Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 389 Snow White (×) Snow Black (√)

With Galileo's narration, Mordred and Johnson finally understood what had happened.

After the Caliban bombing, Johnsen became the first Primarch to go missing after the end of the Great Insurgency, and that time was particularly chaotic, with the Dark Angels waging one civil war after another.

This civil war not only affected the Dark Angels, but also other legions and even the entire Empire.

The great rebellion was still fresh in people's minds, and they feared that these demigods would cause trouble again. In order to dispel doubts and stabilize public sentiment, the state religion, led by Luo Jia, began to expand rapidly.

When people have mental problems, they are instilled with faith; when the empire has problems, it is suppressed. The Second War of the Beasts proved that this choice was correct.

Blessed by their faith, the people of the Empire were fearless in the face of death, and the Guardians of the Faith fought bravely, suffering countless casualties, thus demonstrating their loyalty and proving that the state religion could indeed unite the Empire.

The empire that survived the wars with wild beasts not only resolved its internal problems but also embarked on a new round of rapid development. It was this foundation laid during this period that allowed the human empire to withstand the onslaught for a full 1 years.

But everything comes at a price. As Huangpizi12345 said, because of Atlas, the Great Expedition was faster and the empire’s territory was a full quarter larger than before.

Like all animals, humans are animals, and they are animals that are in heat 24 hours a day.

To fill these gaps and for rapid development, the empire began large-scale immigration, and it was during this period that the technical talents trained by Atlas were released into the wild.

Furthermore, since there is no concept of time in the warp, the cataclysmic event caused by Mordred lasted only 55 days in the physical world, but in the warp it would take at least 55 years.

Over the course of 55 years, the Burning Legion conquered cities and strongholds, and by exploiting a bug to grant unlimited mana and resurrection coins, they spread their evil flames to the Crystal Labyrinth, the Garden of Nurgle, and the Silver Palace in the Sixth Ring of the Skullfield.

Even the weakest of the Debauched Heavens was gnawed away by the Burning Legion, a real blow that left them in deep trouble and kept them quiet for a full 1000 years.

With the empire on its side, what will humans, a race that cannot survive without lust, do? They'll make children, of course!

While minting coins, I prayed, and the emperor praised my good health.

The first salutation is to the Emperor, the second to the Regent, the third to the War General, and the fourth to the Original Body.

We work by day, screwing in screws; by night, we mint coins and make children, praying as we do so. Our work is sacred, our love is sacred, and everyone has a bright future.

And that's exactly what happened. Under Guilliman's extreme management, he managed to support these people, who were all like gods and goddesses.

What happened next was relatively simple. The emperor originally intended to pull a big one, but unexpectedly he became the big one himself. The excess faith power could not be expelled and instead burrowed into his hook.

The emperor, caught between a rock and a hard place, was caught between no good and no good. In addition, the four vendors, having recovered their senses, were frantically stuffing food into the room. The emperor was thrown into a rage, and Luo Jia was also thrown into the rage.

But Luo Jia is not Mordred; she couldn't withstand the Emperor's corruption at all and immediately became a demon on the spot. This also drove the Word Bearers into madness, resulting in a second cataclysmic disaster.

Zhuang Sen really didn't know about this, since he went to bed early. By the time Luo Jia lost control, he had already transformed into a shooting star and appeared across the Milky Way.

Mordred had no idea that he hadn't had a moment's rest since he returned; he had been incredibly busy.

First, he turned into a lump of mud to fool Jeanne, then he was anxious for the Dark Angels to find Johnsen. After finally finding the organization, he was dragged to Baal to fight bugs for two years.

Even after meeting Guilliman, he was always busy, purging corrupt officials and rebuilding his legion. He also had to fight a battle for peace when he returned.

As for Sisyphus, let's not even talk about him. He slept for 9700 years, and the first thing he did after waking up was to hollow out the Himalayas. If you ask him about his brain, he would say he wants to drive an excavator.

What happened to the Word Bearer afterward?

Galileo sighed and said what else could he do? He had joined the legion later and heard from the veterans that the Word Bearers had been purged at that time.

The Word Bearers, driven mad, wreaked havoc. Those who remained sane tried to fight back, but were outnumbered and unable to defeat them.

Moreover, this pollution spreads rapidly, from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred. Even the dead cannot rest in peace; once the black fire ignites, they are transformed into skeletons and rise again. Only by being completely eradicated can they find peace.

Most importantly, the pollution will not dissipate, and even if it is restored later, various hallucinations will occur.

In an effort to completely eliminate the negative impact, the Word Bearers were attacked by all the Legions, with fewer than 800 surviving, but all of them were taken into custody and imprisoned; those who were not imprisoned fled to the Eye of Terror, for it was they who tarnished the Word Bearers' reputation.

"As for what happened later, according to my mother, after she woke up, she returned to Colkis, purified the pollution that was lurking in our bodies, and eventually hid all the way to this isolated ice and snow world."

For the past 8000 years, we have never left this place, for fear of being purged. Some merchant ships that tried to enter this area were driven away by us, and we even encountered a wave of beasts.

To avoid attracting attention, we've always disguised ourselves as the Imperial Fist, sometimes venturing out to search for special supplies. However, in recent years, a warp storm completely sealed off the passageways, preventing us from leaving.

"How many of you are left now?"
"5742 people." As the second largest group after the Ultramarines during the Great Expedition, the Word Bearers' number was not even one in ten; one in twenty would be considered a lot, even fewer than Atlas.

Furthermore, judging from their height, these people of Huaiyan are generally not tall and have obvious Inwetian characteristics.

"Alright, you've really suffered. But don't worry, now that we're here, we'll definitely clear your name. I heard you say Luo Jia is here too, where is she?"

Galileo's expression darkened slightly, and the others who heard this also looked rather grim, but they eventually explained, "My mother is ill, and her condition has worsened over time; she is now in a deep sleep."

Following Galileo's footsteps, the group arrived at the depths of the palace. It was at this moment that Mordred realized that this was not a palace at all, but the Ash, the flagship of the Word Bearers.

The main body of the ship is under the ice and stuck on the continental shelf. The small palace that is exposed above the ice was built later to conceal its existence. No wonder the oracles showed that the planet's magnetic field was abnormal.

The Glory Queen-class battleships are enormous. The Ashes is 23 kilometers long and has an elevation difference of 8 kilometers. It's like a steel nest when it lies there.

Through the operating elevator, Mordred can see marine animals beneath the dark ice field, and numerous steel structures gleaming faintly beneath the ice, all built bit by bit by the Word Bearers over thousands of years.

There's even a self-destruct device on this elevator. They're really afraid of being discovered by others, but why did you come up with a self-destruct device?

As the cargo elevator reached the ground floor, the group entered the Ashes. Compared to the sparsely populated ice field, the underwater city was much more lively.

Having been notified in advance, a group of Word Bearers were already waiting. When the leader took off his helmet, Mordred actually recognized him:

“Angeltai, and Raum!”

“Your Highness, you are…you are?” Angertai stared blankly at the giant in front of him. He knew that the one with the sinister face was the Lion King, but what was the origin of this tall Primarch who stood guard with his left eye and kept watch with his right eye, and who didn’t look very smart?

But he quickly realized that the demon Raum inside him was screaming madly, shouting strange things like "Your Highness's kindness is never enough! Don't eat me! Don't eat me!"

Angelte had never seen Raum so afraid. He tried to warn it, but it only elicited a sharp screech from its companion, causing Raum to curl up completely into a ball—and become withdrawn!

But as her past memories rapidly returned, an indescribable joy arose in her mind, and Angelte finally remembered that name:

"Your Highness, you're not dead?"

"Haha, you're really good at saying auspicious things. If you don't know how to say them, then say them less often. Now take me to see Luojia."

Whether to reminisce or not, others might not know, but Angrtai certainly knew who Mordred was. The Word Bearer was in cahoots with Atlas, so without any hesitation, he led Mordred directly to the lower deck.

As for why Raum was so afraid, Angorte figured it out. After all, Atlas believed that demons had no sense of pain, and Raum had just been trained by Atlas for three years before meeting him.

With acquaintances, things got done efficiently. Soon, the group arrived at a heavily guarded secret room, with a large number of pipes coiled inside, firmly locking the coffin placed in the center—a crystal coffin, no less!

Since they were already here, they had to see what Luo Jia looked like. Mordred and Zhuang Sen exchanged a glance and signaled everyone to step back, as they were going to open the coffin and examine the body.

"It looks like Snow White. Let me see. Holy crap, what is this thing?"

"What the hell? You're such a coward, Zhuang Sen! Look at you, all scared out of your wits! Let me see... Holy crap—"

Mordred was also startled. It's no wonder he was so easily startled, because Luo Jia's current state was indeed not good, or rather, a bit too creepy.

Looking at Luo Jia lying in the coffin, charred and looking like an Indian meat pie deep-fried in gutter oil countless times, especially his face which was no longer recognizable as human and only half of his gums were showing, Mordred felt nauseous.

"Zhuang Sen, I think I've seen a movie where Snow White's stepmother awakened Snow White with a kiss of true love, using maternal love."

"Luo Jia and I are not related by blood!"

"What kind of beastly talk is this? As the saying goes, the eldest brother is like a father. We call you 'eldest brother' for a reason. Now is the time to test you."

"But!"

"There are no 'buts' anymore. Luojia is your own sister. Are you just going to stand there and watch your sister suffer?"

"But this isn't right, is it?"

"What's wrong? Are you even a man?"

"Ugh, vomit~"

(End of this chapter)