Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 354 Father, it says we can go in!
The empire governs the world with loyalty and righteousness; loyalty is everything, and everything is for the sake of loyalty.

As for why loyalty and righteousness are singled out and not discussed in terms of other virtues, that is because the empire has its own national conditions.

For the people of the Empire, the first lesson they learn from birth is loyalty. Loyalty is either absolute or absolute disloyalty. As for who you are loyal to, don't worry about it. Just be loyal.

After all, the Empire is a multi-faceted regime, an interstellar empire, with extremely advanced systems, including but not limited to slavery, feudal autocracy, feudal lordship, divine right of kings, tribal chieftainship, parliamentary elections, and even imperial-specific ideologies.

In short, modern empires possess all the systems that have appeared throughout human history, and some that don't even exist.

The empire has a million core worlds on record, and countless smaller worlds. It's possible that while one side is already in a cyberpunk street battle, the other side is still watching the little monsters with bared teeth, while the furry ones are drinking blood.

In this vibrant and flourishing state, where everything seems to be thriving, the human empire, a hodgepodge even larger than a stew, needs a slogan: loyalty and righteousness!
Moreover, this slogan is very convenient; you can put anything into it. If you ask, it's a local specialty; if you say it's about the emperor.

It doesn't matter where I'm from, or whether I'm a member of the Imperial Guard, the Astartes, the Star Guard, or a four-armed believer. We are all part of the Empire, and we all believe in the state religion.

Obviously, this is an absolutely terrible bug, but it just so happens to work in the Empire's mountain of garbage code, and it has even become a consensus among everyone.

Imperial truth was no longer politically correct, the state religion flourished, and faith became the bond between all the people of the empire.

Anything that can become a bond is not a good thing. Bonds alone can strangle generation after generation, and the power of faith is no exception.

As the core node in this mountain of shit code, the great human lord, the man from Terra, the coolest and most domineering golden giant in the galaxy, the emperor who now has a golden toilet ornament, is one of the prices he has to pay.

In order to meet their father openly and honestly, the three brothers, who were originally scheduled to go to offer their birthday greetings the next day, did not come. Instead, they began various preparations.

The neighboring nests are being thoroughly purged, and artillery emplacements are being built across from the palace. Everyone has a bright future ahead of them.

“Guilliman is right, the General’s cannons might not be enough. We have to set up the railgun turrets.”

"Rambo, are you sure the weasel has completely gone mad?"

Faced with the questions from the two Primarchs, Rambo shook his head, opened his mouth wide, and sighed:

“It couldn’t be more true. Ever since I regained consciousness, I’ve been possessing Trajan’s body. You all know me. Ten thousand years ago, I was just a little dog.”

I met the Emperor back then, and I even treated him to a meal, but now he's completely forgotten about me and wants to bite me.

Trajan and I might glean a few words through a combination of guesswork and deduction, but he usually just spouts nonsense like "abba aba," and who knows how many people he's blown up.

At this point, Rambo, who was merely a soul, shrugged in a very human-like manner and sighed:
"Boss, he is no longer the weasel you remember. His personality and consciousness have shattered into countless pieces, men, women, the elderly and children. There are more than 300 confirmed cases, and this is just the tip of the iceberg."

However, one thing is certain: these individuals are all rather immoral.

"That's true!"

Guilliman said Old Huang was suffering from dementia, Rambo said Old Huang had crumbled to dust, there was no good news at all, and maybe the weasel would suddenly burst open and have a big bowel movement.

But since things had come to this point, the three of them had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it. They couldn't just leave him alone, could they?

As the palace gates opened, the three brothers re-entered the Imperial Sanctuary, without any of the clichéd plot points of Primarchs being barred from entering.

After all, the gatekeepers were a squad of canine guards. When they saw their chieftain return in triumph, their tails were wagging like electric fans. They were overjoyed and immediately started showing off, each taking two cans of food.

Looking around at the palace complex, which was exactly the same as it had been ten thousand years ago, even the decorations were unchanged, Mordred couldn't help but sigh. Ten thousand years had passed, and the palace was still the same old thing, filled with blinding light pollution. It looked like a nouveau riche place, without a single patch of greenery.

The only slight change was that the Imperial Guards on duty now had their own canine companions, and the dogs were even equipped with power armor, the latest Mark X, so they could be considered to be receiving royal pay.

"Well done, Rambo!"

"Of course, boss, you don't know, the dog people have expanded their population and are now distributed across the homeworlds of various warbands. Among them, the most widely distributed are Tranquility and Holy Terra. We are the guardian dogs of the nation."

Not only do they serve as biological gatekeepers within the Imperial Guard, but some of these outstanding young men have even become interstellar super dogs. The canine-people outside are still in reserve; once they serve 50 years, they can enter the palace as military dogs. In reality, we've long been Imperial citizens.

Before Mordred could even feel relieved, he saw the three royal guards standing in front of the door. More abstractly, behind these three naked men were three equally naked giant canine-men posing for a photo.

"You're back, you're all back! How come you three bastards are still alive?"

As music began to play from who-knows-when, these three—no! six—ghostly things appeared before them in an instant, moving with a speed that even Mordred couldn't react to, and immediately started attacking:

"Your Highness, your strong muscles are a great joy to us. It's been 1 years, and you are still as radiant as ever. Would you like to come to the gym with us and work out properly?"

"roll!"

"Your Highness, why are you so heartless? Have you forgotten the days when we ran together in the sunset?"

Mordred didn't even want to hit them. These three guys were covered in a thick layer of oil, and he was afraid of getting his hands dirty. Those days of running together under the setting sun—that was Magnus! Only a fool like Little Ma would hang out with your Imperial Guard. Guilliman and Johnson were even more distraught, suddenly realizing the Empire was doomed. Why had the Imperial Guard become so pathetic?

These kinds of weirdos are absolutely not to be bothered with; the more you pay attention to them, the happier they become. The three of them decided to simply ignore them and make a clean getaway.

As they ventured deeper into the territory, the three brothers encountered all sorts of bizarre imperial guards. The ones standing guard outside were alright; at least they knew to wear clothes. But those inside were all exhibitionists.

Those gleaming, massive muscles made one's heart pound; no wonder the Imperial Guards were reluctant to go out—it would be utterly humiliating if they did.

After walking through the long, narrow corridor filled with all sorts of mental pollution, the three men and their dog finally arrived at the entrance to the underground palace. After being baptized by those ghostly things, the three brothers' patience had been completely worn down, fearing that a group of perverts were having a party inside the underground palace.

Fortunately, there was no sign of burning inside the underground palace, only a mummified corpse with its eyes wide open, placed on the golden throne.

At the same time, the moment the three entered the underground palace, a powerful spiritual energy fluctuation, strong enough to turn mortals into mincemeat, instantly struck.

"Savage, dog meat, ambitious, second son, hurts, ass!"

As the psychic energy radiance materialized, countless complex thoughts flooded the minds of the two people and the dog. The low-temperature frost generated by the psychic energy spread instantly, and then turned into intense heat under the golden light.

The instant the psionic shock arrived, Mordred grabbed Rambo's head and shoved it into Guilliman's body.

"Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, and my dog ​​apprentice would have been gone."

The sheer volume of the fluctuation sent chills down Mordred's spine; he felt as if his hair was on fire, making him a true captain with a fiery head.

Zhuang Sen was also in a bad mood. Overwhelmed by a jumble of thoughts, he was in a daze, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing, muttering strange things like "traitor" and "rebellious son," and drool was dripping from his mouth.

Guilliman, on the other hand, remained unmoved, standing there in a daze as if nothing had happened, but he too was forced to the ground by a powerful force, his mouth and eyes closed.

"enough!"

Emerald green fel energy flickered, and boundless brute force erupted instantly. With the sound of a mirror shattering, Mordred, covered in blood, leaped onto the golden throne and raised his hand to slap the weasel.

"Snapped"

"Neo, wake up, you fucking idiot!"

Perhaps Mordred's slap really worked, as the extremely suppressed psionic energy fluctuations weakened slightly. Seeing this, Mordred went all out and started slapping the area repeatedly.

With a sharp crack, Mordred's hands moved like afterimages, whipping the Emperor's head back and forth.

Seeing that this method was actually effective, Zhuang Sen, who had regained his senses, rushed up and also pulled Guilliman up with him.

Zhuang Sen threw a punch, and Mordred swung a palm, giving their old father a good beating, leaving Guilliman bewildered.

"Big brother, second brother, isn't what we're doing wrong?"

"Shut up, you psionic Muggle, get back to work! This bastard ruined my hairstyle. Calling him 'father' is giving him face, and he's so rude. Give him a good beating."

“Exactly! He actually called me a traitor! I think Father has dementia and needs to be brought back to his senses! Stop pretending! You were the one who suggested that railgun at the door.”

As a psionic Muggle, Guilliman might not be able to receive the signal, but Rambo knew that if Mordred hadn't reacted quickly, he might have lost his life, or worse, become a cursed dog.

"Gay Man, you better beat him up right now! Your dad actually wants to recruit me as a water ghost to work for him illegally. You don't want Old Man Huang to know that you've married him off to a spirit clan daughter-in-law, do you?"

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

The two brothers were locked in a fierce fight, and the sound of Rambo barking filled the air. Seeing his father swaying back and forth from the beating, Guilliman roared, leaped into the air, and kicked the Emperor in the groin:

“Father, they say it’s okay to go! This is all for your own good, don’t blame me.”

At that moment, Guilliman felt he had grown up, and his eyes hardened as he kicked the Emperor's two bad legs.

The three brothers relentlessly beat their mute and immobile father, their filial piety so intense that it moved the frail emperor to tears.

Watching the torrential rain pouring down from the sky, Marshal Turalyon of the Royal Guard couldn't help but sigh, "His Majesty was indeed overthinking it. What's with all this talk about closing the gates? The three Primarchs went to pay their respects, and now it's raining in Holy Terra."

What does this represent? It means His Majesty was moved to tears after the reunion of father and son!

"Your Majesty, please enjoy this precious moment."

(End of this chapter)