Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 276 Tranquil Past Events

Do robots dream about electric sheep?

This question may never be answered, but Feralas believes he dreams of dogs.

The moment Guts suddenly darted out, perhaps because he was completely filled with tentacles, Ferrus's vision flashed like a marquee.

"I remember it was more than a century ago when Horus suddenly left, leaving me to take command of the fleet in his place and, incidentally, to guide my brother, Fugrim."

"Ah! That was the first time I met Fogg. It was an eternal meeting. He was so radiant, like a proud phoenix that would never bow its head."

A socially minded engineering student encounters a young social terrorist—it all seems so natural.

Felus knew that he was a man of his word, and everything would be done with efficiency in mind, to the point that he would overlook many details.

But when that figure looked at him with a slightly disdainful gaze, dragged him into the bathtub and attracted four giant dogs, a corner of that eternally hard steel melted.

As a witness to their friendship, Geth remained by the Primarch's side, to the point that Feralus disregarded his race and trusted Geth as much as he trusted his offspring.

Dogs will always be man's most loyal companions.

As a fellow chieftain, Geth led his entire clan to the Iron Hand. This was a task given to every chieftain by Mordred, and it was also Geth's own choice.

But looking at the dog that kept wandering around, its tattered fur burning with crimson flames, Feralus felt puzzled. Where were the other canines? Why was Guts the only one? How did he get his injuries?

"Oh, so it was all my doing! I killed all the dog-men, and I'm the one who brought the entire legion to this state."

Unparalleled pain surged through Felus's mind; the more he recalled it, the more intense the agony became. In a daze, a voice resounded once more from the depths of his soul:

Go to sleep; that's the best choice for you.

Yes, whatever the outcome, the Legion has been utterly corrupted, its former glory is gone, the Iron Hand will forever bear the infamy, and my father will be disgraced by me.

"perhaps……"

"Snapped!"

A flash of green light and an inexplicable urge to vomit jolted Feralas awake. He then saw Forgrim struggling frantically and Guts fighting back and forth with the serpent demon.

"who is it?"

Faced with the divine projection, Guts remained silent, only swinging his sword.

The raging crimson flames transformed into a cloak billowing high, the green grasslands reflecting the direction of home, and through his blood-soaked pupils, Felus seemed to see a tall figure seated on a throne:

"Father, is that you?"

"..."

Guts's will was on the verge of collapse, and he was unable to answer. Only the sword in his hand remained unchanged.

The canine ancestors are watching him, and he only has this one chance:
Even though it was just a projection, the snake demon before him was far beyond his ability to contend with. Guts knew that his death was inevitable, but now he was all alone.

"You think 'living up to the Legion's expectations' is just a slogan? Monster!"

The ceaseless flow of blood roared, the unquenchable rage burned fiercely, and Slaanesh seemed to suddenly understand something, shouting in disbelief:

"Kobold, you tricked me!"

With a single, swift stroke, he severed Feralas's head. In his final moments, Guts cracked a hideous smile and tossed the severed head toward Forgrim.

"Tell the Great Chief, I am not a coward!"

Felus, whose head had been severed, did not die immediately; the teleportation collar that detected the fatal injury to the wearer began to tick.

Suddenly, a seven-colored light flashed continuously, and a high concentration of emerald green evil energy erupted at this moment, causing the man and his head to disappear instantly into the cabin.

"boom!"

…………

Mordred felt a sudden pang of anxiety for no apparent reason, but he didn't know why.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I just feel like something's not right. Things seem to be going a little too smoothly right now."

"Wouldn't it be better if things went smoothly?"

Mordred shook his head. Success was good, but too much success was a bit abnormal. After much hesitation, he decided to restart the Divine Seal Network.

Three months is enough time for those nobles to make their moves. No matter what tricks you use, my millions of troops will crush you and you will be utterly defeated.

As long as I raise my voice and use the name of the Second Empire to recruit talented people, letting everyone know who the loyal ministers and generals are, then every single one of them will be fine.

Mordred opened BB-Boy and watched the messages popping up like crazy, but he remained completely calm:
"The Yellow Heaven is dead, the Blue Heaven shall rise."

Internally, there are rebellious and treacherous officials; externally, aliens wreak havoc. Such scenes occur every moment.

The Second Empire welcomes every loyal subject of the Empire to join us in ending the rebellion and rebuilding the Empire's glorious land!
Those interested are welcome to register at Altramer 500 World.

Hotline number: 183316114514. Along with this recruitment information came a promotional poster, featuring Saint Gerres at the front, Guilliman on the left, and Leon Johnson on the right.

Mordred felt a bit numb. After all the groundwork she had laid, Guilliman, that bastard, still beat her to it. But why would the angel go to Macragge? It didn't make any sense at all.

And most importantly, where did Coz go?
"Fine, let them beat us to it. Since these three are together again, it means they're safe now."

Due to the warp storm, even though the Seal Network is extremely stable, it was still significantly affected, and Mordred was eager to see how the other Legions were faring.

However, after Mordred spent two hours intensively browsing the Divine Seal Network, he discovered that things had spiraled out of his control.

War is raging across the entire galaxy, and all sorts of chaotic information are in disarray. Everyone is saying they've encountered rebels, and everyone is requesting reinforcements.

What's even more infuriating is that all of Mordred's previous plans have been disrupted, and his close associates have all begun to display astonishing wisdom.

After the Second Reich was established by Saint Geres, Johnsen, and Guilliman, Russ, for some unknown reason, joined forces with Khan Raven and even established the Third Reich.

Corax was relatively well-behaved and didn't cause any trouble.

"Hey guys, what am I going to do if you guys run away? Who's going to guard Fenris, Betangamon, and Taran?"

"Second brother, what should we do now?"

"What should I do? The problem is that I only prepared one table of food, and now it's full of guests. I can't even tell who the loyalists are and who the traitors are."

Chaos! Utter chaos! The empire is in complete disarray, everyone's gone crazy.

However, there are ways to play even in chaos. Since we can't figure it out, we just need to focus on one key point.

"Luojia, go and call Anglong over now. We're going to put on a spectacular live stream."

Not long after, a communication request was received by the Vengeance Soul stationed at Istvahn III.

"Father, Atlas has sent a message."

"Abaddon, what are you waiting for? Release him."

"But."

"There are no buts. I know Mordred better than anyone. We're the best of brothers. He'll definitely understand me."

Unfortunately, my second brother was misled by our father and had no idea that our father had betrayed us all.

That's the problem with my older brother; he's far too indecisive, which is why he didn't notice what our father had done.

But I cannot stand idly by; I must stop my father. If the empire cannot be made great again, then let the galaxy burn.

The warlord, rubbing the gold ring on his hand, looked melancholy, as if he were heartbroken for Mordred.

Abaddon knew that, as was customary, his father would usually launch into a long monologue at this point, but he had already heard enough of those.

Sure enough, after all the sons of Horus silently counted to ten, our ever-healthy war general Horus began his long-awaited thirty years: the gold ring, the constellation Centaurus, and the words, "Father loves me, I love my father."

Even the Lord of Dark Clouds and the Undying Evil Dragon, who were also on the bridge, felt a chill run down their spines.

But Abaddon dared not say much. He didn't know why things had turned out this way, but he knew that the last person to curse his father was the Wolf King, and his spine had been broken by his father.

After controlling everyone for ten minutes, Horus finally remembered that he hadn't checked the communications and quickly signaled Abaddon to connect the recording to the holographic image.

With the communication connected, Mordred, Angron, and Luo Jia appeared on the holographic image.

"Hey, hey, can you hear me?"

"I can hear you, brother, I'm right here!"

Through the holographic image, looking at the bridge completely soaked in blood and riddled with bullet holes and pieces of flesh, Mordred first greeted everyone very politely.

He greeted Vulcan and Mortarian, who were standing beside Horus, then his expression changed, and he said arrogantly:

"Horus, you are a tyrant. Remember what I said. I will be waiting for you in the Silence."

"Luojia, come here, give him a piece of your mind."

"Horus, you three are just dogs. If you have the guts, bring these two good-for-nothing dogs to Tranquility, and we'll deal with you."

"That's right, Luojia, you give them a job!"

Without hesitation, Luo Jia, having received the notification, performed a backflip on the spot in front of the entire galaxy during the live broadcast:
"Damn it! Let's go! Ignore it!!"
Listen up, come here and I'll rip your wig off the whole floor! You bald idiot, aren't you ashamed to be wearing a blonde wig?! Pah!

Grabbing the microphone, Mordred held up two fingers, pointing at the stunned Vulcan and Mortarian:
"Look at you two good-for-nothings, one a big fluttering moth and the other a big lizard with a tail, you don't even have four arms, and you still want to imitate me?"

You two seem like underdeveloped life forms, mentally challenged children with low IQs.

Remember this: you two are like the Haier Brothers, one named Shuke and the other Beta, two big rats! You are nothing at all.

Angron, standing to the side, wasn't idle either. While he was dancing wildly with Mordred and Luo Jia, he was also reaching out and poking downwards repeatedly.
“You are the brothers among brothers.”

(End of this chapter)