Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 288 My friend, it’s delicious!
"I still can't understand, what exactly is your purpose in doing this?"

For the emperor, winning or losing was no longer important. He just wanted to know why the four peddlers would do this. Wasn't it brain-dead to raise a big father for no reason?

You've forced me to fight Mordred and his son to the death. Regardless of who wins or loses, at least one evil god will be born.

Once the ascension ceremony is over, Mordred will definitely settle scores with you later, regardless of whether the memories are retained.

If Mordred wins, then it won't just be one big daddy, but two big daddies. How can you be so confident? Isn't that stupid?

The Emperor simply couldn't find any word other than "idiot" to describe this thankless and exhausting operation.

Just like how one shouts out the name of their move before a duel, Tzeentch, who possessed Magnus while Magnus's left brain attacked his right brain, also gave a villainous declaration:

"Weasel, weasel, don't insult my amazing wisdom with your nonsense."

I am the master of all transformations, the embodiment of wisdom and magic. You think you can compete with me with a brain like yours? You're not worthy!

This was supposed to be a great game for us, but do you know what you're like now?

A madman! A madman standing at the card table pretending to be a chess piece.

The master of all changes, who borrowed the identity, was clearly carrying some emotions. After all, he was a product of the resurgence of extreme ideologies, so it was normal for him to have some emotions.

"I'm asking you, are you really a god?"

This statement directly triggered the emperor's underlying logic, and he immediately denied it, saying, "I am not a god!"

"So here's the question: why did we entrust those precious treasures to you to create the Primarch?"
Deceiving others is one thing, but you even deceived yourself, and then you tried to steal the treasures that rightfully belonged to us. You cursed one, you are less than the lowest maggot in the Sea of ​​Souls.

"So what! Why should I return what I obtained through my own trickery? You were the ones who handed those fragments to me in the first place; I didn't beg you."

"You admit you broke the contract?"

"What's the matter?"

Even the four vendors couldn't stand the Emperor's shamelessness anymore. The kobold directly pushed aside the blue slime that was hogging the channel with its nonsense:
"You cursed one, you despicable bastard, Mordred is mine, and the angels, they should also belong to me!"
I was here first; you just got lucky.

"After all that rambling, I'm just asking you, why are you doing this?"

Faced with the Emperor's questioning, Magnus, his eyes flashing with a scarlet light, sneered: "You think I'd tell you? How dare you underestimate us? Do you really think we're brainless idiots?"

I love your helpless expression! Hahaha.

But then the kobold abruptly changed the subject, looking down at the emperor who was locked on the golden throne.

That desperate struggle and resistance reminded the Blood God of some very distant memories, faint echoes that should have been completely annihilated but had remained:
“Cursed one, you are not a good father. If it were me, I would make them my strong arms, instead of treating them as mere tools like you have done.”

Since you don't have much time left, I might as well tell you.

Mordred was placed on godhood by us. Once his memories fade, we will undo everything and restore him to his original state.

Only then will he forget about you, you bastard.

I won't let him follow in my footsteps. I will treat him like a father. You have no idea how deep the bond between us is.

Even after countless years, I will never forget the hand that pulled me out of the mire. This is an experience you will never understand. The kobold, driven by emotion, manipulated Magnus's body and roared: "Do you understand? You're a beast!"

"Get out of here, you damn kobold! Who the hell sent you?"

The blue slime, having regained control, pushed over the kobold, yelling at it while simultaneously taunting it: "Kobold, you're using all my words!"

"By using Mordred's path to godhood, we can pry open the Sea of ​​Souls, causing the two timelines to collide completely, and thus reshape the Primarch."

As for the guy inside you, he must be a piece of trash to have chosen a bastard like you.

Since you dared to deceive us, then let Him pay the price. We will tear Him to pieces and devour Him bit by bit.

The Emperor understood, but he still thought the other side was an idiot. As one of the top cunning strategists in the galaxy, the Emperor admitted that their plan had indeed put him in a passive position.

The god-emperor who transmigrated and gave him a good beating was indeed strong, even unbelievably strong. Even though he had not yet fully entered the godhood, he could fight four against one and protect the human empire for ten thousand years.

According to that foul-mouthed god-emperor, the reason he was so powerful was entirely because the human empire had become a stinking cesspool, and he had been tied to the empire as a torture device and prayed for a full 1 years.

Compared to that monster that had completely turned into a pitch-black sun, even if I were no longer human, I would probably still be a worthless nobody.

With the power of those four monstrous things, they might actually be able to tear me to pieces.

It sounds reasonable, but that's precisely the biggest irrationality!
In the Emperor's eyes, the four peddlers were a bunch of idiots. They didn't understand Mordred's true nature at all. Besides, if they could be fooled by him twice, why couldn't they be fooled by someone else once more?

"Are you sure you can control Mordred?"

I thought the weasel would be furious, but instead it uttered such nonsensical words that even the loving father, hiding behind the TV, burst out laughing, using the words of his mortal enemy:
"Everything is going according to plan!"

"Hahaha!"

Instead of being angry that the fat man had stolen his catchphrase, Tzeentch felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

After all, change is everything, and everything is for the sake of change. Now that even this fatso has started to change, he is the biggest winner.

In order to vent their anger and to make this damned cursed person give up completely, the four vendors decided to join forces and let this good-for-nothing experience what despair is.

"Watch closely, you piece of trash!"

The sea of ​​souls surged once more as the four warp gods unleashed their power, using the divine energy channel that had always been connected to the throne of greed to command the fleshy planet to halt its advance.

As expected, with the combined efforts of the four gods, Mordred, who was indulging in a world-building frenzy, came to a stop.

Like a newborn baby, it gazed curiously at the four colossi prostrate in the warp and let out its first cry:
"friend?"

Upon hearing this, the four gods laughed arrogantly and contentedly, but before they could reach their peak of excitement, bursts of destructive fire poured into Mordred's body.

Meanwhile, within their respective demonic realms, a ball of emerald green evil fire ignited simultaneously, spewing out countless burning legions.

“My friend, it’s delicious!”

(End of this chapter)