When they build a Luna-class cruiser, they'll have to kowtow to tighten a screw."

"That's terrifying. How could something so abstract happen?"

Mordred curled his lip, thinking to himself, Horus, you're still too young. If you ever see the Church's suffocating actions, you'll be furious.

"Stop thinking about all that nonsense, sit tight. We need to make a dazzling entrance. If we're lucky, Luo Jia won't be a useless piece of trash, but a powerful and muscular man. Then we'll be in luck."

"Wait, what are you doing? Don't mess around, I can't fly."

Horus's stable, floating bone wings rose high, emerald green lightning emerged from its body, and flames spewed outward from the ends of its tail fins, instantly generating a 32-g overload. Horus was so frightened that it clung tightly to Mordred and let out a sharp explosion.

"Hmph hmph hmph, ah ah ah..."

A vibrant green shooting star streaked across the night sky, and everyone witnessed this magnificent sight, shouting that a miracle had occurred. Even Luo Jia was escorted to the front of the stage by her "guards."

"boom!"

Accompanied by a foul stench and a mournful cry, Mordred, with wings on her back, descended like a god or demon, smashing headfirst through the high platform.

Dark bone wings blocked out the moonlight, casting patches of shadow. Even Horus, dressed in a tight-fitting suit, was mistaken for an angel, despite his incessant vomiting.

Don't ask why Mordred's ferocious appearance is mistaken for an angel. After all, the Primarch's good looks speak for themselves, and people automatically fill in the blanks in their minds. Most importantly, he hasn't even spoken yet.

Horus, on the other hand, was the epitome of manhood. Even in a grotesque bodysuit, his masculine nature was undeniable, and his sparse stubble and messy hair only accentuated his dashing nature.

The most important reason is that Horus and Mordred have been together for too long and have inevitably caught the silly virus. But none of that matters. What matters is that the two Primarchs are powerful, domineering, and handsome, with their style factor maxed out.

Seeing the crowd of heads bowing down below, Mordred immediately threw off Horus, which was too lame and almost made him vomit. If he ever switched sides, he definitely wouldn't take him with him. He should go play with Guilliman instead.

"Stop kneeling! Where is your leader, Luo Jia? I just saw him."

Upon hearing the angel's words, a guard hurriedly replied, "My lord, His Highness Luojia is right at your feet."

"What?" Half a minute later, Luo Jia, who had been blasted into the ground, was dug out by the two. Seeing that this guy was still wearing a helmet and cosplaying as a bull warrior even when he was unconscious, Mordred quickly ripped off the helmet and used a memory restoration spell.

As Luo Jia slowly awoke, looking at the two figures before her, one large and one small, she instantly understood, through the bond of blood, that these were her brothers:
"Hello, I am Luojia Aurelian!"

With a broad smile, Luo Jia extended her hand to the two of them. Even though there was a slight lisp in her mouth, it still made people feel warm and comfortable. However, neither Mordred nor Horus reached out their hands immediately.

"What's wrong? Oh! It's because my wig fell off."

Picking up the helmet and putting the silver wig left inside on her head, Luo Jia took the initiative to step forward and hold the two people's hands, completely ignoring their strange looks.

Inside the military tent, looking at Luo Jia, who had removed his armor and was now standing beside him, talking incessantly with an arrogant air, Mordred felt that perhaps this world was seriously ill. He then slapped Horus beside him.

"You bastard, what did you promise me before we came? This is your sister!"

Indeed, following Peturabo, another Primarch has been corrupted by Slaanesh, and in just a short while, Mordred has already decided that Loka is a problem child.

"Brother, why is Horus looking at me so strangely?"

"Nothing, it's just that your wig is quite unique, and this bastard who's bound to go bald in the future is envious."

Upon hearing this, Luo Jia was not angry at all. Instead, like a living saint, he took off his wig and pressed it onto Horus's head.

This made the son of the first family member feel both embarrassed and delighted. He had long wanted to have such a considerate younger sister, instead of a bunch of weird and crazy brothers.

Thinking of this, Horus noticed the scars on Luo Jia's body, which were crisscrossed and densely packed, clearly not left from the previous battle.

But this was someone else's privacy, so Horus didn't want to ask. Instead, he looked at a beautiful oil painting hanging in the tent. In the painting, a middle-aged man looked quite kind and was holding the hands of two young children, one of whom was Luojia.

"Luojia, who are the two people in this painting?"

“You mean this? This is my adoptive father, and also my most respected teacher, Colfaren. And the other one is my best friend, Irebas.”

Upon hearing these two names, Horus quickly gave Mordred a look, signaling him not to act rashly, as he remembered Mordred's evaluation of the two men.

But seeing Horus's gaze, Mordred thought Horus was telling him to be more discreet. He was surprised that Horus was so shrewd, able to tell that he had already sent people to deal with those two bastards.

Deeply impressed by his good friend's understanding, Mordred returned an affirmative look.

But he quickly noticed the wounds on Luo Jia's body, and unlike Horus, he didn't remain silent. Instead, he asked directly:

"Luojia, what happened to your injuries?"

Lifting his shirt, Luo Jia stroked the dense whip marks on his back. Instead of showing any pain, his face flushed with fervor, and he let out a strange laugh.

"Hehe, this is proof of my piety, an honor bestowed upon me by the God-Emperor."

(End of this chapter)