Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 178 This is power!!! (4K-)

"That bastard Mordred is still chasing me!"

Amidst the relentless bombardment, Luo Jia leaped and bounded, dodging each artillery strike with dazzling speed.

In terms of skill alone, even the speed-focused dog Forgrim would have to admit defeat in the face of such agility, and would have to admit that he truly deserves to be the most agile dog in Korkis.

Actually, this isn't Mordred's fault at all. Don't be fooled by his ruthlessness; he smokes, drinks, gets his hair permed, and goes to the bathhouse. He even likes to raid houses and wipe out entire families. Mordred considers himself a noble knight, and his reputation score is higher than the Emperor's.

It's high now, at least!
If it's a month, it's a month, 30 days, not a day less. You, Korkis, only have 28 days in a month, who can you blame?

Having suffered from the uneven particle size, Luo Jia had no choice but to accept that if she hesitated for even a moment, she would be blasted to smithereens by artillery fire.

"Damn bastard, don't let me find out who fired the shot. It's been two days, don't you get any sleep?"

The answer is that they really don't need to sleep. The Space Marines' enhanced modifications allow them to fight for more than a month without sleep, and they can also rest by alternating between the left and right hemispheres of their brains, just like dolphins.

Not to mention that Tom was already having a blast with such a flexible target, he had no time to rest.

As more and more Primarchs return, Tom knows that his chances of bombarding them will become fewer and fewer, so he must take advantage of this opportunity to have some fun.

ColeRose is the most pitiful. She was already bombarded by Roland with nuclear weapons, and now she has to endure Atlas's relentless bombardment. If she could speak, ColeRose would definitely curse, "Fuck you!"

"boom!"

However, flesh and blood can't beat steel. After playing the high-intensity one-life mode for 30 days, Luo Jia finally couldn't take it anymore. One mistake sent him flying into the air, crashing down at Mordred's feet, who was watching the show.

Looking at Luo Jia, whose eyes were lifeless and who had clearly been thoroughly exhausted, Mordred, who was eating vanilla ice cream, patted and kneaded Luo Jia's face repeatedly with a look of disgust:

"Luojia, do you like my Titan Training Method? Stubborn people like you need to be taught a lesson."

Luo Jia, slumped on the ground, didn't want to move at all, but still looked defiant, which displeased Mordred.

"Do you think I only know how to use external forces to bully the weak? Or do you think I'm some kind of madman who goes berserk without asking any questions?"

"What else?" He snatched the ice cream from Mordred's hand, not caring about whether it was dirty or not, and swallowed it in one gulp.
"If I had a legion, I definitely wouldn't be afraid of you. You're just a bully who picks on the weak. And what about food? I'm starving."

"Of course, people need to be fed, that's only natural. How could I let you go hungry? Rambo, feed our imperial princess."

Not long after, Rambo brought a large table of food, which was very delicious and healthy. Luo Jia's face turned green when he saw it, because the whole table of food was made of mushrooms.

Even so, Luo Jia did not refuse. Instead, she started eating like crazy. For the past month, she had not eaten any decent food and was fried several times a day. She didn't know how she had managed to keep going.

Seeing Mordred sipping her orange juice absentmindedly and glancing at her every now and then, Luo Jia felt extremely uncomfortable, a surge of anger rising within her. She asked the question she most wanted to know:

"Mordred, why are you doing this to me? Horus told me that you've never done this to your other brothers, so why are you targeting me alone?"

At this point, Luo Jia's voice was already trembling with tears. From her perspective, Mordred was a considerate and kind older brother one moment, and then Horus left and dumped her here to play a death game, torturing her in every way.

"Because I don't believe in God."

"What? Just because of that! What do I care if you don't believe in God?"

"Really? I don't believe it!" Luo Jia, under Mordred's intense gaze, lost some of her momentum, which waned further with time until she was completely buried in her rice bowl, beginning her sophistry:

“I admit I was a bit extreme before, but God clearly exists, you can’t deny Him. Our Father is God, and we are the children of God that He created.”

"This is absurd and utter nonsense. Luojia, the Emperor is not a god at all, and we are not divine children either."

Clutching the Elemental Flask in her hand, Mordred looked up at the sky, as if her gaze could pierce through the void and see the demons and monsters lurking behind the veil:

"There is no god in this world. If there really is an omnipotent so-called god as you say, then why is there so much suffering in the world? Why does the empire launch a great expedition at all costs?"

If Old Man Huang could single-handedly destroy the entire world, he wouldn't have created us Primarchs in the first place.

The two best things he did were unifying Terra, ending thousands of years of warlord conflicts, and meeting Macado, taking the lead in raising the banner and launching a great expedition.

If the expedition had been delayed by fifty years, the empire would not have had such a massive expenditure of resources, and the Randan Empire could have crippled us.

So where is your God? Why does He stand by and watch humanity suffer, watching the believers on Colchis go hungry?

"If there really is a supreme god as you believe, then He—no, it—is just an evil god, a piece of trash that needs to be defeated. One day we will use science to analyze them, study them, and ultimately surpass the gods."

At this moment, Luo Jia finally understood where the difference between him and Mordred lay: Mordred was not only a faithless person, but also a blasphemer.

“Mordred, you can’t ask the gods to grant everyone’s wishes, this…”

"Shut up!" Mordred interrupted Luo Jia's rebuttal, summoning Chiaran to have this charlatan leader explain himself.
"The Darkmoon Cult worships me as their master and provides Atlas with convenient access to the network. In return, I grant them peace after death and the opportunity to live a good life. This is a deal."

If believing in gods is useless, then why should I believe in them? Useless gods deserve to be swept into the trash heap. You can ask Kiaran if I have forced them to believe in me.

Seeing Luo Jia looking at him, Kiaran immediately declared that the Darkmoon Cult was a legitimate organization. Who would be a fanatical believer? The Spirit Race had the most to say. Kiaran wasn't lying. Due to the Darkmoon Cult's unique nature, most members were only superficial believers; those who were overly fanatical had all been killed. The cult had fully transitioned to secularism. Since it was free, a little faith was enough.

Moreover, the deeper the contact, the more the filter shattered. Kiarlan simply couldn't regard her boss, who had so many bad habits, as a god. At least she didn't think that gods would grind their teeth, fart, or snore while sleeping, let alone be so greedy.

Mordred was undoubtedly using a fallacy of semantics, but Luo Jia didn't understand, leaving her in a complete mess. Coupled with the newly grown white hair, it made her head look rather pointed.

"No, this isn't right, is it?"

"What's wrong with that? Have you refuted my point of view?"

"Ah? This is..."

Having spent half her life being used as a dog trainer, Luo Jia's brain was overloaded. She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it. The education she received from childhood did not allow Luo Jia to question the gods, but Mordred's words did make some sense.

Seeing that the super brain was overloaded, the Primarch's super power began to take over: "I don't care, I'm not convinced. You blew me up for a whole month, how are we going to settle this score?"
Unless you let me fight... fight me one-on-one, that's right, fight me one-on-one, you're not scared, are you?

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Luo Jia with horror. Lan Bo grabbed Mordred's leg and said, "Boss, calm down. She's not very bright. Don't take her seriously."

"Yes, yes, what if Father doesn't know his own strength and ruins the reputation we've worked so hard to build?"

These are the more rational Rambo and Goff. Others, like Brian and Tom, who love watching the drama unfold, have already started placing bets, betting on how many moves Luo Jia can withstand from his father.

Luo Jia still believes that Mordred is bluffing, and she has seen through everything long ago.

Putting everything else aside, Mordred's thin and weak appearance, apart from being tall, doesn't seem like a powerful figure who relies on personal strength. At best, he's just a strategist.

Moreover, Horus told Luo Jia everything. Atlas was extremely wealthy, and the entire legion did not participate much in the Great Expedition. Instead, it stayed in the rear to manage logistics, making it an internal guard legion similar to the Space Wolves and Dark Angels.

According to this logic, the stronger front-line troops should go to the front lines, while the weaker corps should stay home and handle logistics, so the advantage is on my side.

Even so, Luo Jia was still wary; she didn't want to hear Mordred spout nonsense about the Titans being part of him.
"Just the two of us, one-on-one, no armor or weapons, pure hand-to-hand combat, how about that?"

"Alright! You said it yourself, so I won't bully you. The Lakshir ritual isn't suitable for a penniless wretch like you. Let's have a duel of honor between warriors, Makgora."

Hearing this, even Rambo stopped trying to persuade him. Good advice is hard to give to a damn fool. His boss cherishes his precious power armor the most and always repairs it himself when it gets damaged.

Moreover, the glorious Makhora does not allow any outsiders to interfere, which is a tradition among clans and tribes.

Without the armor's restraints, Rambo had no idea how badly Luo Jia would be beaten. After exchanging a glance with Goff, he ran to the back to place his bets, determined to rake in as many coins as possible.

He wasn't the only one with the same idea. A user named "War God 88888" who wished to remain anonymous had already started spending money like crazy, generating 88 Death Direct Missiles.

Looking at the group of Atlas who had suddenly retreated ten kilometers, Luo Jia was so angry that he laughed. They were still bluffing. Nobody else could do that.

"Mordred, I won't hold back from now on, but don't worry, I'm not a madman like you. I'll spare your life."

"Instead of retreating, they're attacking me? Interesting!"

A battle banner crafted from skull, wool, and metal was planted into the earth by Mordred, its savage and barbaric nature evident. This was the Mak'gora ritual, symbolizing a duel of honor between warriors.

In an instant, the two Primarch figures vanished and began a frenzied exchange of blows, the intense wind pressure tearing the earth apart. Their mere appearance caused the live-streaming audience to cheer.

However, the numerical difference was not negligible. Every attack from Luo Jia was easily neutralized by Mordred, like a whirlwind striking a martial artist. Even the golden flames that had awakened a trace of their true essence were devoured and dissolved by the fel energy.

"Weak, weak, weak, is this the confidence you have to challenge me? You are truly weak and powerless. In terms of looks, you are not as good as Fogg, in terms of figure, you are not as good as Pepe, and even in terms of strength, you are not as good as Guilliman. You are a disgrace to the Primarch."

Mordred, with her penchant for sarcasm, was provoking Luo Jia. Even though Luo Jia knew this, she was still enraged beyond control. Her golden spiritual energy intensified once more, illuminating the entire earth with dazzling golden light as she unleashed her most powerful and prized attack:
"You damn donkey! I'm not that weakling Guilliman! Take my God Emperor Explosive Fist!!!"

Such fighting spirit was exactly what Mordred wanted to see. Therefore, he unleashed his full power, delivering a devastating blow imbued with all his fel energy:
"Fifteen hundred thousand bolts of evil energy, a devastating wave of demonic light!!"

"Damn it, why are those two shouting out the names of their moves? Whatever, I just want to see this."

boom,
The golden psionic energy and the emerald fel energy collided, creating a massive shockwave comparable to a naval bombardment that blasted everything around them tens of thousands of meters away, leaving only a giant crater in its wake.

As the smoke cleared, the five figures were once again spotted by the bloodthirsty audience.

Mordred was unharmed, the crimson battle markings on her forehead glowing faintly, and scorching exhaust fumes emanating from the crack behind her. She held half of Luo Jia's skull in her hand, and behind her was a scorching canyon torn apart by fel energy, stretching to the horizon.

"This is power!!!"

Luo Jia, unable to hold on any longer, laughed. She realized she was a joke. Exhausted and blind, she could not shake off the memory of that golden hair in the darkness.
"Brother, are you a god?"

"No, you're just tired. Get some sleep. You've earned my approval. When you wake up, a new world will be waiting for you to explore."

And most importantly, I am not a god!

(End of this chapter)