Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 180 The Emperor Deserves Death
"Of all the times, those weasels had to come now of all times."

Listening to Mordred's obsequious pronouncements about the Emperor, the Imperial Guard who came to deliver the message said nothing. They were already used to it; perhaps this was the communication style between the Second Prince and His Majesty. If one day a scene of filial piety and parental love appeared, then that would be a problem.

As for the so-called "a subject dies for his master's disgrace," let's forget about that. It's normal for a father and son to have some minor conflicts. As a subordinate, wouldn't you be hated for causing trouble?

It is said that the Imperial Guards are impartial and rigid, like servants, but that is not the case at all. No matter what, the Imperial Guards were transformed from ordinary people and also had their own emotions and desires.

Furthermore, each member of the Imperial Guard is a learned and versatile individual. While they may not be experts in everything from astronomy to geography, they are among the most talented people in the empire and certainly have brains.

"Second brother, Father isn't as bad as you say, is he? He's still our father!"

"Come on, that's exactly what I'm afraid of."

Looking at Luo Jia, who was now on the right track and pleasing to the eye, Mordred's biggest fear was that he would turn into a charlatan again.

"Luojia, promise me you will remember what I taught you. There are no gods in this world, at most some powerful life forms."

"Don't worry, second brother, I'll definitely remember this. Someone like you who can destroy a mountain range with one punch is just an ordinary person."

"Yes, that's right. I'm just an ordinary person who started out raising chickens. Apart from being a little taller, I'm no different from anyone else."

Looking at Mordred, who kept insisting she was human, Luo Jia maintained her smile, but a strange, benevolent look appeared in her eyes:
"So, second brother, what kind of person is our father?"

This question really stumped Mordred. He couldn't deny Old Man Huang's achievements, but he also couldn't ignore how despicable the man was. After weighing the merits and demerits, he finally gave a relatively fair evaluation:

"He's just a middle-aged, socially anxious old man on the street. He has a terrible temper and is very irritable. He likes to beat me up every day. You'll see when you meet him."

Perhaps feeling uneasy, Mordred pulled Luo Jia aside and, right in front of the Imperial Guards, shoved a beautifully sealed limited-edition art book into her hands, gesturing for Luo Jia to open it.

Sure enough, when the picture book that Horus praised was opened, Luo Jia couldn't help but gasp, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"Could it be that?"

“That’s right.” The Imperial Guards who suddenly surrounded us spoke up: “This is the famous ‘The She-Wolf of Rome’, and judging by the packaging, it’s the original limited edition. Look at the print on the cover, it’s pure gold. You could exchange it for a house next to the palace on Terra.”

"Wow, you're an expert! That's right, this is the original limited edition set released by Atlas. After you've seen this catalog, I'm sure you'll be completely disillusioned with the Emperor."

"As for the rest of us, we'll all get one."

"Great! Long live the War General!"

Mordred quickly waved his hand, indicating that he was no longer the War Marshal, and that everyone should know this in their hearts but not say it out loud.

In particular, the empire governs the world with loyalty and filial piety. I can accept what the emperor gives me, but I will absolutely not touch what the emperor does not give me. You little comrades must always be self-critical!

The four imperial guards said, "As expected of the Second Prince, look at his awareness, no wonder he can become a war commander. We must immediately condemn such blasphemous things."

Luo Jia didn't know what her mindset was when she opened this picture book, but after she finished reading it, her entire worldview was reshaped, and she couldn't help but drool.

No wonder Horus kept saying "Father loves me, I love my father"—that's why! Anyone would be confused in that situation!
"Wait a minute, if that's the case, then Horus is acting a bit strange."

Luo Jia, suddenly realizing the true nature of the problem, was horrified. The image of Horus caressing the ring on his hand with a look of ecstasy flashed through his mind—it was utterly blasphemous, and he felt he had to criticize it severely. Since the Emperor had brought not only the Emperor himself but also the 17th Legion, clearly intending to have the little cans acknowledge their ancestry, preparations had to be made in advance.

Mordred hoped that the Emperor would be more human-like this time, so that he wouldn't cause any more trouble for her.

However, Mordred was still too young. He had no idea how lethal the yellow weasel was. After all, not everyone had the high-dimensional characteristics that allowed them to resist the golden succubus.

As the hatch opened, amidst a shower of flower petals, a large, golden-haired man stepped onto the red carpet, followed by the 17th Legion, who had also entered Korkis.

"Go, Luojia, keep your spirits up and don't embarrass yourself. You know what you should and shouldn't say."

Seeing Luo Jia walking towards him, the Emperor, who had been stimulated by Peturabo, was no longer shocked. He smoothly accepted the fact that he had another daughter, and even had the leisure to pick his nose with his finger.

Especially since this daughter looks quite like him and seems very considerate, unlike that scoundrel who took after Erda, who not only drives him crazy every day but also spreads dirty rumors about him.

But in Luo Jia's eyes, the golden giant in front of her grew infinitely taller and had become a giant spirit radiating golden light. Apart from the fact that its appearance was starting to look infinitely close to the picture book she had seen before, even if you let Mordred beat her to death, she would not believe that this was not a god!

Fortunately, Mordred's Titan training method was effective, and Luo Jia quickly regained his senses. He had learned how to distinguish right from wrong. As for whether the Emperor was a god or not, that would require further observation.

"Daughter, I am the Lord of mankind..."

"Father!" Before the yellow-skinned robot could read its prepared message, Luo Jia stepped forward and threw herself into the Emperor's arms, like a child whining to its father, leaving the socially awkward big guy standing there dumbfounded.

“Father, I have seen your majestic figure in my dreams long ago. I know your grand goals. As your son, I will fight for the Great Expedition for the rest of my life.”

"Ah, this..." For the Emperor, who had cosplayed as Batman since childhood, he had no idea how to interact with his children. Moreover, his lines, which were supposed to be his, were stolen from him, which made the yellow weasel a little stunned. But someone quickly eased his embarrassment.

Having never seen such a grand spectacle, and driven by their genetically ingrained desire to watch, a large number of Colkis people came to observe. They were instantly captivated by the Emperor's alluring aura and transformed into enthusiastic young men raising their hands and shouting words of gratitude.

Even worse, some people fainted due to lack of oxygen from shouting themselves hoarse.

At this moment, the emperor's extraordinary wisdom finally came into play.

The emperor raised his hand, and boundless spiritual energy surged forth, illuminating the entire sky. Everyone bathed in the golden light was restored to their original state.

The dizziness has subsided, the vision has cleared, and even some disabled people have straightened their backs and grown new limbs.

Seeing Luo Jia's stunned expression, the big, golden-haired man couldn't help but feel smug. He must have made a deep impression on his daughter; he was such a good father.

Thinking of this, the Emperor couldn't help but look towards Mordred. That bastard kept cursing him for being incompetent, and today he wanted to see what this unfilial son had to say.

As expected, the Emperor immediately noticed Mordred's stunned and strange expression, and even saw her trembling with emotion.

The emperor, who felt he had finally regained some of his fatherly dignity, was unaware that Mordred's reaction wasn't one of gratitude, but rather anger:

"Damn it, you filthy weasel, give me back my dear sister!"

"The evil energy spun at 15 horsepower, and lightning—a whirlwind—struck."

(End of this chapter)