Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 273 Mother, I miss you so much
Johnson understood what Guilliman, who called himself Robert, was saying, even though it sounded strange.

If it were Mordred, or even Vulcan, they could use scientific knowledge to construct a theoretical framework for the collision of binary worlds based on the information presented.

But for Zhuang Sen, his understanding was that in another world, the emperor had messed everything up, going all out to be inhuman and successfully driving all his offspring into rebellion.

For example, Peturabo's sister, Catherine, was secretly murdered by the Imperial Guard, and the purpose of this was simply that the Emperor wanted a merciless tool.

Not only Kelly Fanny, but also Corax's sister, her adoptive father Luther, and even, according to the other party, Mrs. Euton died suddenly and inexplicably.

In that timeline, there was no familial bond between the Emperor and the Primarch; for the sake of so-called efficiency, all of Angron's gladiator friends were slaughtered.

After Angron's resistance failed, in order to allow the Legion to continue its expedition, the Emperor personally placed a blasphemous artifact from the Dark Ages on the heads of his own offspring and promoted it extensively throughout all Legions.

The mind network developed from the Butcher's Nail ensures that no matter how brutal the Empire's rule, the Space Marines are nothing more than a pack of dogs under its control.

For the first time, Zhuang Sen realized that the metal wire on his brother's head was not decoration, but was called the Butcher's Nail.

And that's not all. In order to make the Great Expedition more efficient, the operations on the other side were so ruthless that even Zhuang Sen thought they were too dark.

The Great Crusade is not bloody and cruel. Even the Iron Hand, which prioritizes rationality, will send a delegation to negotiate when it discovers a new power. Only if the negotiations break down will it resort to military conquest.

The other world is different; they don't give the other side a chance to negotiate at all, they just start killing right away.

Moreover, they treat everyone equally, not only killing aliens but also demi-humans. After killing them, their corpses are not wasted; they are all turned into flesh engines.

This utterly outrageous and unscrupulous behavior was so outrageous that even the Cult of Mechanics couldn't stand it anymore, and Mars was crushed to pieces by the Doomsday Singer, Macado.

If we consider the morality index of an empire to be zero, then the morality index of an empire in another world would be negative.

There was absolutely no chance of resistance, and there was no such thing as imperial truth; all that existed was cruel exploitation and oppression to the point of death.

If anyone dared to utter the slightest criticism, they would be reported by the ever-present spies, dragged out by missionaries, hung on a cross, and burned to ashes.

Yes, according to Robert's account, they did not have Imperial Truth on their side, only the Church of the Holy Emperor.

And the Pope of the Divine Emperor Cult is Luo Jia!

Even more hellish is that, relying on religious brainwashing and the abuse of various blasphemous technologies, the entire galaxy was wiped out by humanity in just two centuries, making them the undisputed rulers of the galaxy.

Even after tasting the power of faith, the empire's inhabitants became dark madmen, their combat power could be said to have broken through the heavens, and everyone was an emperor chosen by the gods.

Relying on countless corpses, after the success of the Great Crusade, the Emperor became even more insane. He even thought of sacrificing all of humanity, then establishing the Pantheon, and launching the Burning Crusade aimed at the Sea of ​​Souls.

Forced into rebellion, the four gods began to fight back spontaneously. With the help of the gods of life, courage, hope, and love, the Primarch was finally freed.

The flames of rebellion cannot be extinguished. In order to correct the father's sins, a war in heaven that lasted for ten thousand years broke out.

Unfortunately, destruction had permeated every aspect of life, and my brothers were driven mad one by one. But thanks to the tenacious resistance of the Black Legion I created, victory was ultimately achieved.

"No, are you sure you're talking about our idiot father? He even skipped out on the bill to steal a plate of beef. It's a bit unethical, but it's not that despicable!"

Human madness, by abandoning morality, can extinguish stars and set galaxies ablaze.

I'm not lying, this is my personal experience, and I must point out that the Emperor doesn't eat beef.

Zhuang Sen understood. Even if it were an ambitious Guilliman or a righteous and kind knight like himself, the only path left for them would be rebellion.

"And then what happens after the victory?"

Although it was an illusion, Johnson could see the helplessness in Robert's expression.

There are no victors, only destruction.

[When we gathered all the power we could to end the Emperor, the real terror had only just begun. Countless cursed legions began to crawl out of the black flames.]

Without the emperor's suppression, true destruction was born.

[Your brother, who was fighting alongside you just a moment ago, may fall, only to rise again a second later, reduced to a skeleton bathed in the flames of destruction, his blade now aimed fiercely at your chest.]

Then the whole world was gone, everything turned to pale ashes, awaiting the next cycle of reincarnation.

"Ah! You are indeed in a terrible state, but that is not a reason for you to possess my brother's body."

In the words of that ambitious Guilliman, "There is still hope; we will never give up."

There were no flowery words or impassioned speeches; the barbarian from the dark jungles of Caliban didn't understand that. He only knew that loyalty was the greatest reward.

"Your suffering is regrettable, but what does it have to do with me?"
Although Father was inhuman, he was at least a human being. He didn't believe the Emperor would become that insane good-for-nothing, nor did he believe his own brother would be possessed by you losers who should have been swept into the trash heap long ago.

Looking at the spirited lion before him, unburdened by anything, Robert, who had reviewed Guilliman's memories, remained silent, his eyes filled with both relief and pain, but mostly with envy.

What the Primarch disliked became happiness in its eyes; the quarrels between brothers were something it had never experienced; the beautiful memories it yearned for, but in the end, it was just a dream.

[If...no, it's over already. Remember your words, you savage lion, countless more pains await you in the future.] [It's unlucky, really. I, who should have had the smoothest journey, was eliminated prematurely. But it's for the best. If I had killed her son, the mother would have been heartbroken.]

The whispers continued, as if they were furious at its retreat, but Robert only found them noisy.

Time was slipping away, and Robert was captivated by everything before him, but his figure was growing fainter and fainter, as if he would disappear at any moment.

But in the end, the Lion King kept his promise. With the Dark Angels' saturation search, Sevita, who was still on the run, finally rejoined the main force.

The good news is that Mrs. Ewton is still alive; the bad news is that she is not alive for long. After losing both legs, she lost both hands and had a large gash in her chest.

Although Koz is currently attacking the right brain with the left brain of Midnight Ghost, the Primarch is the Primarch. The fact that Koz and his son Sevita survived is already the greatest effort they could have made.

Prince Crow, a master of running away, fared even worse. His heart was pierced and he was covered in wounds. His once handsome face was now disfigured.

When Robert saw the pitiful and unconscious Euton before him, he trembled and reached out to stroke the pale face caused by excessive blood loss.

After countless days and nights, and countless longings, it finally saw its mother, and that was enough.

One after another, eerie blue sparks lit up, like moths drawn to a flame, and entered Yoton's body, clearing away the bloodstains and soothing her pain.

Robert's existence is crumbling, but it has no regrets. Its wish has been fulfilled, and it has nothing left to cherish.

"Radish, is that you?"

The woman wanted to reach out and touch her child, but unfortunately, her hands were empty.

Even the Lion King, who was not good at understanding human nature, could not stand it any longer. Perhaps because he had also eaten Mordred's flesh and blood, some kind of amazing wisdom began to form in his mind.

He quickly stepped forward and supported Euton's torso, taking the place of a mother as she reached out to stroke her child.

【…】

Looking at Zhuang Sen's grinning, goofy face, if Robert had known it would turn out like this, it would have saved some of its strength to hit him. Unfortunately, it was about to dissipate.

Mother, I've made many mistakes, but I've never forgotten what you look like. I really miss you.

"No, no matter who you are or what you have done, I know you will always be my proudest child."

Just one word of affirmation from Yoton was enough to make this soul, which refused to fade away even in death, cry like a child.

Robert glanced at his mother one last time, then looked at Zhuang Sen and warned:
My brothers won't be as easy to talk to as I am; they've already gone mad, a bunch of evil spirits yearning for resurrection.

Do not hesitate; only by killing them can your brother live.

Finally, beware of the Emperors; they have more than one target.

"who is it?"

Robert shook his head, indicating he wasn't sure: "But whoever has the highest value is the ultimate target."

Without any hesitation, the Lion King stretched out his hand and pointed to himself: "Me?"

Robert, who should have vanished, fell silent. Driven by some obsession, he managed to pry up a sliver of Guilliman's strength and slapped him across the face.

[Goodbye, my eternally foolish brother.]

"No, tell me how to rescue my brother!"

[To rebuild after destruction, kill him first.]

As soon as he finished speaking, Robert completely vanished, turning into countless blue specks of light that rushed toward his mother, whom he had been waiting for so long.

Freed from Robert's control, Guilliman instantly sobered up. Looking at his tearful mother and the dark angels surrounding him, he finally spoke and asked:
"Mother, why are you crying?"

"It's nothing, I just lost a son."

Guilliman felt like he was missing something, but he felt he shouldn't ask any more questions now.

Nobody wants to spoil the mood, but there are always a few clueless people who don't care.

Claws gleaming with cold light descended from the sky, stabbing at the prey that had escaped from his grasp.

The midnight ghost has arrived.

…………

Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, Fugrim was deep in thought as he looked at the message from his offspring.

"What do you mean Feralas was having a sex party behind my back?"

(End of this chapter)