Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 287 The Mordred Rebellion.

"Father, are you alright?"

Magnus's greeting was good in the fact that it was completely useless. The emperor always felt that his red-skinned son must have some serious illness. "I'm on fire, and you're asking me if I'm okay?"
"I'm not good!"

Looking at his father, whose face was flushed and almost the same color as his own, Magnus realized he was completely helpless and could only look at the Emperor again:
"Father, what should I do? Should I get you a fire extinguisher?"

"..."

The emperor, engulfed in flames, suppressed his pain. If he didn't feel like he was being torn apart, he would have jumped down and given Magnus a good beating.

"Fire extinguisher? Find me a fire extinguisher that can put out this fire. If you can actually find one, I'll fucking give you this seat."

"Shut up, I'm about to lose control. Turn the power of the Golden Throne to the maximum."

The emperor didn't know why things had turned out this way. He only knew that something was pushing him forward, relentlessly pushing him toward the abyss of darkness and destruction.

Normally, it wouldn't be a problem, but with the Golden Throne as a limiter, the Emperor was confident he could suppress that person's power.

But that was the normal situation, and now things are becoming abnormal.

As the sudden subspace storm struck, the Emperor felt a pang of unease, a unease born of the loss of his son.

The grand plan undoubtedly failed, and that bastard who had always been at odds with him and looked down on him...

Although he had prepared himself for the loss of his heir, the emperor still could not accept the fact.

Through the Sea of ​​Souls, the Emperor saw the ever-growing, greedy beast and the rapidly forming supreme crown.

Unparalleled sorrow pierced the heart of this incompetent father.

The Emperor knew perfectly well that the beast that was frantically devouring everything was Mordred, his second son.

Although the Chaos God has proven to be eternal, its birth is also sequential, with the precedent of the Four Little Vendors. The fifth Chaos God is undoubtedly the Dark King who wields the power of erosion and destruction.

When the Emperor learned from Mordred that his impressive and cool demeanor was not due to hard work and sweat, but rather because he was the Jinchūriki of the Dark Lord, he did not believe it.

However, as the Great Expedition progressed, his own unreasonable and powerful spiritual energy forced the Emperor to believe it. In particular, the appearance of the God Emperor who traveled through time and space just to beat him up extinguished the last bit of hope in Neos.

Since it was unavoidable, the only option was to take remedial measures. That's why he and Mordred Horus devised a plan called the Grand Plan, with the aim of preventing the birth of the Dark Lord.

According to the three's plan, as long as the kings do not meet and the generals do not meet, and two baits are used to share the burden, sacrificing limbs to survive and preserve the overall situation, then the impact of the great rebellion will be minimized.

Following Mordred's grand plan, the human empire could then enter a phase of steady development, allowing the Emperor to freely utilize the Dark Lord's power as a deterrent.

If the source of faith is completely severed and humanity is repeatedly brainwashed with imperial truth, then even if the Dark Lord exists, his birth will be indefinitely postponed.

The Emperor had even planned that if the Web Path Project succeeded, he would simply run away, leaving the entire Empire to the Primarch. Even if the Empire collapsed, he would leave it to humanity to suffer the consequences.

But now a problem has arisen. According to the previous plan, in order to gain the same level of military advantage, the Emperor frantically absorbed subspace energy and finally used the Golden Throne to trap himself in that dangerous red line.

The emperor did indeed ascend to godhood, but he did not fully sit on that throne; he merely teased it from afar, rubbing against it without actually entering.

Despite their careful planning, the three overlooked one crucial point: the enemy's target wasn't the Emperor, nor were there four enemies, but rather five!
The big plan is exploiting bugs, and so is the other side.

In order, the fifth warp god is the Dark Lord. As long as the Emperor holds him firmly in place with his hook, the Empire will not lose.

However, the other side had no intention of using a major rebellion to cripple the empire. Instead, they opted for a strategic retreat, bypassing the test-taker's mindset and simply smashing themselves, who were clogging the toilet, with a rock.

As for who will take that stone, it's undoubtedly Mordred. Even without you, Dark Lord, there's still the Great Devourer who possesses the Greed Dissolves.

As long as the empire continues to exist, the emperor will have to face the Great Devourer, since it's still occupying the position without actually doing anything.

In other words, the Emperor now not only has to resist the call of erosion and destruction, but also has to withstand the greedy dissolution that is pushing him from behind.

Actually, the three of them had thought of this move before, but they only considered the Vashtor factor and didn't consider Mordred at all.

Through the warp, the Emperor could see the fleshy planet hurtling toward Holy Terra, but it kept circling around, causing his expression, which had been slightly relieved by the Golden Throne operating at full power, to darken again.

"Mordred, wake up!"

Countless psionic communications were sent by the Emperor in an attempt to awaken his second son, who had fallen into madness, but all of them went unanswered.

Even as the Emperor bombarded it with information, the dead planet flew even faster, emitting a chaotic and oppressive low howl.

Even though the low howl couldn't form a complete sentence, the emperor could still feel the intense hatred in that emotion, pure and unadulterated.

He resented himself for turning Him into the Primarch, He resented himself for binding Him to the cesspool of the Empire, and He even hated everything in this world equally.

He shouldn't belong here; he came to this world by chance. If the emperor hadn't intervened, he might have ended up in the place he longed for.

Now it's all over; He's trapped in this cesspool, unable to leave. Despite his best efforts to avoid it, it ultimately turned into father and son killing each other.

If the Emperor wants to preserve the Empire, he must find a way to get rid of Mordred and stop that damned ascension ceremony.

But to defeat Mordred, who has lost his mind and is climbing the ladder to godhood, the Emperor must embrace the power of the Dark Lord.

A stubborn mind becomes a blockage in both ends!

But that wasn't the worst part. As Mordred, who had completely merged with tranquility, drew ever closer, even with lizardmen as sacrifices and Atlas as the Great Demon, the insatiably greedy monster remained unsatisfied.

Mordred, like Horus, was a warmaster, and all who have faith in him are consumed by the desires that originate from the most fundamental nature of life.

The Emperor could not ascertain Mordred's true situation, but he knew that Mordred had gone astray and was lost on a path of no return.

Mordred never hid his dissatisfaction with the Empire. Without exception, he would argue with himself for half a day every time they talked about it. In order to get this nuclear-powered ox to work for him, the Emperor made one pie in the sky after another.

"Mordred, these are your offspring, you can't just abandon them, can you?"

"Mordred, they're your brothers. Since you call me an idiot, you don't want them to let me take them, do you?"

"Mordred, the Empire is running a deficit. Since you think we're not doing a good job, then I'm appointing you as the Imperial War Marshal to clean up those insects."

"Mordred, I need to talk to you about something. Send me another 300 warships."

No? You definitely have one! You promised to team up with me for the Great Expeditions for life, so hurry up and show it to me, I'll play for another two years.

"Mordred, everything will be alright as long as the Great Crusade succeeds."

"You say I only focus on Horus and neglect the other Primarchs, but what about you?"

"What do you mean by wasting resources and acting without thinking? Let the people of the empire suffer first. The Internet Project must succeed!"

"Luo Jia is beyond saving, and you still want to protect her? Among all the legions, Huai Yan Zhe is the least efficient. I must teach her a lesson."

What do you mean you'll pay for her missing portion? You still have stock? Wasn't the Burning Legion supposed to be running a deficit?

.........

The grand promises made earlier have now turned into boomerangs, slamming into the Emperor's face. His plan with Macado has succeeded, binding Mordred firmly to the Empire with chain after chain.

Mordred shouldn't have lost his way, the Emperor believed, that no matter how many times he beat that bastard up, he would never compromise.

But when that supreme crown appears, and a new shortcut lies before us, can those chains truly restrain this beast?
The past events flashed before my eyes, though there wasn't a perfect 30 years like Horus's, nor the Centaur Ring of the Son of Return.

But when unexpected situations arise, Mordred and his Atlas, no matter how many flaws they have or what abstract operations they might come up with, will always be the most reliable support for the entire empire.

The Emperor felt regret, regretting that he hadn't listened to any of Mordred's advice and had instead plunged headlong into this situation, not even getting to see the poor child one last time.

Sadness, regret, and unspeakable pain were ravaging this not-so-tall or-powerful Asian psychic primitive.

The snickers in his ear shattered the emperor's last shred of reason, causing him to ask a question:
"Is this what you wanted? To watch us, father and son, kill each other, to watch the empire we created be destroyed?"
You killed my son!

"Who?"

Magnus didn't know who the emperor was talking to, but he soon found his mouth moving uncontrollably.

That power was so familiar, so familiar that Magnus felt his long-lost eyes:

"You damned weasel, it wasn't us who harmed Mordred, it was you, you old scoundrel, who deceived us first."

This is what you owe us!

In Magnus's horrified gaze, azure bird feathers emerged from behind him, while the muscles he had built with psionic energy collapsed rapidly.

A large, red, sunburned one-eyed Oglin squeezed into the depths of his soul. There were no muscular muscles that were so tough they were taut, nor were there any shiny biceps. There was only a flimsy staff that couldn't even do weighted squats.

Magnus even noticed the other's incredibly thin calves, and that even the Book of Magnus, which was exactly the same as his own and recorded countless fitness tips and was always used as a meteor hammer, did not have a mithril ram.

This was a nightmare, and Magnus let out a sharp cry of terror—No!

However, this was not just the end, but a new beginning. As Mordred, completely integrated with tranquility, moved forward, devouring countless lives, she arrived at the edge of the solar system.

Luo Jia, who had always been Mordred's hope, was the first to show signs of change, followed by Angron, who was also guarding Betangamon.

The great rebellion caused by Horus has ended, but a new great rebellion has just begun.

(End of this chapter)