Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 274 We Have No Brains
Koz is very strong, belonging to the top tier even among the Primarchs.

With the ability to always anticipate the enemy's moves and the instinct to stealth at the peak of skill, he can even put up a fight against Mordred in the first encounter.

But if Coz actually runs into Mordred, he'll find that his second brother is even harder to kill than Vulcan.

Vulcan is an immortal being. He may seem like a numerical monster, but he is actually a mechanical monster. He is born with a resurrection armor, and it can be stacked infinitely. The only limitation for him is the resurrection bar.

But Mordred is different. Although he always calls himself a knight of justice, even copying the Dark Angel's legion paint scheme, he always likes to take his watermelon knife and small pistol to the battlefield, talking about hard work and sweat.

In reality, Mordred is a pure, unadulterated numerical monster. There is almost no skill required. Her health bar is off the charts, and her skill bar is ridiculously short. You could play her even if you just let a dog log in.

He's a natural counter to skill-based players like him.

Similarly, Atlas may seem to be running logistics, but as everyone knows, the cooks in the kitchen are all amazing people. With their two-meter-tall physiques, they look like a mountain of meat.

This is why Atlas was always able to rise to the middle ranks in other legions before Mordred's return.

After all, that's the Empire's aesthetic: bigger is better, more is more beautiful. Among the average seven-foot Space Marines, the nine-foot-tall Atlas stands out so much.

If we remove Mordred, who is a numerical monster, then Lion King would definitely rank among the top Tier 1 Primarchs.

Just as all Primarchs believe that others are inferior to themselves, even after removing Lion King and the useless Guilliman, Midnight Ghost believes that he has surrounded everyone and that the advantage is in his hands!

Before anyone could react, the power claw aimed at Yoton was blocked by the greatsword, and the violent collision created a dazzling spark.

The Lion King abandoned his sword and threw a punch. Despite being several sizes taller than Coz, he lunged forward and aimed straight for vital points.

However, the Midnight Ghost was no ordinary creature. Even with Coz trying to sabotage it, its murderous intent remained undiminished; it had already seen everything.

Johnson's tactics were meaningless to him; among countless outcomes, he had already found the best path.

Risking a fatal blow to the head, he narrowly dodged the Lion King's Flying Head Punch, his right arm still stained with blood as he continued to stab with his power claw, aimed directly at Yoton.

With just a gentle touch, Coz, who witnessed Euton's death, would be unable to resist it any longer, and it would be whole again.

The attack, which should have been a sure hit among countless outcomes, missed its target, and the one who thwarted the assassination attempt was none other than Guilliman, whose eyes were bloodshot.

Although she has never won a single battle and is constantly ridiculed as a weakling by the eldest and second eldest brothers, Guilliman's sparring partners are Mordred and Johnson. If anyone dares to harm her mother, that honest man can be more terrifying than anyone else when he goes berserk.

Having already gone wild, Guilliman didn't hesitate at all, throwing all his moves and techniques to the back of his mind. Despite the excruciating pain of his power claw piercing his waist, he lunged at Midnight Ghost, who was still in mid-air.

This sudden collision disrupted Midnight's plans, but even so, Midnight, who possessed the ability to foresee the future, remained calm.

Its uncontrollable prophetic abilities brought it endless suffering, but also gave it the advantage of always having the first move.
[You damned bastard, you're going to attack my throat next.]

The midnight ghost, with its precognitive ability, shrank downwards, a smile gradually spreading across its face. It had already envisioned the outcome of smashing Yoton's head; it was far too easy.

But as everyone knows, opening champagne at halftime never ends well. Midnight Ghost, who hadn't even finished laughing, was kicked in the chest by a size 58 blue foot.

【How can it be! 】

No, it's just a coincidence.

Unless the two sides are evenly matched, a life-or-death struggle can be decided in an instant.

The God of War leaped, the God of War fell; in the blink of an eye, before the Space Marines could react, a sudden assassination attempt was abruptly halted. Accompanied by a damp, dark, and dense fog, a golden-blue storm swept out. The Midnight Wraith, its rhythm disrupted, tried to escape, but the verdant vines emerging from the void gave it no chance.

【right】

"Bang!" A sudden heavy punch appeared in front of it, knocking it off balance.

【left】

The Lion King, with a gloomy expression, emerged from the left. Midnight Ghost perfectly defended against the Lion King's attack, but soon a blue elbow strike pierced its kidney from behind.

【right】

After blocking Guilliman's wild punch, a groin kick came from the left.

Enveloped in thick fog, the Midnight Wraith is attacked from all sides. Its precognitive abilities, which should be uncanny, frequently fail. Under the combined attack of the two Primarchs, more and more illusions appear in its eyes.

The midnight ghosts, who were originally able to keep up with the prophecies, gradually became burdened by illusions, and even saw multiple prophecies that were completely opposite.

Even though Guilliman was clearly going to attack its chest from the right, a powerful punch came from behind instead. The previous prophecy had just been formed when a new one was about to overturn it.

Soon, after being brutally beaten with over a hundred punches, the once invincible Midnight Ghost finally collapsed. Even in the end, it couldn't understand why its prophecy was attacking the right brain from the left.

Looking at the fake creature, which was wrapped in layers of vines and had not a single good spot on its body, the Lion King and Guilliman, who were also bruised and swollen, looked at it with displeasure.

What seemed like a long time had actually lasted less than five seconds. Giving it no chance to resist, the Lion King shooed away the Dark Angel who tried to approach, and grabbed the fake head that was occupying his brother's body, demanding:
"Demon, get out of my brother's body!"

【Don’t even think about it! 】

Knowing this bastard would say that, the Lion King didn't hesitate. He picked up his greatsword and stabbed down, severing his good brother's hands and feet to ensure he had no ability to resist.

"now what?"

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare."

"Do you think I don't dare?"

【Then come on over!】

Lion King certainly wouldn't dare. If Koz really betrayed him, that would be one thing; he would kill anyone who dared to betray him. But the problem is that the thing in front of him isn't Koz.

They couldn't kill him, nor could they save him. Could it be that, as the thing possessing Guilliman said, they had to slit his throat first to cure him?

What if you die immediately after slitting your throat?
That would be tantamount to killing his own brother, something Zhuang Sen could not accept.

After much hesitation and discussion with Guilliman, the two decided to lock the thing up, stuff it into the static field, and then deal with the group of crazed Midnight Lords.

With two powerful factions serving one person, the Midnight Lord couldn't make any waves at all. But unlike the Midnight Lord, who was unloved by his father and mother and even considered worthless by the four Chaos Gods, the Iron Hand, one of the three heroes of the Great Expedition, was different.

A massacre is unfolding silently.

(End of this chapter)