Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 17 A Warm and Friendly Father-Son Exchange

As the conscience of the Primarch, despite his fierce appearance, Vulcan is quite friendly, even to the point of being saintly.

Mordred, being a chatterbox, and the two hit it off immediately, their brotherly bond growing stronger quickly.

But most of it is Mordred bragging, making empty promises while praising how awesome his Atlas is, and occasionally cursing the Emperor.

The poor dog-man Rambo not only didn't get dinner, but also had to cook snacks for the two big guys, keeping him busy all night.

Looking at his boss next to him, who was eating heartily with everyone else, Rambo's eyes were glazed over. Every time the fried chicken came out of the fryer, he would subconsciously lick his lips, using mental victory to convince himself that he was already full.

"(＃°Д°) Wait a minute! I clearly fried four chicken legs, how come there are only three? Did I just eat one?"

Rambo thought he must have eaten it unconsciously, so he quickly looked around and saw that there was only a homeless man next to him. Only then did he feel relieved and continue working. He even kindly cut off a piece of meat and handed it to the homeless man next to him.

The homeless man accepted everything offered, stuffing fried chicken into his mouth and even taking a piece of watermelon without any hesitation.

Perhaps because he had enjoyed the meal, the homeless man suddenly had the idea that he should also raise a few dogs so that these big dogs could cook for him.

"Hey, you dog over there, your name is Rambo, right? When did you dog people appear? I don't remember you."

The homeless man's words alerted Rambo, but then he remembered that his boss was bragging over there, and maybe the homeless man had overheard it somewhere, so he didn't pay much attention and chatted casually:
"That's a long way off. As far as I know, we dog people have been peaceful local inhabitants since ancient times. Some of our elders who have lived a long time have even witnessed the war between you humans and the pointy-eared people."

There are even rumors that we dog people had a very glorious history long ago, and even established an empire, with a god leading us to conquer the world.

It's a pity that we fell into poverty and were abandoned by the gods, but luckily we met our leader again and joined the Second Legion. Our dog-man race will surely prosper again!
"What? You want to settle down in Ningjing? No problem. Just mention my name when you come; our Dog-Man Terrorist Mobile Unit is short-handed right now."

The homeless man nodded, indicating that he would definitely go if he had the chance, and that he might come to live with you after he retired. But in private, he began to think about it.

The so-called empire of these giant dogs is probably just a small kingdom established on the grasslands. And since canines are particularly long-lived, their concept of time, passed down through generations, has led to slightly stronger individuals being hailed as gods.

After all, he himself was an immortal being, and no one understood the ignorance of the ancients better than him.

Thinking about this, the homeless man, or rather the reskinned emperor, became more and more satisfied with the dog. He suddenly realized that the dog-man's physical fitness was not bad either, and it was even close to that of the Space Marines. What a good dog!
Glancing at Mordred, who was still chattering away in the distance, the Emperor vaguely heard words like "declare himself king," which made him want to go over and give this rebellious son with impure intentions a good beating.

"So what kind of person is Thomas, the adoptive father of your eldest son?"

Even if Rambo was slow to realize, he would realize that the person in front of him was not a homeless person at all. But before he could make a move, a pair of eyes that were flashing with an eerie light looked at the dog.

"Ah, you mean the eldest brother's adoptive father? The old chief is the oldest shaman in all our dog-people clans. Nobody knows how long he's lived. We all respect him very much. It was Thomas who took the eldest brother in. As for the others, the others..."

No! Who are you?

A bark rang out, and Rambo, instantly snapping back to reality, leaped backward, his right hand already gripping the pistol at his waist. The dog in mid-air was confident it could empty the magazine in half a second, and even if six explosive rounds couldn't eliminate the enemy, its warning would alert its boss.

But someone was faster than Rambo. In an instant, a grassland illusion hooked onto Rambo's body and, as the muzzle flash illuminated the surroundings, transferred him into the Stormbird's cockpit.

Without any hesitation, Rambo pulled the trigger of the machine gun, and the deadly fire snakes of explosive shells blasted towards the target. Under the cover of the firepower, Mordred had already teleported behind the enemy and wielded her greatsword to launch a righteous backstab.

Boom boom boom

An explosion rang out, startling civilians who scattered in all directions. Fortunately, Vulcan was already standing in front of the crowd with his warhammer in hand, preventing unnecessary friendly casualties.

In that deadly struggle that lasted less than half a second, the target didn't die. Instead, he dodged Mordred's attack in the first instant and erected a psionic shield to shield himself from the artillery fire. Such skill meant he was no ordinary enemy; a heavy blow was necessary!
The greatsword shifted from a thrust to a smash, and the strange, emerald-green energy made the emperor feel uncomfortable. Even at this moment, the emperor did not reveal his true form. Instead, he punched the spine of the sword to gain leverage and escape, thus averting the crisis of being cut in two.

At this moment, the emperor also became interested. His iron fists glowed with a dark golden light as he looked provocatively at his two sons.

"You guys come together!"

"Ha, you piece of trash, instead of running away, you dare to come towards us? You're asking for death!"

Mordred's temper flared instantly at being mocked by a psionicist, while Vulcan frowned, rubbing the handle of his hammer like a salamander poised to pounce.

Without any rehearsal, the two brothers exchanged a glance and launched an all-out attack.

Mordred was the first to strike, unleashing a burst of emerald lightning with an area-of-effect attack that sealed off the space with a plasma that resembled viscous mud, before following up with a surprise attack using Prairie Walk.

"Tranquil Sword Technique - Lightning, Whirlwind Slash!"

boom--

Before he even arrived, Mordred's voice preceded his arrival. He couldn't shake his knightly habit of shouting out the names of his moves, always aiming to stab others in the ass.

Second Brother Backstabs, Fire Dragon Strike, Vulcan is not the righteous Knight of Tranquility, he has no interest in butts, his heavy hammer is his most powerful weapon, hammer shadows fly all over the sky, he comes up and just smashes randomly, without any skills, it's all about numbers.

However, the Emperor was no ordinary man. His hook was like a cheat code, impossible to target. He used a psionic enchantment to make his fist harder than adamantite, directly clashing head-on with Vulcan, and then kicked Mordred in the head.

And, facing two opponents alone, he sidestepped the rather insidious bomb, flung the little thing at Vulcan, and taunted:
"Is this your sword technique?"

"Bah! If I have a gun and don't use it, what kind of Primarch do I want? Vulcan, when dealing with enemies, there's no need for chivalry, just smash it!"

"receive."

In an instant, the two powerful men, like raging martial gods, swung their weapons no less than a hundred times. Their immense power even shattered the floor, causing the plaza to crumble as if bombed by fighter jets.

Wherever the three powerful figures went, mountains were split and rocks crumbled, walls collapsed and houses broke, their power comparable to a level 8 gale! In the end, they even reached the summit of a volcano.

Everyone who witnessed this scene exclaimed, "Croak! To see such powerful beings fight, even dying would be worth the price of admission!"

However, experience prevailed in the end. Old Huang, transformed into a dynamic fighting master, pounced from all sides, using his unparalleled martial arts skills to maneuver around them and severely beat his two sons.

This made Mordred, who was being beaten down, wonder if the thing in front of him was some kind of powerful demon that had sneaked into the real world! How could it be even more powerful than him?

If the Great Demon knew, he would definitely cry out that he was wronged. Only a fool would be so foolish as to fight against the cursed one.

But there are no "what ifs" in reality. As the chieftain of House Wayne, Mordred has no shortage of contingency plans, and he immediately pounced on the Emperor and hugged his leg.

Although Vulcan didn't understand what his second brother was planning, he had already lunged forward and landed on the Emperor's lap. Mordred shouted:
"Call in orbital bombardment! Kill him!"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured on the emperor's heart. But before he could remove his disguise and have a father-son reunion, a blazing beam of death light descended from the sky, engulfing the three of them.

"You unfilial son, I am your father!"

(End of this chapter)