Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 242 The Rise of the Wolf Clan: I Know the Taste of Blood (Part 4)

Mordred once asked the Emperor which aspect of his biological father he inherited.
Looking at his rebellious son's longing eyes, the emperor hesitated for a long time, but still did not say the words "You have inherited my shamelessness", instead replying "You have inherited my powerful charm".

Mordred said that charm is useless, the strongest army is king, and if you dare to disobey, you can talk to my bomb gun.

And you, you weasel, are so vicious. With just one sentence, you've portrayed all my achievements as a result of using your looks to deceive people. Are you addicted to selling hooks and want me to follow in your footsteps?

Bah! Shameful, utterly shameful! I, Mordred, would rather starve to death or jump off this palace than become a Roman she-wolf who sells her body. Even if Atlas only has 1 men, I will still control the armies of the world.

Normally, the Emperor would have slapped Mordred for subtly undermining him.

On that day, the Emperor not only did not make a move, but stared at Mordred for a long time with a look that Mordred could not understand. The emotions contained in that look were too complex, so complex that Mordred could only see a faint sadness and the helplessness of a middle-aged man.

"You'll understand!"

Mordred responded with a sarcastic remark: "What the hell do you know? What's with that expression? What are those tears? Why are your legs trembling? You don't actually have some kind of dirty secret with Makaka, do you?"

That day, wails echoed from deep within the palace. The guards on duty kept their eyes and noses closed, and it wasn't until three full hours later, at the call of their eternally great Emperor to come and clean the floor, that they finally managed to shovel up that lump of stuff.

Now, Mordred finally understands what the Emperor's gaze meant; this extraordinary charm is truly irresistible!

"Second brother, why do I feel like you're a wicked queen from a fairy tale who manipulates people's hearts? What's that story called again? Right, 'Snow White and the Seven Titans'!"

"If you can't speak properly, then shut up. That fairy tale is clearly about Snow White and the Seven Space Men. Now we're in the same boat. When I was playing the coward, you were too. If you dare to tell anyone, we'll both die together."

Upon hearing this, Ruth retorted, "That sycophant and manipulative fellow is Dorne. What does that have to do with me, Ruth?"
"What a coincidence, that traitor who betrayed his country and turned to another is not me, Mordred, but Zhuang Sen!"

The two men exchanged a glance and burst into arrogant laughter. As for whether Dorn and Johnson knew they were being stigmatized, they didn't care.

This is the Cretaceous period. Not to mention those two unfortunate brothers, even the human race had not yet been born. They were probably just little mice digging for food in the soil. The human-giant rat theory belongs to that period.

After the previous brainwashing and corruption, Mei Yangyang has completely become a patient with paranoia and has accepted her two dog sons, but even so, she has never taken off the collars around their necks.

According to her, the bracelet is the bond that maintains the relationship between her and her son.

In response, the two brothers said that there was no need for further words, as they were family. They added that when their brother grew old, they would bring him a variety of precious spices, such as cumin, cinnamon, and star anise, to show their filial piety.

Thus, the two successfully gained the right to act expediently and took on the task of developing a small group, which can be described as going smoothly all the way.

However, upon returning to the Kra 2, Mordred was immediately greeted by a grotesque figure kneeling in the corner, exuding an aura of cowardice that completely ruined their good mood.

“Godda, stand up straight! You’re my henchman now, so straighten your back, you hear me? If I ever see you kneeling down again, I’ll break your legs.”

"Yes, boss. But..."

“There are no buts.” Grabbing the diminutive werewolf by the scruff of his neck, Modrid dragged him onto the high platform. Below, a pack of wolves was frantically hammering screws; if he let go, he would fall into the machine and be ground into mincemeat.

"Do you see? Your people are suffering. They have worked so hard, but they can't even get a full meal. They are like pigs, without even the most basic dignity."

Day after day, year after year, you will eventually end your meaningless lives in hunger, exhaustion, or even organ failure. Who will remember? Who will care?
It's just another piece of rotten meat, skinned and gutted, thrown into a blender to become feed for you.

Looking at the figure in front of him, who was clearly shorter than himself but incredibly imposing, Golda couldn't understand what Mordred was saying at all. He could only grip the strong, powerful dog paw tightly, afraid that he would fall.

It's only natural for sheep to eat wolves. Now that the sheep have stopped eating us and given us a chance to live, we should be grateful.

This was not just Gotha's idea; it was the shared view of countless wolf packs, born from 800 years of servitude.

Have you ever eaten meat?

"what?"

Ruth's voice came from the right. His black and white fur was smooth and silky. Even though he had admitted that he was a dog called a husky, his emerald green eyes made him look more like a wolf than Golda, the werewolf.

Gotha felt fear, and his tail involuntarily tucked in. Then, a pair of strong, powerful paws reached out and pinched his muzzle hard.

"You've never eaten meat, or even seen blood, but I have, and not only have I seen it, I've also drunk it."

That was my first hunt. A monster called a dire wolf wanted to kill me, but I didn't want to die, so I killed it, ate its flesh and drank its blood, and used everything it had to sustain me.

I will never forget the feeling of that scarlet liquid flowing down my throat. From that moment on, I became a wolf, while you, though a wolf in form, possessed not a trace of its wildness.

So, do you want to eat meat?

The eyes are the windows to the soul. Gotha was still afraid, but he saw the anger in Mordred and Ruth's eyes, not anger at his inability to answer, but an emotion that Gotha could not understand.

"I, I don't want to die."

"Fine, since you don't want to die, then prove it to us."

A tremendous force struck, and Gotha was uncontrollably thrown back onto the platform. He crouched down, wanting to kneel again. This was the survival strategy taught to him by his elders: as long as they knelt down to show submission, they could live.

But for some reason, that look appeared in Gotha's mind. He still didn't understand. He just wanted to live. What was wrong with that?

Yes, as long as there is life, survival is always the first priority. Driven by instinct, his knees gradually bent, getting closer and closer to the ground. At this moment, Gotha seemed to understand something. His eyes were not filled with anger, but with indifference, so indifferent that he was unwilling to even grant the necessary emotion of anger.

He saw it all. He saw countless wolves being skinned alive and stuffed with grass. He saw them leaving the grasslands that had nurtured them and being thrown into this dark and hopeless world.

"No, this shouldn't be happening. We haven't done anything wrong, so why are we being treated like this? We just want to survive!"

Powerlessness fueled his anger. Gotha wanted to stand up, but he couldn't. He could only watch as his knees got closer and closer to the ground.

Perhaps this spark, which should never have been ignited, will be extinguished, just like the future of the wolf pack being enslaved for eternity.

But fate is a strange thing; a dog's leg came flying through the air and kicked Gotha hard, breaking his leg and causing him to fall to the ground with his mouth agape and eyes closed.

"Damn it, I already told you, if I see you kneeling again, I'll break your dog leg. You still dare to cry? You better hold back your tears, or I'll break your other dog leg."

Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face, but the bump revealed a smiling face. Unfortunately, before the corners of his mouth could even turn up, the excruciating pain tore it into a bizarre shape of both crying and laughing, turning him into a man with his mouth open and eyes closed.

After all, Mordred is a woman of her word and she really does resort to underhanded tactics.

"Boss, I want to eat meat. I want to become a peerless werewolf like you guys."

"Oh, this kid's finally figured it out. But you're wrong. Boss, I'm not some werewolf. According to biological analysis, my brother and I are dogs, canine people!"

In this era where wolves and dogs are indistinguishable, Godard couldn't tell the difference between a wolf and a dog. Otherwise, he would know that to distinguish between a wolf and a dog, you should first look at their tails.

A wolf is one that shakes slowly, while a dog is one that shakes too fast. A wolf is one that bends, while a dog is one that droops straight. Next, look at the forehead: a wolf is one with a flat, concave back, while a dog is one with a round, bulging front.

Fortunately, Gotha's parents died young, probably turned into animal feed and eaten. In Gotham, he could be paired with Batman, since there's no family to kill and no one to choose.

"Good lad, since you want to eat meat, I'll grant your wish. You're as skinny as a stick now, this is a good opportunity for you to nourish your body."

Thanks to the advanced technology of the Sheep Empire, Gotha's hound legs were quickly healed after using a spray similar to a regenerative gel. The only cost was a rise in body temperature and hunger caused by rapid cell division.

However, since Mordred had promised him meat, he would never go back on his word. He pulled out the list of guards and let the young man choose a lucky number.

Unaware of the problem, Gotha glanced at Mordred, then at Ruth with a wicked grin, and finally chose what he thought was a better number—eight.

"Boss, are you choosing meat? Do you need me to help you cook it?"

"No need. You'll understand in a moment," Russ waved his hand in refusal, while sharpening his knife and saying, "You're lucky today, kid. My brother and I haven't eaten meat for days. We've been eating grass every day. It's so rare for us to have a meaty meal, and you just happened to be here."

Meanwhile, Mordred, standing to the side, pulled out all sorts of spices he had collected and discussed with Ruth where to get some sesame paste.

But Ruth didn't take Mordred's advice. Instead, she said, "You're a heretic. What the hell is sesame paste? Shouldn't it be oil sauce?"

"Bullshit, you're the heretic, sesame sauce is the orthodox one."

"Get lost, oil-based dishes are the best, shut up, you heretic."

In the end, neither of them convinced the other, and they both looked towards Gotha, who was serving as a backdrop:

"Kid, you choose one. If you get it wrong, I'll break your legs."

"Why are you looking at me? It can break your dog's legs, but I can't?"

In that moment, to save his own legitimacy, Gotha, in a moment of quick thinking, chose "or" from the yes or no options.

"Then why not have them both? I want to try both."

"..."

"Good idea, you're quite greedy, but I like it!" ×2
Not long after, a sheep guard arrived at the governor's gate. Before he even knocked, he heard someone inside saying something like, "Don't be nervous, it's normal the first time. Just bear with it and it will pass. You'll be having an amazing time soon."

These lewd words made the guards frown subconsciously, realizing that the empire had indeed become corrupt; a slave was a slave, even if he got lucky.

After knocking on the door a few times and hearing no more unusual noises from inside, the guard decisively pushed the door open and went in.

Then he saw a small wolf clansman holding a blaster gun, and the dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at his forehead.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, a life was extinguished, and the beast that had been dormant for so long within that small body finally awoke.

“┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~”

"Shut up, you're trying to call back your soul! Come over here and help, or you won't even get to eat a bone."

"Quickly, get the pot boiling water!"

(End of this chapter)