Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 291 Look me straight in the eye, plant me!

Taran, an obscure little world.

Like other planets colonized by humans, Taran has no special products, and even its star system is empty.

The only thing of value is that there is a stable subspace route around it.

It's called a stable shipping route, but it's really just a stable route, similar to a dirt road in the countryside—you can drive on it, but the speed is very slow.

For the Human Federation, which is wealthy and possesses countless sea routes, this sea route is quite useless.

During the colonial wave of the Dark Ages, although it was a small rural place, Taran also benefited from a small geopolitical advantage due to the existence of this dirt road, keeping the world's technological level at a mediocre level.

Its main function was to exile criminals, similar to the ancient practice of banishing them to Lingnan.

Taran was spared when the Iron Man Rebellion broke out because the area had little strategic value.

However, with the arrival of a sudden subspace storm, the Human Federation was completely torn apart, and humanity entered the Eternal Night. Countless alien races and technological warlords who had previously been enslaved by the Federation came to the scene, and the era of the Taran people living a carefree life came to an end.

Although the era of simply getting by was over, the Tarans did not succumb to despair; instead, they withstood the warp storm for 3000 years.

Moreover, each generation of planetary governors is the kind of superhuman hero who descends from the heavens, whose anthropomorphism completely surpasses that of the current imperial nobles.

Perhaps there is some story behind the place Taran. After struggling to survive for 3000 years, Taran's natural resources were on the verge of depletion. Then they discovered that the never-ending warp storms had subsided, and a human regime calling itself an empire had emerged.

As the subspace storm raged, the former subspace routes were completely disrupted, and the dirt road that the Federation had looked down upon became the only stable route for fast travel in the surrounding area.

Even more fortunately, the first person to discover Taran was none other than Atlas, who was also just coasting along. It was like two peas in a pod falling in love at first sight.

With the fall of the Human Federation, Atlas's younger brother has returned to their eternally loyal Taran.

Faced with the sudden surge of paternal love, the Tarans readily embraced the Empire, and Atlas reciprocated by developing Tarans into the Legion's most important distribution center for supplies in the Storm Sector.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Tarans are quite remarkable. Unlike other imperial worlds, which are dark and cruel, where the entire world serves Atlas, they live a miserable life of working 10 hours a day and having weekends off.

However, as the great rebellion unfolded, Taran, as an important distribution center for supplies, became a battleground. The once beautiful world was destroyed by the virus bombs and turned into a desolate wasteland.

Relying on the armored vehicles placed within Atlas, the Tarans did not give up hope and began to cooperate with the Word Bearers and the Iron Hand in the largest ground armored confrontation the Empire had ever waged.

Even Atlas probably doesn't remember how many armored vehicles Taran possesses, but it is enough to arm at least three Space Marine Legions and their accompanying mortal support forces.

On a land shrouded in layers of deadly virus, the gap between Space Marines and mortals is minimized. Under the equally deadly virus, everyone must rely on armored vehicles.

Luo Jia could only laugh at Ferrus's mindless act of dropping a virus bomb.

Anyway, Taran lacks everything except armored vehicles. Today, let's see what the Empire's strongest spear is like.

As expected, under the endless torrent of steel, the Steel Hand, known for its firepower advantage, was completely locked in Taran. The fake body that occupied Feralus's body was even more brutally beaten to the ground by Luo Jia, who had transformed into the Golden Word Messenger.

"Fight your mother! If I don't whip your breasts until they burst today, I'm not Luo Jia!"

If nothing unexpected happens, the loyalists can be said to have won a great victory.

Just when the Word Bearers were about to achieve final victory, a sudden change occurred, and the Atlas Quartet, who were left behind in Taran, instantly erupted into internal strife.

Before anyone could react, Atlas turned his gun on his comrade-in-arms, killing him in the process.

When Luo Jia arrived at the scene, she only saw Gawain, who was no longer human, and Atlas, whose heads had been chopped off and were gradually turning into foam.

"Tell my father I'm not a coward!"

These were Gawain's last words, after which he completely transformed into a crazed, bloodthirsty beast.

As Atlas descended into madness, an inexplicable, mysterious whisper began to rage among the Word Bearers, and even the Iron Hand, corrupted by Chaos, began to exhibit this phenomenon.

If we were to say which Primarch had the most mindless yearning for Mordred, it would undoubtedly be Loka.

But looking at Gawain, who had completely turned into a beast, Luo Jia did not lose control. Instead, after a brief moment of distraction, he fell into endless rage.

"No, that's not true!"

The more she had longed for him, the angrier she was now. Luo Jia couldn't accept that her brother had become such a monstrous figure; this must be the Four Gods' scheme.

But this last glimmer of hope was shattered by the Emperor's orders. Atlas had been identified as the enemy, and if Mordred, who was now completely driven by instinct, could not be eliminated, then the Empire was doomed.

More abstractly, this time it's not just the Empire that's gathering troops to head to Taran; even the corrupted legions possessed by Chaos have begun to cease hostilities and regroup under the orders of their respective evil god masters.

After all, this is the physical world, suppressed by the dimensional barriers. Atlas cannot multiply as rapidly as it could in the Warp. The Emperor was anxious, but the four merchants were even more anxious. Atlas's destruction in the physical world was far less than in the Warp. The Burning Legion had already torn away a large part of their demonic realm, and that relentless, corrupting fel energy could not be erased.

There is only one way to resolve this Burning Crusade: kill Mordred before he is completely locked into godhood.

If Mordred cannot be defeated and he truly becomes the fifth evil god, then it will not be a four-on-one situation, but a four-on-two situation, and the Dark Lord will be born instantly.

Looking at the headless senior who had been fighting to the death with him before, but had now become an ally in an instant, Luo Jia felt that the world had gone mad, but it was indeed the case.

"Darling, don't look at me like that. In my world, you are the Grand Patriarch of our Black Legion. How can you disown your brother like this in the blink of an eye?"

"Shut up, you bastard. You're not Felus at all. You're just a fake who stole his body. I'm sparing your life because there are more dangerous enemies, not because I'm being merciful."

The thought of standing in the same trench with you makes me feel fucking disgusted, you androgynous thing.

Faced with Luo Jia's mockery, Felus did not become angry. Instead, he turned his gaze to the aberrant creature that was roaring to the sky amidst the orbital bombardment:
"I did steal Felus's body, but so what? Survival of the fittest, natural selection, the weak should be eliminated."

You greenhouse flowers, so perfectly protected, can't even imagine the torment we once faced.

Just as at that time, you must ultimately couple with chaos in the face of this mad beast.

It's one thing to fool others, but don't fool yourself. With your glowing appearance before, can you honestly say you didn't use the power of the subspace?

Every Primarch is essentially a sub-god of the warp, and so should we.

When confronted by Felus's questioning, Luo Jia simply replied, "I am not a god!"
"I hope you will always remember this, otherwise you will regret it someday."

In Felus's eyes, Luo Jia was a stubborn bastard, so naive and ridiculous, just like himself in the past.

"But you're not wrong either. The four gods here are not as generous as I remember them. They have become as filthy and rotten as my father."

As the words fell, the aberration that had withstood the orbital bombardment for a full five minutes was finally reduced to ashes.

But everyone knew that Atlas, the fourth company commander, who was once known for his "honesty and simple ways," was not dead and would soon reappear on the battlefield.

This scenario wasn't limited to the Fourth Company; in the final moments of their sanity collapsing, all the Atlas who were left behind chose to end their own lives.

This may not change anything, but at least it can prevent them from destroying the empire they have built. As Mordred gets closer, this last bit of loyalty will be lost.

Loyalty or not, all Space Marine Legions began their march toward Taran under the orders of the Emperor and the Four Peddlers.

This was a race against time. In order to get the Imperial ships to arrive as quickly as possible, the four peddlers abandoned all shame and simply dragged the ships towards Taran.

His arrogance at first and obsequiousness at second is laughable, but now that things are going badly behind him, what good is his pride?

When the Imperial Dream arrived over Taran, almost all the legions had already arrived, except for the Ultramarines and the Thousand Sons and Imperial Fist who remained in Terra.

There were still five hours until the agreed time, but at this moment, the Lion King, who was dragging Mordred around in circles, really couldn't take it anymore and had no choice but to start the battle ahead of schedule.

As a damp, cold, and somewhat weak fog appeared over Taran, the Dark Angel's Unbreakable Truth and the Holy Blood Angel's Crimson Tear came into view.

Without any hesitation, they quickly ordered the ships to move out of the firing range; Johnson and Saint Gilles did not want to die from friendly fire.

Time passed second by second. When the thick fog dissipated, five minutes after the two legions had arrived in Taran, Mordred, who should have appeared, did not show up.

According to Zhuang Sen's deduction, Mordred, who was now completely dominated by instinct, would never give up this tempting prize.

Moreover, during their previous escape, he had figured out a pattern: as long as they escaped, Mordred would definitely appear beside them within five minutes.

Not only was Zhuang Sen puzzled, but even the Emperor was also in a bind. Only Fugrim's eyes suddenly sharpened, as if he was recalling some unpleasant memories.

When facing an enemy, what is the first thing Mordred thinks of doing?

An invisible phantom pain prompted Fugrim to slap his thigh, grab the communicator, and roar:
"Change direction, change direction, it's behind us!"

Even if he's lost his mind, would he still choose to backstab someone? Mordred, you bastard!
As expected, following Forgrim's warning, a verdant grassland that had solidified into a tangible form suddenly appeared behind the Allied forces. Countless fleshy tentacles tore through space, dragging the fleshy nebula into the world before them.

Perhaps it was the sight of that massive golden figure aboard the Imperial Dream that caused Mordred, despite having lost her reason and being consumed by instinct, to utter a whisper:
"Father?"

Even in this state, her second son still recognized her. But before the Emperor could even feel moved for a few seconds, a thick, dark green breath slammed into the Emperor Dream:
"Traitor, liar, good-for-nothing, slave, weasel, woof woof woof..."

"Look me in the eye, plant it!!!"

(End of this chapter)