Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 248 Father, my plan was so brilliant, why...

In the magnificent and perfect city, the residents began their daily pilgrimage.

In this sanctuary, everyone lives in peace and prosperity, and everything is managed in an orderly manner. They do not need to work or produce anything. Only the most devout believers are qualified to come to this perfect city.

Far from famine and hunger, faith is the eternal theme of this perfect city.

Looking up at the sky, the Emperor Dream ship shone brightly in the distance, especially the golden light that lit up last night, which made the believers believe it was a miracle, and their mood became even more wonderful.

The only downside is the accompanying blue color, which is a bit of a killjoy.

In the eyes of the residents of the Perfect City, the Emperor is the savior of mankind, the supreme god, and must be worshipped with the utmost respect.

The genetic prototypes under the God Emperor are also gods and must be worshipped, albeit demigods. The hierarchy must be clearly defined, and their piety and respect must be shown.

Among them, the most popular are undoubtedly Patriarch Loka and Steel Angel Perturabo, after all, things are valued for their rarity, and these two goddesses are the only ones among the 20 demigods.

Next to be equally revered are Mordred and Horus. The empire governs the world with filial piety, and the two war generals are undoubtedly the most filial sons of the god-emperor, especially Prince Mordred, who is extremely well-suited to the character model.

As for the demigods who follow, the residents of Perfect City will not be left out; they will ensure that everyone receives their due share, even the ambitious Guilliman.

However, the usual pilgrimage mission went awry today. No matter how the believers called out, no light appeared on the idol. There was no red light, no blue light, and not even the life light that supposedly brought health to the believers.

This strange phenomenon led believers to believe that it must be the work of those Ultra Warriors who appeared on the streets, otherwise why would the gods ignore us as soon as you arrive?
In order to find out the reason, these fanatical believers who could not live without worshiping God began to search for their own angels. But no matter how they searched, even if they searched every corner of the perfect city, they could not find those benevolent and loving Word Bearers, only the Ultimate Warriors.

The announcement that followed only exacerbated this anxiety:

"Leave Perfect City within one week for a mental evaluation. Anyone who disobeys will be executed!"

"On what grounds? This is our temple. The God-Emperor will punish you."

Large crowds poured into the streets to begin their protests. Some even took up arms, preparing to drive away these ignorant mobs.

"bang bang bang"

With a few gunshots, the demonstrators who were jumping the loudest were instantly blasted into pieces. The one who fired the shots was none other than Hill, the Ultra Warrior who had a life-or-death bond with Angron.

Since his perilous journey through Nukelia, Hill has awakened a special talent: he can see the corrupted aura within these believers.

He could never forget the red ones, even though firing them would bring his father's wrath. Hill didn't regret it; he even wanted to kill everyone here so that the tragedy of Nukelia wouldn't repeat itself.

"Time is running out. Leave now and we'll forgive and forget. If you resist, you'll all die!"

"why?"

A woman dressed in red pushed her way through the crowd and stood fearlessly in front of the Ultra Warriors. Her name was Cyrani, a pilgrim who had just been granted entry into the City of Perfection.

Looking at this girl, who would be studying in school in Macurag, Hill did not see any tainted spiritual light in her, but only a golden hue.

"There's no reason why, this is an order, His Majesty's decree. Leave now, your life should not be lost here."

Having said that, Hill had fulfilled his duty.

Death could not extinguish the believers' faith. After their resistance proved fruitless, the believers began a silent resistance. No one left the City of Perfection. Every believer firmly believed that the God-Emperor would not abandon them; this was merely a test from His Majesty.

The prayers grew increasingly fervent, and all that could be seen were believers prostrate on the ground, which made the Ultramarines, who firmly believed in the truth of the Empire, think that they had all gone mad.

Since you believe in His Majesty, you should leave as soon as he tells you to. Are you deaf?

As Hill said, time was indeed running out. After receiving the news, Luo Jia immediately rushed to the City of Perfection and thought of Mordred the first, hoping that her second brother would come and support her.

Time flew by, and as the final deadline approached, all the Ultra Warriors evacuated Perfect City, but fortunately, Luo Jia made it in time for the last moment.

Looking at the god she worshipped, who was also her biological father, Luo Jia stood there dumbfounded, staring at the emperor in disbelief:
“Father, have I not done enough? All the gains of the Word Bearer over the past few decades are here. I have built a perfect city for you and my brothers.”

To this end, I also compiled a book called "The Emperor's Sacred Words." As long as it is implemented, according to my plan, the empire will possess its own…

"Shut up, stop talking! I'm not a god! You aren't, and neither are your brothers."

"That's right, I'm not a god!"

Guilliman's sudden interruption drew a glare from Luo Jia, who drew her warhammer, ready to smash him to death: "You ambitious wretch, shut up!"

"Shut up! Are you still so stubborn?"

The emperor interrupted Luo Jia's description, a hint of anger appearing on his already gloomy face. Looking at his foolish daughter, the emperor deeply regretted spoiling her.

He granted her privileges that other Primarchs didn't have, and treatment that other legions didn't receive. Even if Luo Jia admitted her mistake, the Emperor would forgive this ignorant daughter.

Although unwilling to admit it, and treating Mrs. Euton's parenting guide as a joke, the Emperor knew he might not be a good father, but it wasn't his fault. If only you were more obedient, wouldn't that be fine?
If everyone were like Peturabo, giving their all even in the most dangerous situations, never complaining, never arguing, would I need to go through all this trouble?

Thinking of this, the emperor picked up the book "The Emperor's Sacred Words" intending to give Luo Jia another chance, but after reading the whole book, he was so angry that he trembled all over and threw the damned thing to the ground.

If this damned thing, which completely contradicts the truth of the Empire, were to be promoted, the Empire would be finished. Especially now, at this most critical moment, with the Internet Path Project about to succeed, he could not allow any mistakes to occur, and even less could he allow himself to be the first to run into trouble.

After all, he was already struggling to suppress the power of that person; he owed far too much.

"Your Majesty!"

"No, I'll kneel if you admit you're a god."

Upon hearing this, the Emperor instantly flew into a rage. The entire planet stopped rotating due to the Emperor's anger, and endless spiritual energy shot out, pressing down on every Word Bearer with unstoppable ferocity, forcing them to their knees. Only Luo Jia was still struggling to hold on.

Seeing this, Luo Jia laughed in anger, pointing to his kneeling sons behind him and asking, "Father, do you still say you're not a god?"

"I am not a goddess!"

"I am not a god either."

"Shut up, you have no right to speak here." ×2
Guilliman remained silent, indicating that he would shut his mouth.

Seeing his stubborn and rebellious daughter in front of him, the emperor suppressed his anger and began to debate with Luo Jia.

The emperor, who possessed only brute strength and used his alluring aura to act as a merciless script-reading machine, was no match for Luo Jia, who was proficient in this art. He was quickly driven to the brink of collapse by Luo Jia's anger.

Left with no other choice, the emperor could only grab Luo Jia's chin and forcefully press her to the ground:
"Enough talk. Today I'll show you just how stupid you've been. Let's get started!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Despite her desperate resistance, Luo Jia was no match for the Emperor's overwhelming power. Seeing the Primarch suffer such humiliation, the Word Bearer tried to get up, but the psychic shackles binding her were unbreakable.

But the Emperor waited and waited, but he didn't see the orbital bombardment coming from the sky. All he saw was Guilliman standing there dumbfounded, serving as a background figure.

"what are you doing?"

"Huh? Father, didn't you tell me to shut up?"

"..."

That's the good thing about Guilliman: he's clear-headed on important matters but shrewd on trivial ones. It's hard to tell if he's genuinely stupid or just pretending, but driven by some unsettling feeling, he thinks that if he really bombs Perfect City, something bad might happen in the future.

But the Emperor was determined to make an example of someone today. Amidst Luo Jia's wails, a dazzling spear of light was projected down from the Emperor Dreamship above the orbit.

Tears soaked her palms, but the Emperor still forcefully turned Luo Jia's head, making her look towards the City of Perfection.

Golden flames raged and burned the city, ashes billowing in the heat. Amidst the burning figures of believers, countless demons and monsters fled in a frenzy, revealing the filth beneath this supposedly perfect city.

"did you see it?"

"I saw it, Father, are you really a god?"

Upon hearing this, even Guilliman, who was standing to the side, couldn't hold back any longer. A green light flashed in his eyes, and driven by some unknown courage, he kicked his beloved father in the buttocks in front of all the Word Bearers.

"Shut up, you unfilial father!"

Upon hearing this, the Emperor was stunned, Luo Jia was stunned, even Guilliman, who had kicked the Emperor, was stunned, and even the four peddlers who were watching the show in front of the TV were full of questions.

"Guilliman is a good kid."

"Yes, you do have some courage."

"Then give me Mordred, and I'll use a little trick..."

Before the blue slime could finish speaking, it was slammed to the ground by a greatsword, and then its fur was torn off by a dog's mouth.

"Kobold, are you insane?"

Khorne remained silent, only tearing and biting. The snake demon, who was about to get aroused, quickly swallowed back the words she was about to say. This mad dog wasn't thinking straight; she'd better stay away from him in the future.

As for the emperor on the other side, he also sent out the same greeting:
"Guilliman, are you insane? How dare you kick me? I'm your father!"

"Pah, I'm going to kick you, I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"Father, it wasn't me, I didn't mean it. It was me who said it, you good-for-nothing Haki Huang, what, you're not happy about it?"

Soon, another cobalt blue figure knelt down, slowly covered by ashes falling from the sky.

Looking at his brothers who were suffering alongside him, Luo Jia couldn't help but feel moved, but Guilliman's words immediately dispelled that feeling.

Guilliman scooped up the ashes from the ground and slowly sprinkled them over Luo Jia's head, muttering something like, "This is the perfect city, it's so beautiful!"—Woof!

Meanwhile, Mordred was still on his way.

(End of this chapter)