Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 380 Great! It's Cornetto! We're saved!

The sky roared, the earth burned, and a terrifying beast a hundred meters tall roamed the streets, wantonly slaughtering all life in its path.

This is not a demon, but it is more terrifying than a demon. After all, demons only exist in the Sea of ​​Souls. Even if demons infiltrate the net, they will not be as terrifying as Atlas.

"Mom, where did Dad go?"

A monstrous cub with two horns on its head and eight compound eyes huddled in its mother's arms, asking her where its father had gone.

This is a cruel question for a mother, because she knows where her husband has gone, that he has long been swallowed by that terrifying monster.

But to avoid being discovered by the monsters, the mother tightened her four pairs of claws and vibrated her abdomen to comfort her offspring:
"Your father has gone to find food. You are growing and need to get enough nutrition to grow up quickly."

"But we don't lack food!"

Looking down, through her daughter's pupils, the mother saw the meat hanging from the cave ceiling, next to a soup pot containing floating eyeballs, brains, fingernails, and Elven internal organs as seasoning.

The heat wave from the explosion compressed the air, causing the several white thighs on the cave ceiling to ripple, some long, some short, some thick, some thin.

The long ones are from the Elven race, the thick ones are from humans, and the short ones are the most delicious, with chewy and juicy meat and tender, smooth fat. The only drawback is that there is too little meat, after all, the Space Short Man lives up to its name and is a well-known dwarf.

Even so, these foods were not wasted. The perishable offal was used to make soup, and the firm, reliable thighs were dried into cured meat and stored as reserve food.

But those wonderful days were gone forever with the arrival of that monster that fell from the sky.

Perhaps thinking of something, or perhaps sensing its mother's bad mood, the cub shifted its body, tore off a human liver that wasn't quite dead yet, and presented it to its mother:
"Father said that as long as you are full, you will have no worries. Look, that looks like Father."

Through the hole, an alien creature resembling a giant spider but with the head of a fly emerged, waving back and forth at its young, like a great father returning home from a hunt.

Without any hesitation, the cubs pounced on their father and communicated in their unique language, asking where their father had gone, why he had only just returned, and why he was covered in injuries.

No matter how the cub called out, its father did not respond. Instead, he kept waving his arms and occasionally bursting out a clump of purplish-black blood.

"Conan."

"Father, it's me. How are you?"

"good to eat!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a thick, sharp claw descended from the sky, tearing apart the alien nest filled with skeletons and revealing the two small insects underneath.

Glancing at the human who had been disemboweled and was beyond saving, Mordred extended his long tongue and grabbed the larger, more threatening alien.

The barbed tongue rubbed repeatedly, scraping away bit by bit the flesh and blood of the hateful alien, causing it to howl in pain.

It was at this moment that the cub realized that the one who had just entered the cave was not its father. Its father was already dead, and a fleshy tentacle burrowed from under the monster into its father's corpse.

"Let go of my mother, you wicked thing!"

"You ignorant thing, you can even speak Gothic, so you must have eaten quite a few people. You've met your demise in a righteous way. What a pair of star-crossed lovers. I'll reunite you as a family now."

Mordred left, but another tentacle appeared behind him, continuing to lure the hideous aliens.

Scattered explosions echoed from the ruins, occasionally triggering a massive blast. This was a continent located within the Web, its area roughly the size of half Eurasia, and it had once been a transit point for Atlas within the Web. As one of the first Web routes developed by Atlas, it had become teeming with aliens in just ten thousand years, hunting down any unfortunate souls who accidentally fell in.

The network is so vast that even those who have entered it before are awestruck by this magnificent structure that spans the galaxy and even leads to the outer realms, marveling at how the ancient sages must have built it.

The so-called Internet is not just a highway, but an alternate dimension with infinite space and countless creatures.

These networks of tunnels that span the warp vary in size. Some are so large that they could not be filled with several planets, while others are so small that only one person can pass through at a time. Even a big guy like Mordred has to curl up and crawl on the ground.

This place is isolated from the tides of the Sea of ​​Souls and also from the physical world, but even the network path cannot withstand the test of time, becoming leaky and dilapidated.

The ferocity of the Heavenly War was unimaginable, but Mordred knew that the Celestial faction was initially at a disadvantage. It was by using these webs to roam around that the Ancient Ones were able to outmaneuver their opponents, even when fighting on foreign soil in the real world, until the Burners unleashed their power and burned through the webs.

It has been half a year since Atlas entered the net channel. Maybe it's half a year, or maybe it's not. Nobody knows for sure. In any case, during this time, Atlas has been cleaning the net channel.

Whether it was an alien or a demon, whatever kind of monster or demon, Atlas went all out and charged wildly through this network, killing countless monsters. Mordred even encountered a small group of Randan blocking his way.

If you dare block my way, go tell my fleet. Anyone who doesn't know better would think it's a speed bump.

"Kiaran, where are we now?"

"Reporting, Boss, we should now be at the third transfer point. The nearest network portal leads directly to Nicaea, and we have now entered the Solar System."

Ten thousand years later, Kiaran was resurrected and could not die even if he wanted to. He was completely anchored by Mordred and became the Eldar's number one henchman.

Leave the professional work to the professionals. Through the mental network, Mordred knew that the area had been almost completely cleared, so he directly ordered Brian to drop the virus bomb to burn everything alive, dead, and whatever else was there.

The flames purified everything, burning away the blasphemous aliens. A squad of Atlas was left to guard the area, awaiting support from the rear fleet, and to scout out a suitable location to install the Divine Spire.

According to the network map, the fleet quickly found its destination. With a bone-white door opening from the void, Atlas returned to the physical world after half a year.

As soon as it appeared, the portable Divine Seal terminal inside the Abomination received a signal from a nearby base station, which pleased Mordred. It meant that Guilliman and Johnson hadn't been wasting their time while he was away, and that the last leg of the journey had been cleared.

Before Mordred could catch his breath, a communication link from Holy Terra appeared in front of him, startling him as soon as the holographic image connected.

Looking at Zhuang Sen in the video, with his vacant gaze and dark circles under his eyes like a panda's, Mordred thought she was seeing a ghost.
"Second brother, you're finally back! I've been messaging you, didn't you hear me? Hurry back to Terra, that bastard Guilliman is out of it, I'm the only one carrying the whole of Terra."

Perhaps upon hearing a familiar name, a giant blue creature, two meters tall and wearing a laurel wreath, rolled up in front of Zhuang Sen.

"Is this Guilliman? How did he become... Never mind, I knew it would turn out like this. You've suffered these past few years. I'll be right back."

"Then hurry up, those damn government affairs are driving me crazy. Also, I think I know the whereabouts of one of my brothers."

"Could it be Saint Gilles? Felus would be fine, even Rus would be good enough."

"Neither! It's that man."

There was no one else whom Zhuang Sen could call that man, and just thinking about it made Mordred's face harden.

"Cute? Great, we're saved!"

(End of this chapter)