Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 215 Conjugate Father and Son
"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud slap rang out, and Makala, who had just been full of ambition, instantly burst into tears, crouching down to defend himself with his head in his hands.

"What are you doing?"

"What? You weakling think you can take over? Do you believe that when the weasel comes back, it'll slap you against the wall and you won't be able to pry it off?"

"Exactly, exactly! You yourself said that you were just a tool that Neos created to deal with Erda, and you still want to take his place? If it weren't for the two of us, you'd probably be starving to death by now."

Malaka's declaration of his dreams made Mordred laugh in exasperation, his mouth nearly twisting in disbelief. Even Horus was on the verge of losing his composure.

Others couldn't see it, but the two of them could see it clearly. As the chief steward of the Emperor's fan club, Horus admired his father the most.

As Horus's contact with Mordred deepened and he witnessed the Emperor's various abstract operations, he was no longer the foolish boy he once was. He underwent a super evolution and became a fan of the Twisted Emperor.

In Horus's eyes, the Emperor will always be the white moonlight that has accompanied him for 30 years, a father and a comrade-in-arms. The saying "like father, like son" is most fitting for the two of them.

This emotion transcends the bond between father and son, and is not some trivial lustful act.

The white moonlight will always be the white moonlight, even if the white moonlight herself comes to the scene!

You're only fit to deal with Erda's purple mood, yet you dare to replace my father? Don't you even look in a mirror? No, you poor wretch, you don't even have a mirror. The fish in the porridge was killed by me when I went out to sea in the middle of the night!

Horus, completely letting loose, swayed his hips and danced awkwardly with Mordred, each saying a line and relentlessly dissing Makara in front of them.

Don't let Horus's usual serious demeanor fool you; he's still the head of a gang in Krúnia. Add to that Mordred, the queen of foul language, who can curse without even uttering a single swear word, and he's made Makara cry.

"Stop cursing, stop cursing, you two bad dogs, do you think I want to be bullied by that crazy woman? Even if my true form came, I couldn't withstand that kind of exploitation."

Waaaaah! I didn't want to end up like this. They promised to let me come back in three years, but three years passed, then another three years. Now Rome has been established, and that bastard Neos still won't let me go back. Does that mean my clones aren't human anymore?

Completely devastated, Makala threw a tantrum, cursing Neos for being inhuman, saying that he had at first brought her food and drink, but later he disappeared.

What could she do? To fill her stomach, she had no choice but to submit to Erda, at least she could please this crazy woman and she even knew to give her living expenses.

Looking at the unfortunate little thing on the ground, crying and making a fuss like a naughty child, the two dogs exchanged a glance and couldn't help but sigh.

Because the original genetic material was not normal, even Guilliman, inside and out, did not have a childhood that could be called normal, let alone have a normal family relationship with the Emperor.

After all, even Mrs. Euton complained to Mordred that when she first saw Guilliman, her first reaction was not maternal love, but fear.

According to Mrs. Eaton, Guilliman, who had just been found, was like a machine, with no human qualities whatsoever, but he was incredibly intelligent and always managed to come up with the right answer.

This is a pseudo-human whose intelligence is completely suppressed, who eats a lot, changes almost every day, and can grow to more than 3 meters tall by the age of eight. The Tyndall effect is directly maximized.

Nobody would believe it if I told them, is this guy really eight years old?
That's why Mrs. Euton is such a great mother; she managed to raise a terrifying robot like Guilliman into such a fine son.

He honed his powerful elbow techniques in the base, unleashing his true nature with a flurry of elbows when all Primarchs were aware of the Warp, ignoring the harassing phone calls from the four peddlers.

That's amazing, Kiri Mambo!
On the other hand, the other Primarchs were less than satisfactory. With a mother who ran away from home, a gambling father, and brothers whose identities were unclear, there wasn't a single normal person in the Emperor's entire family.

"Alright, alright, why are you crying? It's like we're bullying you. You're tough inside and out, you know? Someone like you thinks you can take our place? You probably won't even get your next meal, unless..." "Unless what?"

Malaka grabbed the two dogs' paws, her eyes darting around wildly. For her, living her own life was more important than anything else.

She really didn't want to live those unlucky days of going hungry and feeling like the whole world was against her.

"Please help me! Since you say I'm the chosen magical girl, you must have a way, right? Romus, Remus, I'll do anything."

No matter what, Makara is part of the imperial family, inheriting that extraordinary and amazing charm. Even if she is dressed like a country girl, her modeling skills are still very impressive.

Sure enough, after using the same trick as the weasel, Horus was instantly captivated and turned to look at Mordred.

"Second Brother, perhaps this is why we're here. What are you waiting for? She's begging us!"

"I really can't do anything with you, but what can I do? I'm kind-hearted. To be honest, I also have a nickname: Coward's Nemesis. My record is verifiable, no kidding."

If we hadn't broken the heavenly rules and been banished to the mortal realm, I would have definitely pulled out my Titan Training Technique.

"Don't worry, the reason we've descended to Earth is to train us into strong, independent women. Once we complete our mission, we can return to the 22nd century in an Apache attack helicopter and report to Doraemon."

These are bizarre and outlandish theories, yet they seem impressive despite their incomprehensibility!
Ultimately, she suffered from a cultural disadvantage. Makara didn't know what an Apache attack helicopter was, but she knew what a Titan was—a giant that even a kid on the street would know.

And for some reason, Makara felt that the two dogs in front of him looked very friendly and would never harm him.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

As a leading figure in the Imperial education system, Mordred could make even an Oglin count to 100, and even teach them to march in step, turn around, and perform more advanced feats like goose-stepping.

With Horus, the Imperial Warmaster, on top of that, the shearing action was at its maximum, absolutely maximum! Two powerful figures serving Makara was incredibly easy.

However, Mordred, driven by his wicked sense of humor, would certainly not be so normal. Usually, the Emperor would beat him up in the name of his father, but now the tables have turned, and the little yellow weasel is still a yellow weasel.

"Call me 'godfather' and let me hear it."

"Father!"

One dared to speak, and the other dared to bark. Master Mo's mouth stretched to the back of his head as he listened, and his tail wagged like an electric fan.

Horus, not to be outdone, also tricked Makara into recognizing the dog as his father out of some twisted mentality.

As the godfather was called out repeatedly, the two shameless men hurriedly helped the stepmother up, shouting that there was no need for such formalities.

Meanwhile, seeing the Emperor's eyelids twitching wildly, his lips twitching, and him suddenly calling him "Dad," Macado panicked and quickly asked:
"Your Majesty, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I don't eat Liuliumei!"

Upon hearing this, the air fell silent. The combined age of the two old men, both older than human history, simultaneously conjured up the same image in their minds. The Emperor even crushed the chess piece in his hand.
"Ah—Mordred!"

(End of this chapter)