Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 282 Mushroom!
"I don't know!"

Looking at Felus, who had been properly placed in the Fearless and was floating up and down in the incubation chamber like a jellyfish, the Raven King finally asked the question.

"What exactly happened to you? Where are the Emperor's Son and the Iron Hand? Why are there only the two of you? And what does Second Brother mean by this?"

Thanks to the collar's protection, although only his head remained, Feralus was in much better shape than Forgrim, who had traversed the warp with his physical body; at least he could still speak.
"It's gone. My body has been completely taken over by the fake. Even the legion is almost gone. Horus deceived us. Mordred did not betray us. It was he who betrayed us, or rather, the fake that was living inside him."

But Horus is unimportant; their real target is Mordred.

Although it sounded a bit confusing, Corax really understood. He had encountered that kind of malice before, but he had defeated another version of himself.

The price was that some of the Raven Guards went mad.

What troubled the Raven King even more was that, with the defection of some of the Dark Raven Guards, a large-scale rebellion also broke out in his home planet, Salvation.

The empire's internal conflicts erupted completely, with countless civilians and cultists rising up in rebellion, plunging a large part of the Storm Starfield into chaos.

According to Corax's speculation, other legions should have experienced the same situation, which is why he did not act rashly but instead quelled the rebellion near his own territory.

Corax believed that when all the legions were in turmoil, his brothers would find a way to quell the surrounding conflicts before heading to Holy Terra.

Whether it's rebellion or loyalty, even if one's body is possessed by a false entity, when all the legions gather in Holy Terra, everything becomes clear.

After all, Holy Terra is humanity's homeworld, the capital of the Empire, and home to the Emperor, the ruler of mankind. It is undoubtedly the ultimate goal of all ambitious individuals.

But Feralas said that Holy Terra was not important; Mordred was.

Felus immediately saw through his brother's thoughts, after all, he had thought the same way before, but he was completely wrong.

“Brother, you have to believe me. Our most important task now is to go to Tranquility and stop Mordred from killing Horus.”

Have you ever heard of the Chaos Octagon?

Corax nodded, indicating that he had indeed heard it from his second brother, and that because Mordred had placed his bets on him, a large amount of Atlas's internal information had been transferred to the Ravenguard, including a copy of the "Warspace Codex".

This book clearly describes the basic structure of the warp, but it does not mention any warp god at all. Instead, it uses ancient Terran mythology to refer to them.

Various speculations were even made about the origins of the four peddlers, and a major historical event known as the War of Heaven was mentioned.

In Mordred's research, he pointed out that the four hawkers did not spontaneously become gods, but were chosen by extremist ideologies.

In other words, the Chaos God came first, and then the kobolds, Nurgle, Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and other specific figures appeared.

The Four Vendors are not the entirety of the subspace, but merely four islands within this Sea of ​​Souls. They became the masters of these islands entirely because the islands chose them, not the other way around.

However, due to the messed-up nature of the subspace, once the four islands are born, they will become eternal and the most abstract rule gods.

At this point, if we carefully guide the process and curb the emergence of extreme emotions, we can at least prevent the four street vendors from becoming benevolent deities, rather than turning them into such abstract figures.

The problem is, those capable of clearing the blockage are long gone. The nearly 500 million-year-old war in Heaven completely churned up the Sea of ​​Souls, annihilating the Ancient Saints and shattering the Star Gods, who were comparable to the Warp Gods. Then these lumps of stuff multiplied wildly in the Sea of ​​Souls like cancer cells, eventually turning into this grotesque mess they are now.

Moreover, throughout this monumental work, Mordred consistently emphasizes the word "symbolic."

This is just like advanced mathematics in the physical world. One is one, two is two, and if you don't know it, you don't know it. Even if the races are different and the cultures are contradictory, the principle remains the same. Mathematics is definitely the underlying logic of the physical world.

In the warp, thought represents everything, and will is your foundation. The first murder by mankind will give birth to a demon, and the Battle of Verdun in World War I will also give birth to a demon. This is the symbolic meaning.

After recalling the information in his mind, Corax seemed to realize something: "You mean to say?"

"That's right!"

Ferrus twisted the camera; he still wasn't used to this body, especially the anime-style GIFs printed on the fearless body, which were completely inconsistent with his own temperament.

But in the end, he accepted everything; after all, living is better than dying.

"After I defeated that fake, a powerful will calling itself the Dark Prince suddenly appeared and directly took over my body. I didn't even have a chance to resist before I was squeezed into a corner of my consciousness."

Although their offer was very tempting, I remained steadfast and refused to yield. In doing so, I also learned of their true plan.

I don't know what my father and second brother were thinking, but it's clear their plan has failed.

The ultimate goal of the Chaos God is to sacrifice countless lives to elevate Mordred to that position.

Then, using Mordred as a springboard, they exerted extreme pressure on our father, turning him into the bomb that would destroy humanity.

Since you were also attacked by those fakes, you should understand what the bomb I was talking about was, right?

"..."

"That's not right! As far as I know, Atlas once conducted so-called experiments on artificial gods."

If you want to create a true subspace entity, you must first sacrifice yourself. As for others, well, with my second brother's attitude of preferring to live rather than die, how could he possibly do that?

Moreover, in order to successfully ascend to godhood, the quality of the offerings must be guaranteed; at the very least, they must be races qualified to become the overlords of the galaxy.

I admit Atlas is very strong, but they don't have this ability!
Even if you include the entire population of the Tranquil 50 world, its size isn't even enough to qualify it as a sacrifice.

Corax was starting to panic, but he still refused to admit the truth and continued to argue:
"If we follow your reasoning, even if someone was forced to ascend to godhood, shouldn't it be our father and second brother? What's their relationship? He's not the ruler of humanity!"

"Are you sure there isn't a race large enough to become the galactic overlord and to serve Mordred as their master?"

Ferrus's voice rang out from the loudspeakers on the bridge, extinguishing Corax's last glimmer of hope.

Atlas has an outrageous number of secrets, and among them happens to be a race that could be used as a sacrifice, and which has been overlooked by everyone:
"Lizard people? No, they're mushrooms!"

(End of this chapter)