Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 272 Galaxy Elbow King

During one of the Primarchs' training exercises, Johnson once commented on Guilliman in this way:

“My brother is great in every way, but his only problem is that he’s not like a soldier.”

Thinking too much isn't necessarily a good thing, and Guilliman was such a person. He was thinking all the time, even during battle, half of his brain was occupied with random thoughts.

Even as his opponent's sword came flying at him, Guilliman's 32 possible solutions were still locked in a battle of wits, and even his reputation for ambition was being undermined by this.

If you are a highly decorated commander, the Lord of Fire Dragons might give you a huge hug that could crush steel, with fiery passion that anyone could feel.

But Guilliman wouldn't do that. He would think about which angle, which posture, even the force and time he should use. His emotions were real, but it felt fake to others.

This personality trait means being thorough in all aspects in normal times, but in battle it means being overly cautious. Even if Guilliman, an RTS player, could definitely win a few simulations, he would end up being killed in one hit right away, because he couldn't even wait until then.

But when news of the internal strife in Makurag arrived, Johnson saw anger in his brother, who was more like a politician than a warrior, for the first time, making the Lion King the most clear-headed person:

"Brother, calm down. Take your hand off the extermination order. Macurag is your home planet. You can't do something so outrageous."

"Think of Mrs. Euton, what if she's still alive?"

"you sure?"

Johnson wasn't sure, after all, through satellite images they had seen Koz frantically slaughtering the Ultramarines, and the blood-stained white cloth bearing the Consul's insignia on his right arm...

If that doesn't prove anything, then the two thighs hanging around Coz's waist were the final spark that ignited Guilliman's fire.

The current situation is extremely strange. There are Night Lords who are killing insanely, Night Lords who are defending Hera Fortress, and even Night Lords who are hunting down the Primarch.

The question now is, who should we attack? Who is the traitor? The Lion King's mind is about to explode.

Johnson knew what Eudon meant to Guilliman, just as Luther meant to him, but he still couldn't understand why Coz ​​had gone mad.

But the Lion King also knew that not all of the Eighth Legion had betrayed them; the Midnight Lords were still resisting in Macragge. The most important thing now was to find someone knowledgeable to get the facts straight.

"Wait, what's that? Guilliman, look! I think I've found your mother."

Through the rapidly magnified holographic image, a figure frantically fleeing through the ruins came into view, and the half-figure tied to his chest was none other than Yodon.
Perhaps sensing that he was being watched, Sevita, who was frantically fleeing, looked up at the sky and waved his hands rapidly, clearly trying to convey some message.

"Don't believe anyone who can defeat the falsehood and save me."

Upon seeing that his mother was still alive, Guilliman was instantly deflated and turned to walk towards the airdrop pod. Lion King did not hesitate at all and immediately ordered Freedom to open fire.

Time passed slowly, and as the airdrop hatch opened, the cobalt blue giant was the first to emerge.

Looking at the street before him, which resembled a slaughterhouse, and the skeletons of civilians hanging from streetlights, Guilliman's sanity was burning wildly. The whispers around him were becoming increasingly annoying.

"Cod soup! Why make soup out of cod? What's so fun about that? You're asking me to have fun? My mom's dying, and you're asking me to have fun?"

Stop insulting me with your nonsense, get out!

With a single punch, the Lion King sent the Midnight Lord's head flying. Hearing the sound, he looked to his right and saw red, blue, green, and purple lights flashing repeatedly above Guilliman's head, giving off a sense of exasperation. Meanwhile, his brother's eyes were bloodshot, and he was waving his elbows back and forth.

As expected, as Guilliman was immediately locked in a hardened state, the Ultra Warriors who accompanied him also encountered problems, becoming dull and dazed.

Although not good at thinking, the Lion King, driven by some kind of wild intuition, believed that this might be the reason why Coz ​​had gone mad.

To protect the group of androids, the Dark Angels began to gradually tighten their defenses, and just then, two half-crippled figures suddenly sprang out from the ruins.

Thankfully, they weren't wearing helmets. Just as the Dark Angel was about to pull the trigger, the Lion King roared, stopping his offspring from accidentally killing friendly fire.

The disheveled figure was none other than Sol and Shen, the deputy commanders of the Eighth Army Corps.

"Your Highness, our father is still alive! Please save him! It was not our father who ordered the massacre of Makula, but a fake possessing him."

"The counterfeit you're talking about, is it this?"

Following the lion king's gaze, the two saw the blue man kneeling on the ground.

Perhaps because it was too Muggle-like, the Chaos Magic that should have turned any Primarch into an idiot, despite the four vendors adding layers of pressure, did not turn Guilliman into a puff.

Instead, after Guilliman frantically swung his elbows, a gloomy-faced Guilliman phantom was being expelled from his body.

In this situation, a young Dark Angel priest subconsciously exclaimed, "Is this some kind of personality expulsion?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the interrogating priest. His blood-stained fists rose and fell, but in the end, the Lion King held back.
"Nemir, if you read any more inappropriate books, I'll smash your head off."

"But Father, this is clearly personality exaggeration! That's how it's drawn in the notebook, and how did you know?"

"Throw him into the Fearless!" "What? But Father, I'm not injured at all! Why should I go into the Fearless? Could that comic book be...?"

"Slap!" Enough is enough; there's no need to endure it any longer.

Before the kid could have another chance to court disaster, Kai, seeing the situation was turning bad, kicked Nemir in the legs, breaking both of his legs and saving the unfortunate kid from the pitiful fate of having an empty head.

The Dark Angels' purge continues, with screams echoing through the internal communications. The Lion King knows that his murdered offspring must have encountered Koz, but he also knows he cannot leave.

"If I had known they were going to switch sides, I wouldn't have brought Guilliman along. That idiot is completely useless and only holds me back, even against Ruth."

[Seriously, I never expected to be controlled by him. Are you all idiots?]

"You can talk?" The Lion King was astonished. The half-human figure in front of him could speak human language and even mock him with his eyes!

The Lion King wasn't the only one surprised; so was Robert Guilliman, the chosen one of the Four Gods, the father of a million Ultra Warriors, the most evil, the most powerful, the most domineering, and the invincible leader of the Black Legion, who had traveled from afar.

In that devastated world, burned to pale ashes by the flames of destruction, leaving only three mouths in the void—one shouting "I am not a god," another shouting "It was all part of the plan," and the third shouting "In this deathly silent world, where everything is made of steel inside and out," everything has become meaningless.

If it remains silent, then this world will, like all the timelines destroyed by the Dark Lord, begin an endless cycle.

But under the brilliant plan of a certain genius, the four gods, who should have been sabotaging each other, chose to cooperate for the first time, dragging over this group of dregs who should have been remade.

Every cause has an effect, and all of this stems from Mordred, this variable.

If it were a normal plan, although He calls Himself the Master of All Changes, to be honest, that blue slime monster that always manages to fail, in terms of sheer abstraction, He might not actually be able to outmaneuver Mordred.

The table was piled high with chips; almost every player had put their underwear on it. If they were going to flip the table, they might as well flip it big.

Since you, Mordred, have sown the seed, let's plant another branch before the sapling fully grows, so that it may bear the fruit we desire.

Looking at Guilliman, who was still elbowing him wildly even though he had lost his own consciousness, Robert smiled with relief. This was completely different from the brother he remembered. Although still savage, he had become somewhat more human.

Don't look at me like that, and don't draw that ridiculous sword of yours. You can't help him; he has to rely on himself.

"..."

Are you wondering how I know what you're thinking? Please, after all, it was the three of us who founded the Third Reich, the three of us who launched the great rebellion, and I was the one who personally put you on the throne of War General.

"I've really become a war commander?"

It was that familiar feeling; although everything had faded away, Zhuang Sen's obsession with Zhan Shuai remained the same no matter where he was.

Yes, you did become the Warmaster on the day we killed our father, and then your head was cut off by him, while our brother Dorne was nailed to the palace gates.

Possession is not only about taking over a target, but also about abandoning oneself. Guilliman is frantically elbowing himself, and he can see his memories.

Through the pool of blood, the imposter named Robert saw his now corrupted and inhuman self.

Ignoring the whispers around him, he didn't care about the deal or the contract; all he wanted now was to see that figure one more time.

Stop elbowing me! I fucking told you to stop elbowing me!

Unfortunately, Guilliman is Guilliman. Even with two souls in one body, he couldn't hear anything at all, so he could only look at Zhuang Sen to the side.

Why do I keep running into you, you savage, everywhere I go? Even if it's Ruth, it would be better.

"Let's make a deal. You control him and bring Mrs. Euton over, and I'll tell you what I know."

"Why should I believe you?"

I knew a leopard can't change its spots; even if it has some understanding of human nature, it's still just a savage lion.

[The Knights of the Jungle, through thirty years of wind and rain, I love my father, and my father loves me, Luther, I really love you so much—hehe.]

"Stop talking, I'll tie Guilliman up right now."

The group of dark angels kept their eyes closed and their backs turned, looking at the explosive guns in their hands with obvious disbelief.

Only Nemir, the uncrowned champion whose legs were broken, had a flicker in his eyes, wanting to ask for clarification, but was caught in the act by Kai, who pinched his mouth shut.

Even with his arms bound by chains, Guilliman continued to swing his elbows unconsciously, which served Robert's purpose: he had to see that figure one more time.

But its very first words made Zhuang Sen lose his composure:
Beware of the Emperor!

(End of this chapter)