Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 236 The Frozen Throne
Inside the Abomination, Mordred's experiment finally yielded results.

Staring at the rapidly scrolling data on the screen, Magnus put down the vanilla ice cream he had finished eating. After confirming that he couldn't understand it at all, he turned to look at Mordred beside him.

"Ah~"

"Hey! Second brother, say something! What are you sighing for? You're making me really anxious."

Mordred panicked even more than he did. Through comprehensive testing, Mordred discovered that half of Magnus's psionic energy had evaporated, and his soul essence was also slowly dissipating.

It was like a parasite clinging to Magnus, sucking his life force. It wasn't fatal, but no one knew what the future held.

Mordred could only reassure him, "Little Horse, I know you're anxious, but don't worry, you won't die anytime soon."

First, tell me what unusual sensations you're experiencing.

"Unusual sensations... Does hunger count? No matter how much I eat, I still feel hungry, and I'm also extremely sleepy. I always feel like there are flies buzzing around my ears."

"Yes, it seems so, yes, I am Rogdorn!"

"Hmm? Dorn!"

Mordred was genuinely confused. Why would you think of Dorn when you're hungry? Although he felt like taking a bite out of each of his brothers when he saw them, he decided against it, fearing it would get stuck in his teeth.

Magnus was also puzzled. When it came to the relationship between brothers, apart from Mordred, he had the best relationship with Perturabo. After all, one was a scholar and the other a craftsman, and they could chat easily.

As for Dorne, Magnus believed that even Perturabo, who was at odds with Dorne, would be convinced that Dorne was an extremely reliable person, but as for how good their relationship was, well, let's not get into that!

After all, Dorn is notoriously disliked by everyone. It's not that he has a bad character, but Dorn is a very peculiar person. As long as he doesn't open his mouth, everything is fine. But once he does open his mouth, anyone can be choked half to death.

Moreover, this guy has a high opinion of himself and always likes to tell nonsensical, lame jokes. Even if no one pays attention to him, he will still suddenly burst into laughter, which is creepy to think about.

Since things had come to this, Mordred had no choice but to take Magnus to the canteen. "You said you were hungry? Well then, we at Atlas may not have much else, but we have plenty of food."

As the saying goes, if you don't say it, it's zero calories. The shrunken and faded Magnus went crazy showing off his food, opening his mouth wide and burying his head in eating. He ate high-sugar, high-salt, and high-fat calorie bombs, devouring three fried chickens.

After all, no matter what, Space Marines are carbon-based life forms, and no matter how much energy is generated in the subspace of the Geneseed, the law of conservation of energy still applies.

To provide for the daily needs of these super soldiers, most of the Legion's diet consists of high-calorie foods, and they also regularly consume nutritious porridge mixed with active ceramic powder.

That's why Ningjing's crispy fried chicken is so popular in the Legion and even half the Empire. After all, the craving for high-calorie fried foods is a fundamental logic etched into human genes.

The Salamander Legion is the most satisfied among them, and has always been the largest customer of Tranquil Chickens. The second largest customer is White Scar, whose grasslands are particularly suitable for raising chickens, and they have even developed a special unit called Chicken Knight.

Perhaps it was truly due to hunger that Magnus stopped eating after consuming a full eight tons of food, and his muscles ceased to atrophy.

Recalling the strange occurrence of Magnus being forgotten by everyone, Mordred, who was quite sensitive to numbers, had a bold idea.

The verification method was also very simple; Mordred directly used the most basic method—making a phone call!

Yes, you heard right. Due to the proliferation of various illegal broadcasts, there are Divine Seal Spires within the Four Gods' territories. As a result, the Divine Seal Network now contains not only humans, but also demons, evil gods, aliens, and all sorts of ghosts and monsters.

This even led to the creation of many bizarre warp entities, and most of these newborn demons joined the Burning Legion due to their affinity with fel energy.

It sounds abstract, but it's true. In this cesspool of a world, even if you're just hurling insults at each other online, the echoes of its universal ideology will give rise to subspace entities.

Mordred opened BB Boy, clicked on that incredibly valuable group that Vashtor dreamed of joining, and immediately dialed the kobolds' hotline.

As expected, the call was answered instantly.

"Father, I have a question for you. Did you secretly do something to Magnus?"

Upon hearing this, Magnus was shocked, thinking to himself, "As expected of my second brother, he really knows his ways. If our father found out, he'd be beaten to death." The kobold, however, who was enjoying himself, didn't care about that and immediately replied:
"No, my favorite will always be you and the angel, Magnus. That one-eyed sunburned Oglin? He smells like bird feathers. Even if I wanted Dorn, I wouldn't want this Oglin, that worthless thing."

That wretched cursed one! How dare he lie to me! I did the most work, and we agreed the angel would belong to me, but now he's going back on his word…”

Through the dimensional barrier, the god, slumped on the brass throne, saw Mordred looking up at the sky, and also saw the red scarf that Mordred always wore around her neck.

But in the end, he didn't say much. He just continued to rant that the Emperor was a despicable villain and that he should come and join him instead of following the cursed one, as it would only lead to a bad end.

He can fool us, and he can fool you. He's a complete fraud. If you follow him, you'll be betrayed one day.

After giving a few perfunctory words, Mordred hung up the phone, grabbed Magnus, and returned to the Hive Laboratory. Without another word, he immediately started the Exorcism Dead Domain at maximum power.

Watching Mordred bustling around, opening bucket after bucket of peanut butter, Magnus, who had nothing else to do, joined in and helped his good friend unseal the peanut butter.

Out of caution, Mordred also asked, "Little Pony, are you allergic to peanuts?"

Magnus didn't reply, but instead proved it by scooping up a large spoonful of peanut butter, stuffing it into his mouth, and offering his assessment:
"It tastes good, but it's a bit bland. If it were me, I would probably add two more spoonfuls of sugar. Chocolate flavor would also be fine, but I prefer vanilla flavor."

Mordred nodded, then immediately pulled out a jar of vanilla extract and poured it directly into the peanut butter, stirring it well.

If Horus were present, he might have already fled in panic, but Magnus, clearly inexperienced in the harsh realities of life, was still there making judgments and adding his own sweet talk.

Having completed the previous experiment, Mordred had calculated the exact data and no longer used the original procedure. Instead, he gestured for Magnus to come over, saying he had something good for him to experience.

Soon, Mordred brought out the Primarch Dreadnought that had been shown to Corax earlier. However, compared to the original, this Dreadnought was much larger and had a very cool steel throne installed.

However, in Magnus's opinion, the so-called throne looked exactly like a converted refrigerator; he could even see unwashed vegetable leaves inside.

On that so-called throne sat a giant yellow rat that resembled an emperor; it was Zoffy, who had grown to over 1 meter tall.

Peanut butter, Emperor Spirits—Magnus had already guessed what was going to happen, but he still clung to a sliver of hope:

"Second brother, I think I'm all better now. Maybe we should just call it a day. Besides, I've secretly read your lab log. You can't do it alone."

"Shut up. This is a second-generation Dreamwalker. What do you take me for? There's no need to shove my way into your Eye of Magnus. You're obviously an incompetent fool."

It's important to know that the human body is amazing. If you break it down, you can think of it as a tube. That is to say, the process of food going into your mouth is the same as the process of food going into your lower body.

See that big pacifier? In a little while, you'll be sitting on the Frozen Throne that I personally crafted, sucking on this. As for what you said about needing someone, that is indeed a problem.

But don't worry, Second Brother's plans are flawless. Just now, one of our brothers arrived at Ningjing to rest and reorganize the troops. You're in luck!

Magnus wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. God bless him. Which bastard had to come at this time of year?

"who is it?"

"it's me!"

With a loud bang, the laboratory door was kicked open from the outside, and an arrogant figure walked in.

His slightly stubble, wild blond hair, and the knight's greatsword at his waist all exuded heroic qualities, and that touch of dark green alone was enough to calm Magnus down.

"Zhuang Sen, is that you?"

"Haha, of course not!"

He ripped off his cloak, instantly shattering the image of the proud knight lord. The same blond hair, the same stubble, but the sight sent a chill down Magnus's spine:
"Russ, you bastard, when did you get here?"

(End of this chapter)