Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 256 Dad, you're not dead?

Flames were burning fiercely.

In Cyrene's final moments, the shattered city of perfection resembled a living hell, filled with wailing cries, the charred remains of believers, and thick, black, toxic smoke.

The shattered idol fell, breaking through the floor and shattering Cyrena's devout faith.

"Tell the world that our world was destroyed by faith."

"Tell the world that our hopes and pride will vanish."

“Tell the world that our empty whispers have no God to listen to—God is dead, killed by the logic of the shepherd.”

"Tell the world that the angel of death has arrived."

"I know that no matter what I do, I cannot undo all of this."

Believers are loyal, but also the most blind. No matter what Luo Jia is like, she has Mordred's careful guidance and help.

What about Cyrene? Who will remember the believers who turned to ashes in the City of Perfection?

You saved us, and you became Pope and led us onto the path of faith. But why did you betray us first, Pope? Was it that man named Mordred?

Cyrani didn't understand, and couldn't comprehend. It would be better if she just turned into a handful of ashes, but she was an immortal being.

The dead, wandering in the sea of ​​souls, saw their homes burned to the ground, saw the demons and monsters in the perfect city dissolved by golden light, and saw the brother and sister confiding in each other behind the hatred.

Cyrene, who understood everything, longed to offer her blessing to the Pope she so admired, but she couldn't; a burning anger called jealousy raged within her soul.

You led us down this path of no return, and you also helped us regain our faith. But why is it that only you can be saved, while we are destined to die?
"Lord Luojia, I really love you so much!"

The spark of hope did not bring salvation, but instead attracted four precious objects.

You may yearn for redemption, and not only you, but all those who perished in the Perfect City can be redeemed. The only price is to use this list to win back your loved ones.

Cyrene, who had been resurrected, considered it a miracle. Without her even having to think about it, some imperial forces that had been waiting impatiently pushed her to the forefront.

Upon seeing the list, the many factions in Mordred who had long grieved for it immediately seized the opportunity, and even other Primarchs couldn't help but look to their good brothers.

"Your Excellency former Warmaster, Primarch of Atlas, Lord of the Tranquil 50 Worlds, Your Highness Mordred, please give your answer."

"Answer? What do you want me to answer? Kobold, you've really disappointed me. You actually sat at the same table with those three good-for-nothings. Now you're even trying to fool children."

No one knew who Mordred was talking to, and those who did remained silent, but there were always some fools who wanted to be the first to try something new.

An obscure Terran councilor stepped forward and, after listing all the misdeeds on the list, suddenly realized that if any one of them were investigated thoroughly, he would also die. He could only choose some less important things.

"Your Highness, although I firmly believe in your loyalty, could you explain why Atlas consumed a staggering three billion tons of Glock meat in just one year?"

"I ate it!"

"What? You ate all of this by yourself!"

"That's right, I ate it all by myself."

The Imperial Navy Commander kicked the Terran senator from behind and gave Mordred a grateful look.

"Where did the tithe, which was missing for a total of 730 worlds, go?"

"Furthermore, during your tenure as War Commander, one-third of the resources produced by the Mechanical Training Corps disappeared without a trace. What exactly happened to these things...?"

"Go ahead and ask, why don't you dare ask?" Mordred didn't even get angry at the sight of the insects jumping around again. He simply pushed back his chair, walked up the platform step by step, and looked down at everyone.

"You can ask me anything you want. I'll answer everything I know today. Your name is Cyrani, right?"

Looking at this clueless and unlucky girl who was pushed to the front to be used as a pawn, Mordred saw no malice in her eyes, only the reflection of Luo Jia in her pupils.

Patting her little head, Mordred gestured for Brian to take her away and keep a close watch on her, then turned to look at the crowd:
“That’s right, I did all of these things. We Atlas are corrupt, lawless, murderous, colluding with aliens, disrupting the court, and even colluding with Chaos.”

Is this all you're going to use to convict me?

Let me tell you, no one in this world can judge me!

Sensing something was wrong, the leaders began to retreat frantically, but Atlas, who had already surrounded them, blocked their way completely.

Horus tried to speak up to stop him, but Rus, who was standing nearby, pulled him back.

In just 30 years, some people have forgotten the fear of being dominated by Atlas. What can be done about these disobedient resources? Only kill them!

However, when Mordred left the venue alone, she saw all the Primarchs who had been waiting for her.

What's coming will come eventually. Mordred didn't care about the list; the only thing she cared about was the most crucial item: stealing the gene seed.

At that moment, Mordred desperately hoped that Old Man Huang would come and support him, but he didn't see the big, golden guy.

"Second brother?"

"Stop asking. Haven't you always been curious about why Atlas can perfectly integrate into any legion?"

The answer lies in the Primal Blood Stack.

No one responded. Logically, each gene seed represented one of their offspring.

However, in reality, Atlas did not steal any Legion's gene seed except for the Ultramarines; they created it themselves.

But regardless, it was a fact that no one could accept that their good older brother and younger brother had kept it from them all along.

Perhaps they will understand later, but for now, no one is trying to stop them. Only Atlas, clad in black and red armor, continues to follow Mordred as always.

Inside the empty bridge, Mordred slumped on the sofa, a dark shadow writhing as a blue head emerged from his chest.

"See, I told you outsiders can't be trusted. No matter how good you are to them, once this little secret is exposed, Atlas will be a wild dog that everyone hates."

Only I am your true partner.

Look at you now, you look like a pitiful little dog. Why don't you go and explain to them, beg them, maybe you can change their minds."

"Shut up, I did nothing wrong!"

Grabbing Morgan's head, Moreid shoved her back into his body, and seeing himself alone on the bridge once again, he finally sighed helplessly.

"Since things have come to this, let's go to sleep first!"

Even as he drifted off to sleep, that restlessness lingered in Mordred's mind.

Mordred, lost in her dream, wandered aimlessly until she finally arrived at the place where the dream began—the Green Grassland!
Looking at the old, red-skinned dog before him, Mordred, unusually, shed tears and cried out:
"Dad, you're not dead?"

(End of this chapter)