Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 260 really can't fit in anymore!

"Nios, you bastard, is this how you act as emperor?"

"You're talking nonsense! I am the emperor! Get off Macado right now!"

The first Human Lord Unrestricted Fighting Tournament is underway. Huang Fang is a morally bankrupt, low-character, and powerful but brainless Golden Boss.

The black player is a witch doctor who is equally morally bankrupt, extremely despicable, and possesses immense brute force; he has no brains.

Despite being called the God of War from Hell, as a yellow-skinned creature, his credit score has plummeted to rock bottom. If you scan a shared bike, you might just transform into a Decepticon and start hacking at him.

The supreme technique known as the God of War of Hell requires an absolute powerhouse with telepathic communication. As for the yellow weasel, who is so inhuman, no one who wholeheartedly plays with him ends up well.

Don't you remember the first general, Orpeson? He fled before the war of unification was even over. If he had fled any later, it's possible that more than just Macado would have been reduced to ashes.

Ultimately, only Makado, this old thick rice, can serve as the vessel for the God-Emperor. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't let you use a single hair.

In terms of combat power alone, even if the emperor of the 30k era were to sit at the card table, he would only be fit to sit at the children's table. He would be far inferior to the god-emperor who has been prayed for by billions of humans for thousands of years.

But at this moment, His Majesty the God-Emperor, who obeyed the name of the Father, was only a wisp of thought, without even a physical body, and could only possess the old horse's body.

"Fight your mother! You dog, how dare you lie to me about my father? You didn't expect that, did you? My father died a long time ago!"

"Tsk, yes, that's right. Our dad died early. It's a good thing he died early, otherwise he would have been so angry at your behavior that he would have died of anger."

The two sides were evenly matched, but I had the advantage, and neither could gain the upper hand. The battle was extremely intense for a time.

Kicks to the groin, throat locks, toe stomps, spitting, ear pulling, and hair-pulling were all common occurrences. The two men were wrestling wildly on the ground like thugs.

Unfortunately, being emperors, they shared the same ideas and had the same skill list, like two groundhogs fighting, choking each other and gazing at the moon for balance.

But in the end, experience prevails. The God-Emperor, now possessing Makado's body, used the "Old Tree Roots" technique to lock the weasel's arm. Seizing the opportunity, he used his free right hand to pull out his scepter and thrust it into that round, big buttock.

"Ow!!"

With a piercing scream, Marshal Waldo, the Imperial Guard commander acting as the curtain-raiser, rushed into the room, but was immediately driven back by two shouts of cursing:

"Get out!" ×2
"Alright, I'll be off right away. Your Majesty, please take care of yourself."

As the Emperor's top henchman, Waldo had nothing else to offer but upright conduct and a calm demeanor. In particular, he was open-minded. When he saw the other guards looking at him, he quickly waved his hand, indicating that they should not listen to what they should not listen to or look at what they should not look at.

Waldo finally understood. He shouldn't be behind the door, but under the carriage. His Majesty was playing a little game with the one who held the seal, so why should he get involved?

Besides, His Majesty really acted inhumanely, and he deserved to end up like this. If we angered the Second Prince and he ran away, who would give us the opportunity to take a vacation on public funds?

Although, like the Space Marines, the Imperial Guard are also staunch supporters of the Emperor, they are not without their own independent consciousness and their own hidden agendas.

Inside the secret chamber, the emperor, his rear end sticking out and his body trembling, lay limp on the ground. A little boy with red lips and white teeth was frantically stomping on his head with his bare feet, cursing incessantly.
"You bastard, if it weren't for your crazy borrowing and your brain being stuck in your ass, would I have been sitting on that damn toilet for 1 years?"
You've made it so I can't even scratch my nose. It's all your fault. If you were a decent human being, I wouldn't be in such a miserable state.

Do you know how I've survived these past 1 years? Look into my eyes!

I can't even talk to anyone. Those damn Imperial Guards are all freaks. They say they're protecting my safety, but what the hell do I need them to protect me?

Another stomp. Macado's toes plunged into the Emperor's nostrils, brutally crushing him:
"You haven't left the palace for a full 1 years, hiding there like a shut-in. Being a shut-in is one thing, but you also don't wear clothes and are covered in oil. Do you think that's worthy of the Achilles armor? This is all your doing."

And you, Makado, old Makado, I really miss you so much, but those god-like judges you left behind are real beasts.

The Inquisition of the Aliens is full of aliens, the Inquisition of the Demons is full of demons, and even our holy Terra has been defiled.

Having been prayed to by the human empire for a full 1 years, and with the sources of those beliefs not only being humans but also various other supernatural entities, the god-emperor who guarded the golden throne alone had long since gone mad.

The fragments of consciousness could all have fought another war to unify Terra, but for the first time, when facing their former selves, these fragments of consciousness united as one.

Seeing that the weasel at his feet was still stubborn, the Emperor, growing increasingly angry, grabbed the scepter and repeatedly thrust it in and out.
"No, don't move! It really won't go in anymore! What are you doing? What did I do to deserve this? What's the point of torturing me? I am you!"

"I know, but I'm happy to do it. When you were borrowing money like crazy, did you ever think about this day coming?"

"But I didn't intend to pay it back!"

"..."

"You bastard, you even betrayed your future self! Oh, so it was me. No wonder. But I'm the one who's suffering."

In the eyes of the God Emperor, the yellow weasel with blood gushing from its rear end was a dark history he could never erase. How could he have been born like this? No wonder he was now abandoned by everyone.

As for the fact that his past self was indeed himself, the God Emperor never considered it. Trying to reason with him was utter nonsense; might makes right. He was never wrong; the fault lay with his past self, not with the present me.
"Stop playing dead. Now, right now, go and find peace, or everything will be ruined."

"What? You're not convinced? Then I'll have to keep a close eye on you."

No one understands the emperor better than the God Emperor. Without any hesitation, he directly pulled out the tormented scepter of refined gold.

With another piercing scream, the door was kicked open from the inside. Looking at the white-haired boy dragging the emperor like a dead dog, Waldo subconsciously swallowed.

"Um, Your Majesty, you can't hit me after you hit him, right?"

"Enough with the nonsense! Prepare the boat; we don't have much time left."

Time was running out. In a corner where no detector could find them, unlike the card room where the subspace entities had gathered together before, the four vendors huddled together on their own.

From the perspective of the four vendors, they were the victims. Their partners, who were supposed to be playing a great game with them, got too caught up in the game and first proposed a particularly cool plan to raise funds together.

Then the four of us contributed money, effort, and manpower, and in the end you bastard ran off with the money, leaving us not a single one of the 21 Primarchs, and even jumped onto the table to become a pawn yourself.

This is no ordinary deadbeat; we must strike hard. Since you are so stubborn and unrepentant, don't blame us for overturning the table.

…………

Inside the Emperor Dream, the Emperor, who had been brutally violated, was still sticking his butt out, but his eyes were flashing with a strange light, just like a weasel that had seen a delicious roast chicken.

"Hey bro, stop looking all stern. Now that you've made it this far, tell me what the future holds."

Will the Netway Project be a complete success? Our empire will be thriving, and I'll be able to retire in glory, taking those troublesome kids with me to a secluded garden paradise to live out my days!

I've already chosen my target world. Although the name doesn't sound very auspicious, it's called Arthas. The environment there is beautiful, almost exactly like the former Holy Terra.

Then I can rebuild Rome, make Horus the consul, Peturabo and Dorne the architects, and Anglon the doctor.

I'm also going to lease a large tract of land for Mortarion. He loves growing things, and maybe he can even use the grain to make wine.

The vineyards can't be neglected either. Although the wine from Barn isn't even as good as urine, Old Nine loves fruit the most. As for Mordred, it's perfect for him to collect taxes..."

The emperor, outwardly socially awkward but inwardly secretly passionate, was out there explaining his plans, but the god-emperor beside him only saw pain in his eyes.

"do not talk."

"what?"

“I told you to stop talking. Since you have so much to say, why don’t you say it to them in person? Why wait until it’s too late to salvage the situation?”

Looking at his suddenly enraged self, through Makado's boyish appearance, the Emperor saw a broken skeleton like black mud, with empty eye sockets that held no future, only darkness.

Countless souls burned in the silt, the decaying empire continued to die, and there was no shortage of firelight in the darkness, but the sparks were too small, and even if they burned everything, they could not alleviate the giant's suffering in the slightest.

"So, we failed?"

Yes, but will you admit defeat?

Their eyes met, one gold, one black, facing the interrogation of their future selves. Even with blood still seeping from their buttocks, they still revealed arrogant laughter:

"Admit defeat? You must be joking."

If the outcome cannot be changed, then let the galaxy, the whole world, and the warp burn fiercely!

"Fuck you, God! No one can judge me, and even the heavens, I'll tear a hole in them!"

"Good! As expected of me, you have guts. Have you thought about how Ning Jing will apologize?"

The emperor looked astonished and said, "I did nothing wrong, why should I admit it? You dragged me here, and the empire is in this mess because of you. What does it have to do with me?"
Upon hearing this, the Divine Emperor smiled with relief:
"Fine, you want to play like this? In that case, I've got plenty of tricks and ruthlessness to deal with. Bend over properly, it might hurt a little!"

"Big Silly Huang, what are you doing?"

"God Emperor Explosive Fist!"

"Ah-"

(End of this chapter)