Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 249 Martial God Xinghai, when did you arrive?

As the saying goes, aspiration is the furthest distance.

In Luo Jia's eyes, everything she did was to contribute to the empire, to support her great father, and even to make the emperor the god.

In Colkis, this would be the greatest loyalty, but now the gods have abandoned them, even though Luo Jia has already seen the demons and monsters appearing in the Perfect City.

The Emperor's plan was clearly successful; he did indeed make Mordred a part of the Empire, firmly binding her to the group known as humanity.

On the other hand, he was also deeply corrupted by Mordred, evolving from a scum among scum who was once a shining star among humanoids into a scum-human.

At least now I know that mouth isn't just for eating, it can also be used to breathe, and I know how to explain why I burned down the Perfect City.

When Mordred arrived in Kur, this was the scene before him: countless Word Bearers knelt on the ground, the City of Perfection burned fiercely nearby, and ashes filled the sky, obscuring the Word Bearers' faith.

The only thing that puzzled Mordred was the Ultramarines standing around the Word Bearers with guns—why were these Smurfs here?

"Luojia, are you alright?"

Watching his older brother kneel down to stroke his hair, the pent-up grievances, resentment, and regret of many days finally erupted:
"No, it's not me, Second Brother. That's Guilliman. Father has put a curse on him, and he won't be able to speak for a month. I'm right here!"

"Ah this!"

Slightly embarrassed, Mordred changed direction. It wasn't that he mistook someone for someone else; his 88-year career as a dog had made him used to finding people by scent.

After all, he was just a short dog, only reaching his calves among werewolves who were over two meters tall on average. It was too tiring for him to keep craning his neck to look up.

Seeing a huge lump of something covered in ashes, still kneeling there, of course one would assume it's Luo Jia!

As for Guilliman, why are you kneeling here, you bastard? And looking at me with tears in your eyes, as if I'm dead.

After wiping the ashes off Luo Jia's face to make sure he hadn't mistaken her for someone else, Morey composed himself and reached out to stroke his little sister's head again.

"Luojia, are you alright?"

"Second brother, you already asked me once. I'm not good. I feel like a useless person who has made a complete mess of things. Was I really wrong?"

Seeing Luo Jia's pitiful puppy-like eyes, most people would have comforted him, but unfortunately Mordred is no ordinary person; he is from the Second Legion.

"Isn't that obvious? I was only gone for a short while, and you've already made such a big fuss. Anyway, I'm not the one kneeling, so guess who's in the wrong?"

If you had just been honest and upright, you wouldn't have ended up in this mess.

"But I clearly imitated Atlas. Everyone knows that you, Second Brother, kept aliens, desecrated experiments, and treated the truth of the Empire like toilet paper. I just wanted to create a golden statue for Father and all my brothers. In comparison, Atlas has many more little secrets."

Even the weapon you gave me before, it's in there... *sobs*

Before the unfortunate child could speak again, Mordred shoved her mouth shut and solemnly warned her:
"The Second Legion has no secrets. If you keep talking, even your second brother can't save you. I'll say it again, it's a machine soul, a machine soul! Do you hear me?"

Unable to speak with his mouth gagged, Luo Jia could only nod frantically, saying, "But..."

"There are no buts. Do you think the Imperial Truth is a lie? Why does the Empire insist on carrying out the Great Expedition step by step when there are such useful things available, like an idiot?"
Even Old Man Huang is the biggest bug in the Empire's truth. He is clearly using psionic energy but pretends not to see it, trying to make everyone ignore this fact.
Then you think you can rely on artificially controlling faith to create divine weapons belonging to the empire, thereby accelerating the Great Expedition and preventing heavy casualties among the empire's soldiers, right?

"Ah I?"

In fact, Luo Jia didn't think that much. On the one hand, it was to satisfy his own desire for worship, and on the other hand, he believed that the emperor was a god, and as the son of a god, he had to praise and glorify his father god.

But seeing Mordred's gaze—that if you don't admit it, you'll be immediately exiled to Catachan, and that the entire Titan legion will repeatedly torment you—Luo Jia, despite his initial joy, ultimately backed down.

"Yes, that's what I thought."

"Then you've gone astray. Get up now, and you bunch of silly little cans too."

“But my father made us kneel for a whole month.”

“The eldest brother is like a father. Old Huang isn’t here, and Zhuang Sen isn’t here either, so I’m your big brother. Don’t force me to hit someone when I’m in a good mood.”

"Second Brother!" "Little Sister! Get up quickly."

Under Guilliman's envious gaze, Mordred scooped up the unfortunate child and gestured for everyone to get up quickly.

As for that disgraceful Guilliman, Mordred didn't miss out either, but because the Emperor had placed a curse on him, his entire body was locked up, so he could only randomly select a few lucky Ultramarines to carry him.

Even so, starting from Luojia and going down, the Huaiyan people in front of them were all like wilted eggplants, completely losing their previous spirit, and unease and confusion enveloped the entire legion.

But Mordred knew that Old Man Huang had done the right thing this time; if it were him, he would have blown up this corrupted, perfect city.

After all, a state religion that incorporates the shortcomings of everyone is too abstract. As long as he lives, he will absolutely not allow such a thing to appear.

As the saying goes, heresy arises from scheming. Space Marines are human too, and at this time, the morale of the Speakers is in disarray. If they are left with nothing to do, problems are bound to arise.

Luo Jia, who was supposed to be able to stabilize morale, was now more confused than anyone else. Mordred had no choice but to temporarily take over the command system of the Word Bearers and send them to search for survivors in the ruins of the Perfect City.

Meanwhile, the Ultramarines who were also at a loss watching their father were not idle either; Mordred sent them out to block the news.

In any case, everything in the Perfect City must be stopped.

Mordred's 88 years as a leader changed him a lot. There were problems within the pack, but Mordred and Ruth resolved them one by one.

Since he could make a group of werewolves sweep away hunger and become himself again, Mordred was also confident that he could restore the Word Bearer to normal, after all, he had taken care of children more than once or twice.

Fortunately, the weasel didn't go too far this time and knew to produce evidence when punishing those who spoke out. Otherwise, these fanatical believers who had been brainwashed by religion would have hated him to death.

Sure enough, after Mordred dragged Luo Jia to the Emperor Dream to apologize, the weasel actually personified itself.

"Do you realize your mistake now?"

“Yes, Father, even if you can bring the dead back to life, even if you can compress a star into a tiny ball and give it to Saint Jerese, even if you can stop the rotation of a planet and make everyone kneel down, you are still not a god!”

Upon hearing this, the Emperor felt that Luo Jia was still incorrigible and was mocking him behind his back, but what could he do?

Could it be that they'll kill Luo Jia 11 and then imprison him in the palace's shadow prison to keep Sisyphus company?

The Emperor loves the Primarch, but the psionic primitive who grew up without parents has no idea how to raise children. The only one who can cooperate with him, Ilda, is also a crazy love-struck woman, and even that crazy love-struck woman ran away.

Whenever faced with such trouble, Old Man Huang would seek help from his capable wife, Makado. But this time, Makado was not there. Imperial affairs were almost overwhelming this hardworking old horse, and Makado was so bored that she went out to have fun with her husband, Houmi.

Mordred knew this weasel was unreliable. Watching Old Man Huang's system malfunction again, Mordred felt utterly exhausted. This family was doomed without him.

"Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, Old Man Huang, get out of here. Stop getting in my way. You'd be better off killing a few aliens."

Without hesitation, Haki Huang, triggered by the underlying logic, decisively started the process. However, before leaving, she removed Luo Jia from her position as legion commander and temporarily appointed Mordred to take over. As for herself, she was told to go and become a company commander.

This order caused Luo Jia, who had been silently watching, to fix his gaze firmly on Mordred.

Looking back, the missing piece of the puzzle in my memory was slowly pieced together, eventually perfectly matching the figure in front of me, and then I thought of the little secret that Fogrim had told me before.

Without any hesitation, Luo Jia grabbed Mordred, who was pondering what to eat for dinner, and shouted:

“Brother, as you know, I lost my mother when I was young. I thought I had lost her forever, but now I realize that’s not the case at all!”

I've noticed that you look just like our mother, brother!

Makado kept telling me that his mother was dead, but the more I look at it, the more it seems to me. I understand now; it must be that his mother's soul has transferred into his body.

Hehe, Mordred, no, Mother, I miss you so much.

Seeing this, Mordred felt her scalp tingle and, after 88 years of cultivating composure, finally broke down, slapping him across the face.
"You bastard, it seems I need to really control you."

(End of this chapter)