Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 239 The Rise of the Wolf Clan (Part 1)

Ruth admitted that what she had said earlier was indeed a bit offensive.

Let alone overpowering everyone, just one punch from that fist, thicker than his own body, would be enough to make him die within seven days.

Fortunately, the two brothers escaped being boiled into soup, not for any other reason than Mordred's ability to speak a foreign language.

Learning a foreign language is great! You should learn a foreign language!

At this moment, Ruth was incredibly grateful to his father for giving him a super brain that allowed him to learn the dog-human language in just three hours.

As soon as he could understand what was being said, Ruth immediately knelt down, doing so with remarkable speed and efficiency.

Moreover, like Mordred, Ruth also gave himself a new identity: the lowly dog ​​Dorne. What does that have to do with me, Leman Ruth?
However, although they escaped being boiled into soup, the terrifying goat-headed monsters did not let them go. Instead, they captured them and kept them as pets, taking them directly onto the spaceship.

"My lady, do you think this pressure is appropriate?"

"Indeed, it seems you are right, your skills are indeed quite good."

"Oh, sir, you jest. Our dog-people have been loyal and virtuous for generations. My respect for you is like the surging river, never-ending! I am certainly not one of those who whine and bark."

Mordred, who was standing on a stool massaging Pleasant Goat, stood up. Although he was a dog, he had a very human-like fawning smile on his face.

Meanwhile, Ruth also stood up, massaging the legs and back of the terrifying, muscular ram with utmost flattery.

"To tell you the truth, my ancestors were all cattle herders. I am a true cattle dog and even served as a tax collector. My brother Dorn, on the other hand, was a sled driver and a policeman."

Although we are not as good as you, sir, don't underestimate us just because we are small. We know a lot, and we can never repay your kindness in this lifetime.

"Our skill, which we brothers learned in the Comoros, is guaranteed to be high-quality. Enjoy it! Dorn, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and wax the horns; they're not shining anymore."

Ruth had never suffered such injustice before. He picked up the wax and began to rub it in, applying it with utmost care and dedication.

Life is tough, so dogs perform for a living. After all, survival is the first priority, and there's nothing shameful about it!
Looking at the two lackeys, Mei Yangyang didn't say much. As one of the new generation of strong sheep, she was good at using spiritual energy and could sense that this strange creature who called himself Zhuang Sen was indeed not lying.

He truly believed himself to be a creature called a dog, and his experience studying in Comoros was not a lie. In fact, Mei Yangyang even learned from another somewhat dim-witted dog-person that they had come here through a journey through the Sea of ​​Souls.

As for why these two little creatures resemble wolves, according to them, the canines were created by a creator known as the Ancient Saint, and it is very likely that they borrowed the genetic sequence of wolves.

This explanation cannot be proven, since many life forms originated from the ancient saints, and no one knows exactly how many races they spread; perhaps even they themselves were unaware.

But none of that matters. What truly saved the two from being boiled into soup was that the empire didn't care.

Compared to the Sheep Clan Empire, which spans multiple star systems, the so-called Wolf Clan is nothing more than an indigenous species born in this garden world.

For this backward race that has not yet left its home planet and is under a feudal system, their fate can only be to be used as slaves and expendable resources for the empire, and to be put into factories to work until they die.

After all, for the Sheep Empire, which reveres military might, the Wolf Clan, a small race that only hunts rabbits on the grasslands, is not even fit to be cannon fodder. They have been enslaved by the Empire for nearly 800 years.

In Mei Yangyang's view, their trip out for training was just to accumulate merits. Once the time was up, they would return to the empire and become a rising star.

As for these two little things, Mei Yangyang doesn't mind keeping two servants. After all, in terms of appearance, Zhuang Sen and Duon are very much in line with her aesthetic. Most importantly, they speak very nicely, unlike Fei Yangyang, that brainless idiot.

According to Pleasant Goat, these creatures who call themselves dog-people are a highly domesticated race, born to be servants, and can be used as mouthpieces to manage slaves.

Looking at her own glittering horns in the mirror, Mei Yangyang was in a great mood and felt that it was well worth keeping the two little ones.

"That's enough, you two can leave! These two pelts are yours, at least put on some clothes and don't embarrass me. Remember your mission, the Empire doesn't tolerate idlers. This is your test. I especially like what you said, this is a test for both of you, don't let me down!"

Upon hearing this, Mordred and Ruth immediately stood at attention, respectfully accepted the two wolf pelts, and waved their arms, shouting:
"Hey ha, I haven't let you down!" ×2
"Haha, not bad. In that case, let's bring this along."

In the blink of an eye, before the two could react, two collars were firmly fastened around their necks.

…………

As soon as Ruth entered his house after leaving the consul, he ripped off the wolf skin he was wearing:

"Damn it, I can't live like this anymore, Second Brother. Why do I feel like we've become his lackeys?"

Mordred, who had also torn off his wolf skin, replied, "Nonsense, do you think we're not lackeys? I saw how seriously you were waxing it just now."

"Bullshit, I was forced to do it, and you even gave her a massage! You're the lackey."

The two brothers exchanged a glance and cursed their bad luck. After this period of investigation, they both realized one thing: they were simply no match for the enemy, or rather, they couldn't even escape.

This so-called Sheep Clan is not a disorganized mob, but a genuine interstellar empire, whose martial virtue surpasses even that of the human empire.

Although we're not in the kind of era where everyone's worse off is going to be, the Warp is still a fairytale world.

With their current strength, which is barely enough to defeat a Space Marine, it's not like you can just fight back whenever you want; they simply don't have the strength.

"Then what should we do?"

"What should we do? Of course, we'll just have to take it one step at a time. Let's go see what this so-called wolf clan is like."

Without hesitation, the two brothers took their appointment letters and went to report for duty, relying on the identification codes on their bodies. Compared to the three terrifying monster sheep, the sheep official who received them seemed much more normal.

"You two are the two strange servants His Highness recently took in, right?"

"Yes, yes, may I ask your honorable name, sir?"

An official, chewing on some kind of cardamom, waved his hand, indicating that he dared not address himself as "sir." He said, "Since you two are His Highness's servants, you are part of the Empire. From now on, you will be the planetary governors of Satellite 2."

Even so, the two could sense the sheep soldier's gloating, which was strange, but it was this feeling that left Mordred and Ruth completely baffled.

Before long, two sets of uniforms with ram's horn markings were distributed to the two men, along with a small device resembling a terminal and even two small handguns.

They received their equipment in a daze, and were then stuffed into a landing craft in a daze. That's how the two of them became the so-called planetary governors in a daze.

"Second Brother, we've been promoted already? Don't you think it's a bit rushed?"

"I think so too, and I also have a strange sense of déjà vu."

Sure enough, as the landing craft landed and arrived at the so-called second satellite, Mordred's terminal lit up instantly. There was only one task on it: to ensure the operation of the industrial zone.

But as they read on, the two of them came to their senses:

"Damn, isn't this an eleventh tax? And it's even with more quantity but no price increase, so it's ten percent tax!"

(End of this chapter)