Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 101 Shout—Endless Power, I command you to emerge! (3k)

The ubiquitous subspace radiation covers the Earth's surface, and the slightest carelessness can lead to corruption by chaos, resulting in destruction amidst madness and mutation.

Hill didn't know how much longer he could hold on, but he knew he couldn't fall. He had to bring the Primarch back to the Empire, not leave it in this hopeless world.

More and more cultists poured out of the city ruins, mixed with Chaos Space Marines and unknown Fallen Aliens.

The corrupting powers of the Blood God and the Dark Prince ravaged the entire surface of Nu Star. They both wanted to seize the Primarch, which had been driven to the brink of destruction. It was precisely because of their struggle that Angron was given a glimmer of hope.

"Hill, how much longer until the Ultramarines arrive? It's been eight days already!"

Out of gratitude for saving his life, Angron trusted this warrior who had fallen from the sky, and even fed him his own blood to keep him strong.

Eight days have passed, and apart from the sky turning a little greener, no less blood has been shed, and not a single person has been seen. On the contrary, those madmen have become more and more insane.

The only good news is that the two bastards who wanted to enslave him are at odds, and they are still safe until a victor is decided. The danger lies in the sudden appearance of those pointy-eared aliens.

"I really don't understand why these persistent, pointy-eared creatures keep showing up. It's driving me crazy."

Anglong wasn't exaggerating; physically, his transformation into a twin-tailed hunk was indeed on the verge of splitting apart. It was a complete left-brain attack on the right-brain, with the cerebellum controlling everything, making even the slightest movement difficult.

"Your Highness, you must hold on. I have received a signal from the Radiance of Macragge. As long as Father wipes out the enemy, everything will be alright."

"The prerequisite is that we can escape the beast's pursuit!"

Hill's words of comfort did not reassure Anglon. He had said the same thing two days earlier, which made Anglon feel that his brother Guilliman was a bit unreliable, but he could only leave it to fate.

Meanwhile, Guilliman, who was being secretly criticized by Angron as unreliable, was practically losing his mind.

Looking at that group of Chaos Space Marines who were completely composed of drug addicts and perverts, Guilliman felt extremely uncomfortable. Although he was strong enough to cut people down as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, these things were disgusting!
He blew the dog's head off with a single shot and severed the blasphemous magic circle made of 666 unspeakable beings.

Amidst that groan laced with venomous corruption, the chaotic contamination of Slaanesh splattered all over Guilliman, forcing him to retreat and stand before the Eldar girl, Kiaran.

Looking at Kiaran's alien body, which was different from that of humans, the gay man suddenly felt that this Elven girl didn't seem so bad. He was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted his brother's name, and while awkwardly dancing, he took out a cigarette and frantically smoked it, which was quite bizarre.

"Pah! Why should I do such a shameful thing? Couldn't Mordred just follow the normal procedure?"

Chiarand was extremely unwilling to hear the Primarch's complaints; anyone would be unhappy to be thrown into fighting Chaos.

But what can they do? Slaanesh is the bane of Bean Sprouts. Just the fact that they don't run away is already a testament to the loyalty and courage of the Darkmoon Cult. What more could they ask for?

"Your Highness, I've told you to be sincere. Look at everyone else, why are you the only one who can't be?"

"What a load of crap!" Guilliman, whose tongue had already turned green, was dizzy. Through the gap, he saw the emerald green beam of light that had been shooting out for two days.

"I'm the most powerful and domineering leader of the extreme sports world. If anyone knew that I was suppressing my feelings for my brother, I would never be able to face anyone again. Hey kid over there, what are you doing? This is my big chop."

Guilliman, who was becoming increasingly green-skinned, grabbed the Extreme Blueberry and slammed it in with two powerful blows. He only held back his strength, otherwise the unfortunate creature's head would have flown off.

"Father, why did you hit me! I want to join you on the Great Expedition, I want to be the leader, Waaaagh!"

"Pah! You little shrimp think you can be the boss? I am the original gene."

Perhaps due to Mordred's rampant pollution of the battlefield, the entire near-Earth orbit of Nukeria was a sea of ​​green. Atlas was having a great time, but his fellow Ultramarines had gone mad and started talking nonsense.

Snatching his stolen power sword, Guilliman spat out the fel mushroom in his mouth and signaled his Primarch Guard to quickly take away those who couldn't withstand the damage.

After a sustained struggle, Guilliman had figured out the strength of his opponents, who were nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs. But what he found hard to accept was their identities.

Without a doubt, these are the sons of the Emperor, only they are ten thousand years in the future. Guilliman cannot tolerate this blasphemy against the future, to the point that he is terrified of what his Ultramarines will become.

"Never mind, we must retreat immediately. Everyone, place the nuclear bombs and prepare to blow up the ship. We must break out of the encirclement."

Upon receiving orders, the Primarch Guard rushed to the pre-calculated placement location. The powerful engines of the Ironclad Terminators allowed them to carry the weight of the nuclear bomb and move slowly.

However, just as the Ultramarines had placed the nuclear bomb and were preparing to retreat to their ship, a four-armed serpent with wings on its back and its body covered in slime suddenly appeared, and several Ultramarines were decapitated in an instant.

Upon seeing his offspring slaughtered, Guilliman was instantly enraged and charged forward, brandishing his greatsword.

“Guilliman, my ambitious brother, how are you! It’s been ten thousand years, and you’re still as repulsive as ever.”

"Who the hell are you? You scoundrel."

Under normal circumstances, Guilliman would have recognized the serpent demon in front of him as his brother Forgrim and would have been puzzled by it.

But at this moment, Guilliman, high on fel energy, had lost his mind and transformed into Captain Honeybee. His superhuman intelligence told Guilliman it was time to use his superpowers to quickly kill this monster. This bizarre sight stunned Forgrim for a moment before he realized this person wasn't that barbarian Ruth.

"Oh, Guilliman, instead of running away, you're charging at me? Looks like you've forgotten who slit your throat, but this time I'll have my fun with you!"

The serpent demon neither dodged nor evaded, showing no fear in the face of Guilliman's extreme offensive. With four arms and four sharp blades, it slashed and thrust at speeds exceeding its limits, and for a moment, it actually suppressed Guilliman's figure.

"Too slow, too slow. Although I hate that bastard Leon, he's right. You're only fit to be an ambitious and treacherous villain, not a warrior at all. I even suspect you're not as good as Luo Jia."

Upon hearing this, Guilliman, though unaware of who Luo Jia was, felt deeply insulted and grew even angrier. He pulled out all the fel crystals he had and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Awesome! That's the feeling! You dog donkey, how dare you block my path as the Ultimate Martial God! It seems you have no idea how terrifying I am!"

"Bah! Endless power, I command you to emerge!"

In an instant, a massive vortex of psionic energy, resembling a blue-gold storm, suddenly appeared, carrying a power sword that slashed towards Forgrim. Its power was so great that it tore apart half of the cabin, exposing everyone to the void.

Seeing that things were not going well, Chiarand turned and ran. This was no longer a battlefield for them to participate in. If they didn't run away now, when would they? It was only because she had some conscience that she knew to take the Ultramarines with her.

However, Guilliman's steel-tearing attack drew a chorus of taunts from the serpent demon, who dodged Guilliman's attacks while mocking him:

"It seems you really are a piece of trash. Even when using psionic energy, you are still so barbaric!"

Primarchs also vary in quality. As the son of the Emperor, renowned for his skills, Vograim is a true master swordsman. Even though he is just a projection, he is not someone that Guilliman, who is currently fighting on instinct, can easily defeat.

However, Guilliman was no ordinary man. Without his brain, he was like a god of war, with an extraordinary amount of health. He transformed into a berserker, refusing to retreat despite his numerous wounds, and managed to smash the bow deck of the Imperial Pride.

"Waaaagh!!"

The cold of the void covered the two powerful figures with frost. They had been fighting for half an hour and were still battling. However, as time went by, Guilliman gradually regained his senses and began to instinctively move closer to the pillar of fel energy behind him.

Such a petty trick couldn't fool Forgrim. His pride wouldn't faze him, and he wasn't afraid of any schemes. Surely there wasn't another Primarch waiting for him? Even if there were two, he'd still crush them!

The combat power gained by sacrificing one's brain cannot last. When his rationality returned, Guilliman's first action was not to fight, but to shatter his powerful psychic energy with an elbow strike, turning him back into a psychic Muggle.

"Who am I? Where am I? Fugrim! Who did this? How did you become like this?"

"..."

"You damn bastard, what are you trying to hide? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?!"

Even the already twisted Forgrim couldn't stand such an insult. Damn Guilliman, he actually chose to play dumb in order to save his own life.

The thought of being deceived by such a person before filled Fugrim with humiliation, followed by a twisted pleasure that accompanied the humiliation, and he charged toward Guilliman.

With his intelligence regaining the upper hand, Guilliman was unable to use his psionic powers, and being in the void made fighting impossible; his only option was to flee.

He was sent flying without warning and crashed into the bridge of the Conqueror.

In the darkness, countless fleshy tentacles intertwined, occasionally flashing with emerald lightning. But the serpent demon paid no heed, instead using the darkness as cover to play a cat-and-mouse game with Guilliman.

“My dear brothers, do you know how much I have missed you all these ten thousand years? That man concealed everything and only used us as tools for the Great Expedition.”

Horus failed, but he exposed the Lich King's hypocrisy. Only you still believe in that lie. I will let you experience true joy, as a gift for our brotherly reunion.

Having already spotted Guilliman, the serpent demon abandoned its weapon, spread its four arms wide, and with a single grab, imprisoned Guilliman's body.

The snake's tail coiled around and climbed up the body. Fugrim was convinced that Guilliman would not be able to break free of his restraints, and that it would soon be time for him to enjoy his meal.

"Slurp, I didn't expect you to be so proactive, Guilliman. I'll make you experience the ultimate pleasure."

"Oh? Really!"

"Of course, I am... wait, who are you?"

Looking at the tall, shy-looking humanoid figure in front of him, with her arms wrapped around his waist, Forgrim could sense that this was a Primarch, but he had never seen this person before.

"Of course I am your dearest brother. Damn it, that weasel was right. I should have arranged for someone to recite the menu for me."

"Forget it, you're a piece of trash who's ruined yourself. You're not worth listening to. Even if Slaanesh himself came today, he couldn't save you."

"Impossible, you can't kill me!"

(End of this chapter)