Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 187 Hehe, I must survive!

"Even now, I still have that dream: a golden giant stands tall, his brave warriors shouting beside him..."

Dreams always reflect a person's true feelings. No matter how well you present yourself in real life, your dreams will eventually reveal everything.

In the low-lying shantytown, a tall giant climbed out of a bed, which, though called a bed, looked more like an iron block with four legs sculpted by brute force.

"Daydreaming again!"

The giant named Arik straightened up. His enormous size, nearly 3 meters tall, made the already cramped room seem even smaller, but only in this dark and sunless place could he have a place to stand.

Arik knew why he had ended up in this situation, but he did not resent it. His monarch had given him an unattainable dream, and even though he could no longer enjoy that glory, Arik would always think of the past as he watched the empire grow stronger.

Whenever a legion arrives at Holy Terra, Arik steps onto the freight elevator and silently watches over these angels of death, a position no one would suspect.

As humans have sung, she is powerful, beautiful, possesses countless honors, and is favored by a powerful demigod known as the Primarch.

These were things that Arik once possessed, and even more, but he also understood that it would all ultimately be a dream.

The Thunder Warriors' strength propelled the unification of Terra, but their greater flaws led to their downfall; it's no longer the era of these old guys.

"The trenches of Candaville".

Every morning when he wakes up, Arik curses his former legion commander, not for any other reason than that the clown ruined their only chance to be remembered in history with honor.

But Arik had to admit that Candaville was indeed a brave warrior who almost killed that detestable Waldo.

Perhaps this is why the Thunder Warriors were destined to be purged. After all, no one likes a bunch of big guys who burn their lives in illusion and madness all day long, and they did indeed swing their swords at their own monarch.

The past was too painful to recall, and Arik didn't want to think about it anymore. All he wanted now was to live well and then exchange his body for organs that could prolong his life from those little red-robed men.

As is customary, Arik would grin and make faces in front of the only piece of furniture in the room—a mirror—trying to look as silly as possible, since his physique was the only way to conceal his identity from the outside world.

But things are different now. As Atlas gains more power, a large number of dogmen bring their Oglin minions to Holy Terra, and Arik no longer has to pretend to be a fool every day.

These furry, intelligent, big-headed dogs are officially recognized as demi-humans by the Emperor himself. Not only are they excellent cooks, but two or three of them together can also suppress Space Marines.

As soon as they leave the tranquility, they are snatched up by various legions and merchant families. Everyone hopes to have a big dog that can be a bodyguard, a cook, and also be petted a couple of times.

What's even more interesting is that, since the Dogmen's home planet is peaceful, they are always accompanied by Oglins when they come out to move around, and these big guys are a bit smarter than the Oglins in other places.

Arik's hidden identity is that of a henchman named Euglin, whose main job is to kill chickens or process some special ingredients.

Don't let the simplicity of this job fool you; it's far more dangerous than fighting in the black market. Even the work clothes are heavy armor plating.

Of course, such a dangerous job must be well paid. According to Arik's calculations, if he works for another two and a half years, he can save up enough money to go to the black market for organ transplant surgery.

It was only because Arik and his companions were clever and pretended to be fools, claiming they were lost Oglins, that they escaped the Midnight Lord's raid on the underworld. They were even given a good job because they were Oglins.

"Hehe, what's wrong with being an O'Glin? I, Arik, have been an O'Glin for a long time." Humming an unknown tune, Arik, the former Thunder warrior and now O'Glin's underling, was thoroughly enjoying himself as he stepped into the freight elevator.

Before, they had no identity or status and could only hide in their dens and fight underground boxing matches. But now everything is different. They are genuine natives of Tranquil, and they can go wherever they want. After all, who would doubt a silly Oglin?

"Am I really a genius? No, I'm a smart one! Hehe, I must survive!"

Just as Arik had expected, as long as he flashed his shrewd, silly grin, all the checkpoint guards would let him through without even asking any questions, simply by seeing his chef's uniform, giving him a sense of intellectual superiority.

"Hey hey, good morning, Holy Terra!"

"Good morning, big guy. Since you don't smell bad, it must be Ning Jing. Want some sunflower seeds?"

Arik, who had already stepped onto the upper level of the city, strode forward, pinched out a bronze dog with his thick fingers, thanked the woman for the melon seeds with a simple and honest smile, and boarded the trolleybus heading towards the palace.

The city is still the same city; only the altitude is different, yet the social classes are clearly displayed.

Occupying most of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, Chaodu is magnificent, and its golden palace built against the mountain shines brightly. But the sparks of civilization only appear in this Shangchao.

The lower nest is a den of filth, a hell filled with pollution and all sorts of mutated beasts, while the lower nest is the foundation, where nearly 80% of the population lives, their flesh and blood becoming cogs in the machine.

Only in the upper hive cities, only here, are there complete public facilities, trams leading to the palace, gardens for relaxation, and kind women who will give you an Oglin muffin.

"But what does that have to do with me?"

"I am no longer His Majesty's blade. Everything here is thanks to the Space Marines who replaced us, and I am now just an Oglin struggling to survive."

Before long, Arik arrived at the palace square and headed toward the large dining hall next to the palace. Even some of the guards on duty did not recognize him as the Thunder Warrior who had been purged by them and the Dark Angels.

Perhaps out of conviction in his own extraordinary wisdom, or perhaps as a silent protest, Arik did not immediately enter the mess hall. Instead, he staggered to a spot in front of the Imperial Guards:

"Hey corn, O'Grin, want some sunflower seeds?"

If any normal person said that, they would probably be killed by the Imperial Guards with a single blow. But since Arik was an Oglin, the Imperial Guards not only didn't attack him, but also took a picture with him.

Standing in front of the palace gates, Arik looked into the distance. For a moment, he might have seen himself fighting bravely under the emperor's command, but it was all just a dream.

Looking at the silly-looking Oglin, the guard on duty didn't think much of it. He even said thank you after receiving the sunflower seeds, which made Arik's steps even lighter.

"Boss, I'm here to get to work. Today I'm going to kill 200 chickens."

"Oh! Are you sure you can count to 200?"

Seeing the blond giant suddenly appear before him, and Koz, who had somehow blocked his escape route and whom he had met once before, Arik acted decisively, throwing himself onto Mordred's lap:

"Boss, have you forgotten? I'm the smart one!"

Candaville
(End of this chapter)