Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 253 Demons Feel No Pain
"Quack! Let me go! Let me go! I'll never do it again!"

Second brother, second brother, why are you just standing there watching?

OMO
A desperate wail echoed from the Hundred Fruit Garden. The big weasel named Luojia looked around, trying to find a way to escape, but no matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free from the fine gold chains that bound her tightly.

The only one who could save her was Mordred, but Mordred just stood there watching coldly:

"Increase the dosage!"

"No!"

Resistance is futile. If Luo Jia herself were to come, she might be able to transform into the Golden Word Messenger and smash Sha Fulin's head with a single blow. But what she came was just a projection, a powerless yellow-skinned rat.

In just one day, nearly 300 Magnus fruits were stuffed into Luo Jia's mouth. Paired with delicious Fresh Energy Orange Juice, they transformed into jetpack warriors, vigorously composting the orchard.

He casually kicked away a Nurgle that was still bouncing around. Perhaps due to the high concentration of fel energy contamination in Marton, the little thing had mutated, turning from a round, plump bun into a dragon fruit covered in bone spurs.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that this thing still smells awful, and it even has a hint of the sour smell from an old man's armpit on a 40°C bus.

The mutation was not only manifested in Nurgle; all demons that came to Mardum began to be gradually corrupted by fel energy, with the higher up the Legion's ranks, the deeper the corruption.

In the eyes of the other demons, the Legion demons are a bunch of perverts who smear shit on themselves and frantically throw it around. The entire Burning Legion is insane. Once you get tainted, you can't wash it off and you'll all turn into idiots.

But in the eyes of the Burning Legion, the other demons are just a bunch of mortals who cannot understand the great truth of fel energy.

We, the Burning Legion, are pragmatic. As long as you offer your loyalty, the fel energy will be treated equally. Promotion and strengthening depend entirely on your abilities. The path to prestige is unstoppable. Only those who dare to fight will win, and success is up to you.

The past is the past, and the present is the present. Before, I was a lowly demon who couldn't even afford to eat soul fragments. If I were in the Burning Legion, I would be a minor officer.

In the vast sea of ​​souls, even demons are divided into different classes. The Four Gods are just the four largest peaks among them. Even if you join the Four Gods' small group, you are still the lowest-level cannon fodder.

But things are different now. With the formation of the Burning Legion, it has a new place to go outside the Four Gods system. Other demons look down on the Burning Legion, but that doesn't mean that the lesser demons look down on it.

Even more surprisingly, some demons who were out of favor under the Four Gods seized the opportunity, either by being tricked or by being ostracized, and all of them came to the Burning Legion.

While their own legion commander is interrogating prisoners, the legion demons who have heard the news will certainly not let this opportunity pass, at least to make an appearance.

Especially after seeing Mordred's current appearance, some demons felt much more at ease. No wonder even Vashtor had joined the Burning Legion.

Look at our legion commander's mouth. If you say he has nothing to do with the Blood God, you're just fooling a fool.

Yes, they look so alike! Nine out of ten are almost identical.

According to rumors, the Primarchs were products of a deal between the Four Gods and the Cursed, and given that each Primarch is a child of the Cursed, the outcome is obvious.

It must be that the cursed beings used some indescribable means to frantically extract the chaotic genes of the four gods in order to construct the original gene.

This is truly terrifying. Such cunning! This cursed being is indeed a great enemy of Chaos.

Thinking of this, even the lowest-ranking demon slaves of the Burning Legion couldn't help but puff out their chests with pride.

From then on, our second-in-command was the demon demigod Vashtor, our legion commander was the former Imperial Warmaster Mordred, and even above our heads was the banner of the Cursed One—no, the Emperor!
Why worry that great things cannot be accomplished?
Seeing Luo Jia's eyes rolling back in his head and drool dripping all over the ground, Mordred felt it was time. He immediately signaled Shafulin to stop feeding him and summoned a water truck to wash the floor. But before he could even take the water gun, a demon suddenly squeezed in. Although it was just a completely black shadow, Mordred saw a hint of fawning in its eyes:
"Your Highness, please don't move, let me handle this!"

"Hmm, not bad. What's your name, kid?"

“My name is Raum, and I am the company commander of the 2nd Company, 3rd Reconnaissance Battalion of the Burning Legion,” the tall, thin figure named Raum replied.

The name sounded familiar to Mordred. If it sounded familiar to him, it must be someone special. He immediately gave Shafulin a look, indicating that he would take the kid back for further training.

Seeing the filth removed, Mordred stepped forward and patted Luo Jia's cheek:
"Look me in the eyes. Now, Luo Jia, I'm asking you, do you still believe you can control the power of the subspace?"

Luo Jia, who was already on the verge of dehydration, dared not say no. She shook her head frantically, indicating that she would never dare to do it again and that she was irreconcilably opposed to the subspace.

This is exactly what Mordred wanted to see, but as a great educator, he knew he couldn't go to extremes.

Mordred unlocked the adamantine chains, lifted the limp Luo Jia, and led her to the Fel Spire.

Looking down at the hundreds of millions of legions of demons, Luo Jia was confused, but Mordred's voice rang in his ears:
"Sister, you must remember that demons have no sense of pain. Under the influence of fel energy, the Legion demons are far less brutal than other demons. What you have seen is only the tip of the iceberg."

Old Huang bombed the Perfect City because humanity's beliefs are distorted by the warp; even the truth, goodness, and beauty you believe in will eventually turn into a lump of filth.

Can you guess how these demons came to be?

If Luo Jia, as the original genetic entity, still didn't understand, then he would truly be a fool.

"It's faith!"

"That's right. The Warp is also known as the Sea of ​​Souls. It is the place where the emotions of living beings belong. Demons are Warp entities born from the echoes of these extreme emotions, and the faith of believers is undoubtedly the most powerful of these extreme emotions."

The Imperial Truth is undoubtedly a lie. In our world, everything has a soul, even a bomb gun can generate a machine spirit under the drive of strong beliefs.

The machine spirit is indeed useful, and the psionic energy is indeed powerful. If your plan is implemented, perhaps the Empire will truly have a powerful divine weapon.

The plan is indeed good, but look at the chaotic subspace outside. What kind of pure white lotus can be born from this cesspool?
Given a large enough base, one day you'll be driven mad by the sheer volume of thoughts.

Mordred retrieved a file detailing Atlas's previous experiments with artificial demons, codenamed Eva.

After reading the entire document, Luo Jia's anxiety finally subsided. She didn't ask about the final outcome of the so-called Eva, because it clearly stated that the data had been wiped.

"Second brother, if what you said is true, even Father can be burdened by his faith, then why are you alright?"

"That's a long story. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

Although he knew he had done something foolish, driven by some inexplicable emotion, Luo Jia still wanted to understand his older brother.

"Let's start with that overconfident psychic caveman."

(End of this chapter)