Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 327 Which empire are you loyal to?
Q: If one day you were sleeping soundly, and you turned around to find your own father and a bunch of his brothers blocking your doorway, and without saying a word, they were like they'd taken the wrong medicine, and were hitting you all with Seven Wolves cigarettes, what would you think?

That's what happened with the Caliban uprising; it was all so confusing that nobody knew why.

For the Caliban, we have served the Empire with unwavering dedication, sending our own children into the First Legion, and everyone considers it an honor to join the Dark Angels.

But what they got in return was the collapse of the planet, the construction of foundries that sprang up from the ground, civilians dying suddenly in the workshops, and the near extinction of the native culture due to the impact of the Empire.

If that's the case, then so be it. After all, all the worlds suffered during the Great Crusade, but the Great Crusade was won, and you, Zhuang Sen, became the Imperial War General. Why are we still living such a miserable life?
Not only the indigenous people, but the Dark Angels are also in a mess. While other cousins ​​can enjoy honors on a high platform filled with flowers and applause, we can only carry out one shady secret mission after another.

Not only were these tasks illicit, but our achievements were also completely buried.

The once mighty First Legion is gone, and the recruits I personally trained are dead. These young people, full of hope and determined to bring glory to the Legion, faced their first battlefield only to be slaughtered by their own Gene Master.

An absurd beginning, an absurd experience, and even that absurd time-space storm that threw him into this cesspool for a full 400 years.

Seeing the enraged lion before him, Zabril, who had been beaten to his knees, could no longer contain his fury and roared:

"You're talking nonsense! You're the traitor! It was you who destroyed Caliban with your own hands, you who ruined all our hopes, and you who betrayed the Empire."

"Lies!" Leon roared, the enormous sound even stunning the Space Marines.

Although he shouted loudly, Leon did not smash anyone's head with a single punch; instead, he felt a little uncertain.

Was I wrong to destroy the traitor's planet? Should I have been kinder to my offspring? Perhaps I should have talked to Luther first.

Before Leon could figure it out, he heard the fallen angel beneath him roar, "You say I'm lying? Then where have you been for the past 1 years?"

"What ten thousand years? What nonsense are you spouting? Judging from the crest on your body, you should be from the Second Destroyer Fleet of the Third Company, a deacon of the Knights of the Three Keys, belonging to the Dreadwing, so you are Zabril."

The Lion King instantly opened the Fallen Angel's box and accurately pronounced the Fallen Angel's name simply by observing the lines on his body that seemed meaningless to outsiders.

"Take off your helmet! You're the one who shot me in the back back then, I remember you!"

Zabril, whose box was instantly opened, stopped pretending and directly removed his helmet, revealing an old man with wrinkles and white hair to the Lion King.

Looking at his offspring, who appeared even older than himself, the Lion King instinctively reached out and touched Zabril's face, startling Zabril so much that he didn't dare to breathe.

"No, this isn't real. Why have you gotten so old? No way! Even a Space Marine should be dead by now, even after 1 years. There's no way you could be alive now."

"It's strange, isn't it? That damned time storm not only destroyed Caliban, but also teleported us all to different places and different times. When I reappeared, it was 400 years ago."

And then, I became a fallen angel, hated by everyone!

At this point, Zabril grabbed a handful of sand and threw it at him, pointing to the ugly scar that stretched across half his face and spewing:

"For the past 400 years, I have been on the run from the Dark Angels. They would come after me every time I finished fighting the enemy, especially that bastard Azmodari. He chased me for 20 years to cover up the truth of his betrayal back then. It's all because of your good son, Johnsen!"

"Is it possible that it was just a misunderstanding?"

Upon hearing this, the two big guys, one big and one small, immediately turned their heads and looked at Kakia, who had interrupted them.

"Shut up! Loyalty that isn't absolute is absolutely disloyal!" ×2
Based on that sentence alone, Kakiya was certain that they were definitely father and son, but she still didn't understand why they couldn't talk properly. They had been arguing for so long, and she had almost finished her rations, but they still hadn't gotten to the point.

"How about you two have a fight? Whoever wins will get their way. I want to see a river of blood."

The Lion King was a little confused, wondering why she was so bold. Didn't she know who he was? You tell me to hit you, but I won't!
“Zabriel, let me tell you, I didn’t give any orders to bomb Kaliban at that time. I had just returned to Kaliban from Terra when we were attacked on the ground.”

"Luthor also made a deal with... with those monstrous things, gaining power in the process. The earth is teeming with demons, and now you blame the dark angels for hunting you down? You deserve it!"

Looking at the indignant Lion King, Zabril sighed: "I don't know what you mean by the order to fire, nor do I know what those forces are. All I know is that you started attacking indiscriminately as soon as you landed."

Deceiving others is one thing, but who carried out that indiscriminate orbital bombardment? It couldn't have been us!

Who would have thought that Caliban's new recruits would have to fight their own Primarch in their very first battle? How many people have you killed, Father?

And those demons—the demons appeared the moment you arrived. As for whether you bombed Caliban, you know the answer yourself; you have a history of such actions.

"I, I didn't bomb Koz's hometown. He's completely gone mad. And Olympia, Barbalus, Prospero, it was all out of desperation."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers watching nearby widened their eyes instantly. Although they couldn't understand it, they were deeply shocked.

After a moment of silence, Leon also sighed. After ten thousand years of slumber, Lord Hajimi had finally stopped exhaling and learned to think:
"You call me a traitor, then do you dare swear that you are still loyal? You, Zabril, are still loyal to the Emperor and mankind." Looking into the Lion King's eyes, Zabril did not hesitate at all and firmly stated that he was forever loyal to the Emperor and mankind.

Such honesty and decisiveness—it is precisely because of this that the Lion King suffers.

But finally, a hand was placed in front of Zabril. Looking at his son, who was no longer as robust as he once was, Zhuang Sen said:

"You said that 1 years has passed, which is indeed beyond comprehension, but I choose to believe you. Do you believe me, my uncrowned champion?"

"Hard to say."

"What did you say?"

"Do you dare to swear that you will always be loyal to the Emperor and the Empire?"

Zhuang Sen thought to himself, "I've already forgiven you, yet you dare to refuse." He instinctively felt angry again, and then he thought, "And you even dare to question my loyalty."

But the 1-year-old cat's nap was not in vain. Zhuang Sen thought to himself that the arrogance of the past had destroyed them, and he really could not be like that again.

“Very well, I swear! I pledge allegiance to the Emperor and to the Empire.”

Which empire are you loyal to?

"..."

"There is only one empire!"

Upon hearing this, Zabril was also shocked, and even doubted whether the lion in front of him was real. If it were before, he probably would have already blanked out his mind and cosplayed as Feralus.

But looking at the now unusually old lion, Zabril felt only sadness, and tears welled up in his eyes as he grabbed the lion king's outstretched hand.

"Why, why are you only saying this now? It's pointless. We've started a war against ourselves for no reason."

"Father!"

"Good boy!"

"Ah, why does this word sound so familiar? I think someone called me that before. Never mind, Father!"

"Good boy!"

The two giants, one large and one small, embraced and wept, which pleased everyone. They suggested that we should have a good meal, as it had been a long time since they had tasted meat.

Whether it's bad luck or good luck, due to its remote location, being a remote valley within a valley, Kamas has always been in a semi-developed state and doesn't even qualify for the elevenths tax.

However, due to the presence of a death angel group called the Lamenters in the surrounding star system, the small world of Kamas, which could only exchange wood for resources, attracted the attention of the Holy Blood Angels, who then stationed a small team there.

They didn't know why, but the angel said it was for your own good, and that you would be under their care from now on. They told you to pay more attention to disaster prevention drills when you had free time.

This was a pretty good start. With Astartes stationed there and no need to pay that damned eleven tax, Kamas was thriving and flourishing.

But as the Great Rift unfolded, Kamath, located in the dark side of the Empire, truly faced its end. First, the Death Angels known as the Lamenters Warband encountered the main force of the Black Legion, and then a group of green-skinned orcs appeared. After the orcs appeared, a group of metal skeletons also appeared for some reason.

In the end, even a tentacle of the Tyranids joined in the fun. Left with no other choice, the Weeping Ones had to make a tactical retreat, leading this horde of monsters into the Dark Void.

Even so, Kamas, which was affected, was reduced to half-ruins, which is why Zabril remained there and why the survivors wanted to have a good meal.

Because the survivors haven't had anything good to eat these days; they've been eating starch paste excreted from the starch synthesizer every day.

Moreover, this starch synthesizer is an antique, passed down from the Great Expedition era. The paste it produces recently even has a greenish tinge, and eating it will make your head spin.

Soon, the survivors held a meager but joyful feast in the camp, and it was at this time that Zhuang Sen learned about the current state of the Empire through Zabril.

"Damn it, Wen Bai is incompetent and has brought shame and disgrace to the country. How did the empire become like this? It's all Guilliman's fault. It seems I have to come out of retirement."

And that wasn't all. After calming down and carefully checking the accounts, the father and son, one big and one small, finally discovered the problem.

"That's not right. If neither of us gave the order to bomb Caliban, then who exactly destroyed Caliban?"

(End of this chapter)