Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 209 Emperor! Sovereign! Spirit!
In the sea of ​​souls that permeates time and space, the eternal holy war known as the Great Game continues, but for some reason, the bloodthirsty demon army is even more ferocious today.

"Damn kobold, what's wrong with it now? What does 'in the name of the Father' mean? Could it be that...!"

Tzeentch's unique and astonishing wisdom began to manifest once more. 99999 bird feathers reflected a faint blue light as the Lord of Changes' gaze swept across countless timelines.

As an eternal entity, the Four Vendors are not independent individuals; they exist in every era and every timeline.

It's possible that the one here now is the Lord of All Changes, while in another timeline, Tzeentch is the Venerable Duobao, whose name is Fusheng Wuliang Wanbian Jisi.

Wisdom, courage, love, and life—these four powerful beings span the ages, and their soul tides have resonated in the subspace since the birth of the first life.

Of course, regardless of whether it's reversing cause and effect or a cycle of cause and effect, the four gods absolutely dare not touch the crucial moment of the Heavenly War.

After all, the four peddlers are just a part of the subspace, like the four dogs you keep at home. They can tear up the sofa and chew up the refrigerator normally, but if they get caught, they're bound to get a good beating.

The outward appearance of the evil god has symbolic meaning. After seeing countless scarlet dog heads and almost being bitten, Tzeentch instantly came to a conclusion:
"The kobold went mad because he had rabies. It must have been that treacherous fatso's doing!"

Once thoughts arise, they spread wildly and aimlessly. Regardless of why Tzeentch came to this conclusion, the ever-changing demonic army of the Crystal Labyrinth began to assemble and, wielding their magic, marched towards Nurgle Gardens.

The blue slime, symbolizing the Way of Change, hated this stagnant, decaying fat man the most, and incidentally dragged in Slaanesh, the dark prince who was watching from the sidelines, and a massive brawl in the warp instantly unfolded.

That's just how chaos is; they can never work together. It's not a battle between four gods and an emperor, but rather a barrel of Golden Dragon Fish blended oil.

But all of this is no longer Mordred's concern; the reason for calling the kobold was to get Him to restrain Tzeentch, that birdman.

If you're wondering why Mordred chooses Tzeentch over everyone else, it's because Tzeentch is responsible for at least nine out of ten bad things. When in doubt, choosing blue is always the right choice.

Inside the Hive Laboratory, Horus, who had undergone thorough disinfection, was left with only his underwear. The black stone devices that flickered with green electricity around him hummed, and he was firmly fixed in a coffin-like depression.

Despite not being as flashy and cool as the original Star God, Mordred, being a mixed-race individual with a rather mixed bloodline, can still wield a couple of dimensional lightning attacks.

However, this pure and authentic Celestial power was eventually corrupted by Mordred, merging with warp radiation, Waaaagh energy, Primarch remnants, yellow-skin genes, the Four Gods' blessing, and all sorts of other strange things, becoming the fel energy used by Atlas.

Based on the Legion's characteristics, Mordred established an inner ring organization called Blood Raven outside the inner ring of the Atlas Black Knights.

Its members are mostly bold, meticulous, and ruthless individuals, specializing in digging up graves and tombs. They also store unwanted trash for others.

It might sound low-class, but the truth is quite the opposite. You know, digging up graves in the Milky Way is an ancestral practice, and relying on archaeology for technology is no joke.

These black stone deposits were unearthed in a desolate world called Broged.

With the help of instinct and my own thinking, Mordred successfully copied the Necromancer's Exorcising Dead Zone. The effect is definitely not as strong as the original, and may even be less than half as strong, but at least it solves the problem of whether it exists or not.

Unlike Atlas, Horus was not indifferent and felt physically uncomfortable after being exposed to the fake exorcism zone. However, what made him even more uneasy was the arrangement of things around him.

All sorts of unnamed blasphemous devices were scattered throughout the Hive Laboratory; just the alien embryos pulled out of the incubation chambers could have killed Mordred 1 times over.

"Brother, what are you looking for?"

Horus watched Mordred rummaging through drawers and cupboards, bending over and crawling around with a small piece of cheese, and felt that he was not as reliable as Dorne.

But he soon stopped thinking about it, because Mordred finally found the so-called tool he had mentioned.

Horus, already delirious from the influence of the Exorcising Death Domain, could no longer tolerate the sight of the yellow-skinned rat with long, straight black hair, wearing what was clearly a replica of the Emperor's armor, being gripped by the scruff of Mordred's neck.
"Mordred, what the hell is that thing?"

"Oh, you mean this!" Mordred curled his lip, indicating that this thing was called the Imperial Spirit, Zoffy, come and give Horus a job!
Upon hearing Mordred's command, the yellow-skinned rat named Zoffy immediately sheathed its miniature imperial sword and ran to Horus, shouting:
"Damn it! Let's go! Ignore it!"

Horus was stunned, his eyes began to show wisdom, and his facial muscles twitched repeatedly. In the end, he swallowed back the words he wanted to say:

"Interesting! This yellow-skinned rat can even speak Tibetan!"

However, Zoffy can not only talk, but also fight. The yellow-skinned mouse leaped onto Horus's head, pulled out a toothpick, and launched a knight charge at Horus. He also pulled out a mini Rick 5 and blew out secondhand smoke.

"Pah! You dog donkey, who are you calling a yellow-skinned rat? I am the Emperor Spirit."

Here, my right to swear is unlimited, so what? You disagree? Brothers, come out! Aliens have invaded the sacred laboratory; it's time to launch a laboratory unification war!

As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of smaller, yellow-skinned rats, just like Zoffy, poured into the laboratory, including several large ones that were clearly copied from the original design. "Yes, Yes, For the Emperor!"

Seeing the little creatures poking Horus's feet with toothpicks, Mordred pulled out a large piece of cheese and threw it on the ground, instantly attracting all their attention.

Perhaps Horus's gaze was too hurtful, Mordred offered a few words of explanation:

"Actually, at first I was thinking of cloning a biological weapon using the Emperor's hair, but as you can see, somehow it turned out like this, and its combat power is not even as good as a goose."

However, the outcome was good. Since these little creatures appeared on the Abomination, there have been no more rats on the ship, so I let them breed and multiply here.

Moreover, they possess a rather peculiar special ability: they can infiltrate dreams like nightmares and drill holes in your dreams.

Sometimes I wonder if the Emperor was even human, and why all his clones failed except for this one successful case.

If you like them, I can send you a few; they're definitely great value for money!
In a couple of days, I'm planning to collaborate with Waldo to see if we can give the mice a formal position. Yesterday I even saw a big mouse at the palace, but it turned out to be Koz.

Horus thought that given Mordred's blasphemous behavior, it was no wonder his father beat him for no reason. If Abaddon had done something like that, he would have cut off his pigtails.

"What do these Imperial Spirits—ugh! Yellow-skinned rats—have to do with me? Don't tell me I let them burrow into my brain!"

"How could that be!" Seeing that the little ones had finished the cheese, Mordred took out another piece of cheese and handed it over, pointing to the largest one, Zoffy, and said:

"I already said that their fighting power is not as good as a goose. They usually eat kitchen waste and rats. Their favorite food is cheese and peanut butter. At most, they can only dig holes in the dreams of ordinary people."

With your mental strength, that dream is like terracotta; an Emperor Spirit simply cannot enter it. Moreover, I suspect that you have awakened some strange and unusual essential ability, just like my ability to walk across the grasslands by tearing through space.

Therefore, drastic measures are necessary!

Hearing this, Horus subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Taking medicine is good; this is a proper doctor. It's better than having a rat crawling into your head.

Although these yellow-skinned rats look silly and cute, they are still a bunch of big rats no matter what.

Horus actually has a little secret that no one knows: he has a psychological aversion to rats. It's not that he's afraid of rats as the Primarch, but he's just a little disgusted by them.

Horus did not grow at the same rate as other Primarchs, as if it had been injected with trenbolone, metenolone, oxandrolone, senna, stanozolone, triamcinolone, sissolone, nandrolone decanoate, and nandrolone phenylpropionate.

This meant that before being discovered by White Scar, Horus was almost the same as an ordinary person, the only difference being his superhuman physical strength and extraordinary charisma.

Krzonia is a true hive world; Horus, who crawled out of the sheep pod, found himself in the bottom hive the moment he opened his eyes.

The terrible living conditions were enough to make even Mortalian shudder, and the first problem Horus faced when he opened his eyes was the super mutated rats that filled his field of vision.

This was a little secret Horus had kept buried deep in his heart: duck necks were just too awful to eat. So much so that after he climbed down the nest and was adopted by the gang leader, even though rat meat was still the hard currency for those who went down the nest, he never touched it again.

"Wait, an Emperor Spirit's power isn't enough to get in, so what do you mean? No, let me go, let me go!"

Seeing that Horus had realized what was happening, Mordred stopped pretending and pulled the red lever next to her, putting Horus, who was lying on the ground, into a rather shameful position.

After that, as the chain turned, a pipe carrying three tons of peanut butter was shoved into Horus's.

Mordred's words about the Emperor Spirits' love of cheese and peanut butter still echoed in Horus's ears, and he already knew what was going to happen next, so he began to struggle desperately.

"Stop pouring! Ahhhhh! Turn that thing off! It's overflowing! Glug glug glug!"

"Zoffy, quickly use your unparalleled combined attack technique!"

Perhaps there was some strange information in the Emperor's genes, but in any case, after smelling the aroma of peanut butter, the mice's eyes instantly turned red, and they somersaulted towards Horus, who was covered in peanut butter.

In an instant, 130 golden spiritual energies converged into one, like a wildly spinning golden drill, heading straight for the Eye of Horus.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mordred, following the method of creating projections in the warp, pulled a miniature kobold from her body and smashed it into Horus's head.

Meanwhile, the Emperor, who was playing chess with Macado, suddenly shuddered and blurted out:
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

(End of this chapter)