Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 244 The Rise of the Wolf Clan: Father's Kindness and Filial Piety (Part Six)
As we all know, the hardest part of an RPG game is always the initial leveling stage.

Without a family fortune, you have to be extremely careful in everything you do, and your ability to withstand risks is really poor. Only when you have a lot of money will you say something as ridiculous as renting out your idle properties to collect rent.

This event is briefly recorded in Holy Terra. The human empire, which broke out of the solar system, took only a little over a century to conquer most of the galaxy, while the Terra unification war lasted a full 700 years.

Of course, the main reason for this is that the monsters and monsters on Terra are too overpowered; any one of them could be a mini-boss at the end of a level.

However, if they hadn't built up a foundation, then when the human empire faced Randan, the consequences might not have been as simple as the Dark Angels inflicting heavy losses and the destruction of 16 habitable sectors.

What can you do in 30 years? The great warlord Horus might stroke his gold ring and launch into a long monologue, but for Mordred and Rus, who have completely let loose and are fully immersed in simulation management games, there are far too many things they can do in 30 years.

In just 30 years, thanks to the ultra-high production efficiency of intelligent machinery, the entire Kra 2 was completely hollowed out, and more and more biochemical modification factories sprang up, spewing out powerful werewolves like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Above the transformed starport, eight main warships bearing the mark of wolf claws hovered in the sky, along with countless other ships of various sizes.

We have no shortage of weapons and ships, and a sufficient reserve of personnel, all thanks to our two most sage teachers.

The great sage, both cunning and wise, used his supreme wisdom to enlighten the wolf pack, granting them strong bodies and leading them onto the path of glory.

The two sages were both wise and cunning, possessing exceptional literary and military talents. They bestowed upon the wolves extraordinary wisdom, guiding them to shed their savagery and learn the ways of spiritual power.

Dodging the oncoming battle axe, the 3-meter-tall giant werewolf's eyes gleamed with ferocity. His greatsword danced up and down, forcing his opponent to retreat repeatedly. Then, a handful of sand was thrown into the air and aimed straight at the opponent's throat.

The outcome was decided, and endless cheers immediately erupted around them, chanting the name of Gotha.

With 88 wins in 88 battles, Gotha, who fought the entire match, won the title of First Wolf and became the undisputed champion of the Legion during the glorious Mark Gora ceremony.

Looking at the two sages seated on the bronze throne, Gotha stood tall and proud. Eighty-eight victories meant he could climb eighty-eight steps and obtain the surname closest to the sage from among the eighty-eight surnames of the Great Sage.

In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second. The wolf clan was once enslaved because of its cowardice, but now the wolf clan can only gain glory by proving itself through courage.

Seven clans have been established, and each clan leader is a racial powerhouse who has fought at least 80 matches in the Magora. They are not ranked in any particular order, but their honors are of varying degrees.

Looking at the weak werewolf who had grown from being barely taller than himself to the now-grown Goldar kneeling before him, Mordred's dog-like face showed satisfaction. He took out a red scarf symbolizing adulthood and offered his blessings.

“My child, I have watched you grow up day by day. Through 30 years of wind and rain, you have proven yourself with courage and wisdom.”

The lush pastures are the direction of home. We are not slaves, nor are we pigs to be bullied. The brave are fearless and have no regrets!
Only courage is the werewolf's eternal anthem! Only wisdom endures forever!

Today you come of age and become the chieftain of the Wayne clan. This is both an honor and a responsibility; you will become a Warmaster! Lead the wolf pack to greatness, and never fail the expectations of any clan. Now, raise your head and speak your name.

"My name is Gotha Wayne. Goodbye, my weakness!"

Over a full 30 years, even a dog would develop a bond. Looking at Goda, who had grown into a wolf, the two brothers exchanged a glance and recalled the effort they had put into raising the boy over the years, every punch and kick they had wielded.

Gotha lived up to expectations, successfully passing the written test with his essay "My Two Wise Teachers," and went on to win 88 consecutive duels to claim the chieftainship. To celebrate the birth of the last chieftain and Gotha's promotion to Warmaster, a grand banquet was held in this foreign land of Kra 2.

It was no longer that unpalatable pig feed, nor was it feed made from the corpses of its own kind. It was real food, meat, fresh mutton just transported from the capital of the Sheep Clan Empire.

But good times are always short-lived, and the real challenge is about to begin. However, Mordred believes that victory will surely belong to the wolves.

After receiving signals from Mordred and Ruth, Pleasant Goat, who had been preparing for a long time, did not hesitate and immediately cut off all communication connections with the surrounding world.

"Father, if you cannot make the empire great again, if you cannot even distinguish between loyalty and treachery, then let the empire burn fiercely!"

In the capital of this sheep empire, a rebellion is unfolding. Princess Pretty Sheep, the 16th princess of the sheep emperor, begins her struggle for justice!

Amidst the roar of cannons and the cries of slaves, the once invincible Sheep Clan Empire was instantly engulfed by the flames of war.

On the flagship named Eternal Empire, the sheep emperor, who had been stabbed in the back, leaned against the corner of the wall, fragments of his internal organs gushing out of his mouth.

If those two crazy brothers, always eager for a good show, were here, they would surely exclaim that this is top-quality lamb offal! Quickly, heat up the oil in the wok.

But looking at the sheep-like Mei Yangyang before him, who no longer resembled a sheep and had sharp bone spurs growing from her back, resembling a madwoman, this powerful figure who unified the sheep race and led the empire on a distant expedition to the stars felt only sorrow.

"You killed my child."

"Who? What nonsense are you spouting, you old man? Stop insulting me with your nonsensical words. You betrayed us brothers and sisters. You never intended for us to live."

"Father, I really love you so much. I've already given in time and time again, and even thought about being a carefree princess, but why are you so unfair?"

The sheep emperor remained silent, staring intently into the eyes of his children, at the demon behind those emerald pupils.

Why did you kill my child?

"What are you talking about? I didn't kill a single one of my brothers or sisters! I just want to get the rights I deserve. I don't want to be treated like a slave."

In a daze, Mei Yangyang seemed to hear a chuckle. She finally realized that her father didn't seem to be talking to her, but what was it?

"It's selfishness. Don't be fooled by him. He's trying to gain your sympathy. He's even too cowardly to face death."

"Mother, for the future of the empire, and for our great cause, quickly raise the warhammer against him!"

A voice echoed in his ear, without any urging, but it was his true thoughts, the boundless loyalty of his offspring.

The warhammer was raised high, and a golden bell rolled to its feet: "Father, he says we can go!"

(End of this chapter)