Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 284 Horus, your days of recklessness are over.

As one of the most well-known tactics, boarding has become a human tradition.

Since the Age of Exploration began after the shameful defeat of a certain empire, although wooden sailing ships have been replaced by steel warships, the fundamental principle remains the same: when it's time to board, one still has to do so.

Mordred initially couldn't understand this tactic.

After all, boarding operations sound exciting, but they are extremely inefficient. Why not use that time to fire a couple more rounds of macro cannons?

However, upon returning to the Empire, Mordred discovered that the Void Shield was indeed incredibly thick. It was this kind of tortoise-shell device, which any race with a modicum of strength could create, that had led to the Empire's distorted tactics.

Now it was Mordred's turn to board the ship, and he had only one thought: it was really delicious!
Tearing through the steel deck blocking his way, Mordred, taking advantage of his size, transformed into a tunnel boring machine, bypassing the normal path and heading straight for the bridge of the Vengeance Soul.

Chaos Warriors, Hellbeasts, Demon Engine Cultists—all can be slapped to death. If Mordred finds them agreeable, he wouldn't mind having a couple of snacks beforehand to satisfy his cravings.

As a renowned Queen Glory-class warship, the HMS Vengeance is 28 kilometers long. While that number might not seem particularly large, its vertical drop is a staggering 8 kilometers, making it a steel metropolis suspended in mid-air. Even lying flat, it would be as tall as Mount Everest.

Moreover, the so-called bridge is not only at the bow, but on the upper deck. As for the upper deck, it is not in the physical sense, but is named according to the location of the central control array.

For example, Atlas's flagship, the Abomination, has its bridge located at the center of the entire warship, which is relatively normal. The most abstract example is Peturabo's Ironblood.

For some unknown reason, Pepe decided that the entire Ironblood ship would not have any external portholes. And to prevent it from becoming a lobster after the observation and aiming equipment malfunctioned, this little genius Pepe had the ingenious idea of ​​placing the bridge behind the macro gun array.

They claimed that in a crisis, one could observe the outside world through the cannon barrel, and once seen, the shot would be absolutely accurate.

The bridge is also the most secretive part of the entire warship. Unless you are an insider, you would have to break through the steel warship, which is comparable to a hive city, to infiltrate and cause damage.

Watching Mordred devour his food and wander back and forth inside the Soul of Vengeance, the archangel, despite the unfavorable atmosphere, still asked his question:

"Second brother, do you even know the way? It's been almost half an hour."

Since it was a joint raid by three legions, the team that came this time was the elite of the elite. Apart from the three Primarchs, the rest were all unparalleled tough men without helmets.

In other words, this group of people are all murderers.

On the Soul of Vengeance, which is completely integrated with the warp, the pervasive Chaos pollution erodes the nerves of everyone.

Not to mention Mordred, the biggest source of fel energy pollution, was right next to them, causing the boarding party's nerves to bounce back and forth between silliness and mania.

Seeing that the crowd was getting a little restless, Morey, who was stuck in the passage, turned around and reassured them:
"Don't worry, even though the Vengeful Spirit has been marinated in the warp and is so distorted that even her production line doesn't recognize her, your second brother will always be your second brother."

It's just a mere spacetime disorder. Back in the day, I memorized every single internal passage of the Dream Ship in order to steal Old Huang's secret stash.

As for this vengeful spirit, I could find my target even with my eyes closed.

I also secretly built one inside—no, never mind how I found out, coming here feels like coming home to me.”

"But Your Highness, why does it seem so familiar?"

The one who spoke out with doubt was none other than Nemir, the dark angel who had already been placed into the fearless realm.

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, especially the Lion King, the Primarch, whose fists clenched considerably. He even began to doubt whether this was truly his own cub, or perhaps that bastard Dorn's.

“My second brother was a war commander after all, and Atlas was in charge of the Empire’s logistics. It’s obvious that this is to repair ships for other legions!”

"At the banquet celebrating the founding of the Second Empire, Father, didn't you say that Atlas must never touch us again..."

"Shut up! Where is the Second Empire? I think you've been in Dreadnoughts for too long and your brain has been ruined. After you've finished your defection, you're going to get the hell out of here and go to the Broken Claws Order. Boss, I don't want to see you again."

After this minor incident, the boarding squad continued their advance. Mordred was right; the entire Vengeance Soul had been completely warped, and its internal space far exceeded the ship's physical depth.

In this cabin, no longer bound by the laws of physics, the group witnessed all sorts of bizarre sights, the first of which were 21 stone coffins.

Each coffin bears the name of the original gene.

The coffin marked with the number XI was blurry and illusory, like a bubble, and a tall figure was frantically hacking at that bubble.

Everyone looked at Zhuang Sen, but Zhuang Sen was completely baffled.

"It's just a coincidence, Mordred. You know this best. Eleventh is still alive!"

"So what do you say about this?"

Following the archangel's finger, the shadow that had previously cleaved number 11 reappeared before the coffin marked with the number II. Beside him was a dark figure resembling a savage, shouting, "Fenris has no wolves! Second brother, don't blame me! Father sent me to kill you!"

But that's not the hardest thing to break down. The hardest thing to break down is a figure with silver arms but no head standing in front of the door.

Even though it had no head, everyone could feel it staring intently at them, making everyone's scalp tingle.

There were many more such hallucinations. In front of a cabin, the group even saw Rogdorn circling in the red sand, muttering something.

The angel tried to call out to his brother, but Donne did not hear him and instead walked away into the red veil.

And this was just the beginning. As they continued to delve deeper, more and more illusions appeared before them.

Inside the deep, dark cave, a group of gladiators lay limp on the ground, their emaciated bodies indicating that they had not eaten for many days.

Behind them, a giant tore open his wrist and fed each warrior with his blood, allowing them to survive.

The meaning of life lies in resistance. Facing their pursuers, these duelists did not give up hope. But just as they were preparing to escape into the mountains to fight a guerrilla war with the High Knights, a golden light struck, and the Red Sand Child who led them disappeared.

The illusion reversed; there was no dark, damp cave, only a magnificent, golden ship's cabin. But Anglon, who had been captured by the emperor, was not pleased. Instead, in his endless rage, he tore two royal guards apart with his bare hands.

“Number 12, I am your father!” “Shut up, your father is dead.”

When Angron returned to the cave, all he could see were mangled pieces of flesh torn to shreds.

With the last shred of reason collapsing, the Red Sand Angels vanished from the world, leaving only the raging beast named Angron, manipulated by the Butcher's Nails.

There are many more such scenes. Each cabin is inhabited by a Primarch, and a new illusion will appear in front of each cabin.

Perturabo, who relentlessly exploited his sister and eventually rebelled, strangling her to death; Koz, who was indifferent and was eventually driven mad by illusions, becoming a midnight ghost; and Mortarian, who intervened forcefully, leaving his obsession alive forever.

There was even Luo Jia, who knelt down and repented before the burning City of Perfection, uttering "I am not a god" after "I am not a god," and utterly fell into depravity...

The eagle of Chogolis soared freely, but was forcibly pressed into the cage called the Empire by a giant hand. The ever-heavy glory tightened its throat, shattering the phoenix that should have been radiant.

Although he never appeared in person, that person's figure appeared in almost every Primarch vision.

"That's so despicable!"

Nemir was still contributing, but this time no one criticized him; even the Lion King nodded in agreement.
“Indeed, Father is indeed inhuman in his behavior, but why don’t I see any of your fantasies, Mordred?”

Even the illusory, soft bubble appeared as a blurry illusion, but Mordred's figure was nowhere to be seen. The only thing that could confirm his identity was the broken coffin that had been hacked open and was now sparking.

“Who knows? We Atlas have no secrets, and neither do I, Mordred.”

Mordred continued digging, feeling something was off, but as he got closer, he could smell the lingering scent of himself on Horus.

Sure enough, when Mordred tore open the door in front of them, the illusion of Horus appeared before them.

In the lower levels of the gang-ridden city, a figure huddled in a corner, enduring the ridicule of others, but soon a man who looked like a gang boss stepped forward.

The figure was not tall, nor did it have any unusual features; its size was just within the range of ordinary people.

With the arrival of the Mechanicus, that unremarkable figure killed a Tech Priest and took his weapon back to the gang, boasting to his adoptive father and seeking fame for his killings.

The boarding squad advanced through the illusion like bystanders, until the scene shifted and Space Marines descended from the sky onto the planet.

"White scars?"

Kay, the uncrowned champion, recognized the Space Marines by their paint scheme as the 16th Legion, which was still under its original name.

The scene shifted again, and the unremarkable figure disappeared, replaced by the familiar Horus.

Standing in a pool of blood, the Wolf God held a dagger, and beneath him lay his adoptive father, the godfather of the Krona underworld.

As the sky gradually brightened, a ray of sunlight shone upon the earth, and accompanied by a sigh that seemed to rise from nowhere, the figure appeared:
I am the first son he found. I am his first son to return home.

Those were the best days of my life; we lived together for 30 years.

[It is him and me, father and son.]

After finding me, he brought me out of the darkness of Krona and placed me beside him.

We spent a significant portion of our lives together; in those thirty years, he focused solely on and raised me.

A bond formed between us, unbreakable, stronger than the bond between him and his other sons, for none of them had spent as much time with him as I had.

Thirty years isn't a long time. Compared to thirty thousand years, thirty years is just the span of a heartbeat.

The abandoned son of the first return lost his adoptive father, but also met his father and earned his reputation for killing—Horus Lupecal.

The opening animation, which seemed impossible to skip, allowed everyone to hear Horus's inner journey.

"That's enough. I've already sampled enough. Can't you have some standards? No one can help someone like you."

The fel breath, prepared long in advance, shattered the illusion. Mordred, now in human form, drew his watermelon knife and pointed his small pistol at the fallen figure atop the throne.
"You shouldn't have come!"

"But we're already here."

"That's right, hand over your position as War Commander as well!"

"Hahaha, Mordred, you can never take my father away from me. I am his proudest son."

Having said that, Horus, who had already been stuffed into a puff pastry, still couldn't resist showing off his gold ring and was about to launch into another long-winded speech, making Mordred's eyelids twitch.

"Shut up, Horus. Your days of recklessness are over. Hand over your power now."

Damn it! Even if you become like this, you still can't forget that damn ring. After we resolve this farce, we brothers are still going to fight a long expedition for the rest of our lives.

"Hurry up and finish with this little piece of trash, I still have to deal with those other unfortunate guys."

Horus laughed uncontrollably, pointing the Claw of Horus at the invading enemy, as if countless voices echoed within him, forming a drumbeat of incomprehensible meaning.

"You know the rules, if you want it, come and take it yourself..."

"Then stop talking nonsense and come on!"

"war!"

"Fuck!"

(End of this chapter)