Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 73 Becoming the Best Madman, a True Jedi Soldier (3k+)
Nothing is more terrifying than talking about someone behind their back and then being suddenly discovered, unless the person is a giant who could punch you in the head.

Without giving the little guy a chance to explain, Mordred, taking advantage of his height, grabbed the young man and snatched his two plasma pistols.

"That's my thing."

"Shut up! How dare you steal my plasma pistol and then try to frame me first! If you say another word, I'll crush your dog's head."

"Who among you is named Urian? Come out here!"

For some reason, when he heard the suddenly appearing Primarch call his name, Urian's mind went blank. As a psionicist, he could even feel his soul violently turbulent, and he could only try his best to suppress this physical discomfort.

However, whether it was just his imagination or not, just as Urian stood up and was about to speak, that discomfort suddenly disappeared, as if it were all just his imagination.

“I am Urian! Your Highness, it was I who sent the distress message, and as you have seen, we are the only ones left in the entire fleet.”

"Oh? So, you're the only humans left on this planet!"

"Yes."

After Urian quickly finished speaking, he felt that intense discomfort again, and even a picture flashed before his eyes.

In the scene, the towering Primarch, clad in heavy armor, wields a massive blade and slaughters all the soldiers of the First Legion in the blink of an eye. Finally, he clutches his own neck and apologizes to himself in a rather regretful tone, saying that the Second Legion has no secrets.

Urian didn't know why this was happening, but he knew that if it weren't for his innate ability to predict the future, they wouldn't have lasted this long and would have been wiped out by the aliens long ago.

An overwhelming sense of despair spread through them. Despite their large numbers, it was a pipe dream to think that 63 Space Marines, out of ammunition and supplies, could fight against a Primarch.

Even so, Urian did not give up, because they still had a chance, a chance to fight to the death.

Without any hesitation, Urian immediately ordered his men to detonate the collapse bombs via internal communications.

But he waited and waited, and instead of a response from his subordinates, he received Mordred's deadly punch, which landed squarely on his head.

In an instant, emerald lightning scattered and danced, accompanied by a few bird feathers disappearing into the void, and everyone heard a shrill scream:
"I will definitely have you, you will surely become my eternal chosen one, quack—"

"what is this?"

"You idiot. Relax, it's not your fault. I just didn't finish digesting my food, and you were in a bad state, so you were affected. By the way, what did you see that made you want to blow me up?"

Mordred pulled a power sword bearing a sword wing emblem from behind his back and tossed it to Urian.

The moment Urian held the blade in his hand, he knew it was the one he had lost, and the image of Brian's scruffy face flashed through his mind.

"I saw you slaughter us all, and you still say the Second Legion has no secrets!"

"Tch, these are just some low-class tricks again. No wonder Old Man Huang looks down on them."

Mordred ripped off her helmet and tossed it to the young man whose weapon she had stolen. Then she crouched down and used her charm to soothe the group of angry Hajimi.

"Please, I'm your good uncle. If I really wanted to silence you, I could have teleported and unleashed an Extinction Order, and you would all be dead by now. Why would I come down here to die with you?"
But then again, why do you smell a little strange to me?

Upon hearing this, Urian hurriedly pulled out his prosthetic limb made of scrap materials, revealing the filthy flesh and blood underneath, which had turned purplish-black.

"Your Highness, you are unaware of this, but I have already been infected. These damned aliens can not only mind control, but also assimilate humans. Even we Space Marines are not immune."

Within 72 hours at the latest, the infected person's personality and body will be reshaped, turning them into the other party's slave. This is how they reproduce.

I'm beyond saving, Gu, just kill me!

After saying that, Urian handed the greatsword in his hand to Mordred, looking as if he were going to die a heroic death, which gave Mordred a headache.

The other First Legion warriors also looked sorrowful, as if they too would soon meet the same fate.

"No, don't you know I am the number one master of skills in the empire? Who said you were going to die? With me here, you won't die. Let me see what's going on."

It might hurt a little!

No matter what, nobody wants to die if they can avoid it. Since I don't have much time left anyway, I might as well let this Primarch try and see if he can spare my life.

"Your Highness, rest assured, this mere injury is nothing to worry about. I'm already..."

Before he could finish speaking, Urian let out a scream, a physiological reaction that was impossible to overcome with willpower. His whole body convulsed like a salted fish, and then he was slapped to the ground.

Countless tiny tentacles emerged from Mordred's gauntlet, burrowing into Urian's body along the severed leg, making it even more grotesque than an alien.

To get a better view, Mordred even tore off Urian's power armor with his bare hands, leaving him only with a loincloth.

At the microscopic level, Mordred discovered that Urian's cellular structure was being replaced, and a targeted virus specifically designed to infect humans was rapidly multiplying.

If there were enough time, Mordred could quickly develop a way to eliminate the virus in the lab, but since it had already spread throughout Urian's entire circulatory system, the only way to deal with it was through the most convenient and brutal method.

Increasingly dense fleshy tentacles surged from Mordred's body, completely enveloping Urian and beginning a comprehensive eradication process at the cellular level.

In less than two minutes, Urian was left with only his brain intact; all the other parts were eliminated by Mordred.

"Hey, you punk hugging my helmet, don't move. This helmet is a teleportation beacon. Stay put and squat there. If you move again, I'll punch your head off. And you bunch of Hakimi, let me ask you a question: do you want your company commander to be sent back to the drawing board and become a complete idiot, or do you want to keep the original parts and make him a little more human?"

"Ah, of course it's about being a good person!"

"Yes, yes, being anthropomorphic is better than not being human."

Since the patient's family had said so, Mordred, who wanted to do something fancy, had no choice but to give up and simply pulled out an Atlas-made tactical dreadnought from behind his back and placed it in front of him.

Then, amidst the bewildered gazes of the crowd, he took out a dozen cans of pineapple, picked and chose, found a fel crystal of roughly the same size, crushed it, mixed it together, and gestured for them to eat it.

As the art style became increasingly abstract, the 62 Space Marines, gradually becoming tainted and flavorful with fel energy, sat in a huddle, eating canned pineapples. They glanced at Mordred's buttocks every now and then.

"Your Highness, I feel that something is not quite right."

"How is it unreasonable? Is my canned food not tasty?"

Cipher shook his head, holding the helmet in one hand while picking up a pineapple and stuffing it into his mouth, mumbling:
"Your Highness, don't you think it's very illogical to pull out so many cans from behind your butt?"
And this Fearless, I really can't understand where all these things are kept. It couldn't have come from you..."

"Shut up! You nonsensical thing, I'm starting to doubt if you're even my child. This is called dimensional space, it's pure physical technology, more authentic than you."

As time passed, Mordred, who was eating and chatting, learned what had happened to these unfortunate people.

Two months ago, the vanguard squad of the First Legion arrived in this star field and immediately encountered the Ran Dan aliens. Due to the disparity in strength, they were wiped out on the spot.

Then, by enslaving the survivors, much like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, the Randan Xenomorphs began to lure and entice them little by little. By the time the First Legion realized something was wrong, it was too late; the entire galaxy had been infected and occupied by the Randan Xenomorphs.

In order to eliminate the aliens and cover up the secret, nearly 2 Space Marines, along with 10 Mechanicus Crusaders and mortal support troops, were deployed to the battlefield.

What was thought to be a decisive battle turned out to be another trap. After reclaiming half of the star system, the fleet crashed directly into the battle moon of the Randan aliens.

Yes, even after suffering heavy losses and losing nearly an entire fleet, the battle moon was not completely destroyed; it was merely paralyzed in the void, riddled with ship wreckage.

If it weren't for it, Mordred wouldn't have needed to resort to secret infiltration, and the Atlas fleet wouldn't have dared to emerge from the warp.

"Then we're doomed. If we can't completely destroy that battle moon, we won't be able to make a ripple at all after losing our orbital advantage."

As expected, it was that pessimistic young man named Cipher who was spouting discouraging remarks. If Mordred hadn't felt that the name sounded somewhat familiar, she would have slapped him to death long ago.

"Hmph, I see you don't understand at all!"
This can of food is extremely precious; it can save your lives, otherwise you would be dead beyond any hope of survival.

Actually, according to what I call it in my hometown, today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and we eat zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) to commemorate the first Jedi soldier in history.

It's a pity I don't have any zongzi (sticky rice dumplings). I'll just have some canned pineapple to make do; at least it has a shell and it's sweet.

Picking up a perfectly sized jar, Mordred retracted his tentacles and, amidst a series of grotesque splattering sounds, extracted Urian's brain.

He put it in a can without even putting the lid on, then turned around and pulled a cable from the Dreadnought and stuck it into the brain.

With a spasm, the Dreadnought, with the brain implanted inside, began to tremble involuntarily, finally emitting a slightly puzzled voice through its speaker:

"I'm not dead?"

"Nonsense, not only are you not dead, but you'll have a hard time dying if you want to in the future. Let's get this straight, no credit for small businesses, you'll have to reimburse me when I get back. Get out of my way and don't block me from opening the door."

And you lot, get down on the ground, shut up, and play dead. No matter what happens, don't move! Remember, if you move, you're dead! Do you understand?

"Roger that!"

After saying that, Mordred reached out and picked up the helmet, pressing it down on his head. Then he pulled out a gigantic teleportation beacon, about the size of a knight, from behind his back and pressed the activation button.

As the transmission beacon operated normally, 555 small drones shot out, powered by the fel crystals stored inside, outlining a huge magic circle in the sky.

This somewhat magical scene amazed everyone, but only Cypher realized he had been tricked; the helmet wasn't a teleportation beacon at all. This Primarch was indeed petty.

Meanwhile, Atlas completed the construction of a similar teleportation array within the warp.

As the Randan aliens surged in from all directions, Mordred's body rapidly grew taller, transforming into a terrifying beast 10 meters in height.

The ferocious beast lay prone on the ground, using its four claws and tail to stabilize itself, and raised its head, aiming at the teleportation array in the sky.

"You stinking outsiders, let me show you what the darling of the Sea of ​​Souls is all about! Abyss Dive, activate!"
"Croak—"

In an instant, the world changed color! A storm of emerald green fel energy erupted from Mordred's mouth and slammed into the teleportation array.

A vortex of energy, almost tangible, stirred up space, tearing apart the barrier that separated the two worlds.

In the blink of an eye, the entire battle moon was enveloped by fel energy and teleported directly into the warp. What awaited them was:
“Waaaagh!!!”

　Happy Dragon Boat Festival, brothers! Here are two big treats for you. Enjoy the food and have fun!

　　One more thing, zongzi must be sweet! Long live the sweet tooth! Bang!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)