Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 173 Crush my bones and scatter my ashes, die!

Something's not right. Nine out of ten things are definitely not right.

This strangeness was so obvious that even Horus, with his multiple filters, could see it; clearly, something unusual had happened to this sister.

Meanwhile, the secret team has also located their target.

As the leader of the Black Knights of Atlas, Brian perfectly inherited the tradition of the Dark Angels and was Mordred's number one secret agent, specializing in doing dirty work for him.

Meanwhile, Chiarand, who was accompanying him, may not have a great track record, as she was able to be killed by Tom in a one-on-one fight. However, she was a high-achieving student who had been in the Comoros and was also the Pope of the Darkmoon Order. In terms of ruthlessness, she was not much different from Brian.

To ensure secrecy, Mordred dispatched only Brian, the human telegraph machine, while the rest of his personnel were Eldar soldiers. These were secret forces hidden within Atlas, the cream of the crop chosen from among the Eldar, whom Mordred called Ghost Agents.

Each agent is equipped with a harsh environment combat suit, which is extremely expensive to produce. Although it looks flimsy, its protective capabilities are comparable to Terminator armor. Each piece is a handcrafted masterpiece by Mordred.

Furthermore, they possess the unique ability of multi-band optical cloaking, making them particularly suitable for highly agile units like the Eldar. Each of them is equipped with a phase sword capable of instantly tearing apart terracotta and cutting through adamantite.

The main reason for choosing Eldar as the Ghost Agents is their inherently highly sensitive constitution. Combined with the various combat potions personally developed by Mordred, Ghost Agents are essentially an enhanced plus version of the Assassin's Court.

As a highly renowned religious figure and the commander of an army, Colfaren traveled with great pomp and circumstance. The tactical squad easily blended into the vast mule and horse caravan, and even Kiaran used his size advantage to lie on the roof of the carriage to eavesdrop.

"Teacher, we have conquered the last tribe. You have become the true king of the Gobi Desert, and the earth god-emperor worshipped and revered by all. We will soon be able to advance into the depths of the desert."

The speaker was none other than Eribas, who was tasting the fruit offered by the believers. He enjoyed the feeling of being worshipped by thousands.

“That’s right, my most outstanding disciple, you’re right.”

"It won't be long before we can march into the inland. With Luo Jia as our warhammer, everything will be fine. I have to say, adopting Luo Jia was the wisest decision I've ever made in my life."

"And by then, my papacy will be yours."

Looking at the brightly lit outside world and the massive convoy stretching for miles, Colfaren was deeply enamored with the taste of power; he could decide the life or death of anyone if he wanted to.

He casually painted a rosy picture for Eribas, but Colfalen knew exactly what kind of person his disciple was and how he had become Eribas.

Compared to Luo Jia, who was deeply influenced by religion, Korfalen was an abeliever. He knew what he longed for, and it was definitely not the so-called God-Emperor.

For over a decade, Colfaren and Iribas subjected Luojia to relentless PUA and both physical and mental torture, not only gaining her respect and faith but also, with the help of divine blessings, turning her into a complete tool.

Furthermore, through Eribus, he learned about the great dark gods, and the Supreme Heaven revealed to him the future, that he would surely become a legend.

The thought that the so-called son of the God Emperor could be trained to be as obedient as a dog made Colfaren laugh.

However, as a being even more despicable and beastly than Colpharon, Eribus would not be satisfied with a so-called pope. The dark gods revealed a broader future to him, and for now, he only needed to endure.

But Colfalen mentioned Luo Jia, which made Eribas very jealous. That bitch-like thing, how could she have such great power? It should all belong to him, just like when he replaced Eribas.

The master and apprentice, harboring ulterior motives, failed to notice that the originally grand convoy gradually lengthened, and the guards who were supposed to be dutifully performing their duties disappeared one by one.

The Black Gobi Desert is a battlefield in the desert, where countless bones are buried deep in the yellow sand, and today another batch of blood will soak it.

Shadowy figures danced gracefully under the moonlight, each movement taking away a life. For peace in the afterlife, they had already sold their souls to the unspeakable Lord of the Dark Moon, and now, the gods needed them to slaughter to their heart's content.

The yellow sand obscured everything, including the taste of blood, which displeased the blood god who craved blood. However, upon seeing the master enveloping the dancers, the dog-headed man, though silent, erased the last imperfection.

Looking at the distant city-states where the flames of war had already been lit, Eribus felt a sense of unease. This innate ability had saved him many times, but this time no one could save him.

In an instant, a blade that cut through space descended from the sky, slicing through Colfaren's neck at a perfect angle, decapitating him instantly. Then, it turned and thrust straight in, severing Irebas's arm.

There are no pointless pre-battle monologues, only swift and decisive kills, efficient and precise – this is the consistent philosophy that Atlas believes in.

No matter how beastly they are, no matter how great the harm they may cause in the future, at this moment, Colfalen and Eribas are just mortals, even less than an Imperial Navy officer.

Seven beams of starlight flashed by, piercing through the carriage and tearing apart Arebas's vital points. In the final moment of this beast's life, a large hand imbued with emerald green evil energy descended from the sky, seizing Arebas's soul and burning it wantonly.

"Father, the mission is complete. Shall we destroy the body?"

The echo from the mind network interrupted Mordred's thoughts. He cursed under his breath for being so hasty; he should have given those two beasts a good beating. "No need to destroy them. Sometimes, the dead are more useful than the living."

Remember to leave two alive to clean the floor. Tell Chiaran I want to eat fish and let me see the cooking she learned in the Comoros.

Seeing that his father was about to add more drama, Brian, as the heir, had no choice but to accept that this was his original body. He immediately signaled to his men to leave two people alive.

Watching Luo Jia still recounting how devout he was, how he disciplined himself daily, and how Colfaren and Eribas "cared" for him.

I originally thought I would gain a wise word, but I never expected to gain a masochist, and a twisted, yandere religious fanatic with warped values.

Since that's the case, we have no choice but to take drastic measures.

"Holy Son, something terrible has happened! The Pope and the Pope have been assassinated."

Upon hearing the news, Luo Jia rushed out and saw his father and brother, who had been dismembered and tortured to death by a thousand cuts, their bodies covered in blood.

"Do not--"

Overwhelmed with grief, Luo Jia knelt on the ground, her heart filled with immense sorrow, tears streaming down her face, soaking the yellow sand.

"Why? Why is this happening, God! I have already found my blood brother, but why must I lose my father and brother? Who did this? I will take revenge."

Horus remained expressionless upon witnessing this scene. Ever since learning about Luo Jia's background, he had been convinced that Mordred was right; these two beasts had to die.

But he didn't expect to die so quickly. No wonder everyone said Mordred was bloodthirsty and even made these two corpses look like this.

Horus didn't say much. As a Great Astartesian, he looked down on mortals and wouldn't let such a small matter cause a rift between him and his brother. His only concern was whether Mordred had handled the matter properly.

Horus, feeling guilty, wanted to comfort Luo Jia when he saw her in such deep grief, but Mordred was faster. She pushed Luo Jia aside and landed on the two squirrel-shaped mandarin fish instead.

"Waaaaah, my father and brothers whom I never met, how could you have died so tragically?"

Without your guidance, how could Luojia have survived? I was hoping to take you two back to the Empire to enjoy your retirement. Why wasn't it that bastard, the weasel, who died?

"Hmph, woo woo woo, hee hee."

If we disregard the act that could easily be described as destroying evidence, Mordred's wailing was truly heart-wrenching, enough to bring tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it. Her gushing tears spilled onto the bodies of the two dead, stirring up wisps of smoke.

Seeing the corpse that was almost melted into a skeleton, Luo Jia hurriedly pulled Mordred away, but unexpectedly, he couldn't pull him away and instead stumbled, shoving his head into that lump of rotten flesh.

Just like the intense, sour stench from under the armpits of an old man on the subway, which almost made Luo Jia vomit, this shock actually made her less sad.

"Second brother, stop crying. If you keep crying, you'll be reduced to ashes."

Seeing that the corpse had been ransacked beyond recognition, Mordred knew when to stop. He shut down the acid glands, patted Luo Jia on the shoulder, and said righteously:

"No matter how you look at it, these two old people raised you with a lot of hardship, even though they always beat and scolded you and treated you like a dog."

But the dead must be respected, and I must hold a grand funeral for them to commemorate their spirits in heaven.

I will take them into the starry sky, cremate them in the sun, and let them become stars, forever shining upon you!

"Second brother, I, I..."

"No more words."

Mordred covered Luo Jia's mouth and gestured to Brian, who had appeared beside him at some point, to hurry up and take action before the two of them got hurt.

Horus witnessed all of this and suddenly realized how terrifying his brother was, not only killing him but also destroying his spirit, and then putting on a show of crocodile tears.

But Mordred didn't care about that. He was going to grind those two to dust in front of Luo Jia. As for Luo Jia, he had plenty of ways to correct her.

"Brian, send me a message of tranquility, and have Goff send two Titans, no, send me five."

(End of this chapter)