Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 237 Feels Inferior to Horus

No matter when or where, Lemanrus is always considered a potential candidate, as if he were the second-best martial artist in the world, and everyone would have to say something about him.

If we were to rank the Primarchs according to their obsession with the Emperor, Horus would definitely be at the top, Mordred would be last, and Narus would at least be in the top few.

Like the Khan, the Wolf King knew perfectly well that the Empire was a cesspool. Even if he didn't eat shit like Dorn and Magnus, he understood the undercurrents swirling behind the Warp.

Speaking of the Wolf King, one can't help but think of another Golden Lion King. One is a clever man disguised as a savage, while the other is a savage pretending to be a civilized man.

After witnessing the state of the empire, Rus did not wander outside the empire like Chagatai. Instead, he firmly believed in the idea that wherever his father looked, he looked, and no matter what you did, what his father said was right.

The Emperor wanted the Space Wolves to become a military police force, so Narus trained the Sixth Legion to be the spearhead of internal operations. He also had a good relationship with Macardo in private, and he was clearly a shrewd man who knew how to play dumb.

Thanks to the husky's destructive nature, Space Wolf has lived a very comfortable life for decades, sending all sorts of junk and scrap to Atlas, which then turns around and exchanges it for military supplies.

With the infrastructure previously built by Atlas gradually coming into play, the Fenris have also benefited from the version update, enabling them to ensure basic self-sufficiency.

This is why everyone gets along with Mordred; after all, the Emperor only makes empty promises, but Mordred is the real deal!
Upon hearing the call, Ruth came over without saying a word, without even taking off his armor. He then saw Magnus strapped to the operating table, his body covered in a dense network of tubes.

"So, the current situation is that this red-skinned Oglin is sick, and I need to go inside his head with you, Second Brother, to find out the cause, right?"

“That’s right! That’s exactly what I mean.” Mordred explained, “For reasons that cannot be stated, I suspect that Pony has been set up, and not in the present, but in the future or the past.”

It sounds like a tongue twister, but Ruth clearly understood it. After all, Wolf King wasn't an old-fashioned guy like Zhuang Sen. He also liked to watch TV series and anime in his spare time, and his favorite was "Cardcaptor Sakura".

A tiger in the heart, yet a rose in the hand; even a primordial being is human, so having a few hobbies is perfectly reasonable. The archangel even enjoys knitting in his spare time.

But understanding doesn't mean comprehending. Looking at the extremely haphazard and bizarre device before him—which, though called a medical facility, resembled more of a green-skinned creation—Ruth still asked one more question:
"Are you sure this is reliable? And I understand the logic, but why is this yellow rat so big?"

When the big guy in front of him called him a yellow-skinned rat, Zoffy pouted. Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain. I'm so sorry I didn't satisfy the Wolf King!

"Don't worry! Don't let my creation fool you, it's very reliable. This is the second generation of Dreamwalker, and its inspiration comes from the Golden Throne."

Don't be fooled by its pitifully low power; it's a kind of internal energy that, with the deep resonance between Zoffy and the weasel, allows our consciousness to enter the dream dimension.

"Then we'll make a second leap from the dream dimension, and then use the instability of subspace for hyperspace displacement. As long as the sacrifice goes smoothly, we can successfully reach the exact coordinates. Do you understand?"

Seeing the two staring at her blankly, Mordred couldn't help but sigh, indicating that they wouldn't understand even if she said more. Ruth, aren't you scared? I feel like you're not as good as Horus!
"I'm not as good as him? Are you kidding me? Today I'll see what's going on."

Ruth believed himself to be incredibly strong, capable of easily defeating at least 80% of Primarchs, and coincidentally, almost every Primarch thought so. He disliked it most when others told him he was incapable.

But Magnus objected again, "What do you mean by sacrifice? You didn't say that before."

In response, Mordred said, "You'd better shut up and bend over properly. Find a comfortable position to lie down, or you won't be sucking on a pacifier anymore. You don't want your Eye of Magnus to get critically hit, do you?"

"..."

"Um, I was just kidding. You guys continue, don't mind me."

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. As a scientific researcher, Mordred is meticulous. She first made Ruth bathe, change clothes, and remove his armor, and then took out the Emperor figurine to burn incense and make offerings.

Even Magnus was heavily edited 13 times; it's only because his skin was red that he was covered in such a muscular pink.

However, before leaving, Mordred still gave him some instructions:
"Russ, you might experience a little change in a bit, but don't worry, it's all normal."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't ask anymore, you'll find out when the time comes. Speaking of which, I'm quite curious about what you'll become."

As for the rest, you guys should first let your own legions know you're safe and sound, and send someone over to keep an eye on the three of us. Remember to pick a reliable person; I've got enough people on my side, none of them are reliable.” Second Brother was indeed thoughtful. After communicating with the legions, it wasn't long before three figures arrived before everyone.

The tallest one is Tom, who grinned foolishly when he saw Mordred and proudly introduced his collection to his friends.

Next up was Ahriman, who looked proud upon seeing the three Primarchs, but his eyes kept darting around the laboratory.

The last Space Wolf was quite young, but the insignia on his body indicated that he should be a Wolf Guard, carrying two large cases of beer, and his name was Bjorn.

After confirming that these were indeed the two's most reliable offspring, Mordred had nothing to say. He sighed inwardly that the empire was doomed sooner or later, but in the end he accepted the fact and gestured for the three little ones to come over.

Without any hesitation, among the three cups—small, medium, and large—Modred directly pressed down the youngest, Bjorn, and began explaining the precautions.

As for the remaining two, they weren't spared either. Poor kids, not very bright, but they're strong enough to be security guards.

Everything was ready except for the final push. At 13:13 in the afternoon, Mordred and Lemanrus, who were already prepared, gave Magnus an OK sign, and then Bjorn pulled the red lever.

In an instant, fine, dazzling golden lightning flashed in the laboratory, carrying the two people's consciousness projections and transforming them into a golden drill, which slammed into Magnus's waist.

Unaware that Magnus, dazed from drinking the Nukelin flaxseed, was seeing Mordred's red scarf shimmering as they walked through their dreams, Magnus was oblivious.

Seeing that their father didn't move at all, the three kids exchanged glances, one took out a beer, one took out snacks, and the other took out fruit.

How about a game of Gwent?

"Good! That's exactly what I was thinking."

"That's right, that's right!"

Meanwhile, the god on the brass throne rose to his feet amidst the cheers of 88888 bloodthirsty demons.

Endless crimson flames erupted from the Demon Realm, completely silencing the echoes of the tranquil world within the Sea of ​​Souls.

The four gods are definitely not a monolithic entity. As eras change, whenever one evil god becomes powerful, the others will frantically try to trip him up.

But in this era of constant warfare, Khorne's power is arguably the strongest among the four gods, and the kobolds' movements instantly attracted the attention of the other big shots.

The delicious emotions brought by Atlas have become a hot commodity in the hands of the four gods. They will absolutely not allow the kobolds to devour it all. This is no ordinary act of protecting food; they must deal a heavy blow.

But this time was different. When the three demon armies in the Eternal Holy War turned their guns around, the Khorne demon army did not flinch at all. Instead, they launched a full-scale attack on the main bases of the three demon realms.

The Crystal Maze, Nurgle Garden, and the Silver Palace of the Sixth Ring are all filled with frenzied red-skinned lizards attacking relentlessly. Even Khorne himself has left the Demon Realm and is blocking the entrance to the Crystal Maze.

If you're wondering why the kobolds chose to block Tzeentch instead of going anywhere else, you can only say that the Blue Slime has such a terrible reputation that only the Deceiver can be ranked above it.

Looking at the chessboard, which was now in complete chaos, the Emperor, holding the black pieces, remained unmoved, prompting Macado to nod repeatedly in approval.

As expected of the emperor I swore allegiance to, he died in the Himalayas without changing his expression. Only a king like him is worthy of my loyalty!

However, before Makado could feel good for long, the Emperor suddenly had a seizure, rolling his eyes and shouting "YES," while his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, as if he were seriously ill.

Left with no other choice, Macardo could only helplessly pull out his scepter and smash it down on the Emperor's head, cursing as he did so:

"Your Majesty, wake up! Swallow your saliva back!"

(End of this chapter)