Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 285 Buhao! I am the real cream puff.

Without any hesitation, the battle was about to begin, with both sides aiming to kill the other.

As the saying goes, one trick is all you need to conquer the world. Mordred's starting move is always a Blink Backstab. With a flash of emerald light, she appears directly behind Horus and stabs his torso with her sword.

However, Horus, who was infused with the combined power of the four gods, was no ordinary being.

Not only did he block Mordred's attack, but he also smashed half of Mordred's body with a hammer, and even had the leisure to dodge the angel's salted fish thrust and kick away the equally ill-intentioned Lion King.

Unfortunately, if it were an ordinary person, Horus's hammer would have already wiped out the enemy, but Mordred has made it this far through his own hard work and sweat.

It's just a minor, fatal wound; it can grow back with a single thought.

Mordred, who also possessed the blessing of chaos, suppressed his smile and unleashed his full physical power, shifting from stillness to motion and accelerating at more than eight times the speed of sound to unleash his signature move:

"Lightning, whirlwind strike!"

Horus, not to be outdone, abandoned his defense and instead smashed Mordred's head with his warhammer, determined to fight him to the death.

In an instant, the two became afterimages. Even the Lion King, who came to help, could not keep up with their speed. Only the angels, relying on their flying abilities, were able to step forward to assist.

“I knew Mordred had a backup plan.”

"Shut up and come help."

"Help me my ass! I can't keep up with them at all. Wait, I have an idea!"

Perhaps Mordred hadn't controlled his power before, and Johnson had been gradually corrupted by fel energy. After his superpowers failed, Hajime stopped breathing and began to use his super brain, and spontaneously unlocked astonishing wisdom.

Before the angel could react, Zhuang Sen leaped up and straddled Saint Gilles, his two thick legs firmly gripping the angel's waist.

"Is this the idea you came up with?"

"That's right! I, Zhuang Sen, am invincible on foot, and you, Saint Gilles, can fly. If we combine our powers, we'll have four arms. Wouldn't we be invincible? Enough talk, let's get started!"

For some reason, Saint Gilles thought that what Zhuang Sen said made a lot of sense, and charged forward with his Bi Gong Spear in hand. However, Zhuang Sen did not draw his greatsword, but instead took out his twin pistols.

Driven by the lion king's beastly instincts, whenever Horus turned his attack to kill the two, a cold, damp mist would instantly appear, dragging them away at high speed.

The archangels were not to be outdone; two angelic phantoms, one black and one white, appeared beside him, spontaneously succumbing to a thirst for blood and transforming into war gods of hell.

Unexpectedly, the two were so powerful. With his good brother's help, Mordred became even more unscrupulous and began to frequently exchange blows with Horus, not seeking to defeat him in one move, but only to slowly wear him down.

If Horus is weakened to a certain extent, one can devour the chaotic evil power within him and end all of this.

The destructive power of the two chosen gods was terrifying. In just a moment, the once intact bridge was reduced to ruins, and flying metal fragments were scattered all over every corner of the battlefield.

With the added support of Johnson and Saint Gilles, the steel of the mortal world simply could not withstand the terrifying power of the four strongmen.

What seemed like a long time actually happened in an instant. Before the Space Marines could even react, the four powerful warriors had already pierced through the ship and arrived in the outer void.

There was no abstract operation like Guilliman's fear of suffocating in outer space. Mordred, needless to say, had already evolved into an ultimate life form. Johnson and the archangels were not resistant to psionic energy.

Mordred's bone wings, shimmering with emerald flames, shot out. Despite the vastness of space, Mordred was able to soar through the air and engage in a fierce battle with Horus, who stood on the void.

"Mordred, you traitors, today I will use the power my father gave me to defeat you. I am the true son of the First.

"Kai, feel this unparalleled power!"

A raging inferno of destructive power, accompanied by blinding flashes of lightning, Horus swung his World Destroyer's Hammer with an incomprehensible, terrifying speed.

The residual energy it generated tore apart the surrounding dimensional barriers, sending countless shimmering fragments, like shattered mirrors, flying out.

Faced with this, the lion king, thin-skinned but generous, decisively dragged the angel away, leaving only Mordred standing with her sword, choosing to confront him head-on.

"Stop spouting nonsense! Power, I command you to come out and devour my God-Slaying Thunderous Teeth!"

The Ashbringer, carrying all of Mordred's energy, was nearly shattered. In a frenzied roar, it unleashed a 500-kilometer-long emerald beam of light.

In an instant, the world changed color, countless dimensional fragments washed away every bit of Mordred's flesh and blood, and Horus also bled on the spot, crashing through the Soul of Vengeance and crashing into the peaceful ground.

But Mordred, knowing the importance of finishing off Horus, did not hesitate. Before his flesh and blood had fully regenerated, he kicked Horus, who had stood up again, at a maximum speed of Mach 32.

Horus briefly regained his senses upon seeing the emerald meteor falling from the sky, but then he saw the centaur ring on his hand that had melted into a golden bead, and instantly fell into a rage once more.

"You think you can kill me? I am my father's proudest son."

"Shut up! I'll send you to report to the Golden Toilet right now, so don't try to hide!"
"I won't dodge!"

"Chirp—Leo Flying Kick!"

Faced with Mordred's attack, Horus once again gathered warp power, and dark points of light, filled with destructive intent, appeared on his fingers, pointing at Mordred, and roared:
"You monster, die!" A black light shot out and crashed head-on into Mordred, who was falling from the sky... Morgan in his hand!

"Hey, where am I?"

Morgan, who was sleeping inside Mordred, was not awake when he exploded into a pile of blue feathers without even opening his eyes.

"No!"

Upon contact, the earth shattered instantly. Under this footfall from the sky, Horus, who did not have Mordred's good physique, was kicked into half a jar of minced meat. Coupled with his mutated golden hair, it was a complete replay of history.

As the smoke cleared, the cat and bird duo reappeared from the mist and found Horus had been forced to his knees, being brutally humiliated by Mored, who was stepping on his face.
"Xiaohe, you're no good either! They say that being stuffed into a puff pastry will amplify one's desires to the extreme. Is your desire to compete for favor?"
"You're utterly pathetic. You're a piece of trash for life, and you'll be a piece of trash for the rest of your life. If this hadn't all been part of the plan, I would have smashed your head in long ago for all the rubbish you've done."

Before Mordred could finish speaking, he saw Horus pull out a small dagger from somewhere and stick it against Mordred's calf.

Even though he was humiliated, Horus still smiled. Anyone who was stabbed by his nemesis's blade would meet their end.

"You didn't expect that, Mordred? Even if you defeated me, so what? I still won in the end. Are you feeling weak and powerless now?"

Their eyes met, and Horus saw no sign of Mordred's panic. Instead, Mordred kicked him a few more times.
"Human? Please, I stopped being human a long time ago. It's like Old Huang keeps saying he's not a god, and you actually believe him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless tiny tentacles surged out from Mordred's body and burrowed into Horus's damaged limbs.

Red, blue, green, and purple light accompanied the tentacles as they lit up, entering Mordred's body along with the essence of flesh and blood.

Seeing the dejected Horus, Mordred drew Ashbringer and plunged it into his chest, offering words of comfort:

"Brother, your mission is over. Get some sleep. When you wake up, I will rebuild your physical body. We brothers still have a long expedition to continue!"

Don't worry, I will erase all the negative voices and make this great rebellion a little-known secret forgotten by the empire.

From then on, there were no traitors, only loyal subjects!

You'll always be the first son, but this time it's Zhuang Sen's turn to be the war commander, don't you think, Zhuang Sen?

The Lion King didn't say much, but anyone could see the longing in his heart.

"Alright, what belongs to someone else belongs to them. If you want it, just take it. How will others know if you don't want it?"

"I'm not trying to be mean, but if you had spoken up earlier, the position of War Commander might already be yours. And those brats of yours too. Now keep an eye on me, I'm getting to work."

"Just focus on your work. With the two of us here, no one will bother you. And you're right, perhaps I was indeed a bit too strict with my offspring. Once the aftermath of the rebellion is quelled, perhaps I should change my approach to managing the legion."

The space naval battle continues. Without Horus, this anchor point, these vengeful spirits will soon be wiped out.

The scales of victory have tipped completely, but Mordred cannot be impatient. He must gradually devour Horus's corruption while ensuring his soul remains intact.

Only in this way can we prevent our good brother from becoming mentally challenged when reshaping the physical body.

The reason Horus is so fragile is entirely because Mordred takes on most of the blessings. If the fully evolved Chaos Horus were to appear, Mordred would probably be in trouble and would have to rely on the weasel.

But the good thing is that the 46-point push is always the most perfect tactic.

As more and more chaotic energy is absorbed, an unprecedented feeling of fullness begins to emerge. This is the blessing of the four chaotic gods pressing down on their underwear. Even if Mordred wanted to swallow it all, he would have to pay a considerable price.

But Master Mo believed that his stomach could handle it. If he was too full, so be it; at worst, he would just have to sleep for a few years.

As the last wisp of chaotic energy was cleared away, Mordred, who was experiencing a severe carbon monoxide poisoning reaction, could no longer maintain her human form and turned into a large fleshy ball with four arms.

Meanwhile, Horus, who had been completely drained, suddenly awoke in his final moments, as if in a burst of energy, and emitted a sharp, explosive roar:

"Cloth! Spit it out, there's one more, there's one more..."

"What?"

As soon as he finished speaking, in Mordred's eyes, who had been blessed by the four gods, Horus's remaining limbs exploded instantly, and endless black flames gushed out and poured into his body.

"Croak—No, no!"

In an instant, Mordred's existence was completely torn apart, and four huge hands descended from the sky, pressing down hard on Mordred's body and throwing fire into it.

Like a stone thrown into a still pond, the entire Sea of ​​Souls began to boil, and a warp storm comparable to the birth of Slaanesh was about to unfold.

Meanwhile, all the surviving lizardmen began to wither, and the mycelial colonies that covered the starry sky rapidly perished, affecting the Greedy Throne that had already formed from the warp.

In the final moment before his self-awareness faded, Mordred made the most correct choice, hurling the blade imbued with Horus's soul and roaring at Zhuang Sen:
"Run! Deploy the extermination order!"

　There's a monthly pass giveaway this month, and I prepared five small gifts. They're not expensive, but they're quite unique. I randomly selected five people to receive them.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)