Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 218 Your phone credit has been recharged

As the first rays of morning sunlight shone upon the earth, the unfortunate fellow named Makala opened his eyes.

Although she had expected it, Makala still couldn't help but look at the dresses and necklaces placed at the corner of the bed.

There was no handsome silver wolf, nor a short dog sleeping soundly on its back; the past 30 days seemed like a dream.

After a multitude of thoughts converged, Makara finally accepted reality:

"I'm all alone again. You won't even say goodbye? Remus, why don't you give me back the money I kept there!"

Without the magical dog's care, Makala returned to her former solitary life, but the experience of those 30 days changed her, transforming her from a slovenly girl who knew nothing.

Longing is the furthest distance. Makala decided to change herself; she no longer wanted to live such a muddled life.

As she tidied the bedding and cleaned the room, clumsy Makara recalled the hardworking and capable Romus, who usually did these tasks, but now she had to do them herself.

But when Makala opened the door with a can of oatmeal, ready to cook some porridge for breakfast, the scene before her made her unable to contain her excitement any longer, and she rushed into the arms of the two dogs with mischievous grins.

"Waaaah, I knew you wouldn't leave me."

Seeing Makara with snot and tears streaming down her face, rubbing herself on her fur, Mordred looked at her with disgust and swung her paw at Horus.

"You rascal, you've dirtied my cool, shiny fur. Go and cook for us. It's your turn to serve us now. I want to eat fish."

"Double the portion, and less salt!"

Overjoyed at finding what she had lost, Makala skipped off to cook, glancing over from time to time even while at the stove, as if afraid that what she was seeing was just an illusion.

"Second brother, didn't you say that we would leave after dawn?"

"You ask me and I ask who to go to."

Mordred was also puzzled. According to his precise calculations, given the Emperor Spirit's appetite, that amount of peanut butter should have been used up just right.

"That can't be right. This was all part of my plan. My good buddy Carlos would never lie to me; my stomach can vouch for it! Unless..."

"Unless what? Second brother, think of something quickly, I've only been a war commander for a few days."

"Unless some variable I don't know about appeared during the ritual, but what could that be?"

Even the emperor wanted to know what this was!
Looking at the strange, yellowish-brown creature fast asleep on his hand, the Emperor, who had infiltrated the Abomination's laboratory, was completely bewildered. What made his blood pressure soar even higher were the two rebellious sons in front of him, posing in a shameful manner.

From the Emperor's perspective, his firstborn son was bound in a coffin in an extremely shameful position, surrounded by an unidentified brown liquid, while Mordred, that bastard, was lewdly touching Horus's buttocks.

To be honest, although emperors are despicable, they are especially inhuman when they are not human, and in terms of private morality, they are the worst of all people. Compared to them, Massier is a gentleman.

Even so, the Emperor still considered himself a good father! He even secretly subscribed to Mrs. Euton's parenting encyclopedia and read it as a joke every night before bed.

As for whether it will be effective, don't ask. Such a trivial question is not suitable for the empire. I have already tried so hard, can't you all just fulfill your filial duties and work honestly?

"Forgrim and Feralus are enough to give me trouble, and you two bastards actually dared to do such shameful things right under my nose."

I have been asking questions back and forth, but there is nothing more to say. My son is also a charlatan. You two unlucky bastards are even playing bondage. This must be a trick of Slaanesh.

"Macado, what are you doing? You can't eat that stuff!"

The one who held the seal waved his hand, indicating that his lord should calm down first. This thing is not snow, but peanut butter, and it tastes pretty good.

"Really? Let me try it!"

He stuck out his finger, dabbed at the unidentified substance, and put it in his mouth. The Emperor nodded to himself; it was indeed peanut butter, and there was even a tiny bit of chocolate in it.

"Moreover, my lord, you may not have noticed, but your behavior these past few days has been quite strange. One night I even saw you sleepwalking, sneaking into the depths of the palace, hugging a black dress and chuckling to yourself."

They shouted that they were the true Son of Heaven, and no matter what, the battle force was 20 to 30, so the advantage was on their side.

The fault isn't mine, it's the whole world's. Liu Xiu, what makes you think you can fight me? Damn it! Why is there a shooting star?
"Suppression, technique, desperate situation, breakthrough, self, proof, peak, shackles, answer, dependence, end, interpretation, calmness, adversity, confidence, infinity, break, predicament, questioning, reversal, tempering, limit, stop, illusion, result, eventually, reach the top, break free, restriction, domain, pinnacle, past, farewell."

I will not lose!

The emperor didn't believe it. He was an immortal being. Since becoming the ruler of mankind, he had never changed his identity. This was all old news.

And none of that matters. The most important thing is that he would never say such an embarrassing line.

But he was quickly proven wrong when Makado pulled out a data tablet and played a valuable surveillance video on the spot.

Three minutes later, the blond giant, still bewildered, took the peanut butter sandwich from Makado and stuffed it into his mouth, offering a half-hearted explanation:
"Old Ma, you have to understand. As an immortal being, I've lived for far too long. To keep myself active, I and the other immortals often switch identities to experience life. Hammurabi, Alexander, Julius, Napoleon... Immortals have existed throughout human history. We even have fragments of consciousness that carve out their own territories and drive human society forward in the midst of war."

Dead memories are attacking me; I would never utter such shameful lines.

"So you guys have gotten this bored?"

Born in a dark age of technology, Makado was considered young among the immortals and couldn't understand the amazing operations of these eccentrics. He always felt that these people had some serious illness.

So you're all attacking your right brain with your left brain, playing some kind of bloody game with yourselves. No wonder Erda and Olpeson are also psychopaths.

Seeing that he had lost face in front of his good friend, the emperor was eager to prove himself and immediately tried to use his unparalleled powerful spiritual energy to bring his two rebellious sons back.

But before he could make a move, Makado, sensing the danger, transformed into an evil cane-wielding alien and slammed his cane into the head of the big golden guy.

"My lord, please stop causing trouble. To be honest, although your power is immense, all you do besides smash things with your psionic frames is conduct your biological experiments."

"Please, didn't you see the ritual array beneath those two kids?"

Normally, the Emperor would never be so careless, but now his thinking is confused, switching between yes and no. Coupled with the high concentration of fel energy pollution inside the Abomination, it's clear that he's developing early-onset dementia.

Fortunately, Macardo was clear-headed and chose the safest method: to open the Thinker Array and peek at Mordred's experimental log.

It would have been better if he hadn't watched it. After watching it, even Makado's blood pressure spiked, and he wanted nothing more than to beat Mordred, that bastard, to death with a stick.

It's important to know that the Abomination is Atlas's flagship and Mordred's personal research vessel. It wouldn't be unreasonable to throw the blasphemous creations sealed inside into the deepest prison of the palace.

Compared to Mordred, even this tech madman, F, seemed law-abiding. Just the fact that his plan to reverse the Black Stone device and use a massive rift spanning half the galaxy to kidnap all races was leaked would have caused Atlas to be wiped out by data.

"He truly is my good son, he has guts! Scroll down further."

Soon, a heavily encrypted plan called the General-Purpose Imperial Boy was unearthed, detailing Mordred's entire process of extracting genes from the Emperor's hair to create biological weapons.

After reviewing all the experimental logs, the Emperor waved his hand and directly identified 130 yellow-skinned rats that were about to burst from overeating and were hiding in the laboratory.

Seeing Zoffy cosplaying as himself, and the mouse guzzler draped in a rag and holding a lighter as a scepter, Emperor and Macado were stunned.

But the two didn't say much. After reading the experimental log, they had already realized the wonderful uses of this amazing creature:
"My lord, is the future truly unchangeable? After all, only gods can prove eternity."

"..."

"Only God knows!"

"But on the bright side, since the Great Expedition is still ongoing and those four good-for-nothings are still causing trouble behind the scenes, it means that even if a major rebellion occurs, we have not lost."

It's impossible for you to die and disappear, while I'm seriously injured and imprisoned on a torture device, half-dead, right?
Don't worry, as long as the Great Expedition succeeds and the Network Road Project is realized, it won't be long before we can clear away all obstacles and retire in glory.

I've always been very lucky.

The giant golden figure, who had never offered comfort to anyone, looked at Makado, the partner who had been with him all along. The prophecy had long since failed, and the future was shrouded in mystery.

Neither the emperor nor the four gods could foresee what the future would hold.

The result wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either. Looking at the Thinker that had recorded Mordred's various countermeasures—a Thinker that had come with the intention of mutual destruction and annihilation—the Emperor smiled with relief.
"My friend, I have an idea! Guess what I want to do right now?"

"Wear your little dress, just like when I first met you? Oh right, I remember you were wearing Erda's clothes back then."

"..."

Seeing the Emperor humiliated, Macado's mood instantly improved, and even the big golden guy burst out laughing:
"If only the price were this low, I would want to bring Magnus back. I have a feeling that this silly kid will definitely screw me over in the future."

By the way, what do you think about installing a speaker on the Golden Throne?

"Your Majesty, whatever you say goes, but what about the two of them?"

Seeing his two unfilial sons still motionless in that position, the emperor's eyes sharpened instantly, and his large hands uncontrollably reached for the red lever filled with peanut butter.

"No wonder some inexplicable things appeared in my memory; it turns out they were caused by you two unfilial sons."

Sigh, well, I'll just consider it compensation to my other self. After all, it must have been quite difficult for her to deal with Erda all this time.

"Quickly, send me a batch of peanut butter. Hopefully, Horus can hold out."

(End of this chapter)