Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 212 Dark Souls
It's hard to be a human, it's hard to be a dog, and it's even harder to be a dog that's just a plaything.

By the time Mordred and Horus realized what was about to happen, it was too late!
Seeing the two lumps of something in front of them instantly turn white-hot, exceeding the limits of human endurance, Horus and Mordred exchanged a speechless glance and immediately jumped out of the hot spring and shrank into a corner.

If they hesitated for even a second, it would be irresponsible of them. The hot spring was already filthy, and seeing this scene would make them unclean as well.

"Second brother... I think I've gone blind! Are they...?"

"Shut up! Don't ask, don't think. Once we get back, we'll wipe your memory as soon as possible. You're almost blind, but don't you think I'm not?"

Mordred, a scientific researcher, is actually just like the motorist he looks down on. Although he always claims to be a normal person, the great sage Kragg knows that his boss is even more eccentric than her.

Back then, in order to solve the problem of low compatibility of Atlas genetic seeds, Mordred conducted a lot of research, including on the amazing human group of immortals.

Because the immortals were extremely cunning, some of them didn't even know they were immortal until their resurrection, which meant Mordred never studied the original body.

Fortunately, Mordred has a good brother named Vulcan, a black guy who perfectly inherited the Emperor's immortality talent. Coupled with their salamander title, they can be considered a poor man's knock-off version of the immortal giant lizard.

However, after repeated experiments and the destruction of a large number of failed experiments that could be considered abstract even in the subspace, all the experiments were declared failures as expected. But Mordred also discovered some of the secrets of the immortals.

As a unique and bizarre mutation of humans, the immortals, unlike the untouchables who can be inherited through some kind of recessive gene, are just like randomly spawning NPCs, with absolutely no pattern.

More importantly, immortals only spawn among humans, and each individual possesses some strange abilities; they are all powerful psionicists.

Taking emperors as an example, when an immortal person lives long enough, their traces will inevitably appear in history.

Myths and legends, local anecdotes, may very well be based on real events, only their protagonists might be some unknown immortal being.

But Mordred, who views the world from a scientific perspective and even attributes evil gods to powerful natural phenomena with their own logic, sees mythology as nothing more than misinformation.

These are unofficial histories from an ancient era when productivity was low and human knowledge was extremely limited. After all, they are myths and legends; you can listen to them, but how can you really believe them?
But now Mordred and Horus truly believe it. Unofficial histories may not be historical fact, but they are certainly unofficial! And what's even more unofficial is that these unofficial histories are actually true.

When a person lives long enough, he will inevitably become abnormal, and Erda, who can play with the Emperor, is obviously not a normal person either.

From 9 p.m. until dawn the next day, Mordred and Horus huddled in the corner, enduring the antics of these two eccentric individuals who defied human comprehension.

The two dogs, having fought until dawn, were satisfied. Looking at the mess on the ground, and seeing the two pets still huddled in the corner, Erda, being the dominant one, pulled the orange dog from the corner over and patted Mordred's head:
"Nyos, why does this dog look a bit silly to me?"

Neos, who also dragged the silver dog, was even more inhumane. He actually used Horus to wipe his body. Mordred, who saw this, mourned for his good brother for two seconds, but it is very likely that Horus would not mind.

"Perhaps they were shocked by my strength; after all, not everyone is as strong and powerful as me!"

"How about I switch this time? I remember the Athenians really like this."

Clearly, the results of the Holy Emperor's attempt to bypass the network did not satisfy Erda. Upon hearing this, the Roman she-wolf's face turned pale instantly.

"Tch, you good-for-nothing! I'm quite satisfied with how you served me this time. I'm going back to Athens now. Don't you dare run away next time I come looking for you, or I'll make sure you're not like this again, my beauty!" "..."

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Mordred seemed to understand why the Emperor never mentioned Tilda, and even when he asked Macado, the Marksman had a constipated expression on his face.

It turns out that it wasn't like what the Emperor said, that he wouldn't stoop to that crazy woman's level. Rather, the Emperor had always been in a weak position, and Erda was the unparalleled powerhouse. Erda was just a purple mood toy.

Sure enough, as Erda left gracefully, the Roman she-wolf instantly collapsed to the ground, and anyone could see that she was a little weak.

Looking at the two dogs, one big and one small, staring at him with strange eyes, Neos felt for some reason that the one with the shorter legs looked really annoying.

And that's exactly what she did; she slapped Mordred on the head.

"What are you looking at? Look at me again and I'll skin you alive and make you into a vest. Do I feel like you're looking down on me? You're asking for it!"

Mordred wasn't going to let this bastard get away with it. She immediately flashed a set of gleaming white teeth and bit down on her calf.
"Ah—let go! Let go of me! Where did this mad dog come from?"

The more Neos struggled, the more Mordred bit him, and Horus, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but try as well, biting at the other leg as well.

Although Horus always flaunted his broken ring and secretly drew erotic pictures, it didn't mean he wanted to see his father, whom he admired so much, become so depraved.

Neos, who was being mauled by two rabid dogs, was helpless. No matter how much she struggled, or even used brute force capable of crushing steel, she could not break free from these two strange dogs.

Finally, having exhausted all other options, Neos noticed a bag of melons lying nearby for some unknown reason. He decided to use the melons to lure the two beasts away.

"Good puppy, let go of my mouth!"

Putting aside the question of why a great emperor could come up with the bizarre idea of ​​using fruit to lure a dog, her very act of wanting to talk to the dog shows that she was not mentally sound.

Fortunately, the dog wasn't a normal dog either. Mordred and Horus exchanged a glance, then released the dog's mouth and pounced into the bag of melons.

Sensing danger, Miss Neos made a hasty escape, unaware that she had been marked by the scent of her two rebellious sons, and that two furtive figures were following her.

Meanwhile, the astrologer, who had finally found the exact location in the complex timeline, remained silent as he looked at the point in time that was forcibly fixed by pitch-black flames and filled with a sense of destruction.

"What exactly is this power?"

(End of this chapter)