Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 299 I Will Not Become a Memory (Part 2)

Blue sky with white clouds floating by, and dogs running below the clouds.

Sitting on the ground, Mordred held a paintbrush, pointing and gesturing at the model in front of her, telling her to turn left, then right, and finally uttering the lewd remark about sticking her butt out more:

"Are you ever going to stop, you bastard?"

Looking at the alluring woman on the canvas, Mordred ignored the Emperor's complaints, took out a frame, and mounted the painting before speaking:

"You bastard, I'm already being incredibly kind by leaving you two pieces of cloth. I have to leave something to prove I was here. I'll eat this little secret for the rest of my life."

Besides, I'm about to die, can't you grant me my last request?

Even tigers don't eat their cubs, so I don't know who is so cruel as to want their son to die.

I lost my parents when I was young, and then I ended up with such an unreliable biological father like you. I thought I'd finally be able to enjoy life, but who would have thought you'd be such a hopeless bastard.

The tall woman in the tight-fitting bodycon dress looked helpless, but she couldn't get angry. After all, no one would be happy to be asked to die.

"At least draw it as normal as possible. If these blasphemous things get out, where will I put my face?"

"Come on, old man Huang. It's one thing to fool others, but you think you can fool me? I can't even imagine how cunning you've been before. Where were you before the Terra Unification War?"

Where did the Emperor go before the Terra unification war? He was, of course, experiencing the local customs and culture of Comoros. As for how he experienced those customs and culture, that remains a secret.

"I went to Comoros to study foreign languages!"

"You've learned foreign languages ​​quite well; you even know that the Spirit Race doesn't have Great Thunder."

Without arguing much with the Emperor, Mordred put away the portrait and handed it to the weasel, who had already reverted to its original form.

The Emperor was right; he had to die once, because only in this way could he completely negate the effects of his ascension to godhood.

Previously, it was just speculation; only by truly embarking on this path to godhood will one understand just how enormous the abyss of divine status truly is.

Based on the current situation, becoming a warp deity requires not only the sacrifice of an entire race and the fusion of countless warp energies, but more importantly, the sacrifice of oneself. In other words, whoever wants to ascend to godhood will be the first sacrifice.

Even a being like Mordred, possessing high-dimensional characteristics, can be consumed by instinct in the process of questioning itself.

Just like in old zombie movies, after the zombies come back to life, the first people they persecute are their loved ones.

Moreover, due to the unique circumstances of the empire, heroism has been deeply rooted in the genes of every human being, and the reliance on strong and powerful individuals has become an instinct for every imperial citizen.

This caused Mordred's original plan to exploit a bug to establish the Darkmoon Cult to fail as the divine position symbolizing the dissolution of greed drew closer.

In gaming terms, it's like every creature that has faith in Mordred has to go through a round of will judgment.

If you can get through it, great. But if you can't, you'll become a chaotic cultist like someone who worships an evil god. Even worse, you might become a mindless, fel-infected entity like Atlas, who will only frantically devour everything.

When the Emperor asked his son to die, Mordred didn't actually resist much. After all, only by sacrificing everything and making everyone forget him could this divine calamity be stopped.

Mordred wasn't afraid of death. So what if he died once? He wouldn't really die. The only cost was that the resurrection process might take a long time.

Mordred grew up to be so worried about what state the empire would become.

"Ah~"

With a sigh, Mordred pulled out a pack of extra-strength Rick cigarettes and casually handed one to the Emperor.

"Old Huang, do you think that when I wake up again, I will see a human empire where there is no hunger, no oppression, where everyone lives in peace and prosperity, and where people have flown out of the galaxy and begun to colonize the starry seas under the call of the Empire's truth?"

"Forget it, this goal is too difficult for you. While I'm still alive, why don't you appoint a regent for me right in front of me?"

As expected, the emperor answered without hesitation, uttering the name Horus.

"Come on, Horus and I are already tainted. I think Guilliman is more suitable. The biggest advantage of the old 13 is that he is open-minded and can endure. Most importantly, all Primarchs have the same view of him."

Ambitious?

"..."

Seeing Mordred staring at him with hostility, the Emperor offered a rare explanation: "I was just stating the facts, and that's what you think too."

Mordred had no way to refute this statement, and even in the end, Atlas's ultimate hypothetical enemy was the Ultramarines.

"The past is the past, and the present is the present. The most important thing for the empire now is to recuperate and rebuild. Besides Guilliman, who else can serve as regent?"

Moreover, Guilliman's large hindquarters make him a good father, so having Guilliman as regent means the empire will have at least 25 blue cattle and horses to work for it.

On the other hand, regarding the good grandson…

Believe it or not, after thinking about it for a long time, the emperor realized that it was really true. His own son was useless, but his grandson was quite capable.

The only thing that made the Emperor hesitate was that he didn't want the Space Marines to participate in politics, but according to the plan Mordred had discussed with him before, the aura surrounding the Space Marines would be completely secularized in less than 1000 years.

Seeing that Old Man Huang was still hesitating, Mordred suggested again:
"Then we'll promote a Warmaster from among the other Primarchs, and establish a separation of powers, with the Warmaster in charge of military affairs, the Regent in charge of governance, and you, the mascot, sitting there, beating up anyone who disobeys. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"So you mean I can give the position of War General to..."

"Jonson!"

"Horus!"

Seeing that the damned weasel was still chanting Horus, Mordred couldn't hold back any longer and kicked it with a powerful flying kick:
"Damn it, I thought Horus was just having a one-sided father complex, but I never expected the reason was you, you dog egg, you're really stubborn, I told you Horus is already dirty."

I don't care, Horus is ill anyway, Zhuang Sen should do his best, I choose Zhuang Sen as the war commander!

If the Lion King saw his good brother supporting him so strongly, he might burst into tears on the spot. The second brother truly considers him a brother.

When a person is about to die, their words are often good. Regardless of what the emperor was thinking, he ultimately agreed to Mordred's will.

But this is just the beginning. After all, Mordred only needs to die, while the Emperor has much more to consider.

The first problem is the chastity ring on the Emperor's body. It looks troublesome, but it is actually the simplest thing. After all, for Mordred, who is now on the verge of success, it is easy to remove it.

The problem is that as soon as these four chastity rings are removed, the other side will immediately notice.

What's more troublesome is that, with Tzeentch's astonishing actions, the two dimensions have gradually merged, and no one knows what will happen in the future.

Considering the previous situation where Rambo possessed Guilliman, Mordred felt it was a bit unreliable, but what could she do?

A daring plan took shape in Mordred's mind: he had to leave behind a seed, an anchor point that would allow him to remain in this world even after his resurrection, and this seed had to be kept secret from everyone.

"Tom! Yes, Tom is still alive."

Despite the network barrier, he was still able to sense the 782 remaining Space Marines of Atlas through the connection of the Gene Seed, thanks to his own immense power.

Suppressing her instincts as much as possible, a thought drifted along the gap in the net to Tom's side, propelled by Mordred.

"Father, is that you?"

"Yes, listen carefully, I will soon die, but don't be sad, I will not die completely."

But my death will take everything away; Atlas will be completely forgotten by everyone. However, for me to be resurrected, Atlas depends entirely on you. You must lead Atlas to survive.

"But Father, why did you choose me? I'm just a good-for-nothing who's waiting to die..."

"A lazy bum just waiting to die, huh?" Mordred's tone softened as she comforted him.
"Although Tom, you have neither Goff's strategic planning nor Brian's bravery, and you are not as good as Levi's and Gawain in terms of professional skills, and you are not even as good-looking as Kiaran."

You have a long list of flaws, but hardly any strengths, yet I'll still choose you. Do you know why?

"Because I am your proudest son, Father?"

"No!" Mordred's thoughts transformed into a powerful punch, slamming into Tom's head:
"Since everyone before me has already kicked the bucket, who else could I choose but you? But don't look down on others. Compared to your other brothers, you have one very significant advantage—you're extremely shameless!"

Tom considered his father's assessment to be pure prejudice, but Mordred didn't give him a chance to say anything bad:
Tom Cruise.

"To!"

"Now, in my Primarchy, I appoint you as the third Legion Commander of Atlas, and your first task is to break up the army into smaller units and preserve as much of Atlas's flame as possible. I don't need to teach you how to do that, do I?"

Tom nodded, indicating that his father could rest assured that the Second Legion had no secrets.

"Alright, since that's the case, I have nothing more to say. Remember to come out of the net after I die."

Before that, I command all of you to write down all your memories of Atlas, because once you leave the Netway, you will forget everything about Atlas.

And since I'll forget all my memories, you guys better pick a cool name for me, so I don't come back to life and can't find you guys.

"Name?" Everything else was fine, but when it came to naming someone, Tom was really getting a headache.

"How about calling him Father of the Emperor?"

Before he could finish speaking, a massive, emerald-green fel energy blast slapped Tom across the face. Mordred thought to himself, "No wonder the Emperor always likes to slap me; this feeling is fucking awesome!"

"You bastard, I told you to hide yourselves, hide yourselves! Isn't choosing this name just asking for a beating? If you go out with this name, you'll be lost in the warp the very next day. Change it."

After being subjected to several more intense confrontations, Tom finally came up with a name that Mordred was somewhat satisfied with—Blood Raven.

In fact, Atlas had already used the name Blood Raven. Like the Black Knights, it was a special forces unit within Atlas whose job was to dig up graves and generate revenue for the legion.

After giving Tom his instructions, Mordred still felt uneasy and looked at the red scarf around his neck, which contained the image of his disciple Rambo, who had been cut in two by the Vengeance Soul and was fast asleep.

"Dog, wake up! Master has a task for you. Stick your butt out. I'm going to stuff something inside you. Hopefully, Guilliman will never know how this cigarette got across the border."

So what about memory and cognition?

Mordred left behind one trick after another, and after doing all that, time finally came to an end.

"Old Huang, you mean to say that Xiao Mo and Vulcan are now under control, right?"

"Yes, and Koz too!"

"I understand."

Seeing the Emperor poised to strike, Mordred didn't hesitate at all, reaching out and crushing the four bracelets.

And the moment the bracelet shattered, it kicked the Emperor out of his mental world and flew back into his physical body.

At the same time, the silver spear was completely burned out, and the supreme crown, symbolizing the dissolution of greed, was finally formed, celebrating the birth of the fifth deity.

But just as even the warp was celebrating, a golden-haired giant with four arms and a long tail suddenly appeared and grasped the crown that symbolized supreme power:
"Hehe, I won't become a memory! Your time is running out."

With the first cry of this god, and the only holy word uttered, Mordred Wayne, the Great Devourer who devours all things—died!

He died at the age of five seconds.

This sudden turn of events left everyone bewildered, unable to comprehend the meaning behind Mordred's words.

Only the emperor let out a sharp, violent cry:
"run!"

"What?"

"Run!"

As soon as the Emperor finished speaking, everyone saw Mored's body flashing wildly, emitting strange beeping sounds, and the speed was increasing.

Without any hesitation, realizing that their lives might be in danger, the four peddlers joined forces with the Emperor for the first time, tearing open space to try to escape, even taking the human ships next to them with them.

At this point, nothing else mattered. The four divine projections began to plunder the original body indiscriminately, and the Emperor once again sought out the Dark King to borrow money from him.

At this critical moment of life and death, the Black Sun, which had been secretly plotting behind the scenes, did not hesitate and began to pour endless dark fire into the Emperor's hook.

The immense power surging into his body caused the emperor to let out a painful howl. If his groin had not been wide enough, he might have been torn to pieces by the five divine powers in an instant, becoming the Shang Yang of the empire.

Even so, the five peddlers and the Emperor were too late. As the red light on Mordred's body flashed faster and faster, a dark spot of light appeared above his head.

Countless green specks of light rushed in from the Milky Way and disappeared into the dark sphere of light, directly sucking in the Khan and Rus, who were closest to it.

"boom!"

Since Mordred came into this world, the energy she had accumulated has completely erupted, and the divine position that should have been formed was instantly detonated.

Five five-second intervals later, a vibrant green light, 55555 times brighter than a supernova, burst forth from the dark void and briefly shot out of the Milky Way, illuminating some beasts that were feasting.

Not only the physical universe was affected, but the warp was even more severely impacted. Souls, demons, or any other strange warp creatures—anything tainted by fel energy—were instantly reduced to ashes, with only a very small number surviving.

What happens in the physical world also happens in the subspace: the same emerald green meteors, the same pitch-black orbs of light, the same destructive explosions.

This was undoubtedly a betrayal, a betrayal by the fifth deity named Mordred against the warp will that granted him supreme power.

The Burning Legion vanished, but with its disappearance, the realms of the four gods that had been devoured began to crumble, turning into countless tiny fragments that attracted a frenzy of warp entities.

It wasn't just the Burning Legion that vanished, nor was it just Atlas; even Mordred's existence was crumbling away little by little.

Such a massive energy explosion directly accelerated the fusion of the two dimensions, causing violent turbulence throughout the entire galaxy.

Pieces of shattered starry sky were embedded in the Milky Way, and fragments of subspace were embedded in the Sea of ​​Souls.

Because they belonged to the same group, most of the fragments were rapidly digested, with only a very small portion showing signs of rejection, giving rise to one distorted void after another.

The former Taran has completely disappeared, becoming a giant void that pierces through the dual barriers of the physical universe and the subspace, eventually connecting to the former Tranquil 50 world, which is now the Great Vortex.

But none of that mattered to them anymore; what mattered was that they had survived the horrific explosion.

The repercussions of Mordred's fall went far beyond that; all memories of him began to fade, and some things were completely changed with his demise.

As the memories deep within their hearts crumbled little by little, everyone felt an emptiness in their hearts, and an indescribable sadness began to spread throughout the entire fleet.

But it came quickly and went quickly; within just five seconds, the memory of Mordred vanished from everyone's minds.

Who is Mordred? Nobody knows!

What does Atlas mean on weaponry? Nobody knows. It's probably a branch of the Martian Mechanicus.

Even the existence of the Second Legion was completely replaced by another shattered dimension after being merged with it, becoming a little secret in the Emperor Eleven's Slaughter.

As memories of Mordred faded, no one knew what they had done before, only that they had destroyed a powerful alien.

But what no one knew was that as the two dimensions completely merged, some counterfeit items that hadn't been dragged in by the four peddlers also came to this world.

Looking at the four peddlers emerging from his body, the emperor had no idea what he was doing. He only remembered that his first son Horus had rebelled and made Leon the war commander.

"Wait, why did I make Leon the war commander?"

The four vendors were equally bewildered. Their domain looked like it had been chewed up by a dog, and they even managed to burrow into the body of the cursed one. "Are we really that close?"
Khorne stared blankly at the red scarf around his neck, then suddenly startled and quickly touched his head:
"No! Why do I have a dog's head?"

With Khorne's cry of alarm, the other three evil gods also noticed something was wrong. Tzeentch discovered that his Carlos had disappeared and turned into a blue-haired... demon who didn't look very smart.

As for Nurgle, I discovered that not only had my soup pot shrunk, but it also had a ring of teeth marks on it. As for Slaanesh, needless to say, his sixth Silver Palace was missing a layer, turning into a fifth Silver Palace.

Doubt, confusion, and unease about a certain void led the emperor and the four peddlers at the center to look at each other, each believing the other was behind it all.

As for the original gene, it was in the same state. After the two essences merged, they subconsciously looked at each other.

But the Emperor soon noticed something strange about the four good-for-nothings' eyes; they were looking at…

"Buhao!"

In an instant, four colossal hands shot out and grabbed at the Primarch, which was in chaos.

And this scene was witnessed by Guilliman, who arrived precisely nine hours on time.

"What happened?"

(End of this chapter)