Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 329 The empire governs the world with filial piety (6K)

"Kid, I'm a refined and easy-going person. I don't engage in racial discrimination. After all, I'm not some evil god."

"See those demon skeletons all around? I gave each of them a chance, so now I'm going to ask you a question. If you can answer it, I'll let you go; if you can't, you'll have to go inside me."

Although the blonde girl before him was riddled with weaknesses, Sephiro felt a sense of oppression from the top of the food chain, like a mouse before a cat, making it tremble all over.

"My lord, although I am just a vampire, for some reason, I feel a sense of closeness when I see you. I will answer whatever you ask. Perhaps you could have your men put down their guns first, as I am a little scared that they are pointed at my head."

Mordred nodded, gesturing for the dark angels to put down their guns. He reached out and stroked the vampire's rugged head, asking:
"I won't bully you. I can tell you're not exactly a bright person. Since that's the case, I won't ask you any academic questions. Do you know what your Blood God's real name is?"

"..."

In its final moments, the vampire who called himself Saphiro smiled with relief, and then, like all the other demons in the Demon Workshop, was drained of its life force by Mordred and reduced to a skeleton.

The originally faint, wispy fel energy expanded rapidly, propelling Mordred's power forward at an astonishing speed. However, after a week of frenzied absorption, Mordred came to a halt.

It's not that there aren't enough demons, it's just that Mordred doesn't want to repeat the same mistake. He ruined his character in the first playthrough, so he definitely wants to try something different in the second playthrough.

Last time, he was greedy and ended up getting a stomachache, which caused him to have his personality depleted for a full 1 years. This time, he must have a balanced diet.

Fortunately, the Dark Angels are a large and powerful family, and the Stone Fortress is full of treasures, including the very thing Mordred needs most right now—a fragment of the Star God.

Inside the Stone Fortress, accompanied by high-ranking members of the chapter, Mordred arrived at the Dark Angels' vault. Although it was not as grand as the Emperor's Vault of Wonders, it still retained the foundation of the Legion's former elder brother.

This is a prison divided by 13 static force fields, supported by 23 energy harmonizing stabilizers, and equipped with two independent plasma reactors. It is a prime example of a powerful and imposing prison, with a somewhat reminiscent of the Green Leopards. Its prisoners are lumps of unstable metal churning with scorching bubbles.

Although it looked abstract, Mordred recognized the unfortunate fellow at a glance. After all, although Old Man Huang was despicable, he had never skimped on Mordred's food. The feed he gave Mordred was Void Dragon Head scraps.

“Your Highness, this is an ancient relic we discovered 7000 years ago in a tomb world. We picked it up because nobody wanted it.”

"Oh, let me guess, were the personnel involved in that operation from the Second Company of the combat group?"

Azrael was a little confused, but his duty as Chapter Master compelled him to report truthfully: "Yes, Your Highness, the Dark Angels are different from other chapters. The so-called 'double' refers to Ravenwing, which is currently under the command of Grandmaster Ravenwing Samel, however..."

"But what?"

When this was mentioned, Azriel immediately looked half-dead. That little expression, if it were in a TV series, would instantly tell you who was suffering the most.

"Your Highness is unaware of the truth. Ravenwing is good in every way, except for its somewhat cruel style of doing things and its habit of peeling people's skin for no reason. It can be said that it is a model of the warband. It is also particularly tall. It is no exaggeration to say that they are the face of the warband."

But they have one strange habit: they like to steal.

Perhaps feeling that saying this might sound like talking behind someone's back, Azrael added, "But Your Highness, you can rest assured that Ravenwing is just a little eccentric, and is by no means a notorious villain like Bloodraven."

"..."

"Your Highness, you don't know, those Blood Ravens are truly the worst of the worst. Of course, I'm not saying they're disloyal, no, the Blood Ravens are indeed somewhat disloyal."

According to ancient records, Blood Raven first appeared in the Hand of Steel. Its Chapter Master Tom Cruise had close ties with many Primarchs, and even we Dark Angels had a deep collaboration with him.

But I'm certain they are not Prince Feralas's offspring. Judging by their appearance, their genetic father was certainly no good either, most likely the bastard Magnus, the Primarch, whose feet ooze pus.

"Oh no, what if they have some kind of reason?"

Hearing Mordred still defending Blood Raven, and seeing her genuine sincerity, Azrael was deeply moved, which strengthened his resolve to make that choice.

“Your Highness, you are too kind. Ezekiel told me that I was also suffering greatly. If I hadn’t met a kind priest on the Feast of the Assumption of Saint Gillespie, I might have starved to death.”

"Wait, why don't the other Primarchs have festivals after they die?"

Upon hearing this, Azrael quickly grabbed Mordred's hand and reassured him:
"Your Highness, please stop pretending. I understand. Your arrival is a sign from the Emperor. We are currently in the Underworld Star System, so close to Baal. You even participated in the Second Empire back then."

Now that Guilliman is back, it's definitely your turn. As for that unpleasant guy, let's just forget about him.

Mordred was completely confused. He felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "I'm already wearing designer brands, what are you talking about?"

However, Asriel continued to deal damage.

"But Blood Ravens are different. They are really too evil. They even stole from me and then praised me to death, saying that I am a super genius."

Moreover, my inference is not without basis. First of all, their war cry is wrong. They say that knowledge is power and that we should protect it.

If this isn't enough to prove it, then they are merely a single warband, yet secretly possess an additional 500 think tank members and 1500 technical sergeants.

Those black orcs—no, those black Templars—at least put on an act, knowing to use the Eternal Crusade as an excuse. These guys, they've stopped even bothering to pretend.

And Father, don't think I'm just joking. Their behavior is really too abstract. Stealing alien things is understandable, but they can't even steal from their own people, can they?

They even stole into the palace, selling the Imperial Guard's motorcycles to White Scar, and then stealing the motorcycles from White Scar and selling them to Oil Man.

The funniest thing was that once, the Ultramarines' second company commander, Titus, called for reinforcements. Titus was even more abstract, and the reinforcements he called for were Blood Ravens.

When we went to provide support, the Chaos Demons were gone, the Green-skinned Orcs were gone, and even the entire world's foundries had been looted.

The temperature was -30 degrees Celsius. There wasn't a single piece of iron on Titus' body. The three of them were squatting in the corner with only their loincloths on. What was even more ironic was that there was a small stove in front of them.

But that wasn't the end of it. He was reported by his own underlings and dragged naked to Thunder Eagle. He's still serving his sentence at Black Shield.

The Blood Ravens chapter is particularly strange. I personally witnessed them once glowing green and pinning a Chaos Archmage to the ground, hacking him to death. I also saw them trade one-for-one trades with an Orc Boy. It's hard to believe they're so intense.

But this is only the unethical and unstable aspect; the most serious problem is their collusion with Chaos. Their think tank has betrayed them, and moreover, it's the Blood God.

At this point, Azrael chuckled to himself. As everyone knows, the think tank is involved in psionic power. If the think tank were to fall into corruption, it would most likely be co-opted by the usurper. The rest would either become rotten canned goods or perverted canned goods.

As for turning into mindless slaughterhouses, others may not know, but Azrael saw one such case in the Dark Angels' files.

As for how this act of rebellion was quelled, Azrael was a little unsure, but according to rumors, Tom, who was then the Warband Commander, took a photograph to the Imperial Guard, and then nothing came of it.

"Father, I feel like there's something off about the way you're looking at me!"

"Huh? How could that be? I'm not a petty person. What does Blood Raven's immorality have to do with me? What do you mean by that? Do you have a problem with me?"

Mordred's face was indeed grim. He wondered how his legion had become like this, but when he thought that it was Tom who had done it, he wasn't surprised.

After all, Tom is the most abstract character among the eccentric characters in Atlas, and he even peeked at Ilda taking a bath.

But none of that matters. What matters is that by eating this little snack, Mordred will have the resources to return to the Empire.

A jet-black viscous liquid, crackling with emerald lightning, emerged from Jeanne's body and spewed outwards at a rate completely disproportionate to her size, embedding itself into the device containing the fragments of the Prisoner Burner.

As Mordred seeped in, cracks began to spread across the force field. The unstable molten metal, radiating scorching heat, twisted and deformed, eventually transforming into a humanoid object that shone with brilliant starlight and resembled Aladdin's lamp.

Boom!

With a burst of fire, the 1.5-meter-tall fire giant raised its head, its face, twisted from living metal and materialized flames, perfectly mimicking a mocking sneer.

"Hahaha, I have been imprisoned for countless years, and now, I am finally free!"

"Unstoppable, unyielding! From this moment forward, I will exact my revenge on those despicable slaves and traitors, and set the entire galaxy ablaze!"

"Goodbye, the Milky Way has it tough too, burning fiercely all the time. Have you ever thought about how it feels?"

"who is it?"

The Burner suddenly turned his head, a flaming cloak slung diagonally out, and looked at the lump of black mud at his feet, then he was dumbfounded.

In terms of strength, the Burner might be beaten to death by the Nightbringers; in terms of intelligence, the Burner would be utterly crushed by the Void Dragons; and even in terms of eloquence, it is inferior to the Deceitful One, the source of all evil, and has always been in a mediocre position.

But as the only free fragment in existence, the Burner naturally donned the skin that had been peeled off by the Silent King Szalak along with the living metal skin, as a decoration to showcase the prestige of the Star God's vengeance.

After all, he was once a well-known and powerful Star God. Although the Burner had a fiery temper, he had gained a lot of support from both the Ancient Saint Star God and Ancient Saint factions. 90% of his fragments were being used as batteries by the Silent King. This small fragment was also taken to the extreme.

But none of that matters. What matters is sophistication!

But looking at the black slime that dared to interrupt him, the Burner was in a bit of a predicament.

First, the Burner was certain that this was definitely not one of those good-tasting warp entities. Although the Burner was a Stargod, he was all too familiar with warp entities.

I wouldn't say I'm extremely knowledgeable, but I've seen at least ten thousand, if not nine thousand.

In that vibrant era, when everything flourished, besides the intervention of the ancient sages, there were also a large number of naturally born subspace entities.

These subspace entities vary greatly in strength, ranging from the powerful Kane, who was empowered by the Old Ones, to the Dog King Goldar, who occupies most of the galaxy. They can even be compared to them and have absolute dominance within the Sea of ​​Souls.

However, the weaker ones are quite weak; even the Protectorate Clan is barely able to survive and can only become cannon fodder under the Ancient Saints. But if you were to say that the black slime in front of you is a Star God, it doesn't quite seem like one. It has a strong Warp aura, as strong as Warp fragments, but it also has the characteristics of a Star God. If you look closely, it is indeed a Star God.

It's like the Celestials are tigers, the Warp is lions, and Mordred is a liger. Something doesn't quite fit either way, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

"Who are you anyway?"

These words seemed to have triggered some kind of switch, and even though Mordred was just a lump of black slime, he let out an arrogant laugh:
"It's been 1 years, a full 1 years, and finally someone has asked me that question again."

I finally understand why Old Huang always had that bunch of useless corn spirits around acting as the atmosphere-maker. That's exactly what I've been waiting for!
Listen up, I am: — Lord of Tranquility, Father of Atlas, Commander of the Burning Legion, Warmaster of the Empire, Lord of the Dark Moon, Great Pioneer, Successor of the Old Ones, Fifth God of the Sea of ​​Souls, Terminator Who Devours All Things, the Empire's Number One Technique Master, Mushroom King, Undefeated, the Coolest, Most Domineering, Most Evil, and Forever Healthy Mordred in the Galaxy!!!

"Brother Yantou, it's me, Xiao Mo!"

"..."

"..."

Azrael panicked, thinking, "Something's not right. Shouldn't it be Saint Gilles? Ezekiel already told me, so who is Mordred? And what about the Lord of Tranquility? Shouldn't this be the homeworld of Blood Ravens? Oh no!"
Compared to Azrael's ashen face, the Burner was less concerned, because he recognized a figure from Mordred's rapid-fire speech—that clueless Void Dragon who had always looked down on him:

"This place can't hold that many people. Stop insulting my amazing wisdom with your nonsense. Tell me, who are you? Were you sent by that stinking idiot with the triangular head, Void Dragon?"

"I won't repeat myself. A Star God fragment of your level has no right to breathe on me. Azmin, launch us out of here. This place is too small. I don't want to see Caliban shatter again."

As for you, bro, you smell so good!

"what?"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless fine tentacles gushed out from Mordred's body, carrying indescribable memetic contamination and pouring into the Burner's body.

Faced with this threat, how could the burners give up?
He saw Mordred's intention: to devour him, and the Burner shared the same thought.

Compared to the warp gods, the cosmic stars born from the physical world are more purely unequal, with the law of the jungle being the fundamental logic of the entire physical world.

The only price to pay is going insane, but the current Burners no longer have the luxury of making that choice.

Without any hesitation, after Mordred gave the order, Azrael immediately pressed the launch button, sending the entire containment device into the void.

On one side is Captain Flamehead, who once brought the flames of war to the netherworld and completely changed the course of the Heavenly War.

On one side is Mordred, an extremely evil being that is indestructible, unyielding, and capable of corrupting the Chaos God!
Will we win? We will! After all, none of them are human.

In an instant, the cage that had imprisoned the Burner melted away, and the concept of combustion in the laws of physics was manifested to its fullest extent, with massive amounts of light and heat radiating out from all around the Burner.

But Mordred was no ordinary person. The fel barrier blocked the critical high temperature, and the distorted pollution from the higher-dimensional characteristics spread upwards. During the process of evaporation and dissolution, the black slime did not disappear, but instead turned into some kind of strange semi-energy entity and entered the burner's body.

The laws of physics were distorted and modified by the Burner, and then reset by Mordred. If the once invincible Burner were to appear in person, Mordred might be killed on the spot and resurrected again.

But now the Burner is just a piece of debris that can't even be called a fragment. Mordred has been pulled, but its essence hasn't changed. The two are about the same.

"Bastard, let me go!"

"I won't let you go, my good brother. How can I live without you?"

"Is this how you treat your brothers?"

"Don't be so selfish. We're the Prison Shield Heroes. Let me have a lick."

What? You're saying you don't consider me your brother? Then I guess I'll just have to uninstall you.

The once-impressive clash of laws came to a complete halt. The Burner was out of power, and Mordred was also exhausted. The two wrestled repeatedly in the void like a bunch of thugs.

Even the close-quarters wrestling is extremely abstract, with one being amorphous black slime and the other being ionized high-temperature molten lava, inevitably turning into a aimless war of attrition.

That's one of Mordred's goals; he's absolutely not afraid of anyone when it comes to health bars.

Fel energy, born from the fusion of the power of the Astral Gods and the warp magic, is like a lump of cancer cells; once it attaches, it can never be completely eradicated. In the ebb and flow of power, Mordred quickly gained an absolute advantage.

"Goo-"

555 seconds later, the once invincible Burner fell.

As the Burner was completely absorbed by Mordred, the fel energy that had appeared in the form of lightning began to change rapidly, eventually becoming a kind of scorching, viscous liquid that spewed out emerald green, scorching fel fire.

The amorphous black slime disappeared, replaced by a long, slender dragon with four arms, a long tail, bone wings, and a ferocious maw.

Although this is only the first step on the road to the top, it is the most difficult step. Breaking through to one hundred assets in the midst of zero and one is simply a perfect start.

With her wings of light unfurled, Mordred could soar freely in the void, like a wild dog that had been confined at home for 1 years and then suddenly found itself on the grasslands.

"Hehehe, I have everything I need!"

But to the dark angel peering out the window, there was no ferocious beast running rampant; instead, there was a golden-haired angel reborn from the ashes in flames.

As Mordred regains some of her strength, the extraordinary charisma she inherited from the yellow skin begins to amplify once more, reaching a point where it distorts perception, allowing observers to witness the scene they most desire.

However, this trait is not perfect. After all, Mordred sees the Emperor as a silly, greasy middle-aged man, while Horus sees the Emperor as a weirdo. You never know how strange human desires can be.

After having enough fun, Mordred transformed into human form, except that her height shrank to three meters, she was basically no different from her former self.

After adjusting his power distribution to primarily use the power of the Star God, Mordred became much stronger, completely shedding his former thin and frail appearance, and even the crimson battle markings on his cheeks were fully illuminated.

Of course, Mordred's fashion sense has always been eccentric, and a vest and trench coat are indispensable for her.

As a vision of emerald green grasslands appeared, Mordred appeared in the Stone Fortress, surrounded by countless galloping dog angels.

Seeing the towering giant before them, the group of dark angels quickly swarmed around him. And you know what? In terms of appearance, Mordred and Johnson were actually quite similar, which greatly eased the unease of some of the dark angels.

The only thing that disappointed Hakimi was that Mordred didn't have those iconic wings. After all, everyone loves archangels, and who wouldn't want a perfect Primarch?

"Kids, I'm back!"

"Father!"

"Calling me that now feels a bit distant. Actually, I am not your father. My name is Mordred Wayne, the lord of the Second Legion, Atlas, and the second son of Old Man Huang."

"Nemir, do you remember me? I even treated you to a meal back then."

Upon hearing this, the fearless elder named Nemir stepped forward and carefully examined the Primarch before him.

The memory of being exiled by Mordred has completely disappeared, but the eternal nature of the warp deities still exists, and that memory and its timeline must be erased.

But as Mordred was resurrected, the curse began to fade, and Nemir began to recall fragments of his memories.

"General, you're finally back! Waaaaah!"

Manipulating the fearless body, Nemir pounced on Mordred, howling and wailing, and frantically tattling, saying that his father was a heartless man who treated them like Randan, working them to the bone.

Now that you're finally back, you must stand up for us!

After calming down his old friends, Mordred turned to Azwell, who was standing to the side with a fawning expression, patted him on the head, and said:
“My dear child, Blood Raven is actually my offspring. I am the wicked, foot-sore Primarch you speak of…”

Before Mordred could finish speaking, Azwell grabbed Mordred's leg and shouted:
"Second Uncle, don't say anything more. I've been wandering for half my life without ever meeting a wise ruler. You are my own second uncle. As for Blood Raven, he is my half-brother. We were just joking around, don't take it seriously."

"Tsk, to save your life, you're even calling out your second uncle? Aznaya, you really amuse me!"

Mordred immediately declared, "With me here, that little piece of trash Zhuang Sen can't touch you. I'm the big brother. As for your little secrets, our First Legion has no secrets."

As for the others, hurry up and call Erlian over. I haven't seen my offspring yet, even after all this time.

Upon hearing this, Azrael fell silent, tightening his grip on Mordred's leg even more.

"Second Uncle, please don't be angry if I tell you. Actually, I sent the Second Company out on a secret mission."

"Why would I be angry? You've already called me Second Uncle, why would I be angry? Wait, a secret mission?"

Mordred was horrified when he saw Azrael lying beneath him, his face pale.
"Nephew, you're so filial! Tell me when they went there?"

"Three days ago."

"Oh no, Zhuang Sen, you have to hold on!"

(End of this chapter)