Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 290 Legion Assemble
For Johnson and Saint Gilles, they felt as if they were about to die.

Moreover, it wasn't just the two Primarchs who thought so; every Space Marine in both Legions thought so too.

The moment Mordred lost his mind and was forced onto the path to godhood, a sudden warp storm swept across the entire sector.

Accompanying the warp storm was a high concentration of fel energy contamination that permeated the entire sector.

The good news is that, in the final moments before his sanity crumbled, Mordred warned the two of them and threw out Ashbringer, which contained the essence of Horus.

And Johnson did not disappoint Mordred. The moment Sanguis obtained the Ashbringer, he charged at it headfirst, using his jungle-walking ability to drag everyone back to the ship, thus avoiding being swallowed whole by Mordred.

However, due to the close proximity, the Dark Angel and the Blood Angel suffered the first wave of impact, even though the two Primarchs immediately ordered all ships to activate the Geller Field.

However, under the combined devastation of the warp storm and the fel shock, nearly half of the ships were torn to pieces, and the surviving ships also suffered damage to the Geller Field and Void Shield due to overload during the impact.

Within just five minutes, the entire planet was completely swallowed by Mordred, and then began to expand rapidly, eventually spreading throughout the entire star sector.

The once prosperous and tranquil world of Tranquil 50 has vanished, leaving only a massive vortex that spans both the subspace and the physical world.

And this was just the beginning. Due to the connection with the Primarch fragments within her body, Mordred, who had already turned into a pool of flesh and blood on her home planet after devouring the entire sector, instinctively turned her gaze to the Primarch who was fleeing to the outside world.

For the survivors whose Geller force field and Void Shield were both destroyed, let alone finding the Mandeville Point, in their current crippled state, they would die instantly even if they entered the warp.

Even worse, as Mordred drew closer, Johnson and the angel, who had just escaped, heard some kind of greedy whisper.

Since Mordred's intelligence at this point was probably less than that of an Oglin, the two couldn't understand what he was trying to say and thought their brother was asking them for help.

But as the flesh-and-blood home planet continued to approach, the two discovered that this was not the case at all. One after another, spiral-shaped divine seal spires shot out from the surface, their targets aimed directly at their own ships.

The monster that had completely lost its mind was not their brother at all, but a mutated beast that was forever greedy and thirsty.

In order to contain this beast, the two did not hesitate to fire all the extermination orders they had, even throwing out the junk in the First Legion's warehouse, including a black hole bomb.

Amidst a devastating explosion and rapidly increasing nanoclusters, Mordred somehow managed to survive thanks to her ridiculously high health bar.

Even the black hole bomb that had dragged him into the abyss tore apart the physical laws of the singularity in a counterattack by a dimensional lightning bolt.

Wounded beasts are the most terrifying. Faced with this swarm of annoying little insects, Mordred, completely controlled by instinct, became utterly enraged.

The mind-numbing whispers struck again, but this time they weren't illogical like before. Instead, upon discovering that these little insects couldn't be communicated with, an inexplicable instinct compelled Mordred to send a precise image.

But the two Primarchs preferred to continue enduring the illogical whispers rather than witness the horrific scene.

The instinct of living beings is to survive and reproduce. After devouring the entire star sector to ensure that he would not starve to death, Mordred, who had completely degenerated into a beast, thought of reproduction as the first thing.

As a reproductive object, what is a better prototype than the original gene?

Looking at the image of themselves, wrapped in layers of fleshy tentacles, that kept replaying in their minds, the two of them suddenly felt a tightness in their anuses.

Perhaps sensing their resistance, the beast, now consumed by instinct, sent another video, offering them gender reassignment services in a very considerate manner.

Even after he had fallen to the point of losing his mind, Mordred did not forget his Atlas and sent a harassing video to every Space Marine.

I never imagined that even becoming a Space Marine would...

Being slapped to death is bad enough, but to be captured and subjected to ultimate humiliation is unacceptable!
To save their lives and their chastity, the Holy Blood Angel and the Dark Angel began to flee frantically.

According to everyone's thinking, even if we can't travel faster than the speed of light, we still shouldn't be able to be caught by you, right?

The truth is that the fleshy planet flew faster than the ship, rushing towards them at a speed that defied the laws of physics.

Just as everyone was about to be taken away to be forced into prostitution, a man of unwavering resolve stepped forward. "I wonder if I can withstand it!"

"Jonson?"

Faced with the angel's question, the Lion King simply waved his hand and ordered the entire fleet to move closer to him.

Under extreme pressure, facing the prospect of losing his integrity and threatening his life, Hajime directly evolved into a Spinosaurus. A cold, damp, supernatural mist formed in the void, eventually enveloping the entire fleet.

Greatness needs no further explanation. Faced with the chastity of all his crew members, the Lion King squeezed out all his strength and successfully disappeared into the Tranquil Star Sector with everyone before the fleshy tentacles could touch the ship.

When they reappeared in the physical world, the fleet had already traversed astronomical distances and appeared around Archie.

Seeing his good brother covered in sweat and on the verge of collapsing, Saint Gilles thought for the first time that Zhuang Sen was a man he could get along with. His previous assessment of him was completely wrong. He was not an unpredictable freak, but his good brother!

However, this was only the beginning of the nightmare. Just when everyone thought they had escaped, accompanied by violent gravitational fluctuations, a mirage of a verdant grassland pierced through the fog and appeared before them.

Immediately afterwards, a huge gap was torn open in space, and countless fleshy tentacles gushed out, dragging the fleshy mother planet out.

Perhaps it was the lion king's jungle walk that triggered some kind of instinct in Mordred, causing him to jump over following that spatial fluctuation.

When Mordred, whose intelligence was even lower than that of an Oglin, saw that he had arrived in a new area and was surrounded by delicious food, he was overjoyed. Following these little creatures meant that there would be an endless feast.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the Lion King had no choice but to squeeze out his potential again.

Thus, after being firmly locked down by Mordred, the Dark Angel and the Holy Blood Angel had no choice but to embark on a path of exile.

Seeing that Zhuang Sen had already jumped a full 12 times and was about to die from exhaustion, Saint Gilles knew that if this continued, they would only face certain death.

Everyone was almost at their limit. During the final jump, Mordred suddenly froze for a moment, and then spread out again into a flesh and blood nebula.

With a size that ordinary people cannot withstand, if they were caught again, they wouldn't even have a chance to jump again.

The roar emanating from the depths of the ship signifies that Mordred has taken another step forward, beginning to completely disrupt reality, while the call from the depths of her heart only exacerbates this despair.

"Tired, destroy!"

Just as the archangel was prepared to perish together with his opponent, a golden fist of light suddenly slammed into his head:

“Take him to Taran. Mored must not be allowed into Holy Terra.”

"Father, is that you?"

This scenario not only occurred with Saint Gilles, but also with every Primarch.

Even the Khan and Rus, who had been holed up in the Vengeful Spirit and had been absent since the assassination of Horus, were conscripted by the Emperor, slapped awake, and ordered to get over there and get to work.

"Dad, you're not dead?"

Faced with his two good-for-nothing sons, the emperor slapped them twice more without saying a word.

With the Emperor's order, the star torches that had been extinguished were relit.

After doing all this, the emperor turned his gaze back to those four good-for-nothings:

"Did you forget something?"

The four vendors remained silent, but eventually lifted the restrictions. As the warp storm that had been enveloping the Ultramarines dissipated, Guilliman, who had been lost until now, finally emerged.
"Father, I'll be there in nine hours!"

(End of this chapter)