Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 210 Saint George Slays the Dragon

In the desolate and empty underground tomb, a tall figure was looking at the data stream in front of him with a worried expression.

While describing Aurican's current state as "frowning" might seem like a cruel joke, given that he has no eyebrows at all and only one eye, which is a large, green light bulb, it's quite ridiculous.

But the space necromancer, being the pinnacle of physical technology, is the boss. Even without a flesh and blood body, the living metal perfectly expresses the "mood" of this high-level necromancer.

Orikan the Astrologer, a renowned galactic prophet, a charlatan representing the necromantic spirits of space, and the beloved rival of the Figurine King.

Despite his various titles, he was neither the undead overlord nor an invincible patriarch, but in the era when space undead were still feared by the dead, Aurikan still enjoyed a great reputation among the entire race.

Even Szalak the Silent King, when faced with difficult choices, would summon Aurikan to consult this wise man.

After all, Talrazin will randomly spawn wherever there is Aurican, which is a real buy-one-get-one-free deal. With two great sages serving me alone, I, Szalak, am going to be ecstatic!
The Fearful Ones have low psychic abilities, possibly even less than the canines frolicking on the tranquil plains, but their powerful technology, comparable to magic, makes up for this.

The ability to distort time and space is not limited to evil gods; astrologers also possess this power.

A powerful high-ranking undead like Aurican possesses a bio-transformation technology and a core logic that far surpasses that of ordinary undead minions. Ancient memories flow within its body, and it can even simulate emotions and thoughts identical to those it had in life.

But it is precisely because of this that astrologers feel increasingly pained and powerless.

"Szalak is an amateur, he's a complete idiot!"

The cold, electronic voice echoed in the tomb, reminding Aurican of the day he decided the fate of the fearful dead.

The wicked fraudsters deceived all those who feared death with their bio-conversion technology. Despite repeated attempts to persuade them, that fool Szalak simply wouldn't listen!

Aurican did not deny Szalak's abilities. As the last Silent King, when Szalak took over the empire, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the empire was on the verge of extinction. He could be considered a model of a wise ruler who saved the country and its people.

However, Szalak, this so-called wise ruler, can only turn the tide in the most critical moments. Once things calm down, he becomes a dangerous bomb, with nothing but naivety and stupidity in his eyes.

Basically, even a stray dog ​​on the street could fool Szalak. If you say it's a pile of dog poop, Szalak won't listen. If the conman says it's chocolate, then he'll have to taste it to see if it's salty or not.

Moreover, given the space slavery society structure of the Fearful Ones, you can't refute the Silent King; saying even one more word would be considered disrespectful.

"Ugh……"

If Aurican were still alive, he would have died of high blood pressure by now. Fortunately, he has no flesh on his body, thus avoiding becoming the first skeleton among the space necromancers to die of anger.

In an attempt to reverse the future, Auricane, the great prophet, gradually became distorted and began to frantically interfere with the timeline, trying to reverse the tragic fate of the Fearful Ones being transformed into space undead.

But no matter what he does, he will inevitably crash into something unpredictable and die.

Either they prematurely alerted the Nightbringers on the star next to the homeworld of the Fearless, causing the Fearless, who could have lived to 40, to die faster than the Medicine Girl.

Either the war in Heaven started prematurely, with the two powerful ancient saints and star gods taking turns serving the fearful undead race, and before they could even betray the star gods, they were all wiped out.

Even worse, the war in Heaven didn't end. It went on for a full 6000 million years, until the physical world and the High Heaven were reduced to a pile of mud, all waiting to be resurrected and continue the endless war.

Countless reversals have made the astrologer realize reality, or rather, have taught this 6500 million-year-old comrade to give up, transforming him from a rebellious young man who recklessly altered the timeline into the goldfish old man who now maintains the timeline.

Just as the astrologer was about to continue slacking off, he suddenly discovered that Tarasin, who was always causing trouble for him, had disappeared.

If someone has been undermining and opposing you for countless years, they're either your lover or gay. Without Tarasin dragging him down, Aurikan is still a little unaccustomed to it.

Therefore, the astrologer began searching for Tarachin's whereabouts, and then he discovered a weak race called humans.

At that time, humans had not yet broken out of Terra and were still in a relatively ignorant era. When the astrologers discovered that Tarasin was disguised as a small, skinny monkey and mingling in the human world, they did not pay much attention to it.

After all, humans are similar in appearance to the fearsome, and Aurican thought that Tarasin was having another episode. But then he realized that was not the case at all, because he discovered the necromantic nemesis, the star god Magradius.

This discovery shocked Aurikan instantly, but then he realized that it was not a complete Void Dragon, but only a larger fragment that had somehow suddenly arrived in Terra and was conducting secret experiments there.

Aurican couldn't understand why the Void Dragon would actually become a fat, huge silver dragon and rule the mountains in this backward world.

They couldn't understand what was so special about these skinny little monkeys that the Void Dragons would bother with, let alone impart knowledge to them.

They even adopted the mythical characters from the old-fashioned, mass-produced literature of the Deathbringers, commanding humans to pledge allegiance to them and, when in a good mood, even summoning clouds and rain. This strange sight reminded Auricane of the Deathbringers of yesteryear, except that they first discovered the Nightbringers.

To get this space-ash-like monster out of the star, the Fearful Ones used living metal to create a body, luring the star-licking monster inside.

Even in order to prevent the Nightbringers from eating them, the Deathbringers spent a great deal of time and manpower to convince the Nightbringers that they were better suited to be underlings than snacks.

Why did you change your ways after coming to this backward world? Shouldn't you be eating snacks like crazy? So you bunch of bastards are just targeting us Death-fearers to mess with!

Aurican admitted that he was a little jealous, an emotion that shouldn't exist in a space necromancer, yet it resonated vividly within his logical framework.

But just as the astrologer was observing from behind the scenes, an ordinary human suddenly burst out, shouting about friendship, bonds, courage, and the like.

Even without sweat glands, Aurican still unconsciously wiped his forehead whenever he recalled that unbelievable scene.

"A primitive native who has never seen the stars, riding a four-legged mount, and holding a gun with no technological enhancements, that can neither fire Gaussian rays nor tear space apart, a gun with a metal barrel but a wooden shaft, pierced a fragment of a void dragon half to death?"

"Is this reasonable? Physics no longer exists!"

"Damn it, Void Dragon, get up! Use your invincible dimensional lightning to blast this caveman to death with one slap!"

It's no wonder Aurican was so distraught, even to the point of lying on the ground cheering for the enemy of his race; it was simply too illogical, to the point that it nearly burned out the core of his logic.

Back then, in order to seal the Star God, the Space Necromancers mobilized the entire power of their race. They chose to strike when the Star God was in poor condition, already exhausted from fighting the Ancient Saint, and when the Star God himself had become mentally unstable due to indiscriminately devouring his own kind. Only then did they manage to shatter the god.

Although what we see now is just a fragment of a Void Dragon, it is still a Void Dragon!

It's Magladros, who survived to the end in the Star God PUBG tournament and is known as all-knowing and all-powerful, one of the four giants of Star God!

Come back, Radrois!
My proudest belief!
The power of the Star God is vividly displayed!
Tears are inexplicably flowing!

I vaguely remember the Void Dragon!
And there's also awesome dimensional lightning!
Get rid of all the green skins on the bean sprouts!

Astrologers might go crazy, but it's unlikely they'd actually be.

No matter how crazy he went, the primitive man in tattered armor and wielding a spear actually managed to beat the powerful void dragon half to death.

Then, incredibly, it flew up! It even flew all the way to Mars!
When Aurikai saw the four-legged mount treading on the void, carrying the primitive man and the void dragon on the spear tip across the starry sky, flying directly to Mars, he smiled with relief.

"艹@&#" is a vulgar expression used by those who fear death.

Logically speaking, in that ancient era, there were many peerless powerhouses in the galaxy who could single-handedly destroy an entire planet.

Even if they are shocked, astrologers will not care too much, simply considering it the birth of another strange race.

The problem is that ever since that primitive man appeared, the timeline has become confusing, and something is making the future and the past indistinct.

In their quest to uncover the truth, astrologers began to pay close attention to this race known as humanity.

It must be said that, after observing humanity for tens of thousands of years, astrologers believe that humans are remarkably similar to those who fear death—equally mad and equally devoid of reverence.

While observing, he never forgot the sudden change and carefully searched for the root cause of the timeline disturbance.

This situation reached its peak after that primitive man called himself emperor and created a monster called the Genetic Primarch.

Looking at the timeline in front of him, which was completely chaotic and had suddenly gone black three seconds ago, the astrologer felt that it was time for him to take action and see what was going on.

"I have come for the future of those who fear the dead!"

Meanwhile, Mordred, who had entered the dream world, looked at everything before her with dismay and, incidentally, pulled Horus, who had almost drowned, to his feet.
"You bastard, how dare you drink seawater behind my back? Tell me, where the hell is this?"

As the view gradually widens, a large number of fishermen are working on the beach, and at the far end of the view is an ancient human city-state under construction.

Rome!

(End of this chapter)