Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 359 Little Centurion, You Can't Escape!
Inside the palace, in a secret chamber undetectable by any detector, lies Guilliman's location.

"You bastard, if you dare touch me with your filthy hands again, I'll kick you out! Big brother, second brother, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"Hehe, Guilliman, you're just messing around, because you won't be able to beg for mercy in a moment. You even called out 'Second Brother' to beg for mercy, you bastard!"

Guilliman was radiant, hanging from the roof like a roast goose, covered only by a diaper. His face was covered in bruises, and his swollen, bruised face spoke of endless humiliation.

However, no matter how much Guilliman begged for mercy, Mordred and Johnson simply stood there quietly watching MOMmom.

"Music!"

With a snap of Mordred's fingers, a powerful melody began, sounding like a very old song from the 2K era, played by a band.

At that very moment, three figures appeared behind Mordred, prompting the Lion King to exclaim in admiration:
"Hey Guilliman, like this song? It was really iconic back in the Terra 2K era!"

"oh(;)"

I don’t know the origin of this song, but a strange feeling came over me, and Guilliman’s skin immediately broke out in goosebumps, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Hey Youngman!!

Quack! It turned out to be three burly, perverted Imperial Guards dressed in very little clothing. Their lewd eyes and obscene smiles made it clear that they were the cream of the crop among the Imperial Guards.

To Kirimanbo, the three Imperial Guards before him were now more terrifying and frightening than a billion green-skinned boys.

"You didn't expect that, did you, Guilliman? I specially borrowed three hunks from Trajan, and when they heard that there were beauties like you, they all came over to personally greet you without a second thought!"

Mordred rattled off a string of words, while the Lion King was not to be outdone, opening a bottle of lubricant right in front of Guilliman with a lewd expression and a slight smirk at the corners of his mouth.

"Old 13, you don't know this, their current group is called the Forbidden Three, which means three Imperial Guards. Don't underestimate them. Even among the Imperial Guards, where everyone is a perverted exhibitionist, these three are outstanding."

Each one has their own unique strengths and special skills. Their fighting spirit and patience are truly astounding, and their secret weapons will bring you unexpected surprises! Hahaha.

Just seeing these three terrifying creatures made Guilliman break out in a cold sweat and let out a sharp, explosive sound:

"No, no, you can't, you can't do this!"

"Hahaha, why not? Guilliman, weren't you enjoying spreading rumors about me? Now you're scared? I'm going to make hundreds of billions of copies to show the whole galaxy. This is the price you pay for spreading rumors and causing trouble for me. Enjoy it!"

After saying this, three imperial guards stepped forward, one holding a pipe wrench, another holding an electric drill, and the last one was the most ruthless of all, the Pear of Pain in his hand gleaming with a chilling light.

Without any hesitation, a strong and powerful hand slammed down: "Oh! Your Highness, look at you, your whole body is full of solid muscle."

"Quack! Get your hands off me, get your filthy hands off me!"

"Roar, the smell is strong and powerful, so strong!"

Upon seeing the three people in front of him, Guilliman burst into tears, his body covered in cold sweat, and his strength surged wildly, reaching a point where no one else could react: "Second brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

With a cold laugh, a burst of flashes went off as Zhuang Sen, camera in hand, captured this unforgettable moment.

The three Imperial Guardsmen instantly turned around, ran to Mordred with extremely eager eyes, and stared at him.

"Your Highness, we have done everything you asked us to do. Is that alright?"

"Sure, sure. Here you go. This is my personally formulated muscle-building and bone-strengthening powder. Take it three times a day after meals. After taking it, I guarantee you'll have shiny, smooth skin. It's purely chemically extracted, contains no natural ingredients, and can also protect your liver and kidneys and promote metabolism. I guarantee it will make you the most dazzling kid."

Without a word, the three Imperial Guards who obtained the treasure vanished at the speed of light, leaving Guilliman bewildered in the wind.

"..." "Modred, Johnson, you've tricked me!"

"What? Seeing you like this, you're still not satisfied? Should I call them over again?"

Guilliman remained silent. He was truly terrified now. The Mordred of the past, though reckless and unscrupulous, was far less deranged than he was now. Who knew if Mordred would pull out a stun gun and stab him the next second?

"Could you please delete the photos?"

"Then you must be joking. Begging me won't help. Even if I wanted to delete it, Zhuang Sen wouldn't. We'll live off you for the rest of our lives with this little secret. If outsiders see it, even if you don't have multiple escape routes, you'll never be able to clear your name even if you jump into the Milky Way."

Having said that, Mordred immediately unlocked the chains. Only Johnson had any conscience left, so he took out a robe and tossed it to Guilliman to prevent the Regent from doing anything disgraceful.

After leaving the secret room, the two brothers didn't let Guilliman off the hook either. They dragged him deep into the underground palace, and what they were doing was, of course, installing a talking device on the weasel.

However, when the three arrived at the Golden Throne, they found that there were outsiders present. A centurion was lying on the emperor's lap and even tried to run away when he saw the three arrive.

Mordred had been suspicious for a while; he always felt that this world was abnormal. Now, seeing this centurion, his dead memories jumped up and slapped him across the face.

"Don't run, Dorn, you stop right there!"

"Dorn! Where is he?"

"It's that centurion; the person inside must be Dorn."

If Mordred had any doubts before, he was now certain that the centurion was Dorn, otherwise why would he run away?
Mordred is alright, after all, he left the scene early, which means he has less of a dark past and didn't experience the mess that followed.

Zhuang Sen's life was similar, lasting a total of 300 years. During those 300 years, he served as a war general and enjoyed fighting, which is considered a positive image. Later, he simply became Sleeping Beauty.

Only Guilliman was instantly enraged upon hearing Dorn's name, thinking, "Seventh Brother, you're really wicked. When I returned to Terra, I was ostracized everywhere, and you didn't stand up for me. Now that the three of us brothers are back, you're still pretending to be dead. So you bastard were hiding here all along."

"Catch him, we absolutely cannot let him get away."

Faced with the encirclement and interception of the three Primarchs, the Centurion used agility far beyond that of an ordinary Space Marine to leap and bound, even performing a 720-degree backflip.

This further fueled the three's deduction: the centurion was heavier than the Terminator, yet he could still move so smoothly while carrying such a heavy suit of iron. If he wasn't the Primarch, then who was?

Seeing that the guy was still running away, Mordred became ruthless, snatched the pistol from Zhuang Sen's waist, jumped onto the throne, and shouted at his good father's skull:
"Stop! Get over here right now! If you dare to run away again, I'll smash your father's head in."

"That's your father too."

"I don't care, just tell me if he's your father or not?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Seeing that the dead head actually spoke, Mordred slapped it across the face: "Shut up, you unfilial father, how dare you call me that? If you can't speak, then don't speak. Who can understand what you're saying? If you say it again, I'll hit you too."

Unexpectedly, his good brother was so capable, acting so convincingly that he almost fooled him. Without saying a word, Johnson and Guilliman grabbed the stunned centurion and brought him over.

"Second brother, your acting is really good."

"Of course, I call this a genuine expression of emotion. Dorn, you're still pretending, aren't you? Don't think that just because you're hiding in this turtle shell, no one will know. I'm going to rip your hood off right now."

With a swift grab, Mordred instantly refined the helmet, extending his claws and embedding them directly into the terracotta steel. With a slight effort, he ripped it off, leaving the three brothers stunned.
"No, who are you?"

(End of this chapter)