Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 279 I Avoid His Edge? What is meant by Three Thousand Souls of Vengeance?

The more cunning you are, the more likely you are to fail!

For example, there's a certain unnamed Demon Lord Carlos, whose one head can see the future and the other can see the past; he's incredibly powerful.

However, when Carlos looks to the past with one foot in front and to the future with the other, it ignores the banana peel that is already under its feet.

Nothing in this world is absolutely perfect. Even for a self-proclaimed master of all wisdom, a mishap is inevitable.

After all, claiming to possess supreme wisdom does not mean that Tzeentch truly possesses supreme wisdom; his downfall is part of the inevitable.

And every time something goes wrong, Tzeentch would stubbornly insist, "It was all part of the plan!"

Regardless of whether it went wrong or not, or whether it was a complete disaster, since even Tzeentch himself doesn't know what his plan is, it's as if it didn't go wrong.

In short, a mishap is impossible; everything is in the planning stages.

Of course, this was just bravado. The old fox knew himself best. To ensure that nothing went wrong, Tzeentch, who had also covered his underwear, decided to try a different approach this time.

Of all the Primarchs, Magnus was definitely the first pawn that Tzeentch set his sights on. In fact, it could be said that Magnus spent the first half of his life living in an information cocoon created by Tzeentch.

This same experience also occurred to other Primarchs, each of whom bore the shadow of the Four Gods to some extent.

However, Magnus, who was the demolition expert, was left in Holy Terra, so Tzeentch turned his attention to Lemanrus. After all, although the Wolf King did not show off his abilities, his psychic power was definitely among the top five of the Primarchs.

The explosion of the network channel only needs a trigger; the real prize lies with Horus.

The Chaos God enjoys watching fathers and sons fight each other, because that great man is only born when the emperor abandons everything.

Mordred and his men made a fatal mistake: they underestimated the determination of the four peddlers, or rather, they overlooked another adversary.

Forced fruit is never sweet, but it quenches thirst! Faced with the Primarch, the Evil God doesn't just want one, he wants them all.

The remnant souls from a world that has already been destroyed are thrown into their corresponding genetic prototypes. The corruption originates from within. If one cannot overcome their inner demons, even the most perfect protective measures can only preserve their independent consciousness.

After all, I've already won you over, why should I care about your feelings?
Loken, who had been rapidly promoted to one of the Four Kings Council, was quite conflicted as he watched the two Primarchs lying like Sleeping Beauty in the static field.

Everything before him felt foreign; the once glorious spirit of vengeance had now become this blasphemous figure.

Even the mighty wolf king had his spine broken by his father, losing both of his legs. As for the Khan, who was also imprisoned, he fared no better; he kept his legs but lost his arms, and his head was split open.

"Sigh! Even if we put them all together, we can't make a person with all four limbs intact. You guys are sleeping soundly, but what am I supposed to do?"

Without any warning, the entire legion changed overnight.

From the Primarch to the ordinary soldiers, everyone was dragged into the nightmare.

Madness began to spread rapidly through the legion. The once kind and amiable father gradually became a stranger. Loken felt that the father was not his father at all, but a monster that had taken over his body.

There was no pattern to it, and Loken didn't know why he had survived; the entire legion inexplicably went mad.

After the incident, Loken did not choose to flee, but instead hid on the spot, because he realized that he was not the only one who had retained his sanity and that he had to preserve his strength as much as possible.

The good news is that Loken did find quite a few brothers, and even because of his clear-headedness, he was promoted by the senile Horus to be one of the members of the Council of the Four Kings, even though the Sons of Horus were in complete chaos.

In other words, Loken, a loyalist, inexplicably became one of the second-in-commands in the rebel army.

The bad news is that there are very few loyal Space Marines. Loken was able to become a member of the Council of the Four Kings only because Syganus, who treated him like a father, was dead, or rather, half dead.

Although reluctant to admit it, during the previous Great Expedition, Loken did indeed violate the Imperial Truth by secretly collecting some alien artifacts.

To be honest, although he was a Hidden Moon Wolf, Loken had picked up Atlas's habits, especially his love for shiny things, to the point of being obsessed.

For example, the soul stone he wears around his neck now is one of his treasures.

"Seghanus, are you alright?"

"I'm not good. I've become a lost soul. I can't save anything. Besides, it's too crowded here. There are at least eight people here."

"Please bear with it a little longer, and I will get you a new place to live right away."

The other soul stones are all occupied now; at least you're in an eight-person room, whereas those space wolves and white scars who came to their deaths are in a hundred-person room.

After discovering that Seganus was not completely dead, but rather that his soul had been captured by the Soul Stone around his neck, Loken, who had originally planned to escape, abandoned the idea and instead began to make a living by scavenging corpses.

Thanks to Loken's previous hobby, he secretly hid a box of soul stones during one of his raids on the Spirit Race aliens.

At this time, two pieces of news emerged, one good and one bad.

The bad news is that Loken has a Soul Stone, but he doesn't know how to bind a soul. Seganus's incident was just a coincidence. The good news is that someone does, which is why he's still persisting.

Leaving the cell, under the watchful eyes of the Chaos Space Marines, no one dared to hinder Loken's departure, all because of his current status.

But things are different now; the glory of the past has been tarnished, and Loken is filled with only pain.

After navigating the twisting and turning passageways now overgrown with flesh, Loken finally arrived at the galley on the upper deck. Loken didn't know why the group of cannibals, also aboard the Vengeful Spirit, were unharmed, but he knew they might be the only comrades he could trust now.

These dogs are a bit crazy, especially that dog Niz who is clearly a chef but wears a church robe. He's the one who taught me the Soul-Binding Technique.

"Please have a glass of Imperial Jade Liquor."

"One hundred and eighty cups!"

"Why is it so expensive?"

"Freshly squeezed from jade feet!"

"Are your jade feet made of refined gold or shimmering gold?"

"Angel's jade feet!"

Loken was speechless at the ridiculous code, but still endured the embarrassment and said:
"Indulge in the silky smoothness and delicious flavor! Are you ready? Let me in!"

After confirming the code was correct, the dog-man chef patted the counter, and a hidden door appeared in front of Loken. After bypassing 13 traps and eight molten bombs that could be triggered at any time, Loken arrived at a giant warehouse.

Not only are there dog-men inside, but also the few remaining Shadowmoon Wolves. Most importantly, there is a golden tree inside.

It was only here that Loken was able to drop his disguise and sit down on the ground.

Hearing the commotion, the crowd gathered around. A Space Marine took the Soul Stone from Loken, while the leader of the group, Nitz the Dog, turned four times to the left and four times to the right.

According to the customs of their Storm Clan, they recited the prayer eight times to exorcise the demon, and finally made the Eagle Salute while silently reciting the Emperor's accompaniment before putting the Soul Stone into the Golden Tree.

"Master, when will this kind of life ever end?"

"You foolish child, do not panic. This is a test for us. The so-called suffering is only temporary. Do not be discouraged by this."

As the saying goes, all roads lead to the grasslands. Our existence is a gift from our ancestors, a trial that shattered the gods' decrees. And now it's your turn.

If it weren't for knowing him inside and out and having seen this old charlatan sneaking food and drinks in his own kitchen, Lorken would have been completely fooled by Nini's eccentric behavior.

"Master, just tell me when these unlucky days will finally end!"

"Heavenly secret... Ah, a gentleman uses words, not fists. Turn off the chainsaw first. I'm old and can't take such a shock."

After Loken put down his sword, Dogniz continued:
"Don't worry, child, you're still too young. I've lived for 8 years and have seen all kinds of storms. Even if you don't believe me, you should believe in my chieftain Mordred!"

I used to hold him when he was a puppy. Whenever I see your little golden retriever, I can't help but think of that child.

“Master, I have already appraised enough. You still claim to have been the first to carry a dynamite pack and fight against the gods 6500 million years ago!”
"What kind of monsters devour stars, giant toads that resemble gods, colossal orcs over 12 meters tall, and even a terrifying bald man who can shatter a planet with a single punch? Can't we talk about something normal?"

Seeing the unfortunate child so agitated, the dog Niz patted him on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Don't worry, although your brothers' bodies have perished, their souls are still within this golden tree. As long as you bring back peace, Atlas has the ability to bring them back to life."

As for those unfortunate kids who turned into idiots, that's no problem either. Just keep pouring evil energy into their bodies, and they'll be good dogs, no, good men, in no time!

Besides, an old dog knows the way; we're heading towards tranquility now, and I can already smell home.

At this point, Dogniz ripped off his robe, revealing a power armor he somehow wore. Holding a hammer in one hand and a gun in the other, he said with glazed eyes:
"Everything is going according to plan. Now the time is right. Let's snatch those two Primarchs and then work together from both sides to encircle them."

Not to mention I've already found out that the other two legions have already split up, so how could your single legion possibly defeat Atlas?

To be honest, I taught Mordred his military strategy. There's still hope; we've got this in the bag.

Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. Loken thought that although the dog was a bit of a charlatan, what he said made sense!

"Okay, let's get going."

Mordred shared the same idea, but her grand plan may have encountered a minor problem.

"Father, something terrible has happened! We've spotted the Vengeance Soul and it's about to reach the defensive line."

"Brian, what are you panicking about? It's just Shadowmoon Wolf coming. Do you think I can avoid his attacks? Let's stick to the plan."

"But!"

"Nothing to worry about."

"But it wasn't just one Vengeance Soul that came."

Mordred understood; this was definitely the other side resorting to cheating because they couldn't win, but what difference would a few more Vengeful Spirits make?
How many?

"Three thousand!"

"Oh, only three thousand? What? Three thousand!"

(End of this chapter)