Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 211 How fancy are the Emperor's tricks? Erda knows!

Dreams are a mix of reality and illusion, and the subspace is a blur of truth and falsehood.

The thoughts of all living things converge into the sea of ​​the soul, which then feeds back into the physical world, giving birth to countless lives.

If nothing unexpected happens, then without a doubt, the warp is the greatest gift that the universe has given to living beings.

As the price for enjoying the benefits of the warp, all beings with souls have some connection to the warp.

And what is closest to the state of subspace is undoubtedly the dream of living beings.

According to the analysis in "Numerology", "The Alchemy of Life", and "Guide to Subspace Geography" compiled by Atlas, Horus, you should be entering puberty.

Just like me, you must have awakened some amazing superpower. Maybe once you master this divine skill, you can transform into a dream traveler, transcending the Three Realms and the Five Elements!

On the beach, Horus, who looked 7% wolf and 3% dog and had a golden collar around his neck, was lying on the ground, watching Mordred pick her teeth with her crab claws while telling her about her so-called science.

Compared to the many mentally ill patients, Horus is considered one of the more normal Primarchs, to the point that he seems somewhat out of place.

In other words, Horus has a huge heart; otherwise, anyone would go crazy if it were in a normal person. But what can you do when Horus is a Primarch?
To be honest, Horus was quite envious of Mordred's silly state; nothing could stop him from eating, no matter what happened.

"Second brother, I feel like you're trying to fool me. And the most important thing is, why did I turn into a wolf while you turned into a dog!"

We've stopped being human! Can't you even give us a response?

Mordred, who was staring blankly at the starfish, sponge, and octopus trio among the rocks, wondering if this weird place was called Bikini Bottom, suddenly shook his head, his dog eyes sharpening instantly. Under Horus's questioning gaze, he swallowed the unfortunate starfish whole.

"What do you mean by 'fooling you'? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. You should know that I am a disciple of Carlos's extraordinary wisdom. Do you know who Carlos is? You don't, right? That's right!"
If you knew my good buddy, how could I make up this story? Besides, from what I've observed, wolves don't stand on two legs; the way we're looking now, we're clearly monsters."

Mordred was right. At this moment, the two creatures huddled on the coastline were more like a combination of a kobold and a jackal, or at least beastmen. Neither of them was human.

"Besides, a dog like you shouldn't be able to hiss at me based on your rank. Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it. There are only three tons of peanut butter. Considering Zoffy and the others' appetites, we should wake up soon."

Perhaps thinking of something interesting, the dog's face, which should have looked quite cute, revealed a hint of lewdness: "Atlas has the most comprehensive medical care in the entire empire, guaranteeing that you can fart every time you want to in the future."

Horus, startled, unconsciously tucked his tail in; there was no other way but to accept reality.

"Let's go. Remember to stay on all fours. Right now, we're just a projection. If we die, we'll be banished back. Everything should be done in secret."

"Just consider it a relaxing trip. This is the sacred Terra from 3 years ago. Look at this sea, look at this sky; perhaps other people will never see this kind of beauty in their entire lives."

Perhaps it was Mordred's influence, or perhaps it was the immense pressure of becoming a Warmaster for the first time, Horus thought about it and decided to follow Mordred's lead.

Soon, the two animal figures, one large and one small, left the beach. The fishermen didn't pay much attention to these two strange-looking dogs, except for a few extra glances at Mordred, since dogs with such short legs were indeed rare.

Because her geography teacher in her previous life was an ambitious young man who liked to tell funny stories, often recounting amusing anecdotes like 50 marks worth of bread, Mordred's grades were quite good.

With the Ultramarines, these space Romans, as a comparison, Mordred was able to confirm that he had indeed been taken by Horus to the ancient Roman city-state of Terra.

Or to be more precise, it was the city of Uz, located in the later Roman Empire, around 290 AD, with a fluctuation of no more than 2K, but the exact time is unclear.

With its powerful military strength, the Federation is expanding rapidly. Although Mordred still sees them as a group of backward ancient people, it should be noted that the rabbits at the same time were still in the Han Dynasty.

In this era, the ancient Roman Empire was already considered a relatively advanced civilization. Even though they still retained slavery, at least they had public toilets and a parliament!
Although the two are currently in the form of dogs, they are, after all, dogs transformed from the original genes, and in terms of appearance, they are cool dogs among their canine counterparts.

As for the language barrier, that was not a problem either. Latin is very similar to Low Gothic, and Super Intelligence enabled the two to learn to communicate quickly, even with an Ussian accent, making them sound authentic.

For some reason, the vendors always felt that there was a problem with the city's security, and that their goods would always mysteriously disappear.

Seeing Mored soaking in the hot spring, eating small melons one after another, Horus, after struggling repeatedly, also waved his paw, poked a melon, and threw it into his mouth.

"It tastes so good, it makes my head spin! Give me another one."

"Hehehe! I knew Horus, you're not a serious guy. By the way, why were we brought to this era?"

Horus was also puzzled by this. Logically, they should have entered the illusion for a secret operation to finally determine who was hunting him. He didn't know why they were here. But as Mordred had said, since they were already here, they might as well make the best of it. After witnessing the beauty of Ancient Terra, Horus became even more determined in his belief:
“Brother, I will never let the empire become what the prophecy foretold, and I will never believe that Father would kill us.”

Father must be right. He is so perfect. Even if that shadow really is Father, he was forced into it. We must have made some unforgivable mistake.

If that day ever comes, I hope you can stop me; I don't want to upset my father.

Horus was clearly aware of something, that something malicious was watching him. Once was a coincidence, twice was an accident.

But why did you have to come at my coronation ceremony of all times, and with those rather instructive pursuers, it all looks like a conspiracy.

Horus stretched out his body in the hot spring, his silvery-white wolf fur swaying with the water. Mordred could sense that he was speaking from the heart, but something about it sounded strange. So, he was still saying that he loved his father and that his father loved him.

"Alright, since things have come to this, I'll tell you a little secret. This is something only the two of us know. You absolutely mustn't tell anyone else, not even Old Man Huang!"

"Don't worry, I promise I won't tell anyone."

Through various allegorical and ambiguous means, Mordred revealed the existence of the Four Gods to Horus using four melons.

Then he took out a fifth melon, saying that this thing was the Emperor Melon, and that it was no different from the other four melons in essence.

However, the current emperor is just a malnourished little melon, and the seeds inside are humanity. Once it's fully ripe, then...

puff.

Looking at the melon that Mordred had bitten into and smashed, Horus seemed to understand. So his father was a ticking time bomb. Once he became like the four peddlers, the first thing to perish would be humanity itself.

Seeing that Horus was in a bad mood, Mordred had to offer a few words of comfort:
"Don't worry, with your second brother here, I will never let the weasel turn into a melon bomb. Actually, what I'm most worried about is you!"

You're such a notorious dog-like boy, you'd even say a weasel's fart smells good. Don't argue with me, you probably know better than anyone what kind of person Old Man Huang is, you just don't want to admit it.

"What if Old Man Huang disappears one day? You'll definitely think your father betrayed you, that he doesn't want you anymore, and so on. Guess what? At that time, won't four melons appear and smash your Eye of Horus, turning you into a puppet?"

Although unwilling to admit it, Horus knew that Mordred was telling the truth, and if that day ever came, he would definitely be in trouble.

Moreover, as a staunch supporter of the Great Astartes, Horus essentially looked down on mortals, but the Emperor's amazing move was that he did not want the Space Marines to rule the Empire, and he did not even grant them the right to enter the political system.

The reason all Primarchs are scrambling for the Warmaster position is because it is the only position that the Legion faction can hold.

“You’re right. I’m in a position to fulfill my duties. I’m not only my father’s Sagittarius, but also the Imperial War Marshal and the protector of us brothers.”

These 20 Space Marine Legions—no, now it's 19—are all on my shoulders. I am the second-in-command of the Empire!

If my father is unworthy of being a ruler, then I, Horus Lupecal, have a responsibility to correct the mistakes he has made!

Mordred was very satisfied with such awareness. As for Johnson, I'm sorry, I'll still choose Horus next time I elect a War Master.

This is a classic case of being bullied because of kindness. If it were in the hands of Atlas, who was a complete madman, he wouldn't care about this or that. If anyone displeased him, he would make them disappear from the face of the earth. Exterminating nine generations of their family would be too lenient; he would wipe out three generations.

Honestly, sometimes Mordred thinks he might as well not have this empire. Given his relationship with the kobolds, at worst…

Before Mordred could commit any disrespectful thoughts, the hot spring gate, which should have been closed, was opened from the outside. Under the magical sense that transcended his bloodline, Horus instantly forgot his previous ambitions.

Even Mordred opened his mouth wide, his fur standing on end in fright, and he hissed wildly.

Two women in long dresses entered the hot spring. The taller one, if not exactly like Mordred, was at least nine-tenths similar.

The long-haired, black-haired girl in her arms, who was being coquettish and talking about 18+ topics, would not be mistaken by Mordred and Horus, the editors-in-chief of "The Roman She-Wolf," even if she were reduced to ashes.

"Erda, there are two dogs here!"

"Never mind them, they're probably just some abandoned pets. Come on, you'd better serve me well today, my sweetheart!"

Mordred: O.0
Horus: 0
"I don't want to see!" ×2
(End of this chapter)