Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 271 Run! (Swept)

The so-called mixed learning emphasizes a balanced approach, where everyone benefits equally.

Although it comes at a considerable cost, so too does divine blessing.

If you're not good at it, don't blame the road for being uneven. The so-called divine blessing may seem lofty, but it's just like playing a video game.

The recipient of the blessing is like computer hardware, and the strength of the soul is like the graphics card that processes images. If you want to run AAA games, you must have a solid foundation; otherwise, the Chaos Egg is your only destiny.

This is why the four peddlers are so obsessed with the original gene.

Although the Primarch may seem incredibly weak, capable of being wiped out by a single high-yield nuclear bomb, this is merely on paper; what matters is its prestige.

With dimensional barriers in place, even the mighty Four Gods cannot unleash their full power in the real world, let alone spend most of their time in the subspace.

If a chaotic demon were to come to the real world, no matter how powerful it was before it arrived, once it entered the physical world, you would have to coil up like a dragon or lie low like a tiger; it would be instantly reduced to a dog.

The Primarchs, however, are different. They are essentially sub-gods of the warp and can move freely in the physical world.

His Space Marines may seem normal, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that they are just a replica of the evil god and his powerful demons.
Obtaining a Primarch grants one an army capable of roaming freely between the physical universe and the warp, utterly disrupting the existing order.

Even a piece of steel will face the risk of breaking after repeated bending. Even something as powerful as the Primarch cannot simultaneously bear the blessings of four evil gods.

If someone were truly possessed by the Four Evil Paths, even if they didn't explode instantly, they would become a mentally challenged person who could only babble.

But this is just the general case. Since there are limits to human beings, it would be better not to be human at all. Mordred is a prime example of this.

Because of his overly advanced physical attributes, Mordred, who has strayed further and further from being human, could eat not just one, but four.

As for corrupting the soul, forget about it. He doesn't even have a soul, so how can you corrupt him? He took out the key and looked at it. Wow, it was an electronic lock.

Not to mention Mordred also has high-dimensional properties. Even weasels get a headache just looking at this weird thing, and then they get corrupted and turned into sand sculptures.

Mordred, who got a huge freebie from the sponsorship, is really stuffed. Although she can't fully digest it now, what's in her stomach can't just disappear, right?

Mordred, who stayed in the quiet to digest his food, waited and waited, but no news came. However, he was convinced that his plan was absolutely flawless.

It's just waiting, right? He can afford to wait!

But will Mordred really get what she wants? Tzeentch smiled without saying a word.

Modrid was too naive. He had calculated everything, but he failed to calculate the determination of the Four Gods. Most importantly, he overestimated humanity.

Human desires are like a boulder rolling down a mountain; a mere sliver of temptation can undo all previous efforts.

…………

With the arrival of the Dark Angel, a sudden plague began to ravage Alterama. At first, no one paid attention, but when the plague began to spread wildly at an unreasonable speed, a rebellion suddenly broke out.

For Altramar, which had three legions stationed there, a mere rebellion was nothing to worry about. That's what Johnson thought, and that's what Guilliman thought, until Coz was slashed by a dagger during a rebellion and fell into a coma.

But just as an emperor lays his underwear on the table, the Four Gods went all in this time, spilling out a pot of carefully prepared broth.

Sevenfold plague, sevenfold corruption
Accompanying the bloodshed is an extreme desire, and the hope that should exist is distorted and twisted.

As the plague gradually spread, disagreements began to emerge. The Lion King believed that those infected were no longer human and had to be eliminated in advance.

Guilliman, watching his people suffer from illness and gradually turn into walking corpses, hesitated, the buzzing whispers in his ears making him increasingly irritable.

If Magnus, who was proficient in muscle psychic abilities, were present, he would surely question his existence, for above Guilliman's soul, a gathering of sages was present, with four orbs of light—red, orange, blue, and purple—lying there.

Guilliman's ambitious reputation was known not only to humans, but also to the Four Gods, who were far away behind the curtain. As long as they could take down this blue man, everything would be in their grasp.

But the problem is, it's impossible!

The infusion of Horus went incredibly smoothly, but when it came to Guilliman, that bastard ignored them and just felt a headache.

The whispers of the Lord of Change could not be heard, the wrath of the Blood God could not be stirred, and the allure of the Dark Prince was utterly ineffective. If it weren't for the fact that the Father's plague could still exert its power, the four gods would have begun to doubt the existence of the demon.

Seeing the plague, already scarred and beginning to spread to other worlds, Guilliman finally gritted his teeth and decided to kill.

Koss was the first to suffer. As the dark green and cobalt blue angel of death descended from the sky, countless people welcomed him with utmost sincerity, offering food to greet him.

At this moment when the stars are extinguished, the Emperor's Death Angel is the best medicine to soothe the soul.

But to the Space Marines, there were no humans in front of them, only a group of walking corpses tearing apart flesh and limbs as they charged toward them.

"boom!"

With the roar of the explosive guns, filthy blood splattered across the land as the infected on the entire planet were slaughtered.

Seeing Guilliman in such agony, Johnson, unusually human, offered words of comfort:
“Brother, this is the best outcome. If we don’t do this, even more people will die from the plague. Drop the virus bombs. Only fire can purify everything. We must eradicate the entire planet.”

Having taken this step, there was nothing left to hesitate about. After figuring it out, Kiriman felt his mind clear, and even the noise that had been accommodating him disappeared.

"Alright, let's drop the virus bomb then!"

"But now the Star Torch is extinguished, the Star Language is in chaos, and even the Divine Seal Network has suddenly gone out."

The two Primarchs locked eyes, neither speaking beforehand, but both knowing what the other was thinking. In this eerie atmosphere, several viral bombs were dropped on Koss.

"How about that?"

"That's not a good idea." "Should we also bring Coz along?"

"Then I want to be the War General!"

"Row!"

Guilliman believed this decision was correct; they knew nothing about the outside world, and someone had to stand up, otherwise the rebellion would inevitably become more frequent.

Just as the two were exchanging words and planning to return to Macurag to announce the establishment of the Second Empire, a sudden melee broke out.

Looking at the woman whose neck he was gripping but who was still staring at him with loving eyes, Koz howled and tried to break free of the cage, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not control his body.

The hand slowly tightened; with just a little force, the woman in front of him would have her neck snapped.

"No, no! Please, please let her go!"

Hearing the shouts of battle coming from the outside world, and through Yoton's pupils, which were red from suffocation, Koz saw another version of himself.

His lips, torn to the roots of his ears, maintained a smile, but his eyes held no reason, only madness.

The hand, which should have tightened again, loosened slightly, but before Yoton could catch his breath, it tightened again, over and over, as if teasing a mouse.

Killing her will only make you weak.

"No, she is my mother. Who are you? Let's sit down and talk this over."

A chuckle rang in my ears, and a vision appeared before my eyes: in the sinful land called Noztramo, a baby fell from the sky and streaked across the night.

History was distorted, time was stolen, and two memories fermented in Koz's mind, ravaging his already unstable soul.

In those fragmented memories, the baby who fell into the ground did not receive the love of his older brother, but was accompanied only by hunger and sin.

Why do you get to live such a comfortable life? Why do you get everyone's understanding? Just because of that unspeakable monster?

No, that's not it. If I kill this lowly mortal, everything will be mine. I am the Midnight Ghost, I am the Lord of the Night!

And you, you are nothing but a monster who stole everything from me.

Since you want me to let her go, then so be it. It's a life for a life; give me everything you have.

"Hahaha."

【why are you laughing?】

I laugh at you for not being sincere in your lies.

Kidnappers even use ransom to exchange for hostages. Although I don't know how you appeared, I know that if I agree to your demands, I will die.

The sudden civil unrest in the Midnight Lords was caused by you, yet at least half of them have not gone mad. If I agree to your demands, all my offspring will perish with me.

Use your brain, will you? We're in Macurag right now. Even if you want to take over my body, think about how to escape first.

Those who died outside were Ultramarines, and even Dark Angels.

And I need to correct you on one thing. That wasn't some indescribable monster; it was my second brother. You haven't been unloved your whole life, have you?

You're asking for it!

Perhaps something had been touched, for his hands clenched tightly again, and Yoton could even hear the cracking sounds of his cervical spine straining under the weight.

Looking at Yuton in his hand, whose face had turned red and was gradually turning blue, Koz curled his lips. Even the ghosts that shared the same body did not notice that the shadow under his feet had moved slightly.

A furtive figure peeked out from the shadows.

“She’s just a mortal. Why should I give up myself for her? She’s not my biological mother. My mother died a long time ago.”

【you sure? 】

No, you're stalling for time, but it's pointless. That savage lion and the Muggle Oglin are gone. I have plenty of time to play with you.

Since you say you don't care about this mortal, it would be a waste to kill her. How about I make a pair of gloves for Guilliman instead?

I promise she won't die while I'm skinning her!

"No, please don't! I admit I'm stalling for time. But I'm not waiting for Guilliman. Don't you know that guy's always late?"

Who is that?

"It's me! You damned imposter, get out of my father's body!" A furious shout came as Sevita, covered in blood, leaped to his feet.

Meanwhile, seizing the opportunity, Koz did not fight for full control of his body. Instead, he focused on one thing, raising his free left arm instantly and launching a power claw that flashed with a disintegrating force field, aiming directly at his right arm.

With a flash of blood, the fake object reacted and kicked out, but at that moment, Severta had already hugged Mrs. Euton.

"Hahaha, this is my escape route!"

"Run! Get out of here!"

(End of this chapter)