Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 316 Hehe, I must survive!

With the departure of the Primarch, humanity, now without the guidance of a demigod, gradually adapted to the initial chaos and embarked on a path of self-development.

During this period, Guilliman's prestige continued to rise. 3000 years of accumulation had allowed the human empire to amass a massive force that could be considered a hegemon.

With such a massive size, the empire survived major events such as the Apostolic Age, the Cursed Army, the Black Crusade, the Third War of the Beasts, and the Wangorich Rebellion.

Of course, heroes from all over the world are as numerous as carp crossing a river, and countless heroic epics have emerged during this period. Among them are many extraordinary men who have descended from the heavens and want to change the distorted and declining state of the empire.

But even the Primarch, with its boundless ambition, could not withstand the decline of the Empire, given its immense and despairing size.

The so-called celestial warriors were far fewer than the stars of the Empire, and in the end, they could only shine briefly like fireworks before burning out their last bit of light and heat.

And so, in the process of constant repairs and patching, the empire was completely reduced to a mountain of code. Even if it was known that the empire was in trouble, it could not be touched, because if it was touched, the empire would collapse completely.

Over nearly ten thousand years of gradual evolution, the empire finally became what the original human rulers hated most: a giant cesspool embodying feudal ignorance, cruelty, bloodthirstiness, corruption, stagnation, and depravity.

Following this trend, the empire should have fallen apart long ago. But just as the four Chaos Gods were basking in their own glory at their masterpiece, they suddenly discovered a terrifying truth.

That is, through nearly ten thousand years of persistent and frenzied prayers by mankind, even without ascending to godhood, the emperor became a twisted monster capable of contending with the four gods.

This is only for emperors who have not yet ascended to godhood. If an emperor were to emulate the Mexis during the ancient Terra era and accidentally let something slip out of his buttocks, the Dark Lord born would cause everyone to die!
It's almost impossible for chaos to overturn, but it's almost impossible for it not to overturn.

To prevent the human empire from destroying itself, countless Chaos Demons followed one after another, diligently cultivating the empire and taking root in its heart.

Countless demons died silently in the imperial bureaucracy, eventually leading to the creation of the terrifying punishment of exile to the empire.

Besides the Chaos Demons, various aliens also arrived, including the Necromancers whose technology rivaled magic, the Dark Eldar whose numbers fluctuated, the green-skinned Orcs who were gradually resurfacing and spreading, the blue-skinned aliens known as the Tau Empire, and the cunning cult that worshipped the Four-Armed Emperor.

Amidst this vibrant life, as if all things were flourishing, the entire Milky Way descended into utter chaos, even giving rise to a fantastical scene where cunning villains perished while chaos reigned supreme.

When the time reached 999.m40, Chaos War General Abadan seized the opportunity and launched the 13th Black Expedition.

After thousands of years of continuous raiding, the Black Legion has become the greatest threat to the Empire. If the Primarch were in charge, Abaddon would never dare to be so presumptuous. Unfortunately, the era of the Primarch has ended!
Of the existing Primarchs, only Robert Guilliman, the father of the Ultramarines, ruler of the 500 worlds of Alteramar, king of Macragge, compiler of the Astartes Codex, and ambitious man, is still alive, but he has become a famous tourist attraction in Hera Fortress.

But the Primarch is the Primarch. In order to extinguish the last hope of the human empire and to conquer the rare and fertile land of the world of Alteramar 500.

With the fall of Cartier and the Great Rift tearing the human empire in two, the once-glorious Black Legion set its sights on the last remaining Primarch.

But it wasn't just Abaddon, Guilliman's good nephew, who had his eye on him; there was also a group of Eldar with pointed ears who called themselves the Death Army.

What happened next is more abstract. Just as Macragge was about to fall, Calgar, the ICU Sage known as the Blue Comet and then the leader of the Ultramarines Chapter, decided to take a gamble.

He directly defied public opinion and brought Evelynn, the leader of the Death Army, and the Great Sage of Forging, Kaul, to Robert Guilliman, the father of genes.

Calgarh clearly made the right gamble this time. After Evelynn killed Blue Papa with a single blow using the Old Woman's Sword, Guilliman was revived by the power of the Grim Reaper and directly reversed life and death, transforming into an invincible war god and smashing the Black Legion's head in one fell swoop!
"Rambo, you have no idea. When I woke up, a despicable Chaos Demon came flying at me with two axes in hand."

However, as my father’s most proud son, how could I, Guilliman, be an ordinary person?

Under the incredulous gaze of that bloodthirsty monster, I effortlessly disarmed him, crushing the chainsaw axe blade with my bare hands, and then, with a powerful blow to his skull, I smashed his dog's head!

"Are you sure? I heard that when you first recovered, you were naked and then got beaten up by a bunch of Alphas."

And you said one minute you were talking about the Chaos Demon, and the next you said you were talking about the Bloodthirsty Demon. You can fool your brothers, but don't fool yourself.

Calgar told me that it was clearly a shirtless World Eater minion that lunged at you. It's only because you're shameless that you didn't get your head smashed.

And let me ask you, Guilliman, you piece of trash, do you have a problem with me?
"Look into my eyes and say, what do you see?"

Nourished by Guilliman's spirit, Rambo has transformed from a ghost into a semi-transparent entity resembling a phantom. The good news is that Rambo no longer needs to possess Guilliman's body to steal offerings, but the bad news is that others can now see Rambo.

As Mordred's most trusted disciple, Rambo inevitably picked up the habit of being foul-mouthed. Whenever the Old One recounted the Primarch's dark history, the Primarch's guards could only try their best to hold back. Even if they couldn't hold back, they had to, or they would be dragged into the gladiatorial cage that night to fight the entire warband one-on-one.

Guilliman stared at the dog brother with a death stare, his gaze lingering for a moment on Rambo's chipped ear, then at his muzzle, and said cautiously:
"Huh, a dog?"

"..."

Rambo laughed, and as he tugged at Guilliman's white hair, he sprayed:

"You know I'm a canine-man and you still call others dogs? So what if I'm a dog? Without me, could you have defeated Magnus?"

"Pah! If I hadn't intervened, you'd probably be beaten to your knees and used as a weapon. You call yourself an invincible war god? I suspect that spirit girl squeezed your brains dry."

Upon hearing this, all the Ultra Warriors instinctively perked up their ears and slowly moved closer to their respective genetic fathers.

"What are you doing here? Take that damned little angel away from me! And Digglis, as a psionic think tank, can't you just complete this summoning circle instantly?"

Digglis was very aggrieved at being scolded for no reason. He wanted to tell his genetic father that psychic powers were not magical abilities that could make wishes come true, but he couldn't explain it, and it didn't make sense.

As a seasoned prophetic psionicist, Digglis could sense the fear hidden in the heart of the Father of Genesis. Although fear was an impossible emotion for a Primarch, it was indeed the case.

When Guilliman rose from the dead and saw the empire before him, which was countless times worse than a cesspool, he became utterly despondent.

But there was no other way. He was the only one left in the empire who could shoulder the responsibility. He had to step up. If Kiriman didn't stand up, no one else could save the empire.

This is why Guilliman cherishes Rambo so much; after all, although Rambo has a foul mouth, he is the only dog ​​whose values ​​align with Guilliman's.

During one of his routine shifts, the think tank chief even saw his father slapping himself repeatedly in the face in the middle of the night while facing the Book of Astartes. This incident caused a drop in morale among the Ultramarines, who believed it was a sign of the Gene Fathers' displeasure with them.

But now the opportunity has come. Under the guidance of the dog-man who calls himself Rambo, Digglis has learned a summoning array called the Dark Gate.

Although this magic circle called the Dark Gate seemed blasphemous, the father personally guaranteed that as long as the ritual was successful, his lost brother could be summoned.

My father's brother must be the Primarch, and based on the indistinct portrait, this Primarch has thick blond hair, superhuman strength, and extraordinary wisdom.

Based on this, this person must be an archangel, or at the very least, the wolf king Lemanrus, or even the lion king, which would fit the description.

However, Digglis still believed that the Primarch should be Saint Gilles, because he learned from his friend Mephisto that the Archangel had actually been guiding them all along.

The think tank director was quite excited at the thought that his idol, the archangel, was about to appear and could share the burden with his father.

"My father loves me, and I love my father. For my father's sake, I must complete this mission!"

Soon, with the Smurfs' continued construction, a Dark Gate rose from the ground, and oranges, gold coins, cigarettes, and red scarves were placed as summoning items as Rambo instructed.

Five psionicists, following designated directions, channeled their psionic energy into the Dark Portal to initiate the summoning.

In an instant, a turquoise energy vortex floated in the center of the dark gate, the surrounding space began to vibrate rapidly, and a vision of a turquoise grassland gradually formed, as if some being was descending upon this place.

But as time passed, the Dark Portal failed to summon anything; instead, it went out, causing Guilliman to instinctively glance at Rambo.
"That shouldn't be the case. According to the plan left by the boss, he should have already won the revival match by now."

Moreover, the fel energy has already begun to activate; even you, a psionic Muggle, can remember the boss's name. The ritual must have been successful.

Just as everyone was puzzled, a subspace rift suddenly appeared at the bottom of a nest in the Hades Galaxy, and then spewed out a lump of black sludge.

Perhaps sensing no threat around it, the jelly-like black slime dog began to wriggle stealthily and eventually entered a nearby scavenger settlement.

"Hehe, I must survive!"

(End of this chapter)