Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 270 All of this was part of the plan

"Second brother, is this also part of your plan?"

Seeing Luo Jia and Angron completely bewildered by the disappearance of the starlight, Mordred showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, she reached out and embraced them both, replying with a smug look:

"That's right, it's all part of my plan!"

“You didn’t believe me when I told you before, but now you see, right? This is the first step of the big plan—the Dead Hand Plan.”

This so-called "deadly plan" is to first throw the entire empire into chaos; if the mountain won't come to us, we'll go to the mountain.

Mordred patted the two on the shoulder and whispered mysteriously:

"Now that the signal has been sent, it means that Old Man Huang has made his choice and successfully transformed into the Supreme Emperor Weapon."

In any case, we have completed the most difficult step and secured the most important safety net.

As for the rest, no matter how you look at it, the battle force is 8000 million to 100 million, plus your two legions, the advantage is on my side!

"Luojia, although I've been trying to correct your values, the weasel has indeed reached the half-step god realm, and you've managed to pull through."

"Then forget it. So-called religion is just a self-deceiving idea. Gods have long been killed by human reason. The thought that the god I devoutly believe in is a wretched thing like my father always makes me feel uncomfortable."

Luo Jia's reply pleased Mordred greatly, and he was increasingly delighted with it. However, Angron raised a question:
"Second Brother, since your plan is so flawless, where is our enemy?"

"good question!"

Mordred gestured for the two to sit down, then pulled out a galactic star map and began pointing at it:
"Do you see it? Tranquility is located in the center of the Empire, at a major transportation hub, and has been continuously built up by Atlas for nearly 200 years."

In this galactic transportation network that spans the entire empire, tranquility is the most important core node. As long as the situation is clear, we can go there immediately to set things right.

Conversely, anyone who wants to conquer Terra must get through our impenetrable defenses.

As for the so-called enemies you speak of, Luo Jia, you might be, and Anglong, you might be, but the problem is, neither of you are right now.”

"So, Second Brother, you're the traitor?"

Before Angron could finish speaking, he was slapped to the ground, and then Mordred cursed:
"Bullshit, is your brain full of shit? This proves that my assumption is correct. With me watching over you two, there shouldn't be any problems. This also means that Dorn and Pepe won't have any problems either. Oh, and Magnus too."

Our most important task now is to remain still and wait for someone to act as the bait, and that person is Horus.

And most importantly, Angron, don't you know that I, Mordred, am the most loyal person in the entire Empire? This is something you can just think about; why say it aloud?

Rubbing his nose, which was already chapped, Anglong dared not speak out, afraid of being beaten for saying the wrong thing again. He could only say that his second brother was right.

"But judging by the time it's about right, I have to help Horus out, otherwise with his weak constitution, I'm really afraid he won't be able to handle it!"

The two were baffled by this strange talk, but Mordred had his reasons. The spire of the hive where the three of them were located began to slowly open, revealing a pitch-black throne wrapped in countless layers of cables.

If we broaden our perspective, the two Primarchs would surely discover that, in the tranquil North and South Poles, there is also a tall, spiraling spire.

"what is this?"

"Black glass, but I prefer to call it the Frozen Throne."

Without much explanation, after receiving confirmation within the mind network, Mordred plopped down on the so-called Frozen Throne.

As one of the prototypes of the Golden Throne, Black Glass also possesses great power, but Mordred does not want to become a god. He only needs a key that can pierce through the world. Mordred is not even willing to spend the energy required; he just wants to get it for free.

Amidst the bewildered expressions of the two Primarchs, Rambo led several Space Marines to the Frozen Throne, standing in groups of four at each of the four corners of the throne.

Located in the northwest, Rambo pulled out a tray. Thanks to his height advantage, the two Primarchs could see that there were eight rats on the tray.

After exchanging glances with his boss, Rambo drew his tactical knife and slit the throats of the eight rats, soaking the entire tray in blood.

Then he took out a bag of dog food that looked very expensive, sprinkled it on the dead rat, and wrote a crooked eight on the side of the tray with chalk.

After Rambo finished doing all this, he handed the chalk to Akulduna, the eldest son of the phoenix, who was located in the southwest. However, Akulduna did not take the tray, but instead took a soup pot.

Under Mordred's approving gaze, the sword master, who could rival Sigismund for the title of the greatest swordsman below the Primarch, had an abstract expression, seemingly making some enormous psychological decision.

But upon seeing the black sword Mordred casually handed him, his expression changed from hesitation to determination, and he began to start a fire and cook.

Luo Jia could vouch for herself with her own eyes; all she saw were common ingredients, and even the seasonings were just seven simple kinds.

But when the emperor's son put the ingredients into the pot and stir-fried them briefly, a plume of green poisonous smoke suddenly billowed out. Mordred dipped her finger into the thick soup and put it in her mouth, and even she couldn't help but give him a thumbs up. But Akul, who was praised by the Primarch, became even more melancholy and picked up a piece of chalk to draw a seven in front of the soup pot.

The chalk circulated once again, this time ending up in the hands of Kiaran, a young Eldar girl and one of the four Atlas Kings.

Unlike the others, Kiaran, located in the southeast corner, was very excited because she knew she was courting death, but the extreme pleasure that came with it made her face flush with excitement.

The item she took was also quite unusual. Accompanied by some indescribable sound, an indescribable substance covered in viscous fluid was placed on the tray, with the number six written on it.

Angron and Luojia looked at each other, feeling powerless to speak. They could tell that this was some strange ritual, but the offering was too abstract.

Dead rat, a pot of stinky soup, a [illegible], something just doesn't seem right. Shouldn't it be normal to kill thousands or tens of thousands of people?

They still lack experience. The so-called ceremony is just a gimmick. It's like chatting. As long as the other person is willing, you can send a smiley face at 2 a.m. and they can write an 800-word essay.

Seeing that it was finally his turn, Brian, the Black Knight leader who was Atlas's first Black Glove and firmly believed that Atlas had no secrets, took the chalk.

Compared to the others, what Brian was holding was much more normal—a book. But as soon as the book appeared, a sudden blue light enveloped the chalk and wrote a nine in the northeast corner.

There's a sense of eagerness about it.

Such a strange phenomenon prompted Luo Jia to recite the title of the book: "108 Moves That Even Oglin Can Count to 100".

Heartless slaughter where blood and courage coexist, rotting depravity where life and death stagnate, an insatiable sense of ecstasy, a hellish storm where hope and change are intertwined.

The ceremony was complete, the offerings were in place, and Mordred, seated on the Frozen Throne, grew increasingly arrogant, roaring to the heavens:

"Now, immediately, right now, what are you four pieces of trash waiting for? Quickly give me your blessing."

However, Mordred's howl did not elicit any response, as if he had completely fallen out of favor.

Even Luo Jia and Anglong thought their brother had gone mad. How could he possibly accept such a thing? He was using a dead rat as a sacrifice; this was more than just a perfunctory gesture.

Time passed second by second, and just as Mordred began to marvel that even a simp had learned to open his eyes and see the world.

The sudden, immense pressure swept across the entire planet, tearing a hole in the veil of reality. Four beams of light descended from the sky, pouring into his body.

With an unparalleled surge of power, Mordred's body rapidly expanded.

With four arms and six eyes, a long tail and sharp teeth, its sharp bone wings, carrying emerald green lightning, shot out, and jet-black liquid metal, as if alive, clung to every inch of its skin.

An inverted spire emerged from the void, and through the light screen, a steel angel, also possessing metallic wings and wrapped in layers of furnace cables, soared through the air.

The surging, boiling fel fire burned fiercely, and countless Legion demons raised their right hands, joining the tranquil Atlas in a hymn of loyalty:

"Hey ha, I've lived up to the Legion's expectations!"

With a deafening roar, and empowered by the black glass, the sky shattered instantly, and the Burning Legion appeared before the world for the first time.

"Ah, such power, I lack nothing."

With the blessing of free and the summoning of the Legion, Mordred believed that with him sharing the burden, the pressure on the other Primarchs would be greatly reduced.

"Everything is going according to plan!"

Meanwhile, these words also came from the mouth of a certain blue slime:
"This was all part of my plan!"

Why are you still wearing that long face, you dog-headed man? Don't you want to reclaim the debt that rightfully belongs to us? Stop thinking nonsense, I just want to laugh whenever you try to think.

You're such a dog, that silly dog ​​is really cute. Doesn't he know that Fenris also has a web portal?

Don't think that just because you've pinned Magnus down, I can't do anything to him. I have plenty of tricks and methods up my sleeve, and all of this is in the works...

"Noisy."

With a single sword stroke, the soft mud before him vanished. The Blood God's eyes, enveloped in layers of blood and brass, flickered. No matter how he tried to escape, the red mark on the chest of that dark figure remained strikingly conspicuous.

"No, it shouldn't be like this. No matter what, I must bring you back to my side."

Mordred, I really love you so much!

(End of this chapter)