Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 294 Endless War God - God Emperor's World-Destroying Fist!

A wise man's thousand thoughts are not as good as a fool's quick wit.

Even in this critical moment, everyone laughed when they heard the kobold say he had a plan.

The happiest of them all was none other than Tzeentch, the so-called Lord of All Changes. Even though the Burning Legion had already kicked open the gates of the Crystal Labyrinth, He still laughed out loud:

"It's one thing for that fatso to steal my lines, at least he's cunning enough. But you? You're just a dog. What can you do besides bite?"

Khorne remained silent, only rubbing the mark in his hand that had been cracked by the red sand.

Although they are evil gods and thus prove eternal, Khorne, Nurgle, and Tzeentch were all born from the end of the War of Heaven, and were chosen by the countless souls who perished during the War of Heaven.

That literal war of heaven set the entire starry sky ablaze, tearing galaxies to shreds and turning them into scorched earth as the battle between the star gods and the ancient saints raged.

The demise of the Old Ones turned the Sea of ​​Souls into a cesspool, and the obsession with extinction of this powerful race, which could be called the Great Old Ones, has been echoing in the Warp ever since.

Even the birth of Slaanesh is inextricably linked to the ancient saints.

Subspace has no concept of time; existence represents everything, and everything is for the sake of existence.

As the administrator of the subspace, the Ancient Saints could not possibly have been unaware of the extinction of their own race, and even the Star Gods discovered the Four Little Vendors who were secretly causing trouble behind the scenes.

But in that incredibly glorious era, even the Four Little Vendors, these subdimensional evil gods, were merely somewhat troublesome enemies to the two great fathers.

At the instant of the Big Bang, the entire universe was split in two: on one side were the star gods born from the plasma soup, and on the other side were the ancient saints born from the energy tides.

If we consider the four street vendors as malicious tenants, then the Star God and the Ancient Saint, as administrators, are the landlords. However, in countless timelines, the war in Heaven is inevitable.

It caused the destruction of the ancient saints, the shattering of the star gods, and also created countless small vendors. Each small vendor was different, but they were also the same, endlessly repeating the cycle.

But with Mordred's appearance, this cycle, which should have been like other cycles, began to change.

Like the Emperor, Mordred was also a variable. While everyone else was reading books in the library, he transformed into a "graduate school recommendation pill" and jumped into that book, becoming a part of it.

Due to his high-dimensional nature, which transcends the entire world, all of Morred's actions will overwrite reality, becoming the most important anchor point.

As for Khorne, he was undoubtedly the one most deeply affected by Mordred, even more so than the Emperor, to the point that his very existence was rewritten, which is the source of his obsession.

But seeing Mordred howling in pain and gradually ceasing to resist, the kobold knew that he was once again facing a choice.

"With our current strength, we simply cannot kill it. We must cooperate to awaken Mordred's consciousness within that beast and persuade him to commit suicide."

"How can this be!"

"Shut up! You have no idea what I'm thinking. He's not the Mordred I remember. He's just a ravenous beast that we've raised."

He won't bring about any change in you, Tianqi, nor will he use those forbidden life experiments to please you, you sly, fat bastard. Even his restless emotions won't bring you, this rascal, any pleasure in your Sixth Ring Silver Palace.

And you.

Khorne's dog-like eyes looked at the Emperor: "Make your choice!"

"..."

Actually, the Emperor had noticed the ambiguous relationship between Mordred and the kobolds a long time ago. After all, although the Emperor had low emotional intelligence, he was intelligent enough.

Mordred is a dog-headed human and always wears a red scarf, while Khorne is the largest kobold and also wears a red scarf.

While searching for Vulcan, he had tried to extract information from Rambo and even attempted to seduce him, but the ordinary-looking black dog resisted his charms, which seemed very abnormal.

The Emperor wasn't some fool who was oblivious to what was going on around him; Magnus's penchant for traveling through the warp was something he'd learned from him, so of course he knew about that rumor.

On a dark and stormy night, the Blood God favored the human emperor, and after 88 months of pregnancy, this illegitimate child was born.

The origin of this rumor is impossible to verify, but in the eyes of the demons, it is the truth. Even Vashtor joined the Burning Legion because of it, since they were so similar, practically cut from the same mold. So much so that even the Emperor began to suspect that the reason he was constantly beaten by Ilda since childhood was because Ilda was a kobold in disguise.

The idea was so terrifying that the emperor had nightmares about it for several years before finally erasing the memory.

But seeing the red scarf in the kobold's hand, the Emperor finally nodded.

"In that case, I only have one choice."

"Help me! You bunch of bastards."

With these words spoken, winning or losing became meaningless, and everyone wore a satisfied smile.

"Tsk, I just can't do anything with you! Since that's the case, then I'll go." ×4
Four voices rang out simultaneously, and four gazes met at the same time. Reality is not a fairy tale. Under the pressure of a common enemy, the four gods might be able to work together towards a common goal.

However, a disagreement arose regarding who should awaken Mordred's consciousness, since the prerequisite for entering was to gather the strength of others, and regardless of the outcome, it would be a highly profitable deal.

At this very moment, just like back then, though not at the same time or in the same place, the Emperor recalled the moment when he had tricked the Four Gods into investing.

"Then why don't you pour all your power into me?"

Faced with the suspicious gazes of the four vendors, even in this hellish place filled with flesh and blood, the emperor managed to suppress a single tear:
“I know what you’re hesitating about. You think I’ll deceive you, but think about it. I am Mordred’s father after all. Letting me go is definitely the best choice.”

"That bastard has already focused all his power on Mordred, so I'm no threat to you now. Most importantly, are you comfortable letting the others go?"

The four vendors didn't believe a word of the first few sentences, but the last sentence struck a chord with them. After all, the fat man, the slime monster, the rascal snake, and the dog-headed man were their mortal enemies.

Four gazes met, and boundless divine power converged at a single point, all pouring into the human lord who stood holding a sword.

Under the infusion of the Four Gods, the missing part of the Emperor was restored, and he once again became that invincible golden psionic giant under the Four Gods.

"Ah, with such immense power, I lack nothing!"

But having learned his lesson, the Emperor's reputation score had already plummeted to negative numbers, and the four vendors simply didn't trust this scoundrel.

Four chains—red, blue, green, and purple—shot out and wrapped around the emperor's wrists and ankles, transforming into four chastity rings.

Unless the four vendors choose to remove it simultaneously, if any one of them causes a problem, the Emperor will be completely devoured. And if the Emperor dares to resist, unless he chooses to become an eternal Lord of Darkness, he will not be able to remove it at all.

The Emperor simply smiled at this insurance measure, saying, "We're all family, you're being too formal."

We must never believe a promise from a deadbeat like Emperor. We've been burned before, and we'll never fall for it a second time.

Taking the red scarf handed to him by the kobold, the Emperor tied it around his neck, his body shimmering with five-colored light as he made his final preparations before setting off. He ordered all Primarchs to keep a close eye on these four useless individuals.

As a golden light shot out, the Emperor's soul entered Mordred's body through the connection between the red scarves. Mordred, already aware of the danger, began to struggle.

But the four gods would not allow him to resist. The projections of the four gods entered the emperor's body one after another. The snake tail replaced the emperor's legs, the dog head replaced the emperor's head, and the blood-red arms were engulfed in flames.

Even the Zhengyi armor on his chest was torn open to reveal a hideous maw, providing the emperor, chosen by the Four Gods, with an indestructible and tenacious life.

"Croak—I've wanted to do this for a long time, God Emperor Annihilation Fist!"

A roar tore through the galaxy, shattering the fel crystals that filled the starry sky. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the colorful giant holding the Emperor's Sword stood there, transforming into a colossal figure the same size as Mordekaiser.

"You beast, tremble before the mighty power of us, the Four Gods, for love and peace, for life and wisdom!"

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Meanwhile, Guilliman was still on his way!

(End of this chapter)