Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 238 Green Grassland
Light is the bond that strangles generation after generation.

Ruth felt like she was going to die, like her whole body was being stretched into a noodle and then shoved into the juicer to spin wildly.

Mordred, standing next to him, wasn't having an easy time either. He felt like a juicer, being forcefully filled with a huge lump of dough, which was about to overflow.

"Mordred, how much longer? I can't hold on much longer!"

"Shut up, ugh~ How was I supposed to know this would happen? You absolutely mustn't fall asleep! Ruth, Ruth?"

In her last moments of consciousness, Mordred poked her head out and bit down hard on Russ's head before falling into a coma.

Cold, shaking...

The Fenris winds were as cold as ever, and no one would choose to go out in such harsh conditions, not even a Primarch.

Inside the snow cave, a small, thin figure huddled together for warmth with his brothers and sisters.

The extremely harsh environment has created Fenris' unique biological system. Whenever a storm comes, the wolf pack will dig burrows in the ground and use their thick fur to withstand the cold winter and protect the cubs.

Larger wolf packs will continue to dig, using heat to attract small animals such as snowshoe hares, and some packs will even use fishing.

This is clearly beyond the intelligence of ordinary wild beasts, but Fenris is such a magical world, after all, the boundary between humans and wolves is not so clear here.

Russ spent his childhood with wolves, and he even had a wolf mother and two wolf brothers. In fact, he is the most fitting protagonist of the Roman she-wolf story.

Because he had no fur, Ruth was always kept in the middle by his mother wolf cubs for warmth, giving the best spot to this special cub.

Whether human or animal, maternal love is always the greatest. But for Ruth today, this maternal love may be a little too heavy, making him feel suffocated.

This made Ruth desperately want to stick his head out, but no matter how he tried to pull it out, he couldn't. In fact, the more he pulled, the tighter it became.

Ruth, who was already feeling suffocated, began to flail his limbs wildly and tried to pull his head out by using his hands. But as he pulled, Ruth suddenly realized a problem.

Wait, didn't I come with Mordred? How did I end up back in my childhood?

Startled awake, Ruth opened his eyes and saw a tongue pressed against his nostril. Through the gaps in his teeth, he could see the grass outside and faintly hear snoring.

"..."

"Mordred, what are you doing? Wake up, you're biting my head."

Ruth's calls were ineffective, since Mordred had his entire head in her mouth and he could barely open his mouth, so he could only hum and snort, which was even less loud than his snores.

To make matters worse, Ruth suddenly realized that she could see her own nose, right up against Mordred's throat.

Thinking back to the precautions Mordred had mentioned to him, Ruth, after calming down, decided that he should no longer be human.

If he's not human, so be it. The most important thing now is to figure out how to get this bastard off my head.

Through his teeth, Ruth saw a rock nearby and, without hesitation, raised his head and rammed it into it.

With a crisp snap, two rows of sharp teeth closed instantly, biting through Ruth's neck on the spot.

Looking at the headless corpse in front of him, Mordred, who had just woken up, was completely bewildered, and then realized that something seemed to be stuffed in his mouth.

"Who am I? Where am I? What just happened? No, Ruth!"

Realizing something was terribly wrong, Mordred stretched out his claws, hooked the severed skull, and pulled it off his teeth.

Looking at the dog's head in his hand, its eyes wide open and two large holes spitting blood, Mordred was stunned. He quickly shoved the thing into the headless corpse.

Fortunately, both of them were projections; otherwise, the title of "Headless Senior Sister" would have gone to Ruth.

Sure enough, as soon as the head was reattached, the bewildered Ruth returned to normal and immediately unleashed a torrent of abuse at Mordred:
"Pah! This is what you call reliable? I almost believed you! You nearly bit me to death. No, I've already been bitten to death once."

"Why are you yelling so loudly? If you weren't already at your breaking point, why would I resort to such a desperate measure? It's all because you're so weak."

But then again, I was right, you really did turn into a dog.

"Bullshit! You're the dog, I'm the wolf!"

Mordred hates it when people question his academic abilities, and in his opinion, the animal Ruth has transformed into is definitely not a wolf.

In comparison, Horus's beautiful white fur makes him a wolf. As for Horus's current creature type, Mordred is 100% sure it's a dog, especially with its black and white coloring. He's all too familiar with it; it's a Siberian Husky.

Having learned from her previous experiences, Mordred has also figured out some patterns: the projected images are mostly related to personality.

Khan is a horse or donkey, symbolizing free running; Horus is a wolf, symbolizing ambition and conquest, while Rus is a husky, symbolizing cunning under disguise.

Based on this pattern, Zhuang Sen should be an old man who likes to exhale, while Fugrim should be a flamboyant peacock, or perhaps a phoenix?
Mordred wasn't sure if phoenixes existed in biology, but he was certain that Luo Jia was a small weasel, since she looked exactly like Makara.

As his thoughts wandered, Morey suddenly realized a terrifying truth: none of his entire family, from top to bottom, were human; they were all animals, born into a family of animals.

Seeing that Ruth was still spouting nonsense to prove he was a wolf and not a dog, Mordred slapped him across the face.

"Stop arguing. If I'm not mistaken, we've already traveled to the future through Magnus's dream. Judging from our surroundings, we're very likely in some barbaric world within the Empire."

Be careful in a bit. Remember, we're not human anymore. Although we're not easy to kill, don't attract too much attention. You have to know when to back down.

"Especially, don't let people mistake us for aliens!" "Hmm, that makes sense!" Ruth shrank back conscientiously and began to walk on all fours. With his appearance and demeanor, no one would realize that he was actually a person.

Since it wasn't its original form that came, Mordred couldn't use the gadgets in its four-dimensional chrysanthemum. But even if it turned into a dog, it would still be a super dog with astonishing intelligence.

After discussing it with Ruth, they decided that the most important thing for them now was to confirm their location and make contact with their own legion. It was nighttime, so Master Mo used astrological calibration, while Ruth chose to use psionic energy.

However, ten minutes later, the two met again, having returned empty-handed, and both realized that things were in serious trouble.

"Russ, this isn't even within the Empire. What did you discover in the warp?"

"Nothing found. This warp is completely different from what I remember, or rather, it's a bit too peaceful, you see."

Following Lemanrus's hand, a fireball was burning fiercely in his hand. Mordred did not feel any warp pollution, as if the septic tank had been instantly cleared.

Perhaps thinking of something, Mordred instantly slumped down:
"Now we have two pieces of good news and one piece of bad news. Which would you like to hear first?"

"Since there are two pieces of good news, let's hear the good news first."

"The first piece of good news is that we won't be treated like aliens and beaten up by our own troops anymore."

The second piece of good news is that we're currently in projection mode, so even if we die, it won't cause too much damage to our original bodies. With proper care, we can recover in a few years.

"What about the bad news?"

Mordred patted the meadow next to him, gesturing for his good friend to come closer:
"The bad news is that we're now estimated, possibly, maybe, we've arrived in the Cretaceous period! To be precise, it should be before the War of Heaven. At this time, the warp can be described as a paradise, just like a fucking fairy tale!"

The wolf king was puzzled, thinking that this should also be good news. You said it was a fairy tale world, so even if we can't solve Magnus's problem, it's not a wasted trip.

After fighting for so many years, it wouldn't hurt to give myself a short break; it's time to enjoy myself. The only thing that could catch Russ's attention was that so-called War of Heaven.

"So, according to you, the bad news refers to the War of Heaven."

Don't worry, I just tried it. Even if I turned into a dog, no, I mean a wolf, one punch from me would shatter this rock into dust.

"It's just a battle in heaven, isn't it? Even if they hadn't fought, brother, I could still crush them all."

Upon hearing this, Mordred, who was leaning against the rock, was so angry she laughed. "You can't even be discreet about the occasion when you're bragging!"
"Brother, are you sure?"
Let me put it this way: in this era, Primarchs are as common as dogs, and Emperors are everywhere. Unless you have the combat power of a Space Marine, you're not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

You've met that orc emperor, haven't you?

Ruth still thought Mordred was bragging. So what if he was the orc emperor? He was still turned into Horus's living vessel by his father.

"What if I said that even a 10-meter-tall green giant would be cannon fodder nowadays? What would you do then?"

"Oh, this was just a joke!"

Mordred jumped up and patted Ruth's head, admonishing, "Young man, don't be so hot-blooded."

But you're right, this godforsaken place is just a place we'll stay in for a few years and then go back. We'll treat it as a vacation.

Hey, I'm talking to you, did you hear me? Why are your legs kneeling down?

Looking at Russ, who was standing in front of him with his tail between his legs, frantically giving him meaningful glances, and the huge shadow looming over him, Mordred sighed, his sharp claws instantly extending as he turned and stabbed at him.

With a crisp crack, Mordred's fingernails, which were as hard as carbon steel, shattered instantly. At that moment, with the help of the moonlight, he finally saw the three four-meter-tall behemoths.

On its fleshy head stood a pair of towering horns, and the cotton-white down could not conceal the bulging, powerful muscles below. A golden bell was also worn around its neck.

The one on the right was even more terrifying, larger and stronger than the one in front of Mordred. Beneath its dark brown skin was a terrifying body with a metallic sheen, and it had a blue armband on its right arm.

As for the one on the left, although he looks ordinary, the layers of pink ribbons wrapped around his ram horns tell him he's a formidable character.

In this situation, Mordred did not hesitate at all; his knees buckled and he immediately knelt down.
"My lord, spare my life! Logically speaking, a harpy dog ​​of my rank shouldn't be breathing on you."

"I, Zhuang Sen, have spent half my life wandering without encountering a wise ruler. Today, seeing these three valiant men, I feel incredibly fortunate. If you are not averse to me, may my brother and I follow them?"

It's no wonder Mordred was so quick to back down; those three goat-headed monsters were terrifying, at least Primarch-level powerhouses. Ruth, standing next to him, knelt down even faster than him.

However, Mordred's long string of gibberish went completely unnoticed by the other party, who instead began a secret conversation, though Mordred somehow understood this language.

"Hey Pleasant Goat, could these two be wolves? They look pretty cute."

"I don't know."

"Why worry about so much? If you like them, Pleasant Goat, I'll catch them and make soup for you right now."

"Boiling Sheep, I didn't ask you."

"..."

"Second brother, what are they saying?"

"It's nothing, I just mean I'm going to take you to make soup."

(End of this chapter)