Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 289 Ugh! Can we reconcile?
The immortal touched my head, tied my hair and granted me immortality.

Since immortals are so demanding, everyone wants to become one. It's not that being human is a bad thing, but becoming an immortal allows one to see a wider world, which is the same as wanting to improve oneself.

But if you were to actually become a god in the subspace, the outcome might not be as carefree as that of an immortal.

For the chaotic eight-pointed star, each point has its own significance.

Each seat has a counterpart, and each counterpart has flanks that are coupled with each other.

The plan of the cunning birdman was indeed feasible, but failure is part of the process, which makes the T family army, which occupies the northeast corner, particularly prone to setbacks.

This is similar to how it's not important who the county magistrate is, but what matters is the magistrate's wife. The position is fixed; as long as you're in the right place, your position will dictate your thinking.

This is no joke. After all, the underlying logic is there. It's impossible to make the rotten and depraved Nurgle embrace death, the greedy and pleasure-craving Slaanesh become a saint without desires, or a kobold become a knowledgeable and reasonable scholar.

If one wants to become a warp deity, it's simply a matter of a few steps: take an exam, offer sacrifices, and wait for notification.

Mordred undoubtedly possesses subspace qualifications, fully qualifying her as a recent graduate and thus eligible to take the exam.

Furthermore, due to his usual behavior, Mordred perfectly fits the position of Greed Dissolve, and he even comes with a base score.

The second step was even more obvious; the four peddlers made up for the missing warp power, and the fruit platter on the grave contained lizardmen and mushrooms as offerings.

In terms of legitimacy, Mordred is arguably more orthodox than Slaanesh, a half-baked deity.

The most crucial third step is to see if the candidate can attract the attention of the subspace, which is equivalent to an interview plus a written test.

As two mirror images of each other, the subspace and the physical universe are actually governed by the will of the greater universe. The ancient war of heaven can be seen as a clash between the physical universe and the subspace.

Mordred is such a unique being that a star god would look familiar, an evil god would be delighted, a greenskin would frown upon, and an ancient saint would question the meaning of life.

The final interpretation of this step rests with the Sea of ​​Souls; in other words, this is the most crucial step. The phrase "destined by fate" is no joke. If the warp believes you can do it, even if you haven't performed well before, you can still succeed.

So, does Mordred actually like the Warp? The answer is a resounding yes!
The four peddlers believed that Mordred was a somewhat special Primarch, at most a lesser god, and wanted to use the second step to control him and play with his power. However, they had no idea about Mordred's true nature, and thus they ended up raising their own "big daddy."

Actually, there was still a chance to back out at this stage, but the yet-to-be-born Black Sun couldn't resist. As long as Mordred crashed into the Emperor, He could be born ahead of schedule.

Mordred, who possesses the power of greed and dissolution, is a sharp blade that aligns with His nature. After all, completely devouring the entire world is also a form of world destruction in another sense.

For the Dark Lord, whose human form is the Emperor, a gambling addict, is there even a need to choose? All in!
Seeing that the enemy had raised a powerful figure and created a powerful figure, the emperor was now in a good mood.

Especially when he discovered that the Dark Lord was no longer relentlessly attacking his hook, but instead was focusing all his attacks on Mordred's rear end, the Emperor, feeling incredibly relieved, reversed his previous dejected state and stood up directly from the golden toilet:

"What's wrong? Have you noticed something's amiss?"

"You idiots who can be fooled by me twice actually think you can use your brains? If you really had brains, I would have cooperated with you long ago, and there would be no need to make things like this."

Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. At worst, we'll all die together. No matter what, Mordred is still my son. When he arrives, I'll kill myself on the spot, and you can clean up this mess yourselves!

With all of humanity as a sacrifice, and the two evil gods occupying the due north and due south as the end, making the whole world perish with humanity, I think it's worth it.

Weren't you being very arrogant just now? Say something!

"Father, why did you come down?"

Magnus, who was wrestling passionately with the greyhound Sunburn Oglin in the consciousness space, paused for a moment, then noticed that the Emperor, with a gloomy expression, raised his hand and slapped him hard, directly pushing it back into the air:

"Get out! Kids shouldn't interrupt adults. You four good-for-nothings, come out here."

Facing the incredibly arrogant Emperor, Tzeentch, once again in charge, knew he had messed up, but even while being brutally beaten by the other three bastards, he still stubbornly said:
"Damn weasel, don't be so smug, this is all part of the plan!"
This is just a tiny change. We'll settle the score with you after we've dealt with this little guy.

Whether it was part of the plan or not is unknown, but the Emperor could see the emerald green evil fire spreading wildly in the Four Gods' Domain.

The Burning Legion, which should have dissipated, surged into the realm of the Four Gods with the fel fire. Among them were not only Legion demons and enormous green lizards, but also Atlas, who, even in their irrational state, still looted, destroyed, and burned the demons.

As arrogant as he was before, he is now in dire straits. Atlas used to have weaknesses, but as Mordred ascended the ladder to godhood, Atlas completely transformed into an immortal monster.

Laoxiangji simply can't compete with the foreign brand Maomei, whether in terms of price or quality.

Despite having a mental network, Alas still maintains a high level of civility, even though he can only act on instinct.

As the fel fire spread rapidly, the creep gradually expanded. In the warp, which is an energy world, countless vesicles were rapidly born in the creep, from which emerged one after another demonic engines that were a fusion of steel and flesh.

Flesh-and-blood projectiles, stained with deadly spores, were launched; upon hitting their target, the emerald fel energy emanating from them would infect every demon.

Immortality is no longer the privilege of Chaos. Any demon tainted by fel energy will be infected by this deadly fel fire and become part of the Burning Legion.

One begets two, two begets four, and the cycle repeats endlessly. Even though the four armies of the Burning Legion fought desperately, the Burning Legion only grew larger as the fel fire spread. To stop the Burning Legion, the Chaos Archdaemons began to appear on the battlefield.

As veteran powerhouses, the Chaos Archmages fighting on their home turf were able to unleash their full power, and Atlas, the Mordred Archmages, was no match for them.

Once these great demons appeared, they effectively curbed the spread of evil energy.

But soon the demons discovered that the Ras they had killed were not dead at all; instead, they reappeared from the creep in the blink of an eye.

Even more outrageous, as the Chaos army fought desperately, Atlas actually began to undergo adaptive evolution.

Survival of the fittest, the strong prey on the weak. Even though Mordred has not yet fully ascended to godhood, he has already demonstrated his power.

It devours everything, dissolving all things into its own nourishment for frenzied evolution.

The toxins from the Nurgle plague boar no longer weakened Atlas; instead, they were contaminated by the fel toxins spewed from him, turning him into a pool of flesh and blood mixed with souls.

The myriad transformations of the Demon Lord's sorcery flames could no longer melt the opponent's chitinous carapace, and were quickly destroyed by the concentrated fire of the emerald fireballs mixed with filthy evil energy.

Watching the mutated beast, riddled with holes by the sword blade and rapidly regenerating in the blink of an eye, Slaanesh was powerless. She was then dragged into the creep and transformed into a demonic womb, spewing out mutated creatures in the dead silence and nothingness.

Only the Khorne army was evenly matched, after all, they possessed the most powerful demonic engine under the command of the Four Gods.

After realizing that they couldn't gain any advantage in close combat, these seemingly savage red-skinned lizards surprisingly became quite clever and simply retreated under their towers to engage in a heavy artillery duel.

Even so, this bloodthirsty demon army was about to collapse, because they discovered that Atlas's firepower was even stronger than their own.

The demons couldn't understand how, after they destroyed the enemy tank, the other side could restore it with just some glue.

And those damn mushrooms, 10-meter-tall mushroom knights all over the mountains, 50-meter-tall mushroom kings everywhere, and just by painting the fuselage red, those monsters' speed increased threefold.

The most infuriating thing is that even if you blow these mushrooms up, it's useless. The mushroom fragments will quickly turn into a puddle of slime and then spew out one lizardman after another.

When the lizardmen die, their fragments turn into fungal carpet, which continues to produce mushrooms, creating a cycle that is impossible to eradicate.

That's the good thing about the warp; for Atlas, who is also not human, he can simply stand there and fill his stomach with nothing but the northwest wind.

Previously, due to resource depletion, Atlas had to consume resources to produce cannon fodder again. However, in the realm of the Four Gods, the omnipresent energy vortex made all Atlas incredibly high just by taking a breath.

Even if the Chaos God himself were to corrupt them, it wouldn't work. With the existence of the mental network, each Atlas is Mordred's tentacle, which is equivalent to him.

To curb this pervasive fel energy pollution, even the never-ending blood war came to an end, and the demon legions under the Four Gods began to return to the Demon Realm.

However, this was meaningless. Mordred, who had already stepped onto the stairs, was being guided by the warp. Behind him stood not only the Dark Lord, but also the entire will of the warp.

Your demons are dying one by one, while my legion is endless.

The first to succumb will undoubtedly be the most shallow-rooted Slaanesh.

Although it is said that one proof is eternal, there are still differences in strength among evil gods, and Slaanesh, this premature baby born with congenital malnutrition, is undoubtedly the weakest of them all.

Moreover, the Ecstasy Perception, located in the southeast, is closest to the Greed Dissolution. If a Demon Realm is to be born, it will definitely pick up the nearest resources first.

Actually, for Slaanesh demons, being captured and subjected to ultimate humiliation is not a bad thing, but even if they are crazy, they wouldn't go so far as to kill themselves.

Once the cognitive barrier is removed, the Slaanesh's perversion is nowhere near as insane as Atlas's; they feel no pleasure whatsoever, only the emptiness of being devoured.

As for the other three, they weren't much better off. Basically, none of them could gain any emotional power from Atlas, as everything they owned already belonged to someone else.

The situation in the physical world was no better. As Atlas entered the Four Gods' Demon Realm and devoured a large number of fragments, Mordred, relying solely on instinct, was no longer satisfied with just one planet and gradually expanded into a fleshy nebula.

And relying on the Primarch fragments within his body, he reversed the influence of other Primarchs, attempting to drag all 19 Space Marine Legions down with him.

If Mordred were to devour all the legions, then everything would be beyond repair. The only way to stop him now is to destroy his physical form before he fully ascends to godhood.

So who can defeat this demigod in the physical world?

Seeing the enormous golden figure sitting on the golden throne, completely unhurried and even eating watermelon, the four vendors, without any hesitation, manipulated Magnus's body to pounce on him, grabbing the emperor's leg and shouting:

"Gulp!! Can we make peace?"

"Hey, you guys must be joking."

(End of this chapter)