Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 278 Two Horses Join Forces to Quench Thirst with Their Butts

The earth is falling, the sky is burning.

Driven by the Chaos God, countless demon legions were pushed onto the battlefield.

This is the Netway, a hyperdimensional space that transcends the physical world and the sea of ​​souls, a legacy from 6500 million years ago known as the Ancient Saints.

Now, this world has become the cruelest meat grinder in the entire galaxy.

For demons, death is not their final destination; compared to humans who complete a game in one life, they are more like game players.

If we remove their ability to resurrect indefinitely, these so-called brutal demons will lose their greatest power.

The raging golden flames swept across everything in sight, and the vicious evil energy that devoured bones and marrow was splashed wantonly. If any demon was not careful, it would fall into an abyss of no return.

This is the main reason why the Cyber ​​Wars have been able to persist until now. The greatest credit goes to the Emperor, and secondly to Magnus, who is pressed on the Golden Throne and acts as a battery.

With the Emperor's arrival, humanity had a chance to go to the underworld with the demons, but evil gods are attracted to each other, and the Emperor, whose glory lasted only three seconds, encountered the greatest crisis of his life.

Drachnien, the demon born from humanity's first murder, has appeared!
It is neither a wild demon of undifferentiated chaos, nor a monster under the command of the four gods. Compared to generic demons, it is more like a byproduct of the human race, or more like a chaotic chosen one of the Lord of Destruction.

The dagger that the elder brother used to murder his younger brother, the sword that revealed its true nature when the map was unrolled, the spear that pierced the son of God, the rope that hung from the mast, and even the guillotine that he modified before cutting off his own head—all bear the mark of Drachnion.

Throughout human history, it has grown stronger with the development of humankind, serving as a sword of Damocles hanging over all humanity, including emperors.

The sudden attack nearly killed the Emperor. Even though he pulled out the demonic blade and had Endymion seal it with his body, he was still seriously injured and collapsed.

"Kobold, fight my mother! If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one."

With one hand protecting his head and the other protecting his waist, the Emperor, sprawled on the ground, crouched in a defensive position, enduring the brutal beating from the kobolds and the fat Nurgle.

"Pah! My mother died a long time ago, you wretched cursed one, if I don't beat the shit out of you today, I'll write my name backwards."

"A one-on-one fight? Do you really think I'm brainless? I'm a master strategist, not a barbarian like you. You've already lost."

"That's right, you bastard, you broke your promise and even dared to cheat an old comrade like me who's over 6000 million years old. You deserve it, you're definitely going to get what's coming to you."

Caught between two enemies, the emperor was powerless to resist. After being stabbed, he felt that he could no longer suppress the power of that person. If things went wrong, the result would be worse than death.

Khorne and Nurgle gave the Emperor no chance to resist. Even though he was terrified, countless Chaos Demons still rushed into the Web Path under the command of the two evil gods.

Meanwhile, the two powerful deities continued to surround the Emperor, engaging in a fierce fight between the two of them. The fat man, Nagou, even pulled out his soup pot and began to frantically pound on the Emperor's head.

At the level of evil gods, the competition is no longer about techniques and skills, but a pure clash of divine power. A seemingly ordinary soup pot can unleash 7777 plagues with each strike, spreading decay and ruin at will.

The kobolds are even more formidable. The moment they appear, not only the demons but also the human alliance descend into a bloodthirsty frenzy, slaughtering all the demons before them, making it difficult to discern which side the kobolds belong to.

Even worse were the imperial guards who accompanied the emperor, all of whom were imprisoned in place, watching the evil god ravage their emperor, subjecting him to the utmost humiliation.

They didn't even have the chance to close their eyes and escape reality; their entire eyelids were cut off so that they could witness their emperor being humiliated in front of everyone.

But none of that matters. What matters is that with the arrival of 2.9 deities, the human network road, which was already a makeshift, poor man's dirt road, completely collapsed.

To prevent Holy Terra from becoming a second Eye of Terror, Magnus, who was placed on the Golden Throne, was truly unlucky.

One rod was already full, and now three rods are shoved into the net. It's only because Magnus has a good foundation that he'll be torn into three equal parts in an instant.

Her once rosy, purplish skin, glistening with a healthy sheen, completely faded, and the muscles she had worked so hard to build gradually atrophied, leaving all of Qianzi heartbroken.

"Father, please hold on! We have already set up the psionic network. In just ten more minutes, we can share the burden with you."

"Kayan, where the hell are you? Burn those psykers for Father!"

"Don't rush us! This is the third batch already."

Ahriman, who stayed behind in the underground palace, directed the thousand sons to set up the psionic array, while Kayan, who was being urged by him, was coordinating the psionicists who were being used as fuel.

Although they were called firewood, these psionicists were all volunteers who were willing to give up everything for the future of the empire.

Even so, the current situation is merely a temporary fix. To stabilize the network, countless psionicists need to burn their souls every single second.

"Hmph hmph hmph, ahhhhhh!"

"Father, I can't hold on much longer."

At this point, the psionic phone call didn't matter anymore. The Emperor, who received the message, was speechless with bitterness. He cursed that stupid God Emperor countless times in his heart, and in the end, he could only say, "Hang in there, I believe in you."

"What a load of rubbish!" Magnus felt a slideshow flashing before his eyes, and he was about to shatter.

Fortunately, the Thousand Sons did not abandon their studies while training their muscles. They said ten minutes meant ten minutes, but those ten minutes felt so long that Magnus felt he might not be able to hold on until then.

But at this crucial moment, a voice rang in Magnus's ear:

"I don't know if we can handle it if I'm included."

"Old Magnus!" While pleasantly surprised, Magnus was more worried. With Macardo sharing the burden, he could indeed hold out until the legion's reinforcements arrived.

Even for a powerful and muscular man like him, sitting on this golden throne, his body would repeatedly oscillate between destruction and rebirth. And Makado?

Magnus admitted that Macado was no less skilled in psychic abilities than him, and that if he were to fight him unrestrained, he might be severely humiliated. However, unless Macado could be as unreasonable as the Emperor, given his small frame, Macado was afraid that he would be beaten to death.

However, Magnus underestimated the composure and calmness of the older generation of artists.

As rousing music began to play from who-knows-where, the man who was holding the seal ripped off his hood and raised his hand to his forehead.

One second he was a withered old man who needed to use a cane, and the next second he transformed into a silver-haired powerhouse with a face full of power, looking like the kind of peerless expert who was very good at double jumps.

Seeing this, Magnus quickly gave up half of his buttocks, and Macado, without any hesitation, directly occupied the space for both of them, sitting on the golden toilet together with the one-eyed sunburnt Oglin.

"Uh!"

"what!"

"Ok!"

"Yeah!"

With the addition of new members, Magnus no longer had to emit his foul howls, but even so, the two of them still blushed and let out eerie groans that left much to the imagination.

Just when the two horses, who had held out for a full ten minutes, finally saw the Thousand Sons Army merge into the Golden Throne, the pressure suddenly eased, and the situation steadily improved.

All those with psychic powers heard a roar that seemed to flap its wings:
"Father, I'm here to help you!"

Before the person arrived, the voice came first. Just as everyone was wondering which Primarch was the first to arrive, Atlas, sensing something was wrong, had already run away.

"boom!"

With a series of violent explosions, a total of 130 battle moons crashed into the net from behind the demon horde, instantly wiping out half of the demon army and killing countless unfortunate souls in the process.

But that's not all. Following the battle moon is the Fel Star Mardon.

Amidst the frenzied howls of countless Legion demons, Mardum, at an odd angle, slammed into Nurgle himself, who was sitting on the Emperor.

Both armies were stunned, wondering which deity had come from.

"Waaaagh!!"

"We will live up to the Legion's expectations!"

"For the Four-Armed God Emperor! Crush them!"

"Baby, they're all my babies, hand over everything now."

"Fuck!"

Accompanied by all sorts of wailing and howling, a torrent of emerald green demons surged forth, crashing violently against the demonic tide as soon as it appeared.

The most eye-catching of them all are the two baccarat legion commanders.

With wings outstretched and wielding a warhammer, the Second Sun Vashtor recognized Huang as his father and leaped into the air, smashing down hard on Nurgle.

The other Grand Commander is Shaflin, the Three Suns, who has four arms and a long tail and wields the weapons 'Slaughter' and 'Slaughter'. He is revered by the Burning Legion as Little Mordred.

"Vashtor, what are you doing, you bastard?"

"Shut up, you fat bastard. Don't insult my amazing wisdom with your nonsense. If you dared to kill my father, then step over my dead body."

Vashtor was relatively well-mannered, but Shaflin was much more blunt, pointing at the kobold and launching into a tirade of abuse:
"You wouldn't believe it, my lord, but I'm back. You stood by me when I was in my most difficult time, and even kicked me out of the house like a dog."

You betrayed me first!
Now, I'm going to take back everything I've lost.

As soon as the two powerful legion warriors appeared, everyone—human, demon, and lizard alike—looked at the man lying on the ground. Even the two supreme evil gods looked at the emperor with disbelief.

"Yes, I did it!"

The battlefield situation reversed instantly. With the help of two powerful legion commanders, even though Vashtor was brutally defeated by Nurgle and Shaflin was beaten to a pulp by the kobolds, it was better than nothing. The Emperor finally had a chance to catch his breath.

But the current emperor, although he sits halfway on that divine throne, is ultimately not the god-emperor whom the human empire has prayed for for ten thousand years, and is simply unable to fight two against one.

The situation fluctuated wildly, ultimately turning into a war of attrition where neither side could gain the upper hand.

Just as the war in the netherworld was reaching its climax, Nurgle and Khorne, who had previously been incredibly arrogant, shamelessly fled, leaving only the Chaos Demons continuing to burrow inside as always.

This sudden turn of events was baffling, and even the emperor couldn't understand why. But since they had come, how could he not kill them?

With the departure of the two evil gods, a blue birdman who had been hiding behind the scenes began his true plan.

(End of this chapter)