Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 233 The Emperor and Khorne are in cahoots!

Ever since the Wright brothers first took to the skies, humanity has had an unparalleled curiosity about the stars.

“I looked around, but I didn’t see any God or angels, only mountains and people.”

The hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage. In that distant era, it was with this courage that humanity soared into the void and ventured toward the stars and the sea.

And Luna was the first world that humans landed in!

Guilliman paid a heavy price to reach Holy Terra, even choosing to cooperate with the Xenomorphs and travel to the moon via an ancient creation called the Web.

In the deep crater, sunlight streamed down from the edge of the crater. Before the expeditionary force could even determine their location, the Thousand Sons Legion, which was in hot pursuit, ordered the expeditionary force to immediately begin running in the low gravity environment of the moon.

Above the main force, the living saint soared into the air and flew into the dark sky.

His twin handmaids had already donned helmets to adapt to the barren, cold air of the moon, but Celestine himself was not wearing any protective gear.

The blazing imperial light provided comprehensive protection for the living saint and also guided the main force.

Even Primarchs like Guilliman can only last a short time in the Void. There have even been instances where Guilliman was blown into space by the Word Bearers, resulting in a comical scene of him holding his breath and swimming on his back.

It's no wonder that when the judges saw Celestine, they immediately thought he was a demon and tried every means to get rid of this heretic.

After all, in the judge's eyes, this was simply too outrageous. How could a person survive in the void and even fly? Did you think you were Saint Gilles?
But E is the boss, don't be unconvinced, if you have the guts, go and challenge the Emperor.

Behind the main force, the clowns were trying to shut down the entrance to the network.

Above Luna was a giant net gate nearly a hundred kilometers long, but the clowns' chanting was still no match for Senji's spell.

"Trash, you're obviously useless people who can't even cast spells quickly. The most precious treasures in the world belong to the virtuous. It's a waste that the Net Path has fallen into your hands."

A strange blue wave of fire surged out, instantly engulfing several clowns who hadn't had time to dodge. Then, a large group of red-letter warriors appeared deep inside the gate.

These sorcerer golems raised their weapons, stomping their feet with heavy steps, and fired cursed hellfire bombs at the retreating loyalists.

Looking at these Ultra Warriors who had degenerated to the point of colluding with the Xenomorphs, Magnus couldn't help but let out a cold laugh:
"Guilliman, you really are an ambitious man. Now you've even stopped pretending and started to collude with the aliens. Do you see, Aliman? This is the lie of the false emperor."

Those damned bastards! They were the ones pointing fingers at me at the Nicaea meeting. Everyone else was using psionic powers in secret, but they just kept targeting me.

Space Wolf, White Scar, Blood Angel, and even Ultra Warriors all have psionic abilities, they just change their names and no one can see them anymore.

If we're talking about little secrets, even nine thousand sons can't compare to the Dark Angel.

He clearly said I was his proudest offspring, but now he's denying it. He's a complete liar. Surely these pointy-eared bean sprouts can't all be demi-humans, right? Ahriman?

Seeing that his father was again delirious, Ahriman, who also possessed extraordinary wisdom, knew that if he didn't go along with things now, the consequences would be dire:
"Yes, Father, the false emperor is a fraud. Look at that light bulb hanging in the sky, it's clearly a demon. A living saint? He has no shame at all!"
I don't even want to think about what will happen next. Maybe the Corpse King is beyond redemption and has started cooperating with the kobolds, elevating Guilliman to his Primarch status.

"That's incredibly blasphemous!"

Seeing his offspring so well-behaved, Magnus, strolling on the lunar surface, tore apart a squadron of Ultramarines with a wave of his hand using his blasphemous psionic magic.

His relaxed demeanor made it seem as if he were not on a battlefield, but in his own library.

"But you still don't understand my brother. Don't be fooled by Guilliman's ambition; he's weak in combat and a psionic Muggle. He'll never understand the mysteries of psionics in his lifetime. He's just a crude brute."

Perhaps recalling something interesting, Magnus gave a chilling smile.

Why is Father laughing?

"Hahaha, I laugh at Guilliman's lack of strategy, the false emperor's lack of wisdom, and the Imperial Guard's lack of talent, which is nothing more than a bunch of weavers and sellers of shoes."

A full hour has passed, and the other side has yet to mount an effective counterattack. If this were during the Great Crusade, orbital bombardment would have descended upon them within half an hour, and Atlas might have already started scavenging.

This proves that the entire Solar Defense Force is completely paralyzed. It won't be long before we storm the palace, seize the throne of the Corpse Emperor, and the advantage is on our side! The advantage is on our side!

Anyone tainted by chaos will more or less lose their senses, but Ahriman believed he was different from that idiot Abaddon; he was the one who controlled the power.
"Then, Father, what is Atlas? I've never heard of it."

"Ignorant and incompetent, Atlas is of course... Right, who is Atlas?"

Magnus paused for a moment, and the word Atlas seemed to suddenly pop into his mind. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find any related information in his memory.

The indescribable sense of separation enraged Magnus, but then some clueless insects came to bother him.

A teleportation beam flashed, and a squad of elite gray knights dressed as Fear Knights of Heavenly Punishment charged out, wielding giant power halberds. With a leap, they launched themselves into the air and slashed at Magnus.

"Die, you traitor!"

"Noisy."

An immense, formless, and intangible spiritual energy was drawn out, and a grayish-white light enveloped half of the crater, freezing time in its tracks.

Within those nine seconds, Magnus was invincible. The Fear Knights were burned to ashes by the sudden change in flames, and Space Marine armored vehicles were thrown into the sky.

The invincible Grey Knight fell, flames even erupting from his head.

Magnus had ample time to cast his spell, and a large number of Tzeentch demons were summoned to join the Thousand Sons in an attack.

Nine seconds later, the gray-white light dissipated, and countless Ultra Warriors were instantly burned to ashes, while the armored vehicles crashed into the Mechanicus position like cannonballs.

Given time, Magnus could single-handedly destroy the remaining expeditionary force and open a portal, allowing Tzeentch's army to raze Holy Terra. The Loyalists' only chance of victory is to defeat Magnus, but that's like letting Benbo kill Sun Wukong—will they win?
What a load of rubbish!
Even so, the expeditionary force launched a desperate charge. With Luna at their feet and Terra behind them, they had nowhere left to retreat.

"For the Emperor!"

Death, destruction, a casual strike from the Primarch tore the sky apart and set the earth ablaze. As the strongest psionicist still alive in the world, Magnus is a veritable human-shaped catastrophe.

Celestine couldn't break through Magnus's psionic shield at all; that thing only caused ripples when the volcanic cannon hit it.

Seizing the opportunity, Professor A used a psionic blast to shatter the living saint's body, causing Celestine to instantly log off and resurrect.

Perhaps this action angered a certain cold sun, for a cursed legion burning with pitch-black flames began to appear on the battlefield, which made Magnus subconsciously glance at Ahriman.

"Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?"

"Father, I didn't mean to, be careful!"

In an instant, accompanied by flashes of emerald lightning, a storm of blue and gold appeared behind Magnus, and the blazing Emperor's Sword slammed into Oglin's sunburnt buttocks.

"Oh!"

The explosion from the collision of the scepter and the greatsword blew away all the surrounding soldiers, and countless demons were instantly burned to ashes, but Ahriman was completely unharmed.

Looking at Guilliman before him, Magnus let out a cold laugh:
"Brother, I never thought you were just like your second brother, always liking to ambush from behind. If you hadn't always been late, your second brother would never have died. How can you face your second brother?"

Wait, who's Second Brother?

Guilliman didn't reply. He turned around and kicked Ahriman away. Emerald green lightning flashed, and he teleported away. Then he stabbed at Magnus Ass again.

The Emperor's Sword, wreathed in flames, traced an arc through the sky as Guilliman slashed at the Primarch with incredible speed, a swift strike that interrupted Magnus's incantation.

Under the watchful gaze of the Holy Terra above, another battle erupted between the Emperor's two sons.

However, at this very moment, driven by the ferocious fel energy of a whole bloodthirsty demon burning itself, the high-spirited Guilliman had forgotten himself and become even more powerful and domineering!

“I have been imprisoned for 1 years, and now you dare to trespass into my territory, Magnus, do you really think I am that piece of trash Gayman?”
Feel the rage of these 1 years!

Waaaagh!!

"You damned dog, don't run! Eat my Thunderous Fang! Fight! It's awesome!!!"

Meanwhile, inside Guilliman's body, Rambo, who resides there, is sitting in a corner of his consciousness with Guilliman, watching the battle from a third-person perspective.

Watching the berserker flash by, wielding the Emperor's Sword in his left hand and a psionic spear in his right, shattering Magnus's sorcery shield with a single strike and going toe-to-toe with the Primarch, Rambo couldn't help but ask:
"You Muggle are really pathetic. Look at what you've done to yourself. Compared to him, you're just a piece of trash."

Guilliman remained silent. How could he know he was so strong? This was completely contrary to the truth of the Empire!

"Pah! Still thinking about your Imperial Truth? Every Primarch is essentially a warp lesser god. You've turned your mage into a tank warrior. And to make matters worse, you've even removed his skill list."

"Oh, I get it," Rambo said, raising his dog mouth and reaching out to stroke Guilliman's blond hair.

"So you're the evil Ultraman Tiga! Return the light you borrowed from me back then, or I'll summon Gatanothor."

"Then what the hell are you calling? I can't even control my body right now."

Rambo almost laughed out of anger at this piece of trash. He thought to himself, "If I could summon the boss, I would have done it long ago. As soon as my master arrives, I don't care if you've leveled up or not, I'll just punch Magnus's head off."

Do you think you, this unlucky fellow, are supposed to carry the team? You're not capable enough! The problem is, the leader is already gone.

"Give me some control of the body, or the fel energy will burn out."

Unfortunately, Guilliman was a psionic Muggle, and he didn't even know how to give control of his body, which almost drove Rambo crazy.

"Brother, we're in this together now. We've paid a heavy price to smuggle that cigarette. Now it's all up to you. You'd better step up."

Patting Guilliman on the shoulder, Rambo coaxed, "As the Primarch, I have no right to control you."

"Control?" Perhaps because he was tainted by fel energy, Guilliman couldn't help but start having wild thoughts upon hearing these two words. Rambo, who was also in the consciousness space, sensed his thoughts as well.

Seeing that things were not going well, Rambo slapped him across the face and barked, "It's not the kind of control you're thinking of. There's no switch that makes you weak in the knees. That kind of thing only exists in the Fist of the Empire."

Listen to me, clear your mind now, don't think about anything, then put your hands on your head and slowly raise them.

"To win, we must attract the Emperor's attention. I have a spell that can restore our sight and turn danger into safety."

Although he was constantly teasing Guilliman, the unfortunate guy Guilliman was indeed highly perceptive. Under Rambo's personal tutelage, he quickly grasped the essence of the matter.

"Yes, that's right, slowly bounce up, then twist your neck to the right."

Boo!
With a slightly comical sound, a round head was raised high by Guilliman's hands. Seeing this opportunity, Rambo tore off his own head without saying a word and shoved it at Guilliman.

Without hesitation, Rambo, now possessed by the Fel Revenge, absorbed half of Guilliman's Fel energy and roared:
"Makala, help me!"

This shout terrified Magnus, because to outsiders, it looked as if Guilliman had been talking to himself and then his head suddenly turned into a dog's head. This made Magnus think of a horrifying idea:
"Damn, Ahriman was right, the kobolds and the Emperor are in cahoots!"

(End of this chapter)