Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 35 Senior Gou's move was really too ruthless.

In subspace, in a corner undetectable by any probe, four vendors were gathering together for fun, as usual.

Compared to the tedious chaos of warp space, the Four Gods preferred to roam the real world, especially the Milky Way, the chosen land, since the human race was just too interesting.

"Nurgle, why are you so happy today?"

The question came from a purple glow. As the youngest lady who governs desire, Slaanesh immediately noticed the difference in her father today. This gloomy fat man was actually radiating positive emotions called excitement and happiness.

And Nurgle, living up to his name as a benevolent father, was very happy to answer the younger generation's questions, cheerfully saying:

"It's nothing, I just hosted a young friend who shares my hobbies. Although I didn't admire him before, through this interaction, I realized I was completely wrong. He's such a good kid!"
Over the years, even little Elsa had never genuinely wanted to taste my soup. He was the first and only one to drink the entire pot of soup, and he even praised it as delicious.

I'll never forget that greedy, yearning look in his eyes. He even called me "Uncle"—he called me "Uncle"! Do you know what that means?

Lost in his memories, the loving father revealed a chilling smile. Seven tears streamed down his face, instantly transforming into seven plagues that rushed towards the eternal paradise of joy, spreading the father's love throughout the world.

Following his instincts, Slaanesh, representing lust, did not remain silent, and as the loving father had predicted, he continued the conversation: "What does that mean?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an unparalleled confidence surged forth from Naurgle, and he roared:

"This means we are not alone!"

"what?"

He grabbed his junior and pointed to the soup pot, gesturing for Slaanesh to look closely.

After observing the pot, Slaanesh indeed noticed something different: compared to before, there was a ring of teeth marks on the pot today.

Oh my god!

Even Slaanesh, the master of desire, couldn't help but inwardly marvel at which general this was, so perverse as to dare to drink that fat man's soup.

It is true that Slaanesh would pursue the ultimate in indulgence of desires, but that does not mean that he would knowingly gnaw on a pile of excrement in front of him. Moreover, this was not just eating snow; he licked the entire latrine.

But the ordeal of finding a kindred spirit was not yet over, and she began to sob again:

"The thought that I couldn't entertain him properly because of the time constraints, and that I had to let the guest eat raw food, made me feel guilty for the trust he placed in me! I never want to see that slightly regretful look in his eyes again in my life!"

"No, I must cook another delicious meal. As for the cursed one, he made a promise to us; he must give me those two children."

Watching the father, who suddenly became full of enthusiasm and threw all sorts of strange ingredients into the soup pot, transforming into a crazy senior student and stirring frantically, the youngest lady couldn't help but show a look of pity in her eyes.

"Damn it, Nurgle has started fantasizing about non-existent friends."

In Slaanesh's mind, the truth was definitely not like that. It must be that Nurgle grabbed some unlucky guy from somewhere and forced him like he forced Elsa, and even convincingly believed that the guy liked him.

"Hopefully, that unlucky guy genuinely thought the soup was delicious."

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"Delicious my ass! I'd rather starve to death here than eat shit! You damn fatso, I'm going to kick you out!"

Waaaaah, I don't want to live anymore, I'm already tainted, uh~~

Looking at Mordred beneath him, wailing and alternating between self-abandonment and impotent rage, even the Emperor felt a pang of pity and refrained from further provoking him.

Instead, he chose to record the video using psychic energy so that he could use it to mock others repeatedly in the future. Brian, standing to the side, was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to stand or sit.

His eyes were fixed blankly on the greatsword embedded in his Primarch's chest. That's right, even now, no one had thought to remind Mordred that Ashbringer was still stuck there.

Although Mordred has many flaws—he's petty, stubborn, and often goes through periods of EMO, like he's experiencing menopausal symptoms—he's mentally resilient and very good at self-comfort. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Mordred, having had his fill of impotent rage, slumped to the ground, because he discovered that his uncooperative stomach was hungry again.

"Brian, hurry up and find me something to eat. I'm so hungry I could eat a Tyrannosaurus Rex."

The Black Knight, having received the order, disappeared again, leaving only the Emperor and Mordred in the entire laboratory. Neither of them spoke first, and an inexplicable awkwardness permeated the space.

Perhaps because of his proximity to Mordred, the Emperor's usually unreliable emotional intelligence suddenly took over, urging him to do something.

And the Emperor, true to his reputation as the ultimate socially awkward individual, delivered a bombshell right from the start.

"Well done. The problem of the Emperor's Sons has been resolved, and they can now participate in the Great Expedition."

"What did you say? Now!"

Mordred's expression darkened. He pulled Ashbringer from his chest and slammed it to the ground, pointing it at the Emperor's nose and cursing:
"You bastard, couldn't you wait? Even if you waited until they recovered to 3, that would have been fine. I really don't know what you were thinking. Throwing them out like this is no different from before. You deserve to be separated from your wife and children and become paralyzed in the future."

Mordred's feelings for Forgrim were strange. After all, he knew in the canon that the Phoenix would betray them, but the key point was that Forgrim hadn't betrayed them yet!

Seeing Mordred's strong reaction, the Emperor was also in a difficult position:

"How would I know what the future holds? You know it's the past. You don't really think I'm omniscient or omnipotent, do you?"

Now it was Mordred's turn to be dumbfounded. The two stared at each other, both realizing that some fundamental problems had arisen.

"Didn't you see my memories?"

"I didn't read the whole thing! I already told you your memory is toxic. Heaven knows what kind of nonsense you're thinking. You don't actually think I'm lying to you, do you?"
All I know is that half of my offspring will rebel, but who exactly and why? I have no idea. Even if you tell me, it won't make a difference. After all, you, this wanderer from beyond the realm, have already messed up the threads of fate. The more you say, the more things will change. No one can say for sure whether they will live or die.

Otherwise, why would I send you to help me find the Primarch? You promised to team up with me for the Great Expeditions for life.

After saying that, the Emperor gave a strange look, like a pitiful little dog, his eyes sparkling, as if Mordred were a scumbag, which made Mordred's eyelids twitch.

Without any hesitation, Mordred leaped onto the Emperor's back, grabbing his hair and beating him while cursing:
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault! My biggest cheat is gone, you jerk."

Even the emperor, who was tackled to the ground, had something to say: Why should humans be enslaved by aliens? Why should he be ruined by the four peddlers? If we don't take advantage of this opportunity to launch a great expedition, how can we make humanity great again?
The emperor, growing angrier the more he thought about it, could no longer hold back and began to beat his rebellious son, kicking and punching him like two wild dogs. The two then began another endless argument.

"How dare you say that to me? Look what you've done to Fogrim! He's even wearing skirts now."

And you Spartan warrior, how did you learn the art of life alchemy? Tell me!

"Shut up. That's some amazing wisdom. Anyway, your son will be gay in the future, so why not let him get used to it first? What's wrong with that? Who told you to have 20 piglets? Are you a sow?"

"You're talking nonsense!" The Emperor punched Mordred in the eye socket, but was instead ambushed by his son and kicked in the groin.

“Nios, admit it, Fugrem is just like you. Like father, like son. I know what you did in Rome.”

Having said that, under a strange impulse, Mordred's flesh and blood surged, and in a short moment she transformed into a brown-skinned noblewoman wearing a laurel wreath, and was adorned with some gold jewelry made of flesh and blood. Her face, if not exactly the same as the emperor's, was at least a high-quality imitation.

The emperor was truly enraged to see his most deeply hidden dark history so blatantly exposed to the public.

However, just as the two were about to tear each other apart, the door was opened from the outside.

Looking at his second brother and father before him, Fogrem, who had been eavesdropping outside the door for a while, felt utterly despondent, his former pride completely gone.

"Stop fighting! I understand now. No wonder my second brother was so good to me. He wasn't my second brother after all."

Father, tell me, is she my mother whom I've never met?

(End of this chapter)