Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 245 The Rise of the Wolf Clan: The Birth of an Empire (Part 7)
Boom, boom.

A battle-hardened force swept out from Kra 2.

Knight armor bearing wolf claw marks led the way, while Gatling guns spun rapidly, spewing fire. These towering mechs, controlled by werewolf neural links and crafted with a touch of demonic engine technology, were relentlessly slaying any creature with horns on its head.

Clad in heavy armor and wielding battle axes, towering werewolves are dropped onto the ground via airdrop pods. Thirty years of relentless military training have taught each werewolf how to conquer a world in the shortest possible time.

This is the only chance for the wolf pack to become great. After being reborn, weakness will no longer be a shackle on the werewolves, but a flame that drives them to fight for the future.

The flames of rebellion raged, and without exception, every province and city within the Sheep Empire's two capitals and thirteen provinces began fighting their own wars. The once invincible empire rapidly collapsed, and ambitious schemers and so-called loyal ministers suddenly emerged everywhere.

Looking at the bewildered and helpless foreign slaves after the defeat of the sheep tribe warlords, Gotha suddenly remembered what his teacher had told him:

"Make as many friends as possible and as few enemies as possible. We must give the oppressed hope, and they will only follow whoever wins."

Without any hesitation, the wolf pack extended a team invitation to the alien: "Do you want to die standing, or live on your knees? Choose!"

Looking at the imposing, towering werewolf before him, the alien leader took the weapon and swore allegiance to the wolf pack.

Such scenes are playing out every moment. The people of the world have suffered for too long. If they move forward, they might die, but if they move backward, they will be slaves for eternity. Now that our leader is taking the lead, let's just do it!

The sheep tribe, which had enjoyed peace for so long, was no match for the rebel army's offensive. As the wolf pack expanded rapidly and achieved victory after victory, more and more tribes rose up in rebellion.

Seeing that the time was right, Mordred and Ruth took the opportunity to release a declaration of independence called Imperial Truth.

"Life is equal and there should be no oppression or killing."

Such scenes are playing out every moment, and your brothers and sisters, your parents and family members are all enduring oppression.

Join the wolf pack, join the super carat!
Become the best warriors and fight against the tyranny of the sheep tribe.

Glory belongs to the Empire, for the Super Krall!

Fanning the flames, stirring up trouble, and taking advantage of the chaos, the wolf pack that fired the first shot grew rapidly. With the help of the puppet sheep, I was like a dragon charging in, with full vision and maximum resources. Tell me, how could I possibly lose?
The physical body of a powerful character without a Primitive isn't important; as long as they have brains, two max-level players can still carry a low-level character to new heights.

Mordred is in charge of internal affairs. Whenever she conquers a world, she sends out automated machines to produce them at an alarming rate. With her powerful charisma, she leads the weak races who have come to her but are not good at fighting to stabilize the rear.

With Ruth in charge of external affairs, in this wonderful era where warp travel was incredibly smooth and even the Emperor would be laughing his head off, he led his legions to wage guerrilla warfare everywhere, making the sheep tribe extremely frustrated, and even had time to train commanders.

If you ask why the two brothers are so skilled, please, why don't you copy the existing examples? This is clearly plagiarism of the rise to wealth of some big, blond guy.

Mordred even proclaimed himself the Emperor of the Wolf Pack, while Ruth, of course, followed Macado's script.

It's quite strange, but among the many Primarchs, Mordred is arguably the one most like the Emperor, while Ruth is the one with the best personal relationship with Macardo.

As for their original purpose in coming to this era, the two brothers had long forgotten it, wanting to make things difficult for Magnus and avoid taking the blame for each other.

While the two brothers were playing StarCraft, 6500 million years in the future, on the Abomination, three little ones who had been brought in to act as security guards looked at Uncle Magnus with a troubled expression.

"Ariman, you're the smartest among us. I have a feeling your father is about to wake up?"

"Yes, my father hasn't even come back yet, and your father is about to wake up. Wouldn't that be terrible?"

Ahriman remained silent, thinking to himself, "Isn't this just nonsense? My father has been lying on the operating table asleep for three whole years; anyone would have woken up by now."

But remembering the important instructions Mordred had given them before leaving, and glancing at his best friend of three years, Ahriman made up his mind:
"How about giving my father another injection?"

"I think it works!"

After saying that, Tom ran to the supply warehouse and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, pulling out a whole bucket of anesthetic. Seeing this made everyone's scalp tingle, and even made the kobold who had been silently watching the screen question his life, wondering where these three unlucky things came from.
Ahriman yelled, "Get lost! Do you think this is pig farming? If you dump such a huge bucket of water down my throat, my father will probably fall into a deep sleep and turn into Snow White, oops, I mean, into Red Snow White."

"Get out of my way, let me do it!"

Taking out a syringe from the side, Aliman carefully drew out a syringe of anesthetic.

But for some reason, he felt that one might not be enough, and inexplicably drew four more, eventually injecting them in multiple small doses, successfully putting the sunburned one-eyed Oglin, whose eyelids were drooping wildly, back into a deep sleep.

The kobold, having done all this, remained silent. As a gambler like the Emperor, Khorne was the one who couldn't afford to take the risk. Since he had already taken this step, he might as well go all the way.

Dead memories attack him, the gears of fate begin to turn quietly, and in the eyes of an evil god who has proven eternity, countless timelines surge within him.

The Four Gods appear on every timeline, and similarly, there is also an existence called the Emperor.

Perhaps in another world, everything will be very different, the balance of power will shift instantly, and everything will look completely different.

This is the Hundred-Victory Fighting Heavenly Venerable, this is the Everlasting Joyful Goddess, this is the Compassionate and Longevity Ancestor, and this is the Myriad Laws Dao Mysterious Immortal Lord.

You should then pay homage to one of them and cultivate diligently. If you can gain the favor of the deities, you will be granted a destiny to ascend to the celestial realm and serve the four deities…

The hero from the region of Minor Asia lost both his parents, but his uncle raised him as his own, teaching and guiding him with utmost care. Through the veil of barriers, the Blood God heard the child's cry, but having become the Hundred Battle Saint Celestial Venerable, he felt neither sorrow nor joy.

"What are you looking at, kid?"

"Uncle, which great deity is covered by the yellow cloth?"

"...That was the Great Void Annihilation Demon Emperor, who once led eighteen demon lords to sweep across the mortal world. Ten thousand years ago, he was severely injured by four powerful beings and has been sleeping in the depths of the Demon Realm ever since."

"I want to worship Him. He can fight four powerful beings without being defeated, so he must be extremely strong..."

In a pale, lifeless timeline, endless Smurfs spew forth from the Web, using the power their father had enslaved the Four Gods to burn the entire galaxy, forcing the Four Gods to join forces with the Emperor to resist the Ultramarines.

Even more surprisingly, in another timeline, the ambitious Guilliman triumphs.

With Evelynn on his left and Lilith on his right, Megatron, four slender figures in red, green, blue, and purple lay prostrate beneath him, threatening the blushing, indignant, golden giant before them:

"Mother, you don't want the empire to burn to the ground, do you?"

……

The kobold remained silent, feeling that his eyes were already dirty. Why did Guilliman always appear in these nonsensical timelines?

Bah! That me wagging my tail and whining is definitely not normal, I'm just a piece of trash, unlike me, I am the master of my destiny.

The Four Gods are not individuals; they are echoes generated by the surge of the myriad spirits, natural phenomena, rules, and subspace entities with their own will.

The four peddlers are not the entirety of the Sea of ​​Souls, but they are a part of it. Even if they die and their souls perish, another Khorne, another Nurgle, another Tzeentch, and another Slaanesh will be born.

However, whether the deity that reappears at that time will be the same as before, only heaven knows!

"Hehe, I must survive! I want to be my own master. Wait, why does my leg hurt so much?"

Hmph, hmph, woof woof woof!

This little incident went unnoticed by the three, as the Blood God's Domain enveloped the entire area in tranquility, isolating them from any unnecessary prying eyes.

But nothing is absolute. A small lighter on the operating table flickered with a faint light, and two figures, one large and one small, huddled behind the screen, quietly watching everything.

Go back in time, to some remote corner 6500 million years ago, a pack of wolves was attacking the last stronghold.

The earth was torn apart, the sky was ablaze, and the sheep tribe, whose upper echelons had been completely wiped out, was no match for the wolf pack's attack. Even those terrifying monstrous sheep that were comparable to the original form were all turned into cooked meat in the orbital bombardment, emitting a mouthwatering aroma.

Eight years of brutal civil war broke the backbone of the sheep tribe and also made the wolf pack famous. As the last fortress collapsed, the mother and child, who had been separated for a long time, were reunited.

There was no boring villainous declaration. The now-unrecognizable Pleasant Goat sat slumped on the brass throne. Fel energy had already corrupted every cell of her body. If Mordred hadn't kept her alive, she would have long since turned into a mindless beast.

Emerald lightning flashed, transforming into starlight that floated up and returned to Mordred's body, the source of fel energy.

Perhaps it was a final burst of energy before death, but at this moment, Mei Yangyang's rationality finally returned. She staggered over to the two brothers and removed the collar that had been locked around her neck, even though it was no longer effective.

"If I hadn't put this collar on you, would you still be doing this?"

"Perhaps! But who can say for sure?"

"That's right! Then give me a decent ending."

It was impossible to distinguish right from wrong anymore. Looking at the enemy in front of her, whose rationality had collapsed, who was oblivious to the outside world and only wanted to die, Mordred kicked the stunned Gotha next to her.

"Is this the successor you've chosen?"

"Yes."

Pleasant Goat laughed, a laugh so mocking, mocking herself for being the sinner who had brought down the empire: "You have no idea what's out there. I'll be waiting for you in the Sea of ​​Souls, my dear son."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

As the blade flashed and blood flowed, the last of the sheep tribe vanished, and a new empire was about to rise.

Holding the skull, Gotha believed that under the guidance of the two teachers, the werewolf empire would prosper forever, and he would always be by his side.

"Teachers, I will not let you down."

(End of this chapter)