Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 194: Factions Emerge
Joining in the fun is human nature, an instinct ingrained in our genes.

Although we don't know which ancestor had nothing better to do than stuff all sorts of things into genes, that's just how it is. It's like how men like beautiful women and beautiful women like handsome men—it's an instinct rooted in our genes.

In other words, when you come across some great videos, don't feel bad about it; it just proves you're a normal human being.

In a corner of the hunting wasteland, three heads huddled together, quietly watching everything that was happening. Upon closer inspection, none of them were human.

The dog's head was drooling with its mouth wide open, revealing its somewhat dim-witted nature; the donkey's head grinned foolishly, constantly shouting that this must be the power of its father; only the lizard's head at the end seemed somewhat normal, but its eyes also gleamed with an eerie light.

"Second brother, I don't believe that Father is just an ordinary middle-aged man as you described. If a person has the power of a god, then he is not human."

"Yes, yes, although the Cursed One has some reputation, I never expected that he could actually fight against the Blood God. Boss, you're playing both sides! I promise I won't tell anyone. From today onwards, I, Shaflin, also believe in the truth of the Empire."

What do you mean by betting on both sides? Don't talk nonsense. I, Mordred, am not a cunning and deceitful person. And you, Chagatai, who was it that said the Emperor was a fraud just now? How come you've suddenly become like this?

As expected, before Mordred could speak, Chagatai asked a rather fatal question:

"I think my father is a god."

"I'm not a god!"

A loud shout came from afar. The Emperor, who had been distracted, made a mistake and was grabbed by the wrist by the kobold, who twisted it in half and pressed it to the ground, turning the big golden man into a C-shape. The two thick dog legs stomped wildly on his glutes.
"Woof woof woof, you damn weasel, I'm going to stomp you to pieces!"

"Hmm hmm hmm ah ah ah ah"

The stench and howls echoed across the wasteland, attracting countless bloodthirsty demons who cheered the Blood God's name, eager to see this and crush this damned cursed being.

Even if stealing the flames grants the power to completely eliminate demons, a defeat is still a defeat. Even though ordinary warp lesser gods are easy prey for the Emperor, they cannot defeat Khorne, the strongest evil god at present, no matter how hard they try.

However, as the number one person in the world, the Emperor, with his "mortal" body, went head-to-head with the evil god, which is already the ultimate overpowered protagonist. Don't be fooled by his current miserable state, the kobold also lost a front tooth and his mouth was crooked.

With countless stomps of the dog's legs, a soft "plop" sound, like an egg breaking, was heard, and the emperor let out a rather miserable wail.

In an instant, black flames erupted, and an explosion carrying destructive power swept across the area. The demons who had come to join the fun didn't even have time to react before they were blown into ashes, leaving only a roar echoing in the sky:

"Croak—to see two peerless experts clapping together, even dying would be worth it!"

But the kobold was no ordinary creature. He neither dodged nor avoided the attack, and instead picked up his greatsword, intending to castrate the emperor on the spot. Chagatai couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and a terrifying thought popped into his mind.

However, after one reversal comes another. The Emperor, bent into a C-shape, broke his own back and slid along the ground, grabbing Khorne's leg and stretching it forward to unleash his signature move, the Rocket Headbutt.

"Snapped!"

The Emperor's skull was harder than Khorne's armor; a single rocket-propelled hammer shattered the menacing armor, and a mournful wail echoed once more across the wasteland.
"mean!"

"Hehehe, you foolish kobold, that's called resourcefulness. I'm not playing with you anymore."

"Damn it, ignore it!"

Endless spiritual energy erupted, and a golden flash shone from the wasteland. All the demons that were exposed to that blinding light cursed and swore at which bastard had thrown the flashbang.

Under the cover of this golden light, a huge golden figure was running wildly on the ground with its two arms, its posture abstract and bizarre, clearly having no shame.

"Second son, save me!"

Mordred wanted to let this disgraceful creature fend for itself, but what could she do? It was the cheap father she had chosen. So she swung her long tail and hooked the Emperor back before the rift closed.

"Phew~ Hitting and running away was so exciting! What's that donkey doing here?"

"Father, I am your son Chagatai!"

As the saying goes, good things happen and one is in high spirits. Although the emperor is in a miserable state now, this is the first time he has fought so well. After all, before, he could only sit at the children's table when he ate, but now he has the strength to fight against these four good-for-nothings.

And now, another offspring has suddenly appeared; it seems destiny has smiled upon me.

"As expected of my offspring, his bones are truly extraordinary. Quickly help me reattach my waist, I can't feel my buttocks anymore."

A few crisp cracking sounds rang out, and the golden giant that had been folded in half successfully became a smooth stick again. But soon the emperor noticed that the dog, the donkey, and the lizard in front of him were all looking at his crotch.

"A mere fatal wound, it can't do anything to me." However, the reality was not as easy as the Emperor said. As an immortal, he could refresh his status, but only after resurrecting. He was just putting on a brave face.

Through the Emperor's explanation, everyone finally understood why he was in the kobolds' homeland. It turned out that ever since the day he took Horus and the archangel to Devon to steal the fire, the four peddlers had completely broken with the Emperor.

The Emperor, feeling incredibly powerful, desperately needed an opponent to test his mettle. After much deliberation, he decided that the relatively simple kobolds were the most suitable.

Seeing that the weasel was about to trigger its underlying logic and start giving a speech to Chagatai, Mored quickly stopped it. This Fel Star wasn't just him; Vashtor was still here, and he absolutely couldn't let him see it.

After summoning Shaflin, Mordred ordered him to secretly develop the inner circle within the Burning Legion and report to him in secret at all times. He also gave him some of the authority over Mardun.

As the boss, Morey was undoubtedly the best type. He was lazy enough and didn't have much ambition. Shafulin, who had just joined the new company, became the third-ranking figure in the legion and immediately promised that he would never let down the legion commander's cultivation.

The Emperor saw all of this, but he didn't say much. After all, the Burning Legion regularly supplied Terra with large amounts of supplies, and even if we take a step back, his son couldn't be allowed to collude with the enemy.

Moreover, as the Burning Legion gradually develops, it will inevitably become a thorn in the side of the Empire in the Warp. The Emperor has experienced the corrupting influence of fel energy firsthand; even he could not withstand it. As long as Mordred exists, the Burning Legion will be his backup plan.

Even if there are only these few demons, I, Neos, will restrain the Sea of ​​Souls.

Soon, Mordred and Chagatai returned to reality with a wave of physical discomfort originating from their souls. However, this time, the Emperor, a large, golden figure, also returned with them.

The moment he regained his human form, the Khan knelt on one knee and swore allegiance to the Emperor.

The Emperor also reached out and used his powerful spiritual energy to melt the kobold teeth that had been knocked out earlier into a powerful greatsword, which he then bestowed upon his fifth son.

This miraculous scene attracted the attention of countless Chogoris herders, who shouted "Long live the Emperor!" It's unclear whether this was praise or a curse wishing the weasel would die soon.

Since the main force of the Fifth Legion was still on its way, the ceremony for Chagatai's return was not held immediately. The group of canned boys who had arrived early with Atlas were quite lucky and directly became Chagatai's original body guard.

It was quite a coincidence that during Mordred's tenure as Warmaster, in order to better coordinate resource allocation, he ordered each legion to send a military commander to garrison Holy Terra.

Meanwhile, Theos, the acting commander of the Fifth Legion, was seriously injured at that time and was betrayed by his good brother, who told him that as the commander, he should dedicate himself to the legion and hurry up and go to Terra to steal things.

Theos didn't want to go, but he was too badly injured and was stuffed into the Fearless. When he opened his eyes, he was in Holy Terra, surrounded by a group of Atlas who had ill intentions towards him.

Fortunately, it was all worth it. Due to his love of racing, Theos found Shuk, the fifth company commander who had worked with him for a while, who is now the fifth company commander of Atlas.

Upon learning that his father was searching for the Primarch, Shuk immediately informed his best friend, Theos, who then became the first Space Marine to meet the Primarch.

Thanks to Atlas's improved neural link technology, the warriors buried in the Fearless no longer have to endure the agonizing phantom pain, allowing them to maintain a more comfortable experience and even sense the external environment.

Looking at the beautiful Chogoris grassland before him, Theos was slightly worried.

Since the initial Space Marine Legions were mostly without Primarchs, they were largely under the leadership of the Firstborn Sons.

Even more coincidentally, Horus was discovered by the Starhunters of the Fifth Legion, which made the Shadowmoon Wolves take good care of them.

Many Fifth Legion warriors initially wanted to join the Shadowmoon Wolves, but in the end they joined the Star Hunters.

They are rather reclusive and wander throughout the empire. Apart from the Emperor, Horus, and Mordred, almost no one knows their exact whereabouts.

More than half a century of fighting has made most of the Fifth Legion less eager to become Primarchs, and some even believe that the Legion can achieve glory even without Primarchs.

Atlas was able to provide them with the supplies they needed, and Shadowmoon Wolves were their most compatible fighting brothers. Even the Emperor had a high opinion of them.

More and more Starhunters came to Chogoris, and more and more people saw their Primarchs. Theos inevitably heard their discussions.

He praised his father not only as a brave and valiant warrior, a leader like Lord Horus, but also as handsome as Prince Mordred.

This displeased the veteran who had led the Legion for a century; he did not want his successors to compare other Primarchs with their own genetic father.

But Theos also understood that the Legion was too deeply influenced by Shadowmoon Wolves and Atlas, and that this was something only his father could handle.

"Hopefully nothing goes wrong."

(End of this chapter)