Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 191 This is the ultimate insult

Skabrand, a character brimming with prestige, yet forever relegated to the role of a stepping stone.

As a character with a noble resin model, Skabrand is different from those roadside demons; in some ways, he is comparable to the Primarch.

Just like Kulgas of Nurgle, septicemia, and Slaanesh's Shallashi, who has been turned into Morgan's Carlos by Mordred, they are considered the best among the great demons.

Looking at Skabrand, who was in a terrible state, with his wings and half of his skull burned to white bones, huddled in an alley with a bottle of high-proof mushroom liquor, Mordred was certain that he could not be mistaken.

After all, when he was captured by the kobolds and taken to their lair, Skabrand was performing nearby. Not only did he wield his battle axes with great skill, but his unique appearance also left a deep impression on him.

"Lock, MAN?"

For some reason, perhaps because he had drunk a lot of mushroom wine tainted with fel energy, or perhaps because Mordred's appearance served as a substitute for food, Skabrand did not go crazy as usual, but instead shrank further into the corner.

"You've mistaken me for a demon. I am Angrath."

"You're talking nonsense. You can't just throw mud at me like that. I'd say I'm a weasel. Tell me what happened to you. How did you end up like this?"

In a daze, Skabrand's gaze pierced through the disguise and saw a flawless blond giant. That damned smile and that unfathomable power were truly irresistible.

"Alas~ I've been banished! I can never return to the Demon Realm, my lord doesn't want me anymore."

Hearing that there was more juicy gossip to be had, Mordred immediately became interested and quickly pulled out a thick, large cigar and handed it over. This kind of thing was usually used by Atlas as the contents of poison gas bombs, but it was the perfect size in Skabrand's hand.

As a cloud of smoke billowed out, Skabrand, slumped in the alley, began to recount his experiences.

"It was a blood-soaked morning. As usual, I chopped off 888 great demon skulls and danced on those disgusting succubus corpses."

"Dancing? I didn't know you were so talented."

"That's right, the dance of defeat is our pride. For those purple-skinned trash who have no honor whatsoever, it's the best insult to them. It's just a pity that it was the beginning of my nightmare, because I was set up..."

"Ah this..."

Deep within the subspace, in the Khorne Demon Realm in the northwest, the sounds of battle shook the heavens.

But today's Blood God was different from usual. He was even more furious and agitated, constantly hurling insults at a certain golden giant, cursing him as a despicable liar. At the same time, similar scenes were also occurring in three other demonic realms.

Beneath the bronze throne adorned with thousands of skulls, countless demons fought desperately. But what used to pique the interest of the dog-headed man now seemed utterly useless in quelling his rage; he found it less satisfying than playing a couple of video games.

Coincidentally, the other three evil gods had the same idea. However, after the kobolds were driven into a fit of impotent rage, they wanted to play a couple of games, while the three cunning old bastards wanted to take advantage of the kobolds.

As one of the most powerful figures in the warp, Khorne can do whatever he wants. If he wants to play games, he can play games, and no one can stop him.

However, this behavior was seen by Skabrand, the chief demon. Seeing his god indulging in frivolous pursuits again, an unnamed rage burned wildly in Skabrand's mind and became uncontrollable.

How did our gods become like this?
The Khorne demon was notorious for its physical prowess over its mental agility. Filled with rage and resentment, Skabrand strode the path to glory, slaying every bloodthirsty monster that stood in his way. Finally, he knelt before the Blood God, offering his advice:
"My lord, the power in the game is all fake; it's not true power."

Instead of pursuing false glory online, let's wage a full-scale war, simultaneously against the Dark Prince, against the Father, against the Lord of Change, and against the Cursed…

However, Skabrand's declaration of war from all nations failed to impress the kobold, who, engrossed in the game, was letting loose and engaging in a passionate verbal battle with the other party.

But the kobold could only manage a couple of lines, and couldn't out-argue his opponent, Puma Wildman. Plus, he was already in a bad mood because the Emperor had stolen his flame and tricked him in public.

At that very moment, Skabrand uttered the words "Let's wage war against the cursed," which made the kobolds even more displeased.

Although the four peddlers' goal was to bring about the birth of the Black King and restore this player, who should have been participating in the great game, to normalcy, the Emperor was truly despicable.

We jointly developed the Primarchy, and we agreed that you would get the lion's share while we would only take half. But now you're going back on your word, leaving us nothing, and even stealing that ball of flame.

Even so, the kobold was the most generous of the four vendors. Instead of taking his anger out on his own people, he responded after seeing his most capable "dipping sauce" provider, Skabrand:
“Being powerful in a game is still being powerful. If I can’t be powerful in a game, how can I be powerful in the real world? Go down, my Skabrand.”

The kobold who said these words couldn't help but feel smug. After all, after being humiliated to his face by Mordred, he had resolved never to be a sycophant again. This art of controlling people was also part of the war strategy!
However, the more the kobolds acted this way, the angrier Skabrand became, even thinking that his god had gone mad, and this anger intensified with each of the three whispers.

"No, Master, we should have swept everything away and made the entire High Heavens hear our roar, instead of hiding here like a coward."

War, blood, skulls—the killing needs no reason.

I never imagined I would one day raise a blade against you, but you are wrong, terribly wrong. If you cannot recover from your mistakes, then let the highest heaven burn fiercely!

"Stop!" Mordred flicked away his cigarette butt, sat on Skabrand's shoulder, patted the other's horn, and asked, "So this is what you mean by being set up? So Green Fatty, Purple Enchantress, and Blue Slime were all involved. You're really unlucky."

"So, did you cut off the kobold's head?"

"No." "No! Then what did you cut after all that talk you had?"

"I shattered the divine terminal next to the throne with a single axe blow."

Upon hearing this, Mordred was speechless. Those three bastards were really ruthless; it would have been better to let Skabrand cut down the kobold.

"If I'm not mistaken, did you turn around and back down? Then you got slapped by the kobold and flew away for eight days and eight nights, and ended up like this."

Skabrand nodded, thinking that as expected of the bastard son of the Blood God, he indeed possessed extraordinary wisdom. But then he said that it was not only that, but only the first half of the nightmare. If he had only been exiled, he would not have ended up in such a miserable state.

"There are even experts? Tell me quickly, I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Hmph hmph hmph hmph woo woo woo, it's all meaningless now. I, Skabrand, will never have the face to go home again. I'm a useless demon now."

This was the first time Mordred had ever seen a demon cry, and he even felt unparalleled sorrow and pain in Skabrand's wailing.

But the more this was the case, the more curious he became about what had happened to cause a chief demon to become like this, his very existence almost shattered.

Wait a minute? Fragmented!
Mordred looked closely and found that Skabrand was a complete mess, with red, green, blue and purple evil lights flashing around like a light bulb.

Just then, Vashtor, who should have been focused on making progress, came over. When he saw Skabrand, a hint of human disgust appeared in his eyes, as if he had seen something dirty.

"Mordred, my dear ally, get away from that filthy thing."

This is unbelievable! Vashtor can even mock Skabrand as something filthy. Isn't he afraid that this mighty demon will chop him to pieces with an axe?

However, things didn't go as Mordred expected. Instead of slashing down an entire street, Skabrand seemed to shrink back into a corner, and the whole city dimmed a bit. If it dimmed any further, it might just disappear.

"Oh, it seems you didn't know that. Come to think of it, you spend most of your time in the physical universe. If you watched this videotape, you'd probably end up like me. But I don't recommend you watch this stuff; it's a bit too bizarre even for beings like us."

Upon hearing the words "videotape," Skabrand completely shrank into a ball, his originally ferocious body rapidly shrinking, and he didn't even dare to make a sound.

But curiosity killed the cat, and Mordred's mind was now filled with that videotape, so he urged Vashtor to release it so he could watch it.

After all, they were allies who had signed a contract, so Vashtor certainly wouldn't refuse this small request. In fact, he was even a little impatient to see Mordred's expression next.

"Time is money, so let's fast forward it. You can see every frame clearly anyway."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. What haven't I, Mordred, seen?" Vashtor remained silent, indicating that he had said it himself and that Vashtor should not be blamed for his actions.

As a powerful melody began, seemingly an old song, three different-looking demons of varying colors suddenly appeared in front of the camera.

"Quack!"—It turned out that it was a powerful demon under the command of three evil gods, yet it wasn't wearing any cloth at all.

Behind them stood Skabrand's teeth, which were hung up like roast geese by several iron chains!
Insults, endless insults! In this sea of ​​souls where there is no concept of time, existence is everything, and everything is for the sake of existence.

The third villain used every perverse and disgusting method to humiliate every inch of Skabrand's skin and every particle of his being.

Take away and tear apart everything about its dignity as a Great Demon and its glory as the Chief Great Demon.

By the time Mordred realized something was wrong, it was too late. For the first time, he hated his own eyes; the image, the ultimate insult, had hardened his mind.

Only Skabrand's sobs and screams behind him proved that this ultimate insult was real.

"Croak—Don't look!"

"so?"

"That's right!"

Vashtor's emotionless voice rang in his ears, pronounced Skabrand's death sentence: "There is more than one videotape; it has been printed hundreds of millions of times and distributed throughout the High Heaven."

Mordred wanted to laugh, but couldn't quite manage it. He subconsciously took a step back, and that small step caused Skabrand's last shred of dignity to vanish.

But soon, an alarm sounding in the mind network brought Mordred back to reality, preventing him from awkwardly picking his toes there. Mordred had always felt uneasy after seeing this ID.

The reason was that the one sending the telegram was none other than Tom.

“Father, you know what I want to say.”

"..."

(End of this chapter)