Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 18 I am not a god!

In ancient times, Arthas killed his father, and the Scourge ravaged Northrend. Now, Mordred bombards the Emperor and orbital bombardments ravage Nocturne.

Both sides are princes, and both are fathers. The only difference is that Mordred has Vulcan, his good brother, on his side. Two sons against one, it's practically filial piety.

However, this seemingly suicidal and shameless tactic was not something Mordred came up with on a whim; it was the result of his meticulous calculations.

After all, Mordred's self-healing speed is exceptionally fast, and she also has a movement skill. As long as she is not instantly killed, even if she is blown up, she can be pieced back together. Mordred even believes that even if she is vaporized, she can slowly revive.

As for Vulcan, let's not even go there. That black guy is even more ridiculous than Mordred, who at least adheres to basic physical laws. He's basically born with a resurrection armor!
As long as the spear of light falls, neither of them will die due to their combined health. What appears to be a mutual destruction is actually just a pointless exchange of blows by the top laner.

Of course, this kind of trick is probably only something Mordred and Vulcan can pull off, maybe with the Lion King who will walk in the forest in the future, otherwise anyone who uses it would be brain-dead.

No matter how much Mordred planned, he never imagined that some idiot would be so bored as to disguise himself as a homeless man and play a blood game with him. What's even more abstract is that this moron is his father—the Emperor.

In the violent explosion, Vulcan, who was directly hit by the impact, was instantly carbonized. Mordred, who was frantically teleporting, was also not spared and was completely engulfed by the blazing fireball, leaving behind only a curse that echoed across the wasteland:

"Arminos!! Yellow weasel."

In contrast, Tom in the Exemplar of Abominations proudly waves his arms and shouts nonsense like "Father, I won't let you down."

Such a strange sight amazed the four vendors, especially when they saw the cursed man emerge from the explosion with a bucket of Damo sauce in his left hand and half a Vulcan in his right, his hair singed. They were so excited that they shouted, "I want to see this!"
No one knew what the Emperor was feeling, but looking at the large, dark-faced, golden-haired man in front of him with an unfriendly expression and covered in dirt, Rambo was truly frightened.

As a member of the Primarch's stretcher team, Rambo was used to his boss being crippled. As soon as the shockwave subsided, he rushed to the center of the explosion to collect the chunks of flesh as planned.

Then, he ran into the emperor.

"Your Majesty! Can we reconcile?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Without any hesitation, the Emperor grabbed the dog's head, and golden light instantly shone through. A psionic teleportation took him to the Emperor Dream, which was hidden on the back of the planet.

Seeing that the Emperor wasn't going to kill him, Rambo, who had been to the palace twice before, became very obedient and started pretending to be dead while following the big guy.

Inside the giant laboratory that the Emperor had teleported to, countless researchers were busy fiddling with strange devices that Rambo couldn't understand.

The Emperor casually opened the cultivation tank marked number eighteen, stuffed the roasted Vulcan inside, and then poured Mordred sauce into cultivation tank number two with a look of disgust.

Watching the clover rapidly recover as it floated up and down in the nutrient solution, the Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. As part of his grand plan, not a single leaf of the clover could be lost.

As for the scoundrel beside him, the emperor didn't care at all. Perhaps even if he died, this rebellious son wouldn't disappear.

Even so, the Emperor did not think that he was the main cause of the farce. Instead, he began to wonder if it was a waste to let Mordred live a life of leisure in Tranquility.

Thinking of this, the Emperor looked behind him and stopped the dog that was about to use the separator to grind its teeth. He had come up with an interesting idea!
"I'm hungry. Go make me some dinner. If it's not good, I'll turn you into dog meat hot pot!"

………………

Half an hour later, the two burly men, fully recovered, were brought to the dining hall by the Imperial Guards, where they were greeted with the clichéd scene of father and son recognizing each other. Basically, it was the Emperor saying, "I am your father, you are my son, and you must join me on the Great Expedition to make humanity great again," and so on.

Completely devoid of any practical application, it was all one-sided ideological output. Yet, even this crudely crafted pie-in-the-sky technique managed to completely fool the simple-minded Vulcan.

Mordred, however, showed no interest whatsoever. He and his dog lay on the table, engrossed in their meal, muttering things like, "You weasel has no manners," and "My own Oglin is much more reliable than you." This made the Emperor want to give him another beating.

"Second brother, please stop talking. Father is definitely testing us. You must understand his good intentions!"

"What? This is no test at all. Have you forgotten how much fun he had beating us up? Now you're going to speak well of him. So I'm the only bad guy?"

Dude, didn't you notice this sly fox is manipulating you? His eyes are practically glowing like light bulbs, aren't you even aware of what's going on?

In just a few words, Vulcan had become a staunch supporter of the Emperor, constantly referring to his father and the Emperor, completely forgetting his good second brother with whom he had been having a pleasant conversation.

That's why the people of Vulcan have such a good reputation. If it were anyone else, Mordred would have rushed over to give them a physics lesson long ago; that's a tradition of his old Holmes family.

"Fine, Old Huang, you're going to play like this, huh! Do you think you're a god? One day you'll regret this, and don't say I didn't warn you then."

"I am not a god! I am the emperor! I will never make a mistake."

The giant golden man remained stubbornly defiant, and Mordred even suspected that even when the universe was destroyed, two mouths would float in the void, one of which was his.

When opinions clash, even a few words are unnecessary. The Emperor believed that Mordred, being a sensible person, should agree with him, while Mordred thought that the old man was courting death, namely Vulcan. If it were any other Primarch, he would have been in trouble sooner or later.

Soon, their disagreement escalated into a verbal altercation, during which they used incredibly foul language, leaving a lasting negative impression on the honest, hardworking Black man.

"You yellow weasel, you were born tens of thousands of years earlier than me. With your character, you still want humanity to become great again? Do you even know what it means to govern the people?"
"Pah! You know nothing, you Roman she-wolf, you sold your brains instead of your hooks!"

"You know, in just two years you've turned Ning Jing into an impenetrable force, even sending small gifts to the front lines. What are you planning to do? Don't think I don't know your little secret."

"Stop arguing!"

"Shut up!"×2
“You have no right to speak! As his father, it is my duty to discipline him!”

"You're talking nonsense. My father died a long time ago, and you, Vulcan, I hate opportunists the most. Get out of here."

Vulcan stood there dumbfounded, scolded by both of them at the same time. One was his father with great dreams, and the other was his gentle and kind brother. He couldn't persuade either of them. How did they suddenly turn out like this?

Finally, Rambo, who had the highest level of masculinity among the four, couldn't stand it anymore and pulled the bewildered Vulcan to a corner.

"Never mind them. If you interrupt again, I'm afraid they'll both turn around and beat you up. Since things have come to this, let's eat first!"

Looking at the food being stuffed into his hands, Vulcan sighed, took a bite of the bread, and channeled his grief and anger into his appetite, eating voraciously with the dog.

"It's so fragrant!"

(End of this chapter)