Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 177 Croak—It's an Emperor-level Titan's Jade Foot and Teeth!
On the desolate ruins of Colerose, a figure covered in blood, with only two pieces of sheet metal covering his body, staggered away into the distance. This unfortunate fellow was none other than Luo Jia.

If it were Saint Gilles, who was covered in artistic fungi, he might have been quite moved by the ancient ruins covered in Corros, and might even have painted a couple of oil paintings to record this beautiful moment.

But Luo Jia just wants to rest right now.

Since that morning three weeks ago when Luo Jia displayed his might and used the Cataclysm's Demon Claw to defeat the so-called Giant Mountain Super Mighty, he has been facing Hell difficulty, being chased or crushed like a dog by Mordred's Imperial Titan.

Luo Jia can defeat Giant Mountain Super Powerful, after all, Powerful Mushroom is ridiculously cheap to produce, it's practically a one-time consumable, but she really can't beat Titan, the name of the God Machine is not for nothing.

Then some people might say, "The Primarch is the son of the Emperor, a limited-edition figure with such high prestige that even the Four Gods would fight over it. How could he possibly lose to a mere Titan? Archangels can even solo a War Titan."

Then let me ask you, Centaur is still classified as a "mere" mortal, so why didn't the Primarch think about beating up this old Bitden? Is it because he didn't want to? Clearly, he couldn't beat him.

Anyone who asks this question will have the Assassin's Court come to their house for coffee that night, and they'll even give them a generous gift, "for a mere mortal." Oglin knows that the Emperor is both powerful and cunning, and that Macado is both cunning and powerful.

Don't let Makado's skinny appearance fool you; he's one of the top-ranked psionicists in the Empire. When he gets going, he might be more destructive than Mordred. Smashing a dog's head with his cane is no joke.

You should know that psionicists are just warlocks, and the most powerful ones can crush planets without any problem. The only problem is how to ensure that they don't go insane first when crushing a planet.

Similarly, the reasons why the Angel could solo Titan are too complex. She knew she wouldn't die, so she played recklessly. Even if the facts are clear, she relied on her large wings to charge at high speed and destroy the cockpit to become the MVP.

In the current Imperial Expedition, most of the Titans deployed on the ground battlefield are flexible, agile, and easy-to-deploy Titans such as the Sword-class and Dire Wolf; warlords are the most common.

War isn't an exhibition. You can only find those jealous, price-gouging red-robed oil enthusiasts, or those beautiful, sweet-voiced, and exceptionally dedicated "welfare girls" who want to take photos with you. You have to go to an apocalyptic battlefield to find them.

After all, the battlefield is all about logistics. Don't underestimate the Titans just because they're dogs. In the Forge world where Atlas can create Titans, 80% of them are modified Dire Wolves.

Above that, the Emperor-class Titans, Atlas, which monopolized transportation, only produced 27 units, and those were jointly built with other legions, with 8 belonging to Atlas.

It's important to know that every Imperial Titan is worthy of being recorded in history and has its own family tree. Mars may have a hidden Firebee swarm, but these 27 Imperial Titans bearing the mark of the Atlas Hive Manufacturing Bureau are enough to make any tech enthusiast green with envy.

Besides, if a regular soldier were to see an Emperor-class Titan on the battlefield and be unhappy, a new recruit might cheer, but a seasoned veteran with some experience would have already written his will and was carrying his nameplate in his mouth.

My only wish is to leave with a complete corpse. As for returning with everything intact, forget about it. In an apocalyptic battlefield, the average survival time for mortal support troops is less than 15 hours.

It's not uncommon for planets to explode in the end; it would be a disservice to the warship wreckage that crashed on the surface if no parts were left behind.

Perturabo was bombarded by Dire Wolves for three days, and his mind was completely muddled. Using an Emperor-class Titan to play Battle Royale with Luo Jia, even if she had some of the qualities of a Golden Word Messenger, would be a waste of her talents.

The result was obvious. Luo Jia, who had crushed the giant mountain super-powerful, felt incredibly awesome. She decided to capture the leader first and attacked the Titan under Mordred's feet.

Moreover, Luo Jia, who had already developed extraordinary wisdom from accidentally eating mushrooms, even activated her super brain, which told her to use her super strength to hit her on the head!
"Yes, we should go for the head. If Thor had known that the purple sweet potato spirit would be beheaded first, he wouldn't have become a fat glutton."

Who is Kotol? Never mind!

With this belief in mind, Luo Jia began her extreme micro-management, sometimes moving up five centimeters, sometimes doing a Thomas Flair, comparable to a certain unnamed transport captain.

Even Atlas, watching the live broadcast, couldn't help but admire her agility, which allowed her to quietly pursue the "Most Agile Dog Climbing Competition in the Mountains" trophy.

But after Luo Jia dodged all the close-range artillery fire and finally climbed to the Titan's head, he discovered that it was just a decoration. Then Mordred, who was watching the show, grabbed his little white hair and humiliated him.

"Are you stupid? Let me tell you, the old men in the military department won't understand. The head is just an ornament. My Titan cockpit is inside my belly. Atlas technology is the best in the world! Hehehe."

Wait, did you scratch my Titan's windshield? You bastard, this is my brand new Titan!

The thought of being thrown off the Titans and then repeatedly trampled on made Luo Jia tremble uncontrollably as she huddled in the pit. She ate a mushroom to calm her nerves.

Since that experience, Luo Jia has come to terms with reality. It was only because the ground was soft that half of her body was crushed; otherwise, she would have been dead. But this experience also gave her Titanophobia.

Mordred's maniacal laughter, especially as he manipulated the Titan to crush him while shouting, "Bring the pie, bring the pie!", was absolutely insane.

Huddled in the pit, clutching a roasted mushroom, Luo Jia couldn't help but shed two streams of tears. If any outsiders were present, even the extraordinary charm of a Primarch wouldn't attract anyone, because Luo Jia was practically blown to bits. Dressed all in black, clinging to the mushroom and crying her eyes out, she looked even more pathetic than that hapless brat with lion-like eyes. (You bastard, I'll never forget you!)
Ever since Luo Jia damaged Titan's windshield, she realized that Mordred was petty. For this small matter, Mordred would bombard her head with a regional attack every two hours, not letting her rest at all.

Anyone who encounters them will be bombarded by volcanic cannons. If they dare to resist, a bunch of dog tanks and giant mushrooms will appear. Once caught, they will be trampled by Titan's Jade Feet.

During those 27 days in hell, Luo Jia underwent physical transformations no less than ten times. The worst time was when he had his limbs amputated below the chest, but he managed to grow them back by eating mushrooms like crazy.

"Boom. Boom."

Luo Jia, lying in the pit, felt the earth tremble. Sure enough, less than half an hour after resting, she saw that damned Imperial Titan again.

Even worse, the inherently evil Mordred set up a parasol on the Titan's head and threw a pool party, with an Eldar dance troupe singing and dancing, grilling meat while enjoying the sun, and eating ice cream.

"Mordred is still chasing me, damn it, I really want some ice cream too!"

Unfortunately, Luo Jia couldn't get ice cream; all she had were mushrooms that had been fried in plasma, but soon she wouldn't even be able to eat mushrooms anymore.

Looking at the mushroom in her hand, Luo Jia began to miss Horus more and more. At least he was a sycophant who was easy to control and would do whatever she wanted, while Mordred would only humiliate her.

However, what Luo Jia didn't know was that after being baptized by the enhanced version of the Titan training method, she hadn't worshipped the gods for a long time. She kept talking about beating Mordred every day, and she hadn't even continued the self-torture whipping in her daily quests.

A mere lash is nothing compared to the pain of being tortured both mentally and physically. After all, if you hesitate for even a second, you might end up like this mushroom, fried into cooked meat.

"Father, where are you? Please come and save me! No, I must live."

With less than six hours left until the deadline, and soon enough to reach 28 days, Luo Jia felt she could no longer run away. Who knew if Mordred would keep her word? She had to break this curse.

After eating the last mushroom and feeling it digest and break down into energy in his stomach, Luo Jia, now radiating golden light, climbed out of the pit and pointed at Titan, shouting:
"Mordred, you son of a bitch, if you've got the guts, come down and fight me one-on-one. What kind of skill is it to rely on a Titan? Don't make me look down on you."

Luo Jia knew that he couldn't outlast the Titan on his own two legs. Only by provoking Mordred could he possibly end the game.

But what Luo Jia didn't know was that Mordred hadn't heard what she said at all, and even if he had, he wouldn't have been angered. Mordred was indeed a son of a bitch, and any dog-man who had seen old Thomas could testify to that.

Mordred, licking her ice cream, sat on the edge of the Titan with her offspring, staring at each other as they looked at the useless snacks still waving their arms in the distance, trying to get attention.

"What is she saying? It's so dark, all I can see is a row of big white teeth."

"I don't know, but it looks like some kind of sign language. But we're not the Silent Sisters; we'd have to ask the Imperial Guard for this. Should we add sign language to the recruit assessment too?"

Mordred agreed with Goff's point that they should indeed add sign language lessons to Atlas recruit training, otherwise they would be completely lost when they encountered Sister Silent.
However, on the other hand, Atlas's recruit training course has already been extended to 15 years. Rather than increasing the burden, it would be more reliable to give the Silent Nun a Pip Boy to type.

"Two more days until the month is up, it's time for something big. Tom, you're the best at firing cannons, call in orbital bombardment."

Tom appeared instantly upon hearing his father's summons, patting his chest and assuring everyone that he was incredibly accurate and would ensure His Highness Luojia received real benefits.

"Should I remind her?" Mordred finally softened, and the others from Atlas also felt that they should indeed remind her, otherwise Luo Jia might really be blown up.

Looking at Mordred, who was still standing on the top of the Titan and waving to her, Luo Jia couldn't help but smile wickedly. She was already fantasizing about the wonderful scene of beating Mordred to her knees. She would make her pay back all the suffering she had endured during this time.

Then, Luo Jia discovered that it had suddenly become light.

"(＃°Д°) Buhao!!"

Meanwhile, the emperor was still on his way.

　Sure enough, going out once improved my mood a lot, and I was able to type faster.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)