Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 193 This must be the power of my father!

"So, the Emperor is just our father, not our mother?"

"Nonsense! Where did you hear this rumor? And what's with that disappointed look in your eyes? Fifth brother, you can't go down Horus's crooked path!"

Chagatai was indeed somewhat disappointed, but what he didn't know was that he might be even more disappointed if he saw the emperor in the future.

Having conquered the entire planet, Chagatai no longer displayed the arrogant attitude of being the most powerful and influential person he had been in previous years. Instead, he became much more composed after several years of rule.

The two got along very well at their first meeting. Chagatai accepted the cool motorcycle that Mordred brought, and Mordred also redeemed his good sons.

Mordred had high expectations for his seemingly shrewd brother, and the result satisfied him greatly. The Khan was still the same Khan, not some young punk.

Aside from the senior who always remained in the background, Mordred also got to know all her brothers and sisters quite well. Khan's evaluation of her was comparable to that of Johnson, and they were particularly compatible.

Khan also had a good opinion of Mordred, considering his brother to be a reasonable and quite witty person, quite the opposite of Mordred's seemingly bookish appearance, and even more foul-mouthed than himself.

Of course, for the two original beings who are both men of the grasslands, this is called true nature.

As the two talked at length, Chagatai gained a more comprehensive understanding of the empire, filling in the gaps in Tom's previous account. However, after listening to Mordred's analysis, the Khan became even more puzzled:

"According to you, the Empire is a superpower that spans across the stars, and there are countless worlds like Chogoris. You must be living a very happy life. Why can't many worlds even afford to eat?"
In my view, if all the internal conflicts hadn't been diverted to the Great Expedition, the Empire would have been a makeshift organization, easily ignited by the slightest spark, causing this already fermenting cesspool to explode.

Mordred had to admit that the Khan was indeed insightful, having grasped the true nature of the empire: it was indeed a makeshift organization, and a hastily established military dictatorship.

External expansion is always the fastest development strategy. The current time is 869 years of the 30th millennium. Although it is often said that imperial technology relies on archaeology, archaeology is indeed very valuable.

The current empire, in terms of both size and technology, completely surpasses the empire Mordred had just returned to, and this is the benefit of the Great Crusade.

New worlds are being discovered every moment, new human colonies are being incorporated into the Empire every day, and technology is experiencing its first positive growth since the Old Industrial Revolution.

Originally incomplete technologies, whose principles were unknown, were rapidly completed. War is always a catalyst for technology, and productivity was also rapidly mobilized.

In Mordred's memory, it is an undeniable fact that in the decades following World War II, human progress has surpassed the sum of the previous millennia.

After a brief moment of thought, Mordred suddenly realized that he had become a staunch warmonger, and that he and even the entire Atlas were bound to the steel beast that was the Empire.

If the Great Expedition were to be stopped, he would probably be the first to disagree.

Startled awake, Mordred swallowed back the words she had intended to use to deceive him. Meeting Chagatai's all-knowing gaze, she finally told the truth:

"Because of time, the time left for the empire is very short, and no one knows what will happen in the future."

Just like Chogoris, the warp storm that swept across the entire galaxy directly destroyed the former Federation of Humanity, turning every human colony into an isolated island in the sea of ​​stars.

Technology has regressed, civilization has crumbled, and other races that were once considered allies of humanity—well, actually alien races that were once used as slaves by humanity—have taken advantage of the chaos, leading to humanity's current state.

Now, the warp is at its most stable point, which will greatly improve the Empire's navigation efficiency. No one knows how long this tranquility will last.

Chagatai knew what Mordred meant by the warp storm, he knew of the existence of the Path to Heaven, and that there were shamans known as prophets on the plains of Chogoris.

"But why would the Emperor conceal the truth about the Path to Heaven? The imperial truths that your son told me are completely unbelievable. I can even sense that he himself doesn't believe them, and there are echoes from the Path to Heaven within him."

"Ah, this..." Mordred was speechless, but Chagatai continued to fire:
“Brother, people often make two mistakes: one is to deny the existence of the path to heaven, and the other is to blindly worship those so-called 'He's'.”

The path to paradise here might be what you call the subspace, or what the herdsmen call the Eternal Heaven, but my father taught me that it includes the Khan and the Emperor!

Without giving Mordred a chance to explain, Chagatai continued his monologue:

“Long ago, the inhabitants of the grasslands recognized the existence of the path to heaven, and they only used its power appropriately, never delving too deeply into it, and never blindly worshipping any individual.”

If the existence of the Path to Heaven is denied, then the Imperial Truth is a complete lie. A monarch, a father, to utter such a colossal lie—in my eyes, he is a fraud.

Mordred retracted her previous thought; Chagatai was normal, perhaps too normal, to the point that he seemed so out of place in this abstract world.

"If you joined the Empire and saved countless lives, what would you do?"
Even if, as you say, the Empire's truth is a complete lie, and Old Man Huang is an idiot, would you still join the Empire?

Chagatai was certain that Mordred spoke the truth, especially the part where he called the Emperor an idiot, but as the Primarch, the Khan did not hesitate and immediately responded:
"If it can save countless lives, then I will go to war!"

"However, I will find out the truth myself and ask my father face to face."

"No need. I can show you the truth right now. It might be a little disgusting, but you'll get through it."

Mordred, who had been interrupted repeatedly, was a little annoyed. He hated being interrupted the most. Without giving Chagatai a chance to react, he stretched out his big hand and instantly refined him.

Countless emerald green electric snakes danced in all directions, and under Mordred's star god power and fel energy, a tiny hole, smaller than the tip of a needle, was carved into the dimensional barrier.

This is also one of the little secrets behind Mordred's ability to transform into a projection and travel between the two worlds. But Mordred was used to it, while Chagatai, who was suddenly patted on the head, had never seen such a scene before. As the world spun, a small fragment of his consciousness was separated and came to Mardon with Mordred.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Chagatai knelt down and began to vomit uncontrollably. However, since it was a pure energy projection, he did not vomit anything at all. Instead, he sprayed out a rainbow.

"I feel like my whole body has shattered. Second brother, couldn't you have told me beforehand? You, holy crap, how did you turn into a dog?!"

"Shut up, you're no better than me. Haven't you noticed what you've become?"

Upon hearing this, Chagatai quickly looked at himself and found that he had turned into a strange-looking little horse with two long, large ears.

"I've turned into a horse, and I can even talk!"

Mordred grinned, his tail wagging behind him: "I'm sorry, Fifth Brother, you didn't turn into a horse at all, but into a donkey."

Donkeys? There are no donkeys in Chogoris, and Chagatai has never seen a donkey before. In fact, donkeys have become extinct in the Empire. They have no idea that Mordred's words have a hidden meaning.

But this novel experience still excited Chagatai, who began to run around involuntarily, enjoying the feeling of speed.

In the ocean of energy in the subspace, willpower represents everything. The more obsessed a person is, the stronger they become. Even if Chagatai were to become a donkey, he would still be the most powerful one.

Soon, Mordred jumped onto his good brother, and to outsiders, it looked like a strange-looking upright dog riding a donkey.

"From now on, you'll be called Fifth Brother. Don't say anything, don't ask anything, just watch. Soon I will reveal to you why the Emperor spread the lie called Imperial Truth."

But then again, I, Mordred, am invincible on foot, and you are invincible on horseback. If I were to ride you out in the future, wouldn't I be invincible?

The high concentration of fel energy pollution around him amplified Chagatai's absurdity. He wanted to say that Chogoris didn't have a horse that could support him, and that he was fighting on the ground, but the strange figure that suddenly appeared in front of him suppressed his urge to complain.

It was still that same alley, still that disillusioned Skabrand. With Mordred's departure that day, it had made this dark corner its final resting place.

After all, being hidden in the shadows can prevent others from recognizing it and prevent it from recalling that inhumane and ultimate humiliation.

"Scarbrand, what are you hiding for? Stop pretending to be dead and come help me out. If you do a good job, I'll let you join the Burning Legion and become my lieutenant."

I'll give you a cool new look. What's past is past; you don't want to be laughed at for the rest of your life, do you?

He is still a warlike red demon after all. He was so glorious before, but now he is so miserable. Moreover, everyone says that Mordred is the bastard son of their own blood god, so his switching masters is not considered betrayal!

"By the God of Blood, I have wandered for half my life without finding a wise ruler. Now I have been framed by villains and fallen to this state. If Your Highness does not abandon me, I will serve you like a dog or a horse and serve you as my lord."

As the true master of the Fel Star, under Mordred's control, this battle moon, which has gradually developed consciousness and is now like a living thing, began to tremble violently.

The liquefied emerald energy gushed out and poured into Skabrand's body.

Skabrand, who was originally with a large red lizard, suddenly transformed. A second pair of claws grew from under his armpits, and his body became even more slender and ferocious. He completely transformed into the number one demon under the command of the Fel Force, and his fashion sense increased by at least 20%, stepping into the chain of prestige.

"My lord!"

"No need for further words. As my chief demon, I will bestow upon you the name Shafulin. He is an extremely wicked person who once devised a plan to harm Ultraman. Do not disgrace the name of that great one."

He would never forget the kindness shown to him. In his most difficult time, it was Mordred who reached out to him. The former Skabrand and the current Shaflin are now one:
"Hey, may the Burning Legion live forever!"

"Alright, but you still need to address me by my title when we work. Call me Commander. Now, Lieutenant Shafulin, listen to my command: open a gate to the Heaven of Slaughter for me."

Upon hearing this, Shaflin hesitated for a moment, but then he thought that none of those bastards had come to his rescue when he was subjected to the ultimate humiliation. He decided to surrender to Atlas.

Soon, a portal to the kobolds' homeland was torn open. Without any hesitation, Mordred immediately signaled Chagatai to stick his head in, saying, "You'll understand in one look."

"Well, now you know why we need Imperial Truth, right?"

"Yes, I do know now. It's incredible! It must be my father's power!"

"What? I'm just showing you how terrifying the four peddlers are, why are you pulling on this weasel?" Mordred pushed aside the donkey's head, swung his mouth tube, and smashed it in. "I want to see what's going on."

But when Mordred peeked out, he saw a truly horrifying scene.

Countless bloodthirsty monsters roared madly, while in the hunting wasteland, two big guys, one gold and one red, were engaged in a passionate hand-to-hand combat.

There was no skill involved, only pure, savage brawling. The terrifying screams of each punch tore through everything around them, leaving blood and dog hair flying everywhere.

"You weasel, today I'm going to smash your head in!"

"Pah! My fists are just as hard, you're the dog, your whole family are dogs—eat my Emperor Explosive Fist!"

(End of this chapter)