Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 362 He remembered one sentence until his death.

"I'm hitting you! Tell me, where did you hide my scarf?"

The emperor, now equipped with a talking device, spoke in human language, but his words were unpleasant. What did he mean by "Stop hitting me"? We didn't hit you at all! You don't even have eyeballs, yet you say we hit you? That's complete slander.

"You weasel, say something! Scarf, where is my big red scarf?"

"Is that you, Second Son? You're finally back! That wretched Mordred, you tricked me! You idiot, I'm not a god! Luo Jia, you rebellious daughter!"

As Mordred shook the Emperor violently while holding him down, a ball of light emerged from Guilliman's body and, to Sisyphus's slightly puzzled gaze, transformed into a dog's head, replacing Guilliman's skull.

“Boss, what you’re doing is no use. Old Huang has dementia and his soul is broken into countless pieces. He won’t be able to tell you anything even if you ask him.”

Rambo was right. During his ten-thousand-year-long life as a corpse, the Emperor had become completely intertwined with the Golden Throne. The faith of trillions of humans had converged and poured into this body.

According to historical records, when the emperor first sat on the throne, he still had flesh on his body, but when the moment of demonic possession arrived, that is, after Luo Jia went mad, the emperor began to gradually wither away.

The Imperial scholars didn't not want the Emperor to return to normal, but they simply couldn't. The power of faith, strong enough to shake the warp, continued to grow, making the Emperor no longer the golden giant he once was.

If the Four Vendors are subspace entities born from the extreme emotional tides of all beings, then the Emperor is an uncrowned king forcibly placed upon him by human faith.

When a person is sick, they can take medicine or have surgery, but the Emperor cannot. He is completely immobile. If he moves even slightly, the entire Holy Terra will be blown up into a second Eye of Terror.

Even his immortal resurrection mechanism couldn't be triggered, since the prerequisite for immortal resurrection is death. He couldn't die even if he wanted to, so he could only endure it on the toilet.

Moreover, with such a massive convergence of faith power, the individual will belonging solely to Neos had long been shattered.

To say that the left brain attacks the right brain is an exaggeration. The Emperor is now brainless. The only good news is that those soul fragments have inherited the Emperor's characteristics, making them particularly stubborn.

“I am not a god! Mordred is an amateur, Luojia.”

"Yes, yes, you're not a god, I'm an amateur. Can you give me back my scarf?"

"I'm not a god, I'm an amateur... Luojia..."

No matter how Mordred asked, the Emperor would only repeat the same few sentences over and over, which annoyed Mordred to no end. However, Mordred couldn't get angry, since it was already quite an achievement for the weasel to have lasted this long, and he couldn't ask for anything more.

Why are you so resentful? You keep saying I'm an amateur.

Seeing Mordred standing there in a daze, Kirimanbo stepped forward to comfort him, "Boss, try to think positively. At least the Emperor can speak now, right?"

“Yes, it’s not your fault that your father is like this. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself, you should think about how to help him recover.”

“As long as the three of us…” Zhuang Sen paused, glanced at the slightly embarrassed and clueless Sisyphus beside him, and then changed his words: “As long as the four of us work together, we will definitely be able to restore Father to normal.”

"You're the worst of us brothers, but with such a sharp mind, you'll definitely come up with a treatment plan."

Watching the three brothers acting so affectionately, Sisyphus felt he should also try to fit in, but Mordred only had two shoulders, and there was no room for her, so he had no choice but to place his hand on Guillimanbo's head:

"Second brother, I believe you!"

"You believe me? You're such a fool who can be fooled even when playing a game, so I really thank you."

Sisyphus was just rather simple-minded; she wasn't stupid. She could tell Mordred was talking about her in a sarcastic way, but she could only mutter under her breath, "Father is just stupid, not dead. Why are you all acting so bitter and resentful?"
According to what you said before, Father is a ticking time bomb right now. People live to be happy, what's the use of thinking so much? There's still no solution. Why don't you think about what to have for lunch?"

After saying that, Sisyphus actually pushed out a food cart from the corner of the underground palace and started baking bread in front of everyone, and even fried an egg.

Now that things have come to this, let’s eat first!
Soon, the entire underground palace was filled with the aroma of wheat. The three brothers sat on the ground, squatting in front of the food cart, watching Sisyphus roast the wheat.

To be fair, Sisyphus certainly lived up to the Primarch's name. The baked flatbreads were quite crispy, and they were served with roast meat, fried eggs, vegetables, and even a secret sauce to enhance the flavor. There was even iced soda in the food truck.

With a bite of wheat cake and a sip of chemically-based sweetened water, the four siblings gathered around the pot, eating heartily while gazing at the golden toilet.

“If it were before, even if we were eating shit together, Father would still come over and snatch a few bites.”

“That’s right, that’s how my father is, but I’ve never eaten shit, and Rambo says he hasn’t either.”

"Come on, Rambo has eaten it."

"Really?" Guilliman was a little skeptical. Although Rambo, that dog, had a foul mouth and liked to get up in the middle of the night to manipulate his body to steal food, he had never eaten shit before. He immediately grabbed his dog's ear to ask for an explanation.

"Dog, did you eat shit using my body?" "Bullshit! I'm a canine, not a dog. Why would I eat shit when I have perfectly good food? You ambitious bastard, all you do is spread rumors. If it weren't for me, you would have been beaten to death by Magnus long ago."

Mordred and Johnson knew that Magnus was now the Primarch, but they didn't know the specifics. With Sisyphus, the gossipy girl, egging them on, Gideon and Rambo began to recount the events of the War on the Moon.

"You wouldn't believe it, but when Little Horse saw me merge with Rambo, he was terrified. He was yelling and screaming that we were with the kobolds, and then two dogs fell from the sky and bit his butt."

He went from being a magical pony to a one-eyed, sunburnt Oglin, unable to use any psionic magic, and was ultimately kidnapped on the spot by the kobolds.

As the only notable achievement for the man and his dog, Rambo's eyes lit up as Guilliman recounted the story, and he immediately projected a precious battle video onto the screen.

Seeing the nine-meter-tall red troll instantly collapse to the ground, transforming from a magical pony with two pairs of large black wings into a stupid and foolish red-skinned muscle brute, Guilliman and Rambo, the two brothers, couldn't help but burst out laughing:
"See that? Magnus is such a loser. He's all height and no brains. He's just a one-eyed sunburned Oglin. Even if he's corrupted by Chaos, he's still stupid."

"That's right, as long as the two of us brothers work together, we are invincible."

"base!"

"Bo!"

"Good brothers, forever!"

Magnus does have a sunburned eye and Oglin is one eye, so it's normal that he's not very bright. But what are you two so passionate about?

However, after seeing the video, Mordred remembered something.

Magnus has now transformed from a magical pony into a muscular brute. Magnus did indeed undergo a similar strange transformation 1 years ago, but in the exact opposite way.

In order to treat the pony's muscle atrophy, Mordred and Ruth took a spontaneous trip through the Emperor's Spirit, directly traveling through dreams to the ancient era, thus creating the Dogman Empire.

Logically speaking, this journey should not have occurred. Dream walking is based on a medium, utilizing the unstable nature of subspace time to explore through that medium.

In other words, the extent to which Magnus's dream extends is the limit to which they can explore. Clearly, during that dream journey, Mordred and Ruth did not rely on Magnus's dream, but rather on the kobolds's.

This also indirectly proves the fact that Magnus was abducted by Khwarazm.

Mordred always felt that he had overlooked something. His first dream journey was due to Horus's prophecy. Considering the existing clues, Horus's prophecy was indeed accurate, except that it was a different timeline of him, the world where the old man was the Lord of Beasts.

This can be verified by the fake Guilliman that Guilliman and Johnson encountered during the Great Rebellion.

"No, both of these dream walks were wrong. Magnus is connected to the kobolds, and Horus is connected to the weasels. The future and the past are not linear; they influence each other."

Mordred was a little dizzy. It was just like the messy account of who was his ancestor and who was the kobold's ancestor—it was impossible to figure out.

Even so, Mordred found a crucial clue: "Where did the Emperor's Spirit go?"

"died."

"died?"

“That’s right! On the day Luo Jia ascended to heaven, all the Emperor Spirits were engulfed in flames and exploded,” Guilliman said.

As one of Mordred's most blasphemous creations, he initially only wanted to use the genes of the yellow-skinned creatures to create some kind of biological weapon, but all of them failed.

Therefore, Mordred had no choice but to lower his requirements, gradually compromising and abandoning experimental standards, from the ultimate life form that was comparable to the golden giant to the blank Primarch, the Imperial Guard, the Space Marines, and even ordinary people.

Even so, all the experimental projects ended in failure. Frustrated, Mordred gave up and randomly modified the yellow-skinned rat's genes. In the end, by combining it with mouse cells and adding other random weird stuff, he mutated a yellow-skinned rat, which is the so-called Emperor Spirit.

These real weasels are really weak, completely violating the original intention of biological weapons. They can only grow to half a meter in size and their combat power is not even as good as a goose, but their intelligence can reach the level of a human child.

As a pure scientific researcher, Mordred did not have that kind of inexplicable humanistic concern. He was also a crazy person who practiced the truth of the Empire in reverse. He was just a heretical creation. He even made a demon engine. He was not afraid at all.

Based on their original status, the Emperor Spirits were directly taken in as pets, and these yellow-skinned rats were made into Xiao Qing, used to deal with things like rats, pests, or kitchen waste.

If that were all, these yellow-skinned rats would likely have become one of Atlas's little secrets. But when they met the Emperor and absorbed the old man's spiritual energy, exhibiting some characteristics similar to the Baku, their status changed.

The little sprite that leaped directly from the garbage collector to the ruler of humanity has had its race name changed to Imperial Spirit!
Although he didn't know where the group of giant rats had gone, that didn't matter. Looking at the weasel babbling incoherently on the golden toilet, Mordred suddenly had a bold idea:

"Brothers, I have an idea!"

(End of this chapter)